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[dinodaweeb]

Living with a gangster

Mafia man x Gn!Reader

Summary: moments in your life when your weirdo of a boyfriend gets you both in the most randomness possible scenarios. You love him though

a/n: ummm ummm writing for now bc my Apple Pencil broke so yeah!!

You’re on the couch, unwinding after a long day. The soft hum of the TV fills the room as you kick your feet up, enjoying a rare moment of peace. That peace shatters the moment your boyfriend walks through the door, looking like he’s been through hell and back.

There’s even stains on his white pants. Gross.

Bruised, bloodied, and entirely too proud of himself, he barges in with a grin plastered on his face. “I brought you something,” he says, and there’s a certain cockiness in his voice that you’ve come to expect from him.

You turn to look, already knowing whatever he’s holding will be ridiculous. “What is it?”

You ask, trying to suppress the exhaustion from your voice.

With a flourish, he reveals a ragged, battered stuffed bear. Its fur is matted, and there’s a stain that could be blood—or maybe it’s just the bear’s battle scars. One of its eyes is hanging by a single thread.

“A battle bear,” he announces proudly.

You stare at it for a beat. “A what?”

“A battle bear. I had to fight a bunch of idiots to get it. It was a whole ordeal, but I thought you’d want it.”

You blink, deadpan. “So you got into a fight for a stuffed animal?”

“Yup,” he says, a little too smug for someone who just looked like they were hit by a bus. “It’s yours now. For protection, obviously. You’ll be safe with this thing. Like a bodyguard, but fluffier.”

You glance from him to the bear. “This thing looks like it’s seen better days. What kind of fight were you in?”

“It’s fine. Just a little blood. Nothing serious,” he assures, his grin widening. “So? Do you love it?”

You pause, still eyeing the mangled bear. “Sure, I guess. I don’t know if it’ll protect me, though. It looks like it’s seen as much action as you.”

He flops onto the couch next to you, snatching up the bear. “It’s a symbol of my dedication. Don’t downplay it.”

“You could do anything with it cry with it, cuddle, feed it, maybe even tell it about how much you love!”

“Nice try.” It’s just a thought but you are thinking he’s going to be the one to do those things.

It’s been a long day, and you were hoping for some peace. You’ve barely sat down on the couch when your boyfriend bursts in, completely out of nowhere, practically vibrating with excitement.

“I missed you!” he exclaims, then immediately starts some unholy combination of spinning, hopping, and awkward flailing. His hips are nowhere near Shakira’s level of shaking.

He’s rattling like a broken supermarket cart.

You stare at him, eyebrows raised. “What in the world are you doing?”

“This is my I missed you dance,” he says, spinning once again like he’s in some bizarre action movie. “It’s a tradition now. Every time I come home, I perform it to show my appreciation for you.”

You blink. “A dance?”

He nods, still twisting around, his limbs making chaotic, out-of-rhythm movements. “Yup! It’s a way of showing how much I care about you.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” you say dryly, eyes narrowing as you watch him crash into the coffee table, almost toppling over the lamp. You can’t help but let out a sigh. “Are you done yet?”

He doesn’t answer, too busy still trying to perfect whatever this is. His leg kicks too high and knocks into the side of the bookshelf. He spins again, only to hit his elbow on the doorframe.

“You’re really not helping your case here,” you mutter, leaning back. “How exactly am I supposed to take you seriously when you’re like this?”

With a grunt, he halts his movements, standing tall like he just finished a perfect performance. “I’m a dangerous man, babe. Nobody could top this move.”

You stare at him, deadpan. “You’re a mess.”

He grins like he won the lottery. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You walk through the door after running a simple errand. But as soon as you step inside, you’re met with your boyfriend standing in the living room, hands on his hips, wearing a look of complete panic.

“Where have you been?” he demands, voice high and tight with concern. “I’ve been worried as shit.. Do you know how long it’s been? What if something happened to you? Like if a Mario cosplayer asked for your number? Or if my boss figures out we make passionate love in ghost face costumes?”

You stop dead in your tracks, surprised by the sudden wave of intensity. “I was gone for two hours. I was grocery shopping,” you say, already regretting not texting him sooner.

His expression doesn’t change. “Two hours? That’s two hours I had no idea where you were! You could’ve gotten hurt! Kidnapped! I could have sent the team after you!”

You blink, trying to process his frantic words. “It was just the store. I’m fine. I didn’t even leave the neighborhood.”

“But what if something happened?” He’s pacing now, completely ignoring the fact that you’ve been walking around the block for the last hour. “You could have been in danger, and I wouldn’t have even known! What if the old man that looks like Santa Claus down the steep seduced you?”

“What—“

“And was successful. Who am I to Santa? Nothing but a little elf whore…”

“Um.”

“Actually fuck Santa. He ain’t shit.”

“Okay.”

“Anyways, Do you want me to hire bodyguards?”

“I’m not a delicate flower,” you say, trying to stay calm. “You don’t have to act like I’m going to break if I leave for an hour.”

He stops pacing, suddenly pulling you into a tight hug, his arms firm but careful. “I know, I know. You once broke my back when we were roleplaying WWE. And in be—“

“Oi.”

“Besides! You’re my responsibility. I need you safe.”

You sigh, your annoyance melting away as his possessiveness becomes more endearing than aggravating. “You’re a freak, you know that?”

He smiles into your shoulder, his tone softened. “And you match it~”

You couldn’t deny that.

You’re lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you hear the front door open. Your boyfriend walks in, holding two absurdly oversized leather jackets with a grin that suggests he’s up to no good.

“Guess what I got!” he announces.

You glance at him, already sensing where this is going. “What now?”

“Matching jackets,” he says, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who just spent way too much money on something totally unnecessary.

You look at the jackets, confused. “Those things are huge. They’ll swallow me whole.”

“Nonsense!” He’s practically bouncing with excitement. “It’s part of the look. Look how badass we’ll look together. We’ll be like this power couple!”

You pull the jacket on, and it nearly engulfs you. You feel like you’re drowning in leather, and you can barely move your arms.

You glance at him. “This is a terrible idea. I can’t even lift my arms.”

He looks at you with a deadpan stare. “Exactly. That’s the point. We’re untouchable.”

You sigh, crossing your arms, trying not to let the ridiculousness of the situation break your composure. “You realize we’re going to look like two absolute try-hards?”

“Nope.”

He shrugs, unfazed. “I look hot. You look hot. Who cares about looking normal when you look cool?”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “We look like walking couches.”

It happens when you’re having an absolutely normal movie night. Popcorn, blankets, a chilled drink. Everything’s perfect. And then, in the middle of a dramatic scene, your boyfriend suddenly turns to you with a completely straight face.

“I killed someone today,” he says, his voice holding the same tone if he just did a wet fart. “45 years old. Kids. Pretty tragic, actually. But he had it coming. I mean he did—”

You freeze, popcorn halfway to your mouth. “Wait. What?”

He shrugs, clearly uninterested in your reaction. “Yeah, I mean, he was a threat. Had to be dealt with. He won’t be a problem anymore.”

“Are you… are you serious?” You blink rapidly, your mind struggling to catch up with what you just heard.

“Yeah, well, that’s gang life for you.” He leans back, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth like he’s just told you about his day at the office. “It’s not all fun and games, y’know.”

You can’t form a coherent response, too shocked by the casual way he talks about murder. “You just… killed someone. And then sat down to watch a movie?”

He glances at you, unphased. “Yeah, and? We were supposed to watch this, right? Can we watch breaking bad next? Bald Walter is spank bank material.”

“Um ew.”

“Just don’t sweat the small stuff, babe.”

You stare at him in silence for a moment, the absurdity of the situation slowly sinking in. “You are the weirdest person I’ve ever met.”

“Thanks. I try.” He says it so casually, then immediately falls asleep like it’s just another day.

What the hell.

[thicc-ray-of-sunshine]

'Cypripedioideae'

-A practical lesson in botany

You tag along with Ford in search of an elusive bit of flora and find yourself in a sticky situation as nature takes you both for the ride of your life.

(it's the obligatory sex pollen fic) inspired specifically by this post from @chunkitakii

You were tired. The arches of your feet had started to ache, making the continuation of your hike rather uncomfortable. If you had known this would have turned into an an all day thing you would have at least worn your comfier boots. You stretched out your legs a little on your next step forward, trying to shake the strain from your poor ankles as you walked.

“Are you quite alright Darling?”

Observant as ever; Ford almost immediately caught on to your discomfort, brows knitting together in concern. You flashed a small smile his way and squeezed his right hand in gratitude.

“Yeah. Just a little tired, my feet are starting to hurt. Wish I wore my other boots.”

A small pout appeared on your face at the mention of your footwear that caused a soft chuckle to escape from Ford's lips.

“Yes they would have been more appropriate. Although I had not expected our outing to take this long so the fault is mine.”

His tone was measured and his apology sincere as he offered his hand back to yours to hold. You graciously accepted, bouncing up on your toes to peck his cheek affectionately. You could see the faint pink hue that rose to the apples of his cheeks and tickled the tips of his ears as he interlaced his fingers with yours. He really was too easy to fluster despite being so unruffled elsewhere.

His pace slowed substantially so he could comfortably walk with you. It was not completely uncommon for him to always be slightly ahead of you, his long legs making his strides a fair bit wider than your own. Typically though he liked to be next to you like he was now, being able to see you put his mind at ease when you were out in the woods like this. He liked being able to know exactly where you were in case if any danger were to arise. This was also the reason he chose to have you on his right; leaving his dominant hand free to be able to protect you from any potential threats that came your way. This way he could also still have a free hand for note taking while also being able to be as close to you as he pleased.

From what he had described to you what you were searching for was some type of slipper orchid. He had heard of it in passing from when he was dealing with some gnomes a short while back. Apparently it was something that generally they avoided so it was described to him as a precaution but when he pressed for answers he was met with a strong resistance. So of course here he was, scouting it out and putting his inquisitive nature to the test; ever so eager to find out just what made this flagrant piece of flora so off-putting.

It was odd you realized, to be chasing after a flower in the middle of fall. It wasn't typically the time for such a plant to be alive, forget actively blooming but you guess that was just another reason Ford was so enchanted. Although even if you didn't find it today it was still worth the trip. You always loved going on adventures with Ford, absolutely reveling in seeing him completely in his element. Big amber colored eyes focused and poised yet not at all hiding the excitement thrumming through his veins at the thought of discovering something new.

He was nothing if not analytical in his approach, left hand always alternating between holding his chin in thought and jotting down his findings and anything else he deemed important. Your favorite part was when he'd sketch things; every stroke of his pencil was thoughtful, almost reverent as he portrayed everything as accurately as he could. Sure science was his forte but truly he had a clear calling for art as well and you told him so often.

You were taken out of your reverie and your fond thoughts of Ford rather abruptly, Ford having put his left arm out in front of you to stop you. You observed quietly, waiting for him to explain the hold up. Silently he gestured to the leaf covered ground, towards the very edge of a small clearing in the trees. There you could see it, or at least what you assumed he was looking for. It's not like there were any other flowers around at the moment, forget orchids. You let him corral you closer so you could both get a better look at it. As soon as you got within a couple feet from it he did exactly what you expected him to do. He had a scientific process for cataloging his findings that he followed to a T.

He started by circling the plant, keeping a safe distance from it since he was still unaware of what in particular made it so dangerous. He meticulously viewed it from all angles, pausing to write in his field journal every few moments. You were more than content to watch the process, finding a fallen log not to far from where Ford was crouched to sit on. You patted the spot on the log next to you when he circled back around the plant again. He smiled at you, knowing how much you liked to watch him sketch.

“Come sit with me. I've got a good angle from here.”

Your voice was sweet as you beckoned him to your side, which he followed wordlessly. He was not even a little bit shocked that you had, in fact, captured the orchid at its best angle since you did always have an eye for such things. Just another thing he adored about you he mused as he got to work.

You huddled closer to him; the heat radiating off of his body too sweet of a temptation as your own began to feel the effects of the cooling temperature. He merely hummed in response as you laid your head on his shoulder, watching the quick scratches of his pencil against the paper as he brought the flower to life on the page. It really was masterful how he so elegantly captured the petals so delicately. It was a very pretty flower, odd in a way but nonetheless beautiful. There were three large petals protruding from a circular base; one large fan-like petal at the top of the flower and two smaller slender petals that curved outwards from the pistil. There was a large sac adjacent structure just below it, which from what you knew of this particular family of orchids was the ‘slipper’ and where they got their name from.

As Ford drew he told you about what he knew about it already through some preliminary research.

“It's a member of the ‘orchidaceae’ species, better known as ‘orchid’ which can be found in essentially every habitat with the exception of glaciers. Which is obvious.”

He paused for a moment to erase something before continuing both in his sketching and his lecture.

“I suspect that this is a member of the subfamily of ‘cypripedioideae.’ They're more commonly known as ‘slipper orchids’ or ‘lady’s slippers’ which you already know.”

Pointing his pencil in the direction of the orchid, he gestured to the ‘slipper’ part of it.

“That. Is the labellum. It's one of three types of petals on an orchid. The other two are the dorsal petal, which is the one protruding from the top of the orchid and then the lateral petals which are the ones coming out the sides.”

He continued to point out each individual part of the flower as he drew it. Labeling each part and creating a hyper realistic diagram for himself while you nodded along, smiling at the sound of his voice.

“The labellum is interesting because it serves as a sort of trap for local pollinators in a similar fashion to pitcher plants, the ‘Nepenthes gracilis.”

Your eyebrows raised at this; you never heard of a carnivorous orchid before.

“I thought those were carnivorous. You're not gonna tell me this flower has a taste for flesh now are you?”

He laughed at that, turning his head a bit to catch your eyes, filled with mirth as you leaned closer into his side.

“No Dear cypripedioideae are not a carnivorous species. The labellum is used to trap pollinating insects so that they are forced to climb up the staminode and or stamen so they have no choice but to pollinate.”

You nodded again thoughtfully at his explanation, filing it away in your brain for later when you would both inevitably talk about it at home. Maybe next time you should bring your own little notepad to take notes in, you'd bet Ford would love that.

Now it was time for the final part of his dutiful process; collecting samples. Very regrettably, he pulled away from you to stand once more; moving closer to the orchid. He was still incredibly cautious, the gnomes warnings staying in the forefront of his mind despite his excitement. Safety first.

He reached in and pulled out a pair of his custom six fingered gloves from his messenger bag along with a small knife and a small glass container. Again, with caution, he inched closer. Very delicately he selected one of the pistils and sliced it off. With great care it was placed into the small glass jar before he secured the lid and put everything back into his bag.

All was well when he moved to stand. That was until his jacket got caught on a piece of deadwood by his knee and had him careening forwards and onto the ground below with a loud ‘oof.’ Unfortunately for him you were nowhere near close enough to save him from either his fall or the accompanying embarrassment.

A healthy amount of panic arose in Ford as he opened his eyes and came face to stamen with the orchid he had tried incredibly hard not to touch. His body reacted instinctively; leaping backwards and away from the potential danger and landing square on his ass. You had already made your way over to him, kneeling over him before he could say anything about contamination procedures and potential risks.

“Oh my gosh! Ford are you okay?”

Your voice was riddled with concern as you helped him up. As soon as he was standing you had his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks a little as you turned his face side to side, assessing the damage. He felt your thumb swipe over his cheekbone briefly as you tilted his head to one side before releasing him from your grasp.

“Nothing but dirt and a very handsome face. I'm very glad nothing happened to it Can't say the same for your ass though.”

Ford rolled his eyes at you when you snickered; attempting to feign annoyance and failing miserably, feeling a blush rise to his cheeks. His eyes locked back onto the orchid for a moment, squinting; searching for any obvious signs that he had put you or himself in danger by making physical contact with it. Using two fingers, he brought his left hand to the wrist of his right to take his own pulse; it was normal. He repeated the process and did the same for you, earning the same results. You let him fuss over you for a moment as he gave you a very clinical once over.

Finding nothing out of the ordinary he deemed both of you okay. It was high time you had both returned to the shack, having spent several hours too many trying to find such an elusive plant. Any further medical examinations would need to be done in the lab anyway.

“Maybe it's just something that effects the gnomes? They have similar bodily functions as humans but maybe the potential effects are more potent due to the reduced size. I'm not sure I'll have to-”

Ford's lower abdomen lurched painfullly, forcing his body to double over abruptly. You shouted his name and he could barely hear you, his pulse loud in his ears and beating erratically. Everything was numb as you coaxed him to look at you, trying to blink away the sudden blurriness in his vision. When his eyes finally focused he could see your lips move but he still barely hear you over the buzzing in his skull. This was very bad.

His thoughts began to race; what possibly could trigger such a reaction? He feared the worst and that he had inadvertently poisoned himself; but if it was deadly why didn't the gnomes just say that? It didn't make sense, there was no reason to -.

Just as abruptly as it began, it stopped. The painful cramping of his body has completely dissipated and he could see and hear as normally as he could about two minutes prior. Your hand smoothed up and down his back comfortingly, displacing the fabric of his trademark coat a bit.

“C’mon baby let's get you back to the house.”

You cooed gently at him, slowly helping him stand again as you began ushering him back in the direction from which you came. In no time you were both walking rather briskly in effort to get back to the lab as soon as possible so you could really make sure Ford was okay.

As you were walking Ford noticed that your lips were red and irritated, nervously biting them raw out of worry and anxiety. Vaguely he felt bad which was weird because typically he would feel awful about it. Before he could delved to deep into it the answer hit him when his whole body suddenly tensed and then subsequently relaxed.

His brilliant mind came to a grinding halt, putting the pieces together as he subconsciously inched closer to you. He let out another gasping breath as he ripped himself away from your side. He was left a stumbling mess ahead of you as his brain was bombarded by a single clearcut message; he needed to fuck you.

“I-it’s an aphrodisiac!”

He blurted it out in a harsh breath, holding his arm out and signalling you to stay where you were. He couldn't have you touching him like this, no matter how much his body screamed that you should.

He watched as your face turned several shades of red at his words and he found it irresistibly attractive. No. He couldn't think like that, he could handle this. You both just needed to get back to the shack and to his lab where you could sort this out

“W-we need to get back to the lab as soon as possible. You cannot touch me, I don't want to aggregate this stuff more than I already have. I would like you to walk ahead of me so I can still ensure your safety but please be sure to be several steps ahead.”

Physically he struggled to get the words out of his mouth, his speech already starting to stutter and slur at the edges. It made you worry immensely for his safety, even more so now that you couldn't see him while you were walking.

Once you had turned back to check on him, finding his face flushed a brilliant shade of red and panting hard. A singular bead of sweat had rolled down his face from where it gathered at his hairline. You watched as it dropped from his strong chin to the forest floor below.

“Don't - don't look at me I can't-”

His voice was strained and he found himself unable to finish his though as he was wracked with images of your wanting eyes staring at him from a very different position; beneath him as he pulled you apart by the seams. He couldn't have you looking at him, especially not like that. He knew you didn't mean to but it didn't detract from the clear desire that was written there. It was only logical you would react that way; he was physically aroused, so of course a baser part of you would find it attractive behind the worry you felt for his condition. A condition that worsened astronomically as he felt another wave of pain pass through his abdomen near his stomach. A wheezing sound left him and he physically fell to his knees, leaves crunching loudly beneath his weight. You were at his side in seconds, completely forgetting or choosing to disregard his warnings to not touch him. He closed his eyes, willing the thoughts of ravishing you on the forest floor away as you put a hand on his shoulder. He couldn't. He didn't want to hurt you.

Neither of you had any time to react as Ford's body moved for him, tackling you to the ground from your kneeling position to kiss you hard on the mouth. His body snaked around yours, body pinning you and arms coiling around you in an almost suffocating grip.

“I don't wan’t-. We need to - I need.”

His thoughts and words were a jumbled mess, coming out choppy and fragmented between kisses at your jaw. His eyebrows pinched and he looked pained before he rutted deeply against your hips, jaw slacking in pleasure and letting out a salacious moan that stole the breath from your lungs. His eyes snapped open, the spike of pleasure clarifying in some way as he leapