#not that i don't appreciate the attention

[onyxandemerald]

I don't think I'm educated enough in any of these spheres to have a real opinion on any of this as of now but. Reading things like this, my attention wants to move to studies that show that young children and a great handful of observed mammal and bird species, can display signs of empathy and sympathetic behaviors, iirc sometimes even before a concrete understanding of language emerges.

IME, I do remember explicitly my mother explaining to me, "now child, sometimes people will give you gifts you don't always love. you have to still pretend to be thankful and surprised and excited because it's really the thought that counts!"

And I remember at probably 4 years old, holding the discord in myself. If I am supposed to appreciate a gift of thought, shouldn't I expect there actually to be thought involved? Why should I appreciate that you wasted your time and money on something that will now only rot in a landfill? And as an adult now I'm setting increasingly high standards of non-consumption and anti-consumerism. The second prong is that a handmade gift of literally any caliber (skill is genuinely a total non-issue) takes immediate trump. Non-issue. But I do not want to be responsible for this silly adults' insecurity when their baby nephew hates that pink teddy bear. As a child it made me feel invisible and invalid. What I felt wasn't important, it was only about presentation. Even when my parents did try to explain carefully the social norms, the rule of thumb was also, "do as I say, no as I do." When I only managed to learn what scant social skills I had struggled to aquire through mirroring, so I hadn't received compassion, I never learned how to reflect compassion.

I also very much remember being 10-15 and my parents very much changed their tune into, "Oh you did the dishes? That's the bare minimum and you expect a reward?" So at no point am I disagreeing with the meat of this message; I've been on both sides.

Ik it's impossible for everyone to have the exact experience but with all these things in mind, I wonder what the take is on this.

I've been musing a bit on that one post that went around during the recent holiday season, to which someone added their family tradition of Present Practice. My god! Imagine actually telling kids what behavior is expected, instead of expecting them to intuit it and punish them when they get it wrong!!

Separate post because this topic is a little tangential to that, but I think it does a great job of unearthing one of our very well-hidden internal biases, which goes as follows:

Good people don't need to be taught.

A good person (in this case, a good child) shouldn't need to be told to be gracious and grateful when given a gift. A good child should just know that a holiday tradition of gift-giving is a social performance to strengthen family bonds and that personal preference or genuine reactions are secondary to that performance. A good child should just know how to value gifts, how to express thanks, how to praise and compliment. No caretakers in their lives should need to put any effort into instructing or modeling these things.

Good people should just know how to be good. If they were really Ontologically Good, their inherent goodness would simply intuitively guide them to correct behaviors. If they can't do that on their own, in a vacuum, in the absence of cues, that's a sign of their inherent moral lack.

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...Which all sounds very reasonable and obvious, and surely a mistake that only fundie christian families would make! Except that people in the social justice sphere also do this all the time. It's not anybody's job to educate you. You should know this already. If you were a Good Person, you wouldn't need to be taught. You would simply intuit the correct philosophies and gravitate to them according to your superior internal moral compass.

If you were a Good Person, you would already know that everything you were taught by your family and/or background was wrong. You should have rejected it already. You should have cut off your family, your heritage, everything about your childhood and upbringing that was Bad and Wrong. You should have known it was all a lie.

If you were a Good Person, you should be able to find the correct way yourself. You should be able to seek out the proper educational resources, and distinguish them from bad advice leading you astray, and make sense of them all according to your own internal moral code.

If you were a Good Person, you would have found your way by the proper, ascetic, official channels, not by reading a comic or watching anime. You shouldn't need entertainment or art to guide you. You should just know.

And if someone can't do these things on their own, in a vacuum, in the absence of cues, that's a sign of their inherent moral lack.

[vettelsvee]

YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN YOUR FACE | Sebastian Vettel

Sebastian Vettel x Pregnant Wife!Reader

SUMMARY: Seb's wife is pregnant, but she hasn't told him yet since she doesn't seem ready. However, after he almost crashed pretty badly during a Free Practice session, she can't help but tell him in not the best way possible ↳ REQUESTED BY ANON: Okay but can you imagine Sebs wife being pregnant but she has not told him yet. He does some dangerous and bold move on a drive and she gets mad and scared and just some fluff when he finds out :)

WORD COUNT: 1804

WARNINGS: Curse words, mentions of anxiety, overthinking about Formula 1 crashes (?), pregnancy, Ferrari Seb in general (if you know, you know)

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VEE'S NOTES: Hi guys! Finally back to posting fics! This year I don't only want to write more, but also establish some kind of writing routine because I've been dealing with anxiety over Christmas for some personal problems family related and found out that I missed distressing with writing. Also, thank you so much for all the support you've been showing me lately! Appreciate it a lot since I wasn't feeling very comfortable with my writing. Let me know your thoughts on this one <3 ↳ MAKE YOUR REQUESTS | LET'S TALK! | JANUARY UPDATE CALENDAR

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Despite being quite far from the pit lane, you could hear nothing but the deafening roar of the engines, the clatter of tools on Kimi's car, and the curses of the race engineers at the constant stunts Seb had decided to pull during the free practice session.  

Your husband's red car seemed not just to race but to fly around the track. FP2 had started barely twenty minutes ago, but Seb had already come within inches of crashing into the walls far too many times after going off track more often than you could count.  

You couldn't deny that you had loved watching Seb race ever since you met and you learned he was a driver in one of the most dangerous sports in the world. Today, however, luck was not on your side, and anxiety was consuming you. The nausea, uncontrollable on its own, felt even worse than usual. Not to mention, you felt on the verge of a panic attack.  

"Are you okay?"  

You turned at the sound of Riccardo Adami’s voice, Seb’s race engineer. The Italian removed one side of his headset and covered the microphone to ensure the driver wouldn’t hear anything.  

"Yes, yes, of course," you replied hastily, forcing a smile and suppressing the urge to gag as you felt it rising in your throat. "I’m just a bit more nervous than usual today, that’s all."  

"Seb knows what he’s doing. Don’t worry about that."  

You nodded, but as soon as Adami turned his attention back to his screen, you rolled your eyes and did the same.  

"You know, sometimes he thinks that he’s a cat and has seven lives," you muttered under your breath. "Someone should remind him he’s in an actual Formula 1 car, not in a simulator."  

"Don’t worry, I’ll remind him in the post-session briefing," the engineer joked, flashing a smile before immersing himself back into Vettel's driving.  

You didn’t pay him much attention. Once again, you were entirely engrossed in both your husband’s onboard camera and the telemetry, even though you didn’t understand much aside from the fact that he was setting purple sectors, which was undoubtedly a good sign.  

You didn’t know much about the inner workings of the cars, but after so many years with Seb, you knew that the faster his times were, the higher the risks became.  

You were also acutely aware that your husband was pushing himself too hard in those moments.  

You began to tremble slightly, fidgeting with your hands in an attempt to calm your anxiety, but it didn’t work. Instinctively, and trying not to draw much attention, you placed your hands on your belly and prayed that your child wouldn’t give you any scares like his father was giving you.  

"Sector two in purple as well, Seb!"  

Even though the garage erupted into cheers and applause, you remained motionless. Instead, you couldn’t take your eyes off the screen, which now showed your husband’s car in full view.  

Your panic peaked the moment Seb lost control of the rear of his car and went off the track. You swore that if it hadn’t been for the sudden braking, he would have ended up in the barriers with a wrecked car and himself heading to the medical center because the crash would have likely exceeded the G-force limits.  

When Seb didn’t respond immediately, your heart stopped.  

"I’m fine, I’m fine..." Seb finally said in a disappointed tone. "But I can’t say the same for the car. I think it’s more damaged than it looks."  

"Can you bring it back, Sebastian?" Riccardo asked in a tone that was a mix of irritation and disappointment.  

"Yeah, no problem. Coming back. Sorry, guys."  

Just as no one on the team said anything to you, you, who had forced yourself to sit down because your legs were trembling too much and you felt dizzy, also remained silent until your husband returned and got out of the car.  

Seb removed his helmet, revealing an expression that was hard to decipher. You stood up carefully and approached him, trying to keep your composure. Without giving him a chance to say anything, you grabbed his hand and led him toward his driver room, ignoring Britta's protests to talk after interviews were done.  

"It could have been worse, right?" 

Sebastian closed the door behind him and turned to face you. You stood there with your arms crossed, visibly upset. Your glare alone was enough to tell Seb he was seconds away from one of your infamous scoldings.  

The problem? He had no idea why. You had never acted so strangely over something as common as a collision during a race weekend.  

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” you exploded, your voice filled with frustration. “Fuck, Seb, can you explain what that was all about?!”  

“What do you mean, what was that? I was... racing, like I always do, babe,” he replied cautiously, still clueless about what he'd done wrong.  

You, however, didn’t know what was bothering you more: your husband’s calm demeanor or the sight of a few Ferrari team members peeking through the window to catch the drama unfolding between the two of you.  

“You were so close to slamming into a wall, Sebastian, that’s what happened!” you shot back, yanking the curtains shut and flipping off the nosy onlookers. “Are you out of your mind or what?!”  

“Come on, love, I had it under control. What you saw on the onboard might’ve looked bad, but I swear it wasn’t as dangerous as it seemed.”  

“Not as bad as it seemed? Are you seriously telling me that?” you retorted, your voice trembling with anger. “Do you think driving is just like playing a video game now? Do you have any idea what it would’ve meant if you hadn’t reacted in time? Do you know what it would’ve meant for me and for—”  

You stopped yourself mid-sentence, refusing to continue.  

You knew your emotions were running wild because of your pregnancy hormones, but you forced yourself to calm down. Getting so worked up would only lead to a pointless argument with Seb and wasn’t good for you or the baby.  

“For who, Y/N?” Seb asked, stepping closer and gently taking your hands in his.  

“For... me! Who else?” you replied quickly. 

Sebastian didn’t know how to respond. He’d never seen you so distressed about his racing, and while he tried to stay calm, inside he was battling a storm of worry and confusion.  

“This stress isn’t good for me or for the situation you and, well... you’ve gotten me into,” you said, your voice cracking.  

“Y/N, babe, I swear I have no idea what you’re talking about. Fuck, I’m pretty worried about you right now with all this shit, but if you don’t tell me what’s going on—”  

“Damn it, Seb! I’m pregnant!”  

You looked down, tears streaming down your face. You clenched your fists tightly, furious at yourself for revealing such big news in such an emotional, unplanned way.  

Sebastian, meanwhile, stood frozen, his eyes wide in shock at the unexpected news. Slowly, everything started to make sense: your morning sickness, falling asleep all the time, constantly complaining about being tired, and the flimsy excuses you gave for not drinking wine, something you normally loved.  

He cursed himself for not realizing it sooner and for believing your weak justifications about bad leftovers being the cause of everything.  

“You’re... pregnant?” His voice was barely audible, almost afraid to say the words out loud because they didn’t feel real.  

You wiped your tears and sniffled, doing your best to meet your husband’s gaze without feeling ashamed.  

“Yes...” you said timidly. “I wanted to tell you in a special way... you know, by giving you a baby onesie in a box with the positive pregnancy test inside, but...” You shook your head and finally looked him in the eyes. “I thought you were going to die out there today and leave your child and me alone. The thought of losing you, now of all times, just...”  

“You’re really pregnant? We’re going to have a baby?”  

You nodded, and Seb couldn’t hold back his tears. He pulled you into a tight embrace and began kissing you tenderly. You melted into his arms, feeling an immense weight lifted from your shoulders.  

“I didn’t know how to tell you,” you admitted. “I swear I wanted it to be special, but seeing you out there today, thinking something could happen to you...” Your voice broke again. “I was terrified, Seb, like never before watching you race.”  

“I’m so sorry, love. I really am,” he said sincerely, cupping your cheeks gently and kissing you over and over. “If I’d known, I would’ve been more careful. God, love, this is incredible... This is the best news I’ve ever received.”  

“You’re not mad that I didn’t tell you sooner? You should’ve seen your face earlier...”  

“Mad? That you didn’t tell me sooner?” You shrugged, your insecurity showing despite your years together. Seb tilted his head, understanding this was one of your rare but extreme moments of doubt. “I’m just... in shock. I can’t believe we’re going to be parents...”  

Sebastian hesitantly touched your stomach, and you burst into fresh tears at the tenderness of his gesture.  

“Now you have to promise me something, Seb,” you said, playing with his hair as he knelt before you, leaving kisses on your belly.  

“Anything for you and our little one.”  

“You need to be more careful from now on. Stop thinking so much with your adrenaline and testosterone, and start using your brain more,” you said, trying not to sound too harsh. “I know Formula 1 and racing is your whole life, but I don’t want you risking it when we’re bringing a new one into the world. I’m eight weeks along, and we still have 32 to go assuming everything follows the perfect pregnancy script.”  

Seb stood and gazed at you, trying to convey the calm you both could only find in each other.  

“Love, I promise,” he whispered softly. “For you, for the baby... I love winning, but today, and even more so when our child is born, I’ll have won the second most important race of my life.”  

You frowned, confused.  

“If that’s the second, what’s the most important race of your life then?”  

He chuckled and scooped you into his arms, kissing you again as he laid you both on the couch behind you.  

“The race I ran for so many years to win your heart,” he murmured between slow, deliberate kisses that said more than words ever could. “After all those years trying to get you to go out with me in high school, and now we’re eight months away from having a baby... what else could it be, mama?”  

[just-a-ghost00]

Signs they are flirting with you

This reading is meant for you if you are wondering about a crush / situationship 's energy towards you. If questions like "Are they being friendly or is there more?" ever cross your mind, this is your reading. Please keep in mind that this is a collective reading, so it may not 100% resonate with you. The decks used are the following : I don't care oracle, Threads of fate oracle, Spirit Junkie oracle & White Numen tarot.

Group 1

Yes ! , Dopamine? Dopa-go! , Nature is your ally, Don't do this today if you don't want to, King of swords, 2 of swords, King of cups, Boundaries rx, The Weaver, Speak truth "Every cell in my body is conscious and communicates with each positive thought I have." | "I can't control the world but I can control how I choose to perceive it."

They are known to be a perfect introvert by their peers, family and friends. They value their own peace of mind, private space and security above anything else. This is someone that, on a daily basis, do not appreciate people overstepping their boundaries or being intrusive and that will not hesitate to tell people off. I wouldn't be surprised if many people around them think that they are rough around the edges or view them as a mean person. However, if they come across a person they are interested in, this person will definitely come out of their shell.

When they like someone, this person becomes an extrovert. They tend to show off and act a bit impulsively. They go out of their way to make the person feel at ease and put themselves forward. They want to impress with their looks, their skills, the best aspects of their personality. So they will do their best in showing their most vulnerable sides because as much as they want to impress, they value authenticity. Another giveaway is their way of speaking. When they are interested in someone, their tone gets softer, they show more vulnerability and emotion, they tend to encourage and compliment the person when they wouldn't do that with other people. In the beginning stages, they may vary between being sarcastic and very teasing to being very caring and encouraging. Eitheir way, communication seems to be at the heart of this person's love language. In the presence of a person they love, they will tend to see the brighter side of things and strive to be a better person. They will do their best in overcoming their fears and pushing the limits of their boundaries for the sake of the person they love. They are likely to compromise and adapt to the other person's needs because they care about the other's well being in the connection.

If they are interested in you and trying to flirt with you, they are likely to reveal to you aspects of themselves they don't show others. They could share with you their passions, talk about their past, reveal to you their fears or dreams. They will show that they care by creating space for you in their bubble. They will want to make you a part of their daily life in a way or another, even if it may scare them or make them uncomfortable. They may tend to look at you a lot and compliment you about your looks. They may watch your socials frequently. They may show signs of possessiveness / jealousy in group settings by trying to keep your attention on them, being tense / colder when someone is interfering in your conversations, for instance. They may attempt to make you laugh and smile by being quirky or daring. They may also want to isolate with you by suggesting activities that happen in a calmer / more intimate environment such as going to the theater, having a walk in nature or just staying at their place to play games or chill out.

If you're in a long distance connection and maybe met in a group setting, this person could be trying to message you in private conversations.

Group 2

8 of pentacles, ace of cups, Chariot, The Observer, Nature, Universe rx, Surprise! , Party in your heart, No obligation to take advice from others, I deserve abundance " I am willing to see my sameness with others. This opens my awareness to oneness." " Owning my power inspires others to do the same. I am not afraid to shine."

This person is naturally very confident and outgoing. When they are interested into someone, they try to share that mindset and positivity with the other person. They will show their interest first by making significant gestures to make the connection progress. For instance, they may give thoughtful gifts based on what they know of the person, make arrangements for them. They will take interest in the things that you like so that you have more common ground and will want to get you to do the same. This person is definitely the type to match their outfit to that of their partner or have private jokes, set each other's faces as their phone background, having playlists that remind them of their person. Very early on, if they know that they like the person and there is a possibility for it to be reciprocated, they will work very hard to take things to the next level. If you're living at a distance, they'll do everything to get closer to you, both metaphorically and physically. They'll make a lot of research to ensure they do the right thing. It could be them learning about your love language or actually trying to speak your language if you come from different cultures, learning about specific health topics because they know it could help you.

Another sign is that they'll do their best in planning activities that you can enjoy together and that will make you feel good about yourself. They'll want you to be your natural self with them so they'll choose things that won't necessarily require you to wear your newest outfit and up your makeup game. They'll implicitely and / or explicitely get you to understand that you don't have to be hard on yourself when you are with them. They'll take a lot of mental notes about things you like, things that make you uncomfortable so that they can give you the best experience. And you'll very quickly notice the change. This person seems to be very obvious when they are interested in a person because of their natural extroverted self. Of course, they're the type to show off more than usual but also to be a model by nudging you to be more vulnerable very naturally. In group settings, they may be the first to talk about personal subjects to make you feel at ease, the first to do an activity so you don't have to stress about it. They may voluntarily make mistakes, act silly so you don't feel alone. If someone is being rude to you, trying to make you feel uncomfortable or intimidate you, if someone is making an ambiguous comment or giving you unsollicited advice, this person is likely to smartly interfere in your favor. They'll give you a lot of attention, make sure you feel included and cared for.

I feel like this person may have a group of friends that tend to be nosy about their relationships. If they like you, this person will always choose you, no matter others' opinion of you. So if you notice that they seem to interact with their usual friends a little less and they give you more time and space, it can also be a sign of their interest.

Group 3

"Every cell in my body is conscious and communicates with each positive thought I have." | "I can forgive people quickly, release resentment and set myself free." Hierophant, 3 of cups, 5 of swords, Speak Truth, Versatility, Power, I'm not okay, No justification needed, You're here, Just the present moment counts

This person is naturally very sensitive and caring. They tend to be friendly quite easily but they still have a bit of shyness in them. If this person is interested in you, you will notice very quickly that you are at the center of their attention. They'll listen to you and will want you to share with them your worries, hopes and ideas. They'll talk to you a lot about everything and anything, just to be able to be there for you and spend time with you. You won't have to justify whatever you're going through or fight for their attention. You won't have to worry about whether they can understand you or not because even if they don't, they'll show a lot of understanding. This person will tell you things like "you don't have to apologize", "you don't have to give me a reason why you were late or why you didn't answer my message". You won't have to pretend being someone else with them. When they're with you, they may look sad or conflicted, like an inner battle is going on (likely them fighting the urge to hug or kiss you on the spot). They'll do everything for you to feel safe with them and protected. They'll try to be your best friend first. To be the person you come to when you need help or comfort. They may tend to get shy around you. When they are with you, you will be the only thing that matters. They won't accept any interference. They'll likely turn off their phone or put it on airplane mode. They'll pay attention to everything you say, ask questions, give you opportunities to elaborate.

This person will do everything they can not to see you in group settings because they want you all to themselves. If you happen to be in a group setting, they'll retract and remain neutral. They may even pretend to be disinterested in you. They'll show affection in private settings only. If they see you with someone else, they'll look upset. They may argue with you, tease you verbally a lot to get reactions out of you. This person may hit on you quite strongly sometimes, especially if they're feeling bold because someone else is showing interest in you or maybe if they're a little drunk. Their body will show what they fail to convey. You could notice their body getting tense, a certain nervousness in their posture, their hands may look like they're trembling. They could wet their lips a lot, bite them. They could cross their legs to cover for the fact they're turned on. They may avoid your gaze.

[mindless-existence1]

HIHIHI Could you write a Shadow x reader (romantic)who loves space and tells him all about like where which constellation n allat?

Authors note: So I don't know anything about stars so I asked my friend who does and he told me about these so if they are wrong blame him. Also thanks for sending the request!

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The night sky above Green Hills stretched endlessly, the stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across a sea of black velvet.

Shadow stood silently at the crest of a hill just outside of town, his crimson eyes fixed on the expanse above. Beside him, you were bouncing with excitement, the cold air forgotten as you pointed upward.

“You can see so much more out here,” you marveled, scanning the heavens. “No light pollution to ruin the view.”

Shadow glanced at you, his expression neutral, though a faint softness lingered in his gaze. “That’s why I brought you here. You mentioned wanting a better look.

Your heart swelled at his thoughtfulness. Despite his gruff demeanor, Shadow always had a way of making you feel seen and appreciated. You plopped onto the soft grass and patted the spot next to you.

“Come on, sit with me. You can’t just stand there brooding all night.” With a quiet huff, Shadow lowered himself beside you, his movements deliberate and measured.

He rested his arms on his knees, his attention split between you and the stars.“Okay,” you began, pointing to the sky.

“That’s Orion’s Belt right there—see the three stars in a row? And over there is Taurus, the bull. You can tell by the V-shape of its horns.” Shadow followed your gestures, his eyes narrowing slightly as he traced the patterns you described.

“You know a lot about this,” he remarked, his tone calm but intrigued. “Oh, you haven’t even heard the half of it,” you replied, grinning.

“Space is fascinating. Did you know that Betelgeuse, one of the stars in Orion, is a red supergiant? It’s so big that if it replaced our sun, it would extend past Jupiter!”

Shadow tilted his head, his lips quirking in what might have been the beginnings of a smile. “I see why you find it interesting,” he said. “It’s… vast.”

You nodded enthusiastically, launching into an explanation about black holes and neutron stars, your voice animated as you shared fact after fact.

Shadow listened intently, his silence encouraging you to keep going. At one point, you paused, glancing over at him.

“Am I talking too much?” Shadow shook his head. “No. I prefer this to silence.”His answer warmed you, and you turned your attention back to the sky.

“You know,” you said after a moment, “the universe is so big and full of mysteries. It makes you feel small, but in a good way. Like, even the worst day doesn’t matter on a cosmic scale.”

Shadow considered this, his gaze drifting upward. “Maybe that’s why I’ve always liked the stars,” he admitted softly.

“They’re constant. Unchanging.” You smiled, leaning your shoulder against his. “And beautiful. Like you, when you’re not scowling.”

He gave you a sideways glance, the faintest hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks. “I don’t scowl that much,” he muttered.

You giggled, reaching out to lightly squeeze his hand. “Thanks for bringing me here, Shadow. It means a lot.”

He hesitated for a moment before entwining his fingers with yours. “You’re welcome,” he said simply, his voice low but sincere.

For the rest of the night, you continued pointing out constellations and sharing everything you knew about the cosmos, while Shadow sat quietly, content just to be by your side.

[loulou-land]

Some fluffy bucktommy 🫶🏻

Some positive and fluffy bucktommy to fight the nasty anons. Once again, thanks @fuselsstuff for helping me fine tune this and cheering me on ❤️✨ Lol also, this was supposed to be so much shorter 😭

“Evan, sweetheart, what are you doing?’’ Tommy finally asked, his voice both sounding exasperated and amused. The words broke the tranquil quiet that had settled over the room for the past 40 minutes, save for the occasional contented hum from Evan.

“Hmm?” Evan replied distractedly, as his hand slid over Tommy’s chest, pausing to gently squeeze one of his pecs. He sighed blissfully, then moved his hand to the other side, giving it the same reverent attention.

Tommy raised an eyebrow, his confusion mounting. “Are you…going somewhere with this?” He tried not to sound impatient, but come on—Evan had been sticking to his side, leaning on one elbow, trailing his hands across Tommy’s chest and stomach as if he were trying to memorize every inch of him through his hands alone.

Tommy, hadn’t minded, at least not at first. He loved the way Evan touched him—always so deliberate and sure, like he couldn't believe Tommy was real and couldn't get enough of him. When he’d started touching Tommy earlier this afternoon, the attention had sent heat pooling low in his stomach. His cock slowly plumping up as Evan’s sure hands squeezed, rubbed and massaged him. He’d tried to tug Evan closer, deepen the kisses they’d shared, only for Evan to pull away after a couple of seconds and bat his hands away with a pout and softly murmured, “Stop moving.”

And Tommy, the completely smitten fool that he was, had stilled, letting Evan do as he pleased. But now? Almost 50 minutes in, Tommy felt like he was going to crawl out of his own skin if Evan didn't give him some relief. He had thought Evan had been edging him, but the longer this went on, the more bewildered he became. Evans' attention hadn’t seemed sexual.

Especially now, with Evan’s hands framing his stomach. The younger man gave an almost dreamy sigh, one of his palms moving to splay wide over Tommy’s skin as he murmured something so impossibly soft to hear.

“Evan,” Tommy prompted again, trying and failing to hold back a laugh. “Seriously, baby, what are you doing?”

Evan finally looked up at him, his blue eyes warm and sparkling mischievously. “I am appreciating you,” he stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Appreciating me?” Tommy echoed dubiously, huffing out a laugh. “Like prime beef? Should I be concerned?” Tommy asked, running his hands through Evan’s curls.

Evan laughed, the sound always warming Tommy and filling him with an insurmountable amount of love. “No,” briefly running his fingers up his sides, making him squirm. Tommy gave Evan a don't you dare look.

“Trust me, I'd love to eat you—just not like that,” Evan winked at him, and instead of tickling Tommy like he’d feared. He just went back to stroking his chest again, almost lingering like he was trying to commit the shape of him to memory. “Do you know how lucky I am to have you?”

Tommy scoffed in disbelief. He’d always known he was the lucky one here. “Ev—”

“No, I'm serious,” Evan said, lifting himself up higher so he could look Tommy in the eyes. “Just look at you. You're…perfect. So sexy and just…” Evan’s voice trails off, seemingly overwhelmed.

Tommy blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity and intensity in Evan’s tone.

“I mean it,” Evan said, his voice softening. “You’re so solid and warm, and I love how you feel under my hands. It’s like…” He trailed off, his gaze far away for a moment before he grinned sheepishly at him. “It's like your favorite blanket, the one you would always use when you were a kid. Y’know?” Evan shrugged, before looking away again, his cheeks flushing red. “Safe. Comfortable. The best place to be.”

Tommy stared at him, his heart doing a funny little flip in his chest. “So I'm a blanket now?” he teased, though he somehow perfectly understood what Evan meant.

“Toooommy,” Evan whined, feeling embarrassed he hid from him, laying his head on Tommy’s stomach.

“Sorry, you're just so adorable,” Tommy said warmly, looking down at the ridiculously endearing sight of his boyfriend rubbing his head on his stomach like a cat, murmuring something that sounded suspiciously like, mine.

“So, are you going to be done soon?” Tommy asked, trying to get back to the issue at hand, his cock still begging for some attention, though his heart was feeling incredibly warm and full at the moment. “You know, appreciating me?.

“Never,” Evan grumbled. “I'm gonna appreciate you forever if i have any say in it” he looked up at Tommy, daring him to disagree with him.

Tommy shook his head, he’d gladly let Evan win this one. His heart raced at the thought of forever. Of more afternoons like these, feeling safe, warm and happy in each other's arms.

“I love you,” Tommy said, his voice full of meaning as he gazed down at Evan, his hand stroking gently though his curls again.

Evan stilled for a moment, breath hitching like it always did when Tommy told him he loved him, like he still couldn't believe it—before a wide smile bloomed on his face. “I love you too,” Evan whispered. He leaned up and kissed Tommy, slow and sweet, as if pouring every ounce of that love into his kiss.

Tommy’s chest ached in the best way as he pulled Evan closer, wrapping his arms around him.

Their love settled around them, filling every crevice of the room, an unshakeable, unmovable force.

[tumbling-through-deepspace]

Sylus did not know how it came to be, but he wasn't someone to be stumped by the unexpected things of life. No, he would handle this situation like he would any other, with calculated strategy and a solid plan.

The unexpected thing was the chubbiest set of cheeks he has ever seen and the constant poking of his chest while hearing his name being butchered by what looked like a child no older than a year.

How was it possible for his name to have so many renditions? He wasn't annoyed but it left him a bit perplexed finding out that he was a fictional character for a mobile game.

It would seem that his newfound awareness was the result of his Evol, having sensed multiple energies that were so different, popping up at random times, especially at the witching hours.

Just one thought is all it took for his consciousness to be awakened. One voice that captivated his attention.

"Come on hun. Mama, thanks you for her phone."

There was that voice again. A stream of giggles followed "ma-ma. I-yus."

"Yes, baba, that's Sylus, and I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate you poking him so much.

He felt himself being moved, and seconds later, he was greeted by a face that left him speechless. Not many things could catch him off guard. This, however, was an exception.

The person in front of him looked exactly like Lyssa, except lavender eyes were replaced with brown. Her hair was in a style of long braids and face round from motherhood.

Even their voices were similar. "Sorry Sylus, I don't know how she got my phone but I'm sure the constant poking would be annoying."

He observed as she held the hyper toddler in her arms, who just kept laughing. "Sy-Sy!"

"Well, that's a new one. Come on, Mama wants to play her game. How about some Bluey?"

That got the toddler more excited.

A catchy theme song filled the air and she returned.

"Finally. I have half an hour to relax before she comes to get me."

Those bright, round eyes made contact with his. A small smile, formed on her lips.

"Morning, Sylus."

He felt his heartbeat speed up just from two simple words.

There was no way he was going to be stuck in a game, not when there was the existence of a world entirely different from his own.

Not when the woman in front of him made something within him stir. There was a connection between them.

No. He needed to research and find answers. This was far from over. For now, he would learn as much as he can about her.

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer chuckles if he knew turning Adam into a monster would have opened new sex possibilities, he would have done it so much sooner.

Lucifer: Alright, pet. Show me what you can do~.

That very moment, Adam made the decision to make Lucifer eat his words.

He wasn't sure what powers he had, if any. Alastor seemed pretty powerful, but it was still early days. There were a few sinful things he wanted to do to Lucifer with some tentacles, but for now, his hands will have to be enough.

Lucifer licked his lips as Adam slowly pulled his odd fitting shirt over his head, stretching his torso. His muscles rippled under his skin as he stretched, and his feathers twitched.

This was the first time Lucifer was Abel to appreciate the colour of Adam's feathers. Their base colour was either black or a dark grey, but in the light, they were iridescent. A mixture of blues and greens.

His eyes were striking, the iris was dark, blood red, rimmed with a bright gold. Lucifer wouldn't want to be stalked by a creature with eyes like that. He got shivers just thinking about it.

Lucifer was pulled out of his thoughts as Adam shifted on top of him, basically grinding his hips down onto Lucifer's. His eyes followed Adam's claws as they ran across his skin, leaving the softest red marks in their place.

He wasn't sure why he was getting so turned on by watching Adam touch himself and show off for him, but he didn't want it to end. In fact. He wanted to touch.

Adam: Uh ah, bad boy~. No touching till I say~.

Lucifer stared wide-eyed as another set of arms sprouted from Adam's torso. His wrists were grabbed and held down to the bed.

Lucifer: W-Where did those come from?!

Adam laughed: My secret weapon~. Don't worry, they scared the fuck out of me to.

Lucifer gulped as Adam leaned back, his top set of arms resting on his legs, rubbing his thighs.

Adam: Fuck, I want you so bad. I can feel you~.

Moaning, Lucifer thrusted up into Adam, suddenly wishing this was a night he didn't use a blanket.

Adam: Patience, baby~. You'll get to fuck me~. All of me~.

Leaning forward, Adam placed his hands above Lucifer's head. His mouth was so close to Adam's skin that it was driving the snake crazy. It didn't help that Adam's rocking motions were rubbing his dick so nicely.

Adam: Okay, you can touch~.

And touch Lucifer did. His fingers trailed down Adam's skin, brushing over his feathers. He felt every detail, very curve, every bump. Without further notice, he unbuttoned Adam's pants and pushed his hand inside.

That's when he stopped moving, catching Adam's attention.

When Adam looked down at his mate, he felt a shudder crawl over his skin. Lucifer was looking up at him like a predator, his hand still buried in his pants.

Adam could feel what had gotten Lucifer so predatory. It was something completely new to Adam, but he found it hot. And it seems Lucifer does to.

Lucifer growled: You've... got a cloaca.

Blushing, Adam gasped and tensed as Lucifer leant forward and started to kiss and such his lower abdomen.

Adam: T-Thought you'd like it~.

Lucifer: Oh pet, you have no idea~.

Monster under the bed au where Lucifer is a monster and "terrorizing" Adam?

And by terrorizing, I mean fucking. Grossly. Disgustingly.

Complete monster porn.

Oh no, are my kinks coming out again? Oh well 😉

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Don't tease me with a hot au lol

Oh, what if Adam bought a new house and that's when it starts?

[420days]

Can you make a story on the hall of fame jey uso story but can you make to how they met if that makes sense

HOW THEY MET | JEY USO

If you read my “Hall of Fame” imagine this is the backstory of how they met. I actually liked this idea a lot and might do a mini series on Jey and Brianna… excuse any errors or mistakes and enjoyyyyy

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“I plan on making this course easy for everyone as long as you show up." Brianna listened to her new professor lecture in the front of the classroom. It was the first day of her sophomore year in college and she was just getting adjusted into her classes..

"Now, I know everyone hates doing this but let's just go around the room say your name, major, and a fun fact about yourself." The professor spoke, earning a round of sighs from the students.

"Yeah yeah, let's start in the front." He pointed towards a random student.

The students went around the room and introduced themselves. Brianna felt herself become nervous as it got closer to being her turn. As she went to speak a student busted into the classroom, out of breath, and made his way to the back row where she was sitting.

"My bad professor, you know your damn class is all the way up here. It took me a good ten minutes to get to this side of the school." The brown eyed boy smiled as he took the seat between Brianna and another boy in the class.

"Jey, I except nothing less than for you to get lost on the first day despite this being your fourth time in one of my classes." The professor shook his head, marking everyone laugh.

“Nah, you need to talk to them about that cause why is your class all the way up here?” He scrunched his face up only to be interrupted.

"Sit down and let the girl talk!” Kenya, the girl that sat in front of Brianna mugged him.

"My bad." He turned his attention towards Brianna as she began to speak.

"That’s okay, my name is Brianna. I'm a sports management major and I play on the volleyball team here." She spoke, earning a big smile from Keyna.

"Me too! Were you on the team last year?" Kenya turns around to face her.

"Oh no, I just transferred here this year." Brianna shook her head as she leaned back in her chair to look at her.

"Ohhh okay, cause I didnt remember seeing you last year but my ass don't be paying attention." Kenya nodded her head.

As the two spoke Jey took the time to take in Brianna's appearance. She was dressed velour baby pink sweat suit and a pair of white forces. Her sweater was unzipped just enough to show the white tank top and layered gold necklaces.

Brianna was a beautiful petite girl with round hips, golden skin, thick thighs, and a flat stomach. Her face was rounded and complimented with her glossy pouted lips, wide almond shaped eyes, and splattered beauty marks.

"No, this is my first year on the team." Brianna shook her head and then stop talking so the next person could share.

The professor spent the next thirty minutes going over the syllabus before he decided to let the class go early. It was the first day of classes and he would wait until next week to jump into the course material.

When the class was dismissed Brianna grabbed her white crossbody purse and made her way towards the door only for her name to be called.

"Oh hey, Kenya." She turned around with a small smile on her face once she saw it was the girl sitting in front of her.

"Hey, I was wondering if you wanna exchange numbers and stuff so I can show you around!”

“Sure, I would appreciate that.” Brianna nodded, pulling out her phone so she could beige Kenya her number.

"Cool, I'll see you at practice next week?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’ll see you then!”

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1 WEEK LATER

"Bri! Hey boo!" Kenya smiled at Brianna as she walked into the gym making a few people stare at her, including a few of the basketball players.

She waved and quickly made her way over to where Kenya was sitting on the other side of the gym with the rest of her teammates.

"Why didn't y'all tell me all the basketball players practice in here. I would've came earlier so I didn't have to walk past them." Brianna whispered to them as she sat on the bench.

"Girl, I forgot! We’re used to their overgrown asses at this point. They just come in here early and walk around. They don't even practice in here." Kenya mugged the basketball players as she tied up her sneakers.

"I don't mind cause they're fine as fuck. I like looking at them while we practice." Chloe jumped into the conversation, bitting her lip as she watched a player walked past them.

"I can't lie a couple of them are cute but it's still awkward because they're staring at me." Brianna shook her head making them laugh.

When coach came in they got started with practice. Brianna immediately got into her zone and was doing an excellent job with the team. She could tell all of the girls were dedicated to doing well and that was exactly the type of people she wanted to work with.

"You did good today, newbie." Her coach tapped her shoulder as she took a large sip of water after they wrapped up the practice.

"Thanks Coach." She nodded her head in her direction with a small smile on my face.

She was gelling very well with everyone so far and it was making her feel more confident. In a matter of a week she was making friends, bonding with her teammates, and enjoying the college experience.

"Y'all got extra towels over here?" She looked up to see Jey, the same boy who interrupted her in their sports introduction class.

"No, we don't have no towels for you boy. Where's the towels Coach Towns has?" Keyna scrunched her face at him. She knew he was just coming over there to bother them considering it was his second year on the team and he knew exactly where the towels were.

"Man, we don't have no more clearly. That's why I'm over here rude ass." He sucked his teeth and took a seat on the bench next to Brianna.

She briefly looked over at him and smiled when the two of them made eye contact with each other.

It was no secret Jey was a fine looking man. His warm honey colored skin, deep brown eyes, and plump pink lips would have any woman ready to jump his bones. Everything about him made him Brianna’s type of man from his looks to his personality but she would never act on her feelings

"Are you just gonna stare?" She asked him once she realized he wasn't going to look away.

Taken back by her words he slightly tilted his head back and squinted his eyes at her. He was used to being the blunt one but the fact that she beat him to it made him like her even more.

"You didn't give me a chance to speak to your pretty self. I was tryna look at you first." He spoke while glancing over her again taking in her appearance.

His eyes glanced over her beautiful face that was on full display due to her natural brown hair being pulled into a messy bun. He remembered seeing her with a twist out a few days ago and could tell from the wide curls she quickly styled it with some baby hairs. She always kept her hair laid but the natural look was something different.

"Hmm okay, I just didn't know why you were staring at me." She blushed at his compliment.

"You shouldn't take it personally when you have a pretty ass face. I know you're used to people in your face all the time." He reasoned with her.

"Not really."

"Your boyfriend doesn't tell you you're pretty?" He raised an eyebrow at her as Kenya listened to the two of them converse with each other. She knew immediately that Jey was feeling Brianna but she was too innocent to even notice.

"I don't have one of those."

"What you doing after this?" He leaned forward and looked over at her. Even in her volleyball uniform she looked good to him and he found himself glancing over at her more than he should've as she stared at him through her long lashes and innocent eyes.

"Probably going to grab something to eat with my friend." She shrugged her shoulders. "Why?"

"The team's are going to grab something to eat at Waffle House once we wrap up practice. You and Kenya should come through."

"I'll ask her if she wanted to do anything. If not we might come." She told him as she stared back at Kenya who quickly turned her head.

"Ight, I'll see you around Bri." He stood up from the bench and made his way back to the locker room.

After she finished talking to Jey she mentioned to Kenya that he invited them to Waffle House to grab something to eat. Chloe decided to join them since she was becoming closer with Brianna and wasn’t ready to go back to her dorm.

"I don't think we were flirting." Brianna turned her face up at Kenya as they sat in the booth.

"Chlo, she was like 'how you know I got a man’ and you know how he's all flirty and shit. So he was like 'I'm just assuming you got one'. In his deep ass voice. She explained the situation dramatically making the three of them laugh.

"Ohh gurl, it sounds like y'all were flirting just a lil bit." Chloe pinched her fingers together and squinted her eyes.

"He was flirting with me! Asking if I had a man." She shrugged her shoulders before taking a sip of her water.

"Sounds like he’s feeling you." Chloe sipped her drink and Keyna nodded her head quickly in agreement because she peeped that too.

Before she could respond the front door of the diner opened and in walked a mixture of football and basketball players. Her eyes immediately caught eye contact with Jey who gave her a smile before winking at her.

He's so fine. She thought to herself.

"There go her man right there. We done talked him up and they're already starting with the eyes." Keyna sipped her iced tea

"Now, all I did was look up." Brianna giggled.

"You might as well move over because he's gonna come sit by his boo." Kenya said to Chloe as she shifted in the booth.

"Why do y'all keep calling this man my boo?" Brianna asked with a laugh.

"I know Jey sis and he's on you bad. He be cool on bitches for real. Like, I have witnessed this man tell hoes to back the fuck up."

"Aye, yall finna sit over here?" Kenya waved them down making Chloe smack her arm.

"Girl, no! I don't want him to sit over here." Chloe rolled her eyes at the sight of Maurice.

"Wait, that's not your boyfriend?" Brianna raised her eyebrows because the two of them were caked up in the gym a couple days ago.

"Not at the moment. He pissed me the fuck off." Chloe rolled her eyes and pursed her lips.

"Damn, y'all are still beefing? I thought he apologized?" Kenya asked with confusion on her face.

"No, he ate some cat and thought shit was cool." She mumbled making them bust out laughing.

"Not you standing on business." Kenya laughed as the guys walked over to their booth and sat down.

As Kenya said Jey slid into the booth and sat right next to Brianna who was smiling at him. The smell of his cologne instantly filled her nose.

He smelled so so good

“What you getting?” He asked Brianna once everyone got settled.

"I don’t know. Everything smells so good." She shrugged as she picked up the menu.

"Shit, everything is good. I'm not gonna lie." Jey nodded his head as she looked over the menu. He already knew what he wanted since he came here so often.

“You know what you’re getting?” She looked over at him.

“Yeah, the same thing I get every time. This is my favorite spot.” He told her.

Nodding her head she looked over the menu a bit before deciding what she wanted to get. In the meantime Jey talked her ear off but she didn’t mind. She liked his personality and how he had her laughing the whole time they talked.

Everyone was pretty much in their own world as Maurice tried to butter up Chloe and Kenya talked to one of Jey’s teammates. When the group was ready to go Jey took it upon himself to pay for Brianna’s meal which she greatly appreciated.

“My hair is about to get ruined.” Brianna whined looking at the rain the was coming down.

Jey glanced over at her before taking off his favorite hooded letterman jacket and giving it to her so she could protect her hair.

“No, you don’t have to do that. You already paid for my food and stuff.” She shook her head innocently but Jey wasn’t having it.

“Hmm, I’ll be fine. I got another one in my car.” He spoke nonchalantly as he held the jacket out.

“Okay, thank you.” She smiled, pulling the large jacket on. The smell of his cologne immediately filled her nose as the jacket bascially swallowed her.

“Jey! You wanna give her a ride back to the dorm? I was gonna ride back with Brandon but not if she has to walk back by herself.” Kenya called out to him.

As much as Kenya wanted to hang out with Brandon she wasn’t going to leave her friend to walk back on her own. Nor would she let her get in the car with Jey if she wasn’t comfortable doing so.

“I got her if she’s cool with that.” Jey nodded his head at Kenya who turned her attention towards Brianna.

“Are you comfortable riding with him? If not I can walk back with you, no pressure.” Kenya reassured her.

“Yeah, that’s fine. If you don’t mind dropping me off.” She smiled at him.

“I got you, come on.” He nodded his head.

tags: @bebesobrielo @trentybenty @amandairene88 @kiki1704 @paigereeder @uceyliyahh @skyesthebomb @cyberdejos2 @chloeijuana @tian-monique

[dcdreamblog]

So is the Plastic Man who was in the All-Star Squadron and the Freedom Fighters the same guy who's still around today with the Justice League? The current one is so rarely serious in interviews I can't find any concrete information.

I know there's plenty of other Golden Agers who are still around, but he still looks exactly the same and so does this "Woozy" Winks guy who's in a lot of pictures with him.

Same guy. Same weird, WEIRD guy.

(A recent "glamor shot" published by Mammoth City Magazine) Because his identity is publically available I can help clear up some confusion for you. Plastic Man's birth name is Patrick "Eel" O'Brien. Little is known about his birth family save some measure of Irish ancestry. His father was abusive and abandoned Eel at a young age to a Catholic nunnery. Eel counts the main factor in his fall toward crime being his lack of a positive male role model, meaning the most affection and attention he got was from street toughs and gangsters. He started by running simple errands, then couriering illicit goods, then dealing, by the time of his adulthood he was running a small outfit in Mammoth City, New Jersey. Everything went wrong when he was shot during a robbery of the Crawford Chemical Works. Blundering into a rack of barrels a large industrial acid was dumped all over him, even entering his wound. He was presumed dead but actually ended up under the care of an order of monks known as Rest Haven. Taken in and given asylum despite his criminal past, O'Brien discovered that he could morph his body in any way he desired, save for its color. Viewing the monks as role models in his new life, Eel gave up crime and decided to make the most of his second chance. His crime career was helped by Wolfgang "Woozy" Winks (as far as I can tell that is the man's legal name) a former small time criminal who became a bumbling if loyal confidant to the man of rubber. He was, of course, drafted into the All Star Squadron during the war where he gravitated toward working alongside Uncle Sam and the Freedom Fighters. He says that despite pitching it as wanting to be "as close to Phantom Lady as possible, mrrrowww" (sic) it was actually because like earlier in his life he respected Uncle Sam as a reasonable and appreciative male role model. For his famous sense of humor he was regarded as a trustworthy and respected member of the Freedom Fighters until the war's end. He was left behind when the Freedom Fighters made their exodus to Earth X, although the reasons have never been made fully clear as to why. He spent the next several decades working for the FBI, hunting down mobsters, killers and robbers under a low profile as to not upset the provisions of the Keane Act. At some point during this period he engaged in a prolonged affair with a woman named Angel McDunnagh (She is by all accounts a very kind and patient but utterly mundane woman. Do not go looking for her. Seriously don't. He tends to get testy if she complains about people snooping.) which resulted in the birth of their son Ernie Luke McDunnagh O'Brien. It just so happens that around this same time, Superman's appearance and the formation of the JLA rendered the Keane Act moot when Plastic Man reappeared on the scene. This lead to Angel and Eel separating and Eel becoming rapidly estranged from his son. Plastic Man would eventually be granted membership on the Justice League where he served with distinction and commendation, risking life and limb for his comrades, innocents and all mankind more than once. Even eventually making an effort to step back into his son's life. At this moment in time he is associated both with The Terrifics, a group of respected superhuman multiversal explorers as well as the brand new "Justice League Unlimited" initiative. As I have said many, MANY times before, I will not judge a man like Plastic Man by his attitude. Especially when there's not a damn thing wrong with his attitude. The man grew up in the shadow of the great depression, abandoned to a nunnery, became a criminal before he finished middle school, was mutagentically deformed and decided all of that was reason enough to turn into the GOOD GUY. And the psychological trade off the he makes is that he's kinda goofy. He has faced the worst of the worst from literal nazis on down the list, I say he gets to break the tension however he damn well feels like it.

[juliasmesmerized]

Me and You

pairings: Josh Washington x gn!reader, Mike Munroe x gn!reader requested type: two pining on an oblivious reader! summary: Mike and Josh shoot their shots on the reader while they just can't get it. vibes intended: Timeless - The Weeknd, Playboy Carti word count: 3334

REQUEST: Hii mootie ! I just saw your post so i may have an idea ? 💞 if you want ofc ! Mike and ahem my cutie pie josh fighting over reader? For her/their attention and the silly agrument went like hmm heated? 😭 not sure if u do smut so i'm sure if you're do or not- but it doesn't have to be one! Maybe yk both of them being obsessed w reader cs yk we r js their light to their darkness <33 [also if i made typos mb im really sleepy 😿💔] ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR 🥳🎀 i hope ideas come to you ! You can ignore this take care🤍🤍 - @castielsloversblog

RESPONSE: hi pookie! happy new year!! it's so sweet of you for this and I super appreciate the ideas. I had some time off focusing on finals and I def wanted to explore other characters than just Josh. I write for everyone, yall I love them all. I got ideas as soon as I read this and asked a friend which request to do first, yours was her choice! Enjoy!

Michael's party was almost underway after a week of planning. Since it was a bunch of the group's first college frat party, Mike decided to plan Jess's, Matt's, Ash's and your first one. Sam's brows slightly furrowed; frat parties are never really chill and freshmen never attend for that reason.

Sam sat with her sketchbook. "Maybe we should have a small get together instead of a full party full of college upperclassmen." Her red coat was eye-catching for the infamous night of halloween eve.

Casa de Mike was decorated with black and orange ornaments. A full skull near the door with a sign that says 'how you doin'?'. There was red splattered around some areas with washable liquid, and LED lights placed around with the remote being Mike's phone.

Mike was setting up more decorations with Jess. "Don't worry about it, Sandiego. It'll be fine! If anything happens to the three freshmen we got them. Josh and I will be on watch." Jessica's hair was longer than usual, gold and sleek. Her purple dress didn't touch the ground, but her hair did.

Emily teased. "You sure you can handle that hair?" Emily wore a black headpiece reminiscing a swan; a corset endowed in pretty bows and a tutu skirt. Edgy black eye makeup and a soft red lip. Her hair didn't fit a bun, so she let it down.

"I better look the part! One night of long hair shouldn't be as bad as wearing heels all night." Jess spoke up as she placed a skull head on the snack counter.

Chris, looking as if he was going to save a young girl, who was immune from a virus, from dying on the operation table that could've saved the whole world. "Why is Jess even here, Mike? Wasn't it supposed to be a surprise?"

He left everything he was doing to stare at Chris. "She had to come over early to do the skull look. Ain't no way I'm doing this myself." He pointed on his face like 'duh!'. He had a skull face drawn on by the makeup artist herself and a full black outfit. A black button up and black slacks and dress shoes. With his height and build, you could see him as a one night fling.

"Riiiiight." Chris went back to checking his phone.

Jess kept going back and forth checking each of the rooms that will be available to the guests, that being the living room, walk-in kitchen, and two bathrooms. "Why is Chris here early anyway?"

"I'm punctual! Why can't we appreciate punctuality these days?" Chris crosses his arms, but lets out a chuckle.

Emily rolled her eyes jokingly. "An hour early isn't punctual, it screams 'I don't have anything else to do with my life.'"

Chris sat next to Sam. "You're not doing much over here either, Em." Sam chuckled from time to time by their conversation as she kept placing strokes onto the pages.

"I was asked by Mike to come early because I knew how to make a party. I got some decorations he could use."

"Mhm. And I am extremely jacked." Chris sarcastically chaffed.

Emily snorted. "Whatever you say, whoever you are!"

"It's from The Last Of Us!"

Emily shook her head as she rested her weight on the wall behind her "Nobody but you would know that."

Jess shouted for Mike who was across the hall. "I think everything's ready here, Mike!" She walks towards Sam; once Sam's pencil left the page, a hand swiped the sketchbook away.

Sam pouted at her younger friend's action. "Jess..!"

"Look here. She's drawing us!" Jess ushered the rest to the notebook. Everyone was dressed up and almost taking a selfie in Samantha's reimagining. Some important people are missing, but were considered by some circles.

Emily cooed as she saw herself holding a peace sign. "Awww, Sammy!" She took it off of Jess's hand to have Chris take a closer look.

His smile earnest, Chris beamed. "I look pretty cool."

Sam shyly looked away from the three complimenting her work. "I'm waiting to see the others to include them."

Jess gave Sam her sketchbook back. "Secret's safe with us!"

The doorbell rings. Sam, like clockwork, got up towards Mike. "Could I hide this somewhere safe? I didn't bring much of a bag."

"Yeah sure, follow me. Em, could you get the door?" Mike walks up the stairs with Sam behind him.

"Sure." She walked towards the door, twisting the knob just right. Her eyes befell the raggedy clothing and dull dark green skin.

An enthusiastic Matt radiated through the realistic zombie costume. "Hey Em! Didn't expect to see you at the door."

Emily stepped aside to let him in. "Woah Matt, how'd you nail the zombie look that well?"

Matthew's positive attitude changed the atmosphere that surrounded them. "I checked some tutorials online! Cool right?"

Emily smiled. "Piqued my interest for sure." She closed the door behind him. He took in the fresh changes done to Mike's place; an area he frequented before, but looked completely redone for this fun occasion.

Matt turned his head to see Jess sitting down. "Do they always go all out with these parties?"

"Frat parties? Yeah, it gets people going." Jess stood up, walking closer to Matt. They had a quick hug.

Sam and Mike came down the stairs and greeted Matt. Before he could continue surveying his surroundings further. The bell rang one more time. Mike went ahead to open the door as a good host.

You and Ashley arrived together. Josh in a separate car arrived around the same time, which had you three at the door.

Mike stepped aside for the rest to come in. "Welcome in!" He kept the door open as a few others began to gather parking outside his suite.

You had a pirate ensemble on, fitting the halloween theme. Ashley's face was highlighted by fawn features; the pretty white spots surrounded by light brown, a light wing on her eyes, the contouring on the nose with the white dots, and a special fawn headband. She wore a short brown dress with white gloves. Her brown boots perfectly cemented the deer getup.

Matt spoke up as he greeted Ashley. "Ash, you look amazing!"

"Thank you, Matt! So do you!" She responded, but all of that drowned as Mike came to greet you first.

He definitely glanced over to fully take you in; top to bottom. "Nice costume you got on. Very coastal."

Joshua walked up next to you. "Thanks Mike, so do you!" You had a smile creep up your lips due to the compliments you've gathered so far and the night barely began. It started with Ashley, then Josh, and now Mike.

Emily looked around. "Where are Han and Beth?"

Josh's demeanor never changed. "They asked to come in a separate car, Hannah's been practicing how to drive. Something about keeping their costumes a surprise from everyone."

Sam recalled all close interactions with the twins. Hannah purposefully kept her mouth zipped, even if she could never hide anything from Sam. Beth was more relaxed about everything, and can hide a few things. "Right, Han never even told me her costume."

"That's interesting. They'll also be the only high schoolers here, keep 'em safe." Josh looked around towards everyone, knowing they'll be a helping hand. They loved pranking each other, but when it came to safety; it was no joke.

A few nods and notes of agreement came from the entire group. The doorbell kept ringing until the place was filled with college students ready to start the weekend off with a bang.

Hannah and Beth entered in completely differing outfits. Hannah went for Emily from Corpse Bride and Beth decided to go Raven from the DC comics.

You greeted everyone and began to drown into the crowd and the ongoing party. There was dancing, conversation, the loners, people jumping into the swimming pool, and drinking; which you couldn't even tell if it was legal.

You decided to head outside for a breather and dip your feet into the water. Before you could fully slip away, Josh took your hand and moved you towards the hallway near the bathrooms.

His smile, gleaming as ever. He decided to have a square voice changer that could be attached to his shirt. The white shirt and jeans outfit was simple to the naked eye, but with the drawn on blood stain and fake knife, you could tell it was from a slasher film. The iconic line of his would go: What's the matter Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.

Instead, he goes on elsewhere. "You enjoying the party so far?"

"Yeah, it's definitely new, but nice. It feels you might drown into the crowd any second." You smiled at his attentive nature.

He nodded. "Right, you gotta just get your footing." Your eyes gaze at the square microphone at his collar and he realizes.

Josh takes it off and clicks a button. His voice was augmented as it came out of the machine. "You know, it works." Your eyes sparkled at the interaction.

You looked into his eyes and back at his hand holding the mic. "That's such attention to detail! Amazing!" The astonishment never truly left your face even when Jess called out to Josh.

Jess tapped on his shoulder and looked up to see him. "I need you for something."

"You good, Jess? What's up?" He looked genuinely concerned for a moment. She wasn't one to ask for Josh out of everybody.

She gave a slight smile at his care. "Just a few minutes of your time." He followed her as they walked off, and you were alone once again. You walked outside to see a cooler with a bunch of drinks. Walking up to it, looking into the different choices, you were stumped.

"I'd say it's too early for a drink." The familiar voice had you turn around to Mike. His hazel eyes stared into you with intensity. "We'll be here all night you know."

You cross your arms at him, amused at his conversation. "You're saying I shouldn't party hard and get wasted?"

He chuckled at how far you took it. "I'm just saying a pirate should be stealing hearts, not taking shots."

Going with his flow, you think of a good response. "Whose heart is on the market to be stolen? I don't see any, personally." You point towards the multitude of couples at his place.

He smiled. "You'd be surprised-" He was cut off by another friend.

Chris cries out from behind you and Michael. "MIKE! Mike! Mike!"

Mike turns around to respond. "Yeah, Chris?"

He points back into the crowd. "A girl puked and I don't know what to do? Come with me let's carry her somewhere. She's unconscious in one of the bathrooms."

Michael groans. "I gotta take care of that, see you."

"Of course, take your time. Enjoy." By this point, Mike gave his back to you. He raises his hand to salute and says back: "not going to enjoy it!"

You chuckle at his response, even if he groans and complains; as anyone would, he still would get the job done wholeheartedly. The party is ever-so slightly going harder. People are making out, sleeping on the floor, jumping to the beat, anything you could imagine was happening.

Going back inside, without a drink. The conversation with Mike took your mind off of it; probably for the best. The song playing was something you used to listen to at times, known to be a cult classic at clubs and parties. It was getting to the good part.

Fresh out the trench, four hundred packs Uh, yeah, I'm spinnin' in Paris

Josh creeped up from behind you. "You should try the dance floor." His smile, filling you with comfort and excitement, had you eager to try something new. There was some space at the designated area; the living room where the sofas were placed away from the wooden floor. He put out his palm for you to grab.

Dress for these hoes, they finna flock Just poured a four in a soda, it pop

You smiled at his gesture, and take his hand. "Why not? I love this song." Sam kept eyeing the two of you as you held his hand. Hannah and Beth could be seen whispering to each other. The eerie feeling chilled your spine, but you ignore it in pursuit of trying something new at this new experience.

Them drugs finna hit, I'm feelin' ill I'm wrestlin' all of my demons, I feel like The Rock

The lights flashed random strong colors at semi-long intervals, blue, red, green, purple, orange. The crowd interested in the song jumped to the beat and chanted the lyrics. You and Josh join them. The beat was about to drop. Everyone was colorfully assorted in costumes and embroidery to show off their favorite characters, mastery in creation and design, and just having fun with outfits.

Ever since I was a kid, I been legit If I was you, I would cut up my wrist

The song moves you and Josh follows you. In your element, you don't realize his hands echoing your hips. Eyes closed, feeling the moment and everything surrounding it slow down. Only you, Josh, and the music mattered.

XO tatted all over her body, yeah She just wanna roll and I don't mind it, yeah

Your costume flowed alongside you, the golden chains and belt moved with you, and Josh was taking all of you in. Regardless of how much of a bad dancer you could've been, it felt natural and the confidence showed. Mike glanced at you, already whisked away before he could've done anything.

Ever since I was a jit, I been legit You should let her go, she wanna be it

Josh looked at Mike, knowing the situation they were both in while mouthing the lyrics. Gritting his teeth, Michael put his weight against the wall, leg up, and arms crossed. Planning his next move, as Josh and you continued to the song.

You smiled to Josh as the song calmed down. "Thanks for calling me up here." You still had energy, but the climax of the song has ended.

Joshua effused; still trying to keep cool. "Of course, I knew you'd enjoy your time."

"Have you?" You raised an eyebrow towards his sincerity.

His blue eyes locked onto yours. "With you? Of course I would."

You chuckle to his seemingly disingenuous response. "You'd say that to everyone."

He bantered alongside you. "You wound me! I can have special moments with special people." His right was on his heart and his left hand was on his forehead, his eyes were closed, looking especially dramatic.

You rebutted, seeing him flirt with Sam and Jess quite often. "Yeah, when you don't flirt with every girl you know!" You and Josh both know flirting with Jess, recently single, was more of a joke. If she gets a guy, she wouldn't let Josh even have an inch of a chance to try.

Mike was getting more pissed as he saw you laughed with another guy, even if that was your mutual friend. The idea of you laughing with a friend was innocent enough, but he knew this guy has it in for you also. He hated it; despising the fact you couldn't be the one to focus on him as they were both pining for you.

There wasn't much you could do, he knew that. He knew you wouldn't get out of your comfort zone and do anything like that. You all were friends, and he understood. Josh also thought the same in regard, which pushes them both to pursue you more aggressively. As a board game would go, each of the guys took turns with trying to get you.

Using their wingmen as chess pieces to get you alone, they strike at different times. He couldn't have Jess call Josh out while you guys were dancing, and when he finally had the chance to, you both were done. Michael's train of thought has clashed as he saw Josh make a move. His finger brushed your cheek. His clenched his fist at the sight.

They both agreed not to make a serious move until you figure yourself out. Everyone knew about it at this point, the staggering looks, the whispers, Jess and Chris, everything was calculated. Until Joshua ruined the deal and Michael had to deal with that, alone. Joshua would have to rave the consequences as well, alone.

Without much thought, Mike was already holding Josh's hand away from your face. "Not going to cut it man."

Josh, looking puzzled, responded to Mike. "Yo, dude, what's going on?" You stepped aside from them, knowing that Mike was not happy and you wanted nothing to do with it.

Mike's facial expression was relaxed, but his stare didn't let up at all. "You know what's going on. You disregarded what we agreed on." Everyone who caught onto the situation surrounded them and almost pushed you back from the suspense and itching tension.

You squeeze through them regardless and hold your head high to see everything.

"You can't just claim the situation however you want. How long are we just gonna sit here and verbally shoot our shots? Some people fall after physical encounters."

He shook his head, more forcefully this time. His tone went deeper as he tried to hammer in his point of view. "That doesn't matter. We agreed on something, Josh. Don't fuck with me."

"You're too scared to shoot your shot, don't blame it on me. That was your doing, I took that grace period with you and now we can BOTH do what we want until she takes a stand."

A clenched fist flew into Josh's face. His right cheek, now bruised and red, turned away. "Fuck you, Mike." He held onto Mike's black collar and took his left hand to swing at him. The punch landed on Mike almost immediately.

The chants of "Fight" grew repetitive and loud. As the fight got more heated, more people covered your vision. After crawling out of the situation you were put in, you find Josh on top of Mike. Josh was landing punch after punch while Mike defended himself. You were beside yourself, this felt too much to bare and your eyes widened at the scene. You ran towards them.

They were both in the wrong, you know that. Neither of them should've had this escalate to this, but nothing could be done now but to stop them both from hurting each other further. Josh had a bloody nose, Mike got a black eye, the injuries on them both were never ending.

You screamed. "Stop this!"

Not that it did anything. Blinded and drowned by the current moment, Mike got the energy to push Josh off of him and began to get on the offense. Before his hit could land, Chris grabbed Josh away and Matt put his hands under Mike's arms and pulled him away.

Chris looked over towards both of his friends. His tone more sincere than it was the entire night; feeling stern. "She asked you guys to stop. Stop this."

Sam began damage control immediately. "Show's over everyone. Go home." Beth began helping her out in swaying people to drop the situation. De-escalating something this heated would never be easy or even fully fulfilled, but Samantha definitely had to try.

Hannah, Emily, and Jessica had nothing to do with helping the scene, instead Hannah was frozen in shock of Michael's newfound discreet confession. Emily and Jessica were silently eating up the whole ordeal; two guys fighting over someone? Yeouch! This sounded like a good Friday night to them!

Once everyone cleared up, Josh immediately headed on. Silently glad that Hannah and Beth had their own separate ride. No one could've even silently checked on him on the side, for he was already gone.

IM BACK BAYBEEEEEEEE! Thank you so much for reading this! I definitely enjoyed this request, please send some more! I have more to write later on, and I definitely have ideas for. I haven't forgotten them, but I got overworked with finals and I couldn't get really good ideas, there was one request I made three separate ideas for, but finally decided on one. •ᴗ•

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#liz im gonna be so real. as interesting as this is i think this is the first time i actually disagree w u#not even necessarily on the religious stuff but more on the bison stuff. bc i get a completely different read on him tbh#like i just don't think i would ever describe him as someone who enjoys killing ppl. 100% he has a violent streak in him#but imo that's not bc he has some inherent penchant towards violence that brings him joy but rather as a result of his upbringing#under lilly's roof. and also bc he's unstable as hell but i think that's also bc of lilly and probably what happened to his parents too#but i don't at all think he enjoys killing ppl. like one of the first things we're told abt him is that he wants out! he's so vocal abt it!#like he always wants to get things over and done with and get out asap! it's fadel who's meticulous and concerned! bison has always seemed#completely detached from the killing to me. the only time we saw emotion that kinda leans that way was in that first honeypot scene#but that imo that was a power thing and not a violence thing. and i think the fact that he FANTASIZES abt doing all these violent things#but in actuality does none of them proves that. he was angry and hurt and defaulted to extreme violence bc that's all he knows atp#but the reality is he did none of it. he easily could have. but he didn't bc he's NOT inherently violent in that way. he just doesn't know#how else to process his hurt. violence is all he HAS. like i don't think he was delighting in it at all i think he's just fucked up lmao#and while i agree that fadel is suspicious of lilly imo bison has always been presented as the thorn in her side#he's the one who questions her. who gets annoyed w her. who doesn't seem to give much of a fuck if the job gets done or not#he's the one who wants to get away and VOICES it. to her face. and while i do think that fadel probably KNOWS more#he's lowkey completely under her thumb in a way bison isn't. he doesn't wanna question her or doubt her and he doesn't want bison to either#now that could be bc he KNOWS she's crazy but either way i just completely disagree w the implication that bison is closer w lilly!#i think she KEEPS him close and butters him up more precisely BECAUSE she knows if she doesn't keep him docile he could be#a v big problem for her. fadel can be trusted to stay in line. bison can't be. so she HAS to give him extra attention. does that make sense#so while i do agree that bison believes what she says and takes what she tells them abt these 'bad people' at face value#imo that's more of a symptom of him just. not caring enough to question it than it is him wholeheartedly believing she's 100% honest#i'm so sorry 😞 u know i love u but this post was just not it for me </3

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first of all NEVER apologize for disagreeing with me, we're allowed to have varying opinions as long as we can be respectful about it which you very much were and i appreciate and adore the additions because i think you bring up some good points, even if we do clearly disagree. i'm gonna explain my personal reasoning for thinking the way i do, but my intention isn't necessarily to change your mind, just to back up my own thoughts on this because obviously i have reasons for viewing bison the way i do.

first of all, i absolutely agree that bison's violent streak is a result of his upbringing - and i actually would argue that his upbringing is also what led him to have a delight in it, which i do still stand by. because while i agree the instance we see in the first episode is very much also about power, i think it is also about the act of killing. to me, he has always seemed to be in a pretty positive state of mind when they're on the job, and while maybe that is just his way of detaching from it, i don't think he would involve himself so heavily in certain instances if that was the case. i've had this belief about him since episode one tbh, but i think what truly cemented it for me that bison enjoys it, was strangely enough, this gif that antania @riggerbison made from episode six.

to me, this gif is a PERFECT representation of how both fadel and bison cope with the killing and violence they enact (and yes, i know they don't actually kill these guys, but the point stands!). because on the one hand we have fadel, standing straight up, detaching himself from it, not looking at the guy at all. and then we have bison, cradling his guy to his chest, looking right at him, even looking like he's making those soft, sarcastic "hey it's okay" noises you see so often in this kind of media. and to your point, i think you can totally view this as bison also enjoying the power in it as well, but i also think the two are linked in a lot of ways. especially because canonically, bison is a sadist! we know, in great detail, the fact that he gets off on hurting someone else. and while obviously there's a difference between hurting someone in a safe and controlled environment and hurting them to kill them or inflict real damage, i don't think (SPECIFICALLY IN BISON'S CASE!) that the two are entirely divorced from one another, either.

i also don't think this is negated by the fact that bison wants to get out, either. antania and i actually talked about this back just after episode two, but bison's desire to get out is less about not finding enjoyment in the violence and the killing, it's the fact that he has no freedom. bison is someone that has never had control and he desperately, desperately craves it, so of course he wants to get out from under the thumb of someone who forces him into a life of isolation. because that has ALWAYS been bison's main complaint. if memory serves me correctly, he actually only directly states he doesn't want to kill people anymore once, and that's in his outburst to fadel in episode three. and i'm not saying that he's lying there, but i think the fact that the sentence is almost immediately followed "i want a boyfriend!" tells us that it's not actually because he doesn't like the killing aspect, and far more about the fact that he wants a social life. he wants friends, he wants a boyfriend, he wants to be open and honest with those people in his life. but those two things directly contradict each other and while maybe bison does enjoy the killing aspect, it's certainly not enough to rid him of his desire to have a community.

and i do agree bison is the thorn in lilly's side! but i don't think that comes from suspicion, i think it comes from again, a desire for freedom. i don't think bison views lilly as evil or doesn't believe the things she tells him, i think it again comes from his desire for control. i also think he's ALLOWED to be the thorn in her side because again, he's portrayed (at least from the limited scenes we've seen) as her favorite. like she has a soft spot for him. and i actually agree, like you said, i think it likely comes off that way BECAUSE she knows she has to butter him up so he won't make the wrong moves. but i also think it gives him more leeway than say, fadel, who while more visibly obedient, is also the one that will openly lie to her, will make sure bison keeps things from her, and he's the one that we suspect has already disobeyed her once before. i think the difference isn't so much who's more under her thumb so much as it is who is more strategic about her. and i think the fact that fadel is more strategic about his approach, while bison is willing to be vocal, does show which one of them actually trusts her more. if bison didn't have some level of respect and trust for her, he wouldn't be willing to speak up at all - he'd go behind her back more readily in the same way fadel does. because fadel is the one going behind her back and around her - and that's infinitely more dangerous than the person letting her know upfront what he thinks.

obviously i don't expect you to suddenly change your opinion, but i do hope this explains my thoughts on it all better :)

just woke up in a cold sweat because i think i’ve realized exactly what all the fucking religious symbolism is actually pointing out and like hoooooly shit. holy shit.

the fact that bison wears a jesus shirt in his fantasies of killing kant has been nagging me since the moment i realized it and i think i’ve realized why it is - and the reason for all of the things pointing towards and symbolizing bison as jesus.

it’s because that’s how bison views himself. not as actually jesus and the second coming, no, but he views himself as righteous, as a reckoning for all these people that they kill. he believes their mother when he says they only kill bad people, and that’s why he gets so much enjoyment out of it, why he involves himself far more in it than fadel, who always detaches himself. it’s why he delights in the idea of killing kant now, fantasizes about it, because he thinks that’s what’s right. kant betrayed him, and he’s a good person. he’s righteous. so that means kant deserves to die for it.

and that’s why kant is judas the betrayer AND john the beloved. because when bison knows it’s coming and turns a blind eye, he views himself the same way as jesus turning a blind eye to judas’s betrayal. and he’s the one the makes kant into john the beloved finding the tomb empty first because he hides from him (notably after kant had confessed to not wanting to lie to bison anymore)!

bison views himself as righteous. as jesus.

but he’s not. because jesus would never take joy in killing anyone. jesus would never have fun with it, in the same way bison does. and even if he did, jesus wouldn’t want to stop to date.

but you know who doesn’t take joy in any of it? who detaches himself from it? who seems, in the very least, suspicious of their mother?

you know who’s birthday is on christmas?

fadel. and if fadel is jesus… then bison can’t be. actually, i think that might make bison far closer to judas the betrayer. and that’s just awfully poetic, isn’t it? because didn’t judas think he was doing the right thing, too, when he sold jesus out? when he took money in exchange for telling the soldiers which one jesus was? just like bison thought he was doing the right thing when he told kant to get fadel off his back. just like he exchanged his brother for a lover and took them both down in the process.

[bitchface24-7]

Hi V! I was wondering if you felt comfortable doing a fluff fic of reader x viktor or jayce comforting reader on her period ?

All goods if you can't!!

I really enjoy your writing and I live all the attention to detail you put into your stories !!

THIS SUCKS… - VIKTOR & JAYCE X READER

synopsis: you're on your period, you feel bloated, agitated, and your stomach hurts. You can't tell if you're hungry, if you're cramping, or if you really need to shit. Your lovely boyfriend sees you struggling, and takes care of you the best he can.

warnings: menstruation (obviously), pain, fluffy fluff of our boys taking care of us.

genre: m/f or gn/m

p.s. I'm going to write this in the style of bullet points. Also, why not get both? This isn't Jayvik, so if you prefer one over the other, you can just read one part. Love ya! ❤️

VIKTOR X READER

You dread everytime your menstrual cycle hits you. It's painful, messy, and makes you agitated at the littlest things.

It makes you unintentionally be snippy with Viktor, something that upsets you even more since he hasn't done anything to deserve that treatment.

He's incredibly understanding. As someone who deals with chronic pain he understands that pain can make you act in ways that you typically wouldn’t.

Your pain may not be 24/7, but he knows it comes once a month for a week straight.

He has pain killers, a heated weighted blanket, and light food that surprisingly fills you up ready for you.

He’ll even make you sweet milk when you ask for it.

You typically do parallel play, he’ll continue to work, but he’ll make sure he's in the same room as you.

More times than not, he's cuddled up with you in bed, your pleading eyes and pouty lips will be his downfall. He can never say no to you.

Viktor makes this part of your life so much easier, and you can't thank him enough for it.

(its actually his way of thanking you. You take care of him all the time. Adjusting his spinal brace, his leg brace, making sure he has his cane. Helping him take off his assistive devices when he asks. Making sure he eats, he sleeps. He appreciates your care and love more than you'll ever know. So he tries his best to help you when you need it.)

JAYCE X READER

Jayce has a good idea how to take care of menstruation aches and pains. He's practically Cait’s older brother. He was around when she went through puberty.

It was not a pretty sight.

He knows you'll crave sweets, chips, sushi, fried chicken, really anything super flavourful and bad for you.

He knows teas help with cramps, so do heating pads, and lightly massaging your lower abdomen.

He knows you'll alternate between wanting to be alone, and being cuddled.

He knows you'll accidentally get snippy, feel bad, and want to hug him.

He knows it all.

It’s like it was ingrained into him on how to take care of you. He just appreciates that the hellish years he had to deal with a pubescent Cait paid off in the end.

(no he swears she was going to kill him at one point)

Being able to cook delicious food because of his mama makes it even better. He’ll make so much food you honestly wont know where to start. But they'll for sure be something there you can stomach.

They'll always be there to take care of you ❤️

Hi Anon! Thank you for the compliment! Sorry this is much shorter than you probably expected, I just don't deal with my period often? I go like one to three months in-between cycles and I just take care of myself when it happens. I medicate myself and essentially sleep away the pain for a day and a half, then I'm back to normal, I’m just bleeding now as well.

The longest time I went without a period was six months back in 2022 (I was 20 and had gotten it in November after my assumption of extremely early onset menopause LMAO, after that I got a tracker app to help me remember when I get it) and no I was not pregnant. Unless I’m Mother Mary reborn, that wouldn’t be possible.

[rimatsu]

May we please get a part 2 of Tommy being horned up over preggo Buck’s hot bod? It’s delectable

once again i can barely follow instructions: this ended up more cheesy sweet than unapologetically horny but i hope you still enjoy it <3

part 1

When he waltzes out of the en suite bathroom after his own shower, Tommy is welcomed by semi-darkness. The dim wall sconces are warm pools of illumination overhead. They bathe the bed in yellow and make it glow invitingly. Reclined against the headboard, Evan has wedged three pillows behind his back, his pajamas-clad legs stretched out in front of him. He’s bare from the waist up, scrolling down his phone with one hand. The other rests lightly on top of his belly — shiny with lotion that has yet to be fully absorbed by his skin, a greasy layer that reflects light like glass, accentuating the convex of his abdomen.

Tommy's heart swells and bangs against his ribcage, something achingly tender blooming in his chest at the sight, so big it nearly spills out of its container.

The human body is at once awfully fragile and incredibly resilient. Evan is adorned with purposive ink and accidental scars from dozens of injuries that could’ve killed him. In another universe, he took his last breath when a blood clot obstructed his pulmonary artery; or expired under the crackling claps of thunder and the whiff of ozone. In this timeline, Evan has lived through it all, and the cartography of his flesh is the map of his experiences, a record of bravery and strength and narrow escapes. In their four years together, Tommy has memorized the lattice of Evan’s anatomy and the architecture of his spine, the curvature of muscles and the convex of fat, has laved appreciative attention to his body while it cycled through bulking and cutting phases alike; but this new appearance — the latest addition in the history of Evan's extraordinary accomplishments — might just be Tommy’s favorite, short-lived as it is.

It stirs something primal in him, all lizard brain and base compulsions: Evan is carrying the physical evidence of their coupling, a successful one with a heartbeat of her own. Tommy has never felt quite so possessive before, nor has he ever thought of himself as particularly territorial, but he feels hoggish now. Not in a way that concerns him — he’s only ever reverent, worshiping, wants to curl around Evan and protect what's theirs. His, his, theirs.

“You're gonna gawk at me all night?” Evan asks, pulling Tommy out of his sentimental trance. There's an amused gleam in his eyes when he stretches out one arm in invitation, beckoning Tommy closer. “If you don't claim your spot soon I might replace you with the Snoogle.”

Tommy makes a face. 

The Snoogle is a giant neon green U-shaped pillow Evan purchased to support his bump and back whenever Tommy’s on duty and unable to offer his cuddling services. It's also a space robber that takes up most of the bed’s real estate and acts as a veritable fortress between them.

“No need for threats,” Tommy dismisses. “Keep that monstrosity away.”

The mattress dips under his weight. Fitting an arm under Evan’s neck, Tommy slithers close until they're nestled together as comfortably as possible 36 weeks in.

“Hi,” Evan says with a little grin, putting his phone away.

“Hey there, chubs,” Tommy greets back, teasing.

Evan glowers at him in mock-offense. “Watch it.You’re the one who got me this way.”

“I sure hope so,” Tommy quips, and then hikes Evan’s right leg over his thigh to loosen his aching flexors, hoping to keep the discomfort to a tolerable minimum. “How's my baby doing?”

Evan shrugs, wiggling a bit as he readjusts against his mound of pillows. “M’doing alright. A bit sore, but I’ll live.”

Tommy can’t help but chuckle at that.

“You’re cute, but I meant the actual baby,” he clarifies, reaching to stroke a hand over the swell of Evan's middle. 

He searches for movement under taunt skin, for the press of tiny feet or sharp elbows against his palm, but the kid must be fast asleep now, motionless in the womb, and all Tommy can feel is the steady rise and fall of Evan’s breathing.

"Oh, I see how it is. I’m chopped liver around here,” Evan deadpans — or tries to, anyways. His mouth keeps dancing in and out of a smile. “Do you want me to leave you two alone? I wouldn't wanna intrude.”

“Nah,” Tommy declines, drumming his fingers twice over Evan’s navel. “She says you're decent company.”

“Decent, huh? Sweet talkers, the both of you,” Evan says, and then nudges his head up for a peck, one that Tommy happily gives. 

Their noses brush, and the following kisses are sweet and open, unhurried and languid, without too much tongue. Whiskers scrape against stumbles, one liplock fading into the other. Evan tastes like toothpaste and smells like the citrus headnotes of their shower gel mixed with the jojoba oil of his stretch mark cream. 

It's familiar; it's intoxicating — it lights Tommy up yellow-warm inside. The air that expands his lungs isn't solely his own anymore, shared between them like their last names.

There’s a drowsy pale-pink flush on Evan’s cheeks when they part. His lips are red like wine, a fruit ripening on a stem, and he blinks at Tommy with a slow, deliberate sweep of fine lashes. 

“You wanna…?” Evan asks, trailing off suggestively. His fingers curl in the drawstrings of Tommy's pants. Someone is definitely in the mood to get his nuzzle on.

“I wanna?” Tommy prompts, playful.

That earns him a tug at the waistband, fabric pulled down over the rise of a hip bone.

“Business is open,” Evan announces, voice lowered to a hush — flirty, coy. “You better get it while the getting is good.”

“Your business has been open 24/7 lately,” Tommy points out, just as cheeky.

During the first trimester, Evan had been tired and queasy and sex got kicked to the bottom of his priority list — very uncharacteristic for a man with a pronounced appetite for booty knocking and body rocking. By month four, though, his energy levels went back to normal, and his libido skyrocketed to the point where they now have mind-boggling quantities of sex, reduced mobility be damned. Cuddling before bedtime automatically leads to a horny Evan craving one of those orgasms that help him sleep: slow and drawn-out and indulgent. That extra blood flow around his nether regions have turned him quite hair-trigger.

It’s all very fine in Tommy's books: it might take a lot of maneuvering to fuck now that Evan is so pregnant lying down on his back for too long is no longer an option, but he finds his husband sexier than ever, lush and fruitful, soft to the touch. There’s something wonderful about it, about him.

“You complaining?” Evan challenges, one eyebrow cocked. “You should make the most of it before a newborn takes over all our time.”

“Far be it from me to deny you,” Tommy says, shifting to carefully straddle Evan’s prone form — body loose and legs splayed open like an invitation. “I don’t need any convincing.”

[museincarnate]

Like Tater, the tribespeople of Paragu's sect of the universe felt as though she fit in with them, even just based on the way she carried herself, and seemed so relaxed despite the constant attention she was receiving from the Saiyans, themselves; that sense of belonging resonating for Shuen and Torno, as well, though it likely meant more to the Little Rabbit, as she wasn't even a Saiyan, and still felt like she belonged.

Idle, isolated conversation between Kapeti and Tater seemed to intrigue Paragu's advisor, though he seemed unsurprised by much, as if he had some sort of clairvoyance for things around him, or that he was present for; the Lagomorph's honest response, however, earning a soft hum from the Chief's advisor. "The tribe will certainly appreciate your willingness to take part in our customs, for being such a newcomer to our way of life. It's pleasant to see that you respect our culture, and the many traditions that the other sects don't seem to follow."

Though, after he finished speaking, he allowed Tater to focus on eating, as Kapeti intended to do the same; Paragu, though seated next to him, otherwise observing his tribespeople, and how they seemed so interested in the Little Rabbit's thoughts on the food she was trying for the first time. Her companions, equally new to the delicacies of Paragu's planet, were rather delighted by how things tasted, while Tater's initial reaction was more focused on than theirs; the tribespeople allowing their tails to sway almost joyfully when the Earth Representative's ears flapped and her face lit up.

Everything was well seasoned, while the fruits were almost addictively sweet, perhaps some validity being rewarded to the culture's superstition about giving thanks to the planet's very nature. Conversations would otherwise be minimal, as everyone could finally focus on their own meals, while quietly celebrating how well the food was received by the only non-Saiyan guest they had in attendance. Though, around the time when both Torno and Shuen were likely finishing up what they procured for their meals, respectively, the latter would hum contently, and look over to his companions.

"It looks like Paragu's already finished eating, but he's waiting for everyone else. He doesn't seem like he's in any hurry to move things along, though. I guess while we're waiting too, is there anything else we need to ask him about, before we finish up here? I mean... I'm almost certain those three Saiyans didn't come from here, but learning a bit more about their culture couldn't hurt, right?"

Tater's rubbing at one of her cheeks would be noticed by her Saiyan friends, as they were not far behind her, or rather beside her, to notice the act; causing them to softly chuckle, as her response to the Chief in front of them caused him to hum in acknowledgement. It seemed as though he was grateful that his culture's celebration was easing the Little Rabbit's nervousness, in light of why she was on his planet to begin with. Of course, he knew that their investigation was important, and taking the time to relax wasn't something they could afford all that much, but stopping for a meal, and learning about the culture were both things that their bodies and the investigation respectively needed.

Once gazes were met, between the tribespeople and Tater, if she was attentive enough to notice their reactions when she smiled at each of them, they would all smile back; the subtle nuances of a genuine smile easily noticeable on each face, as if they weren't simply returning the expression out of necessity or politeness. To them, the Lagomorph woman was rather small, as the women of Paragu's sect of Saiyans were tall, and muscular, though not as much as Hakkona, if a comparison were to be made. Still, it was as if she was an equal to the people of the tribe.

Once Paragu and Tater had procured their respective shares of food, ranging from fruits and vegetables to various meats, the Hero of Hope and Torno would do the same; managing to get some rice for themselves as well. Despite the massive tribe that was meant to be fed, it seemed as though the food was bountiful enough to feed everyone twice over, and that would be proven when everyone got their helping of the food for the feast; plenty more left in plain view.

Everyone was free to indulge in their meal, as Paragu did so almost immediately; the rest of the tribe following shortly after, though some subtle glances towards Tater indicated that everyone was curious as to how she'd find the taste of everything to be, to her particular Earthly norm. Being seated so close to Paragu and Kapeti, however, allowed the latter to offer some insight to the Little Rabbit. "I've heard that in some Earth religions, that it's customary to thank one's chosen deity before a meal is consumed. Our culture does the opposite, and speak of our gratitude after we partake."

[poorrichardjr]

The talk of war

When the election was rolling around I heard a lot of republicans complain about how they believed Kamala would lead them into world war 3. It was kind of a stupid complaint, though they did have some grounds for it. As I heard one extremely stupid republican say on the day of the vote, "Kamala has all the worst warmongers in the republican party supporting her." He was right about that, but wrong about so much else he said that day trying to intimidate his friend into voting for Trump.

Now, I greatly appreciate that so many people were worried about war that they would choose the option they believed wouldn't lead them to war. The problem is, the other guy has never been the dove they believed him to be. More than once he nearly took us to war while he was in office the first time, but the military stepped in numerous times to keep him from being a complete and utter moron most of the time.

Of course, now that Trump is getting closer and closer to stealing the reigns of power again, he is doing exactly what he did last time - threaten war with half a dozen different nations. This time he seems to want to go after our allies. Maybe because Putin and his advisers are telling him the best way to stay and maintain power in this country is to start a war.

This isn't just some talking point or vague belief. Bush Jr used his popularity that came from 9/11 to start another war that he threatened while he was running for office - an attack on Iraq. He lied us into that war, but with a war comes expanded powers to the presidency. We instituted the Patriot Act, we tightened all sorts of security around the nation, and we looked askance at anyone who had the temerity to protest the actions of our brave and valiant president.

Trump wants to be feared and "respected" like Putin, Xi, and Un. He wants people to stand at attention when he walks into a room. He wants people fawning over him at every second. The problem is our presidency doesn't offer much of that. Even though those who are your allies will give you some of that, the rest of the population will call you out, call you names, or simply tell the truth that the person in charge is an ego-maniac or an idiot.

Too many people are disregarding this talk of war, annexation, and invasion. I don't really expect Trump to attack Canada or Greenland. Such an act is futile. However, there are republican members in Congress who are all in agreement about us retaking the Panama Canal or invading Mexico on the grounds that we would be taking out the "cartels". Members of the House have floated a plan for Trump to retake possession of the Panama Canal and more than a few of them have openly suggested military invasion on Mexico.

It really is only a matter of time before Trump declares war on someone. His first targets are going to be the immigrants and all the protesters who will push against it. All of those people will be jailed if he gets his way, and there will be more than a few willing police departments around the country. After that he will need something bigger to maintain control and get him the "love and adoration he craves." I expect sooner or later they are going to slap the label of terrorist on American protesters, as if they don't already do that, and use it as a pretext to restrict freedoms.

I am not really sure whether Trump is stupid enough to start a war with Panama or Mexico, though I am not going to put it past him. The man is a dunce and has no knowledge or understanding of our history in this part of the world. The thing is, he is going to start a war. Whether the start of it is on his own people or some outside enemy, he is going to do it. For a man who craves power and wants to keep it, there is almost no better way in our country than to maintain it than to blame someone else for our aggressive actions and then say we "can't switch horses midstream."

[astro-tag-9]

Rising Signs

Aries Rising: You are born with more ambition than you may always know what to do with. You wear it for the world to see. You are easily yourself 100% of the time. You have confidence in almost everything you do, even if you don't know what you are doing. You aren't afraid to make mistakes and you take every opportunity thrown your way. Taurus Rising: You find ways to love when other people would not. You are even borderline obsessed with love and everything to do with it. Your emotional goals take priority over your physical goals on a regular basis. Once you have obtained, or are mutually in love with somebody, it is then that you can actually focus on obtaining physical goals of yours. When you are in love, your universe seems to re-center to your love. Gemini Rising: You hold a more fierce presence than you are aware. You are aloof but the center of every party. You know how to be social more naturally than most. You tend to make friends so easily, and end up being the reason how many other people make great connections. You tend to be the glue in any of your friend groups. Cancer Rising: You have a default sweet natured look to you that people notice right away. You may often feel like people around you are always trying to cater to your wants or needs. You just draw in people who are natural givers. But you become aware of this at some point in your life. Just make sure you don't abuse this, but always appreciate it. Leo Rising: You hold strong physical features that capture attention from many people when you first meet them. Your appearance is typically "loud" (in a good way). You know how to demand attention, and enjoy holding the status as the most powerful person in the room. Virgo Rising: If you ask any of your friends they would say you live off the grid 90% of the time to most of the world, and really keep your day-to-day circle as small as could be. You only prefer big crowds if they are so big that nobody is really noticing you, and you only prefer small groups when it's your day 1 homies that don't put you on the spot or make small talk. Libra Rising: You've probably never not looked good a day in your life. You truly have the most natural glow to yourself where with little to no effort, you are always a shining star. However, you never fail to remind people that you are more than meets the eye. Scorpio Rising: Even in the best moments of your life, somehow chaos, on even a minor level creeps in. Overtime you learn how to control it and your emotions to not let it get the best of you. Many envy your cool and calm, collected demeanor when they see you tackle this chaos. Sagittarius Rising: You know everything about everyone. Everybody's go-to friend to tell secrets to or trauma dump on. However, what makes you great at this role, is your ability to take it, and then immediately know how to cheer them up afterwards. Your ideas are endless, and you are always thinking of new things to do. Capricorn Rising: You will never let somebody be alone when you can feel that they shouldn't be. You very much go where ground is hollow, and work on filling in the dirt. You are driven to these places in people's lives. Sometimes it may feel more stress than it's worth, but you are more impactful on people's lives than you know. Aquarius Rising: I cannot stress this enough, STAY INTO YOUR ART! Creative energy is flowing through you at all times, you just have to find ways to always tap into it. Don't let your art be ruined or tainted. Always keep creating. Never let your ideas go without bringing them to life. Pisces Rising: You are always floating along like a river stream. Never having a clear destination, just going where it takes you. You form many different friends in completely different groups. A little of this and a little of that. Your friends are a total melting pot of personalities, each bringing out different sides of you. Just do not lose your own identity in which friend group you are hanging with at the moment.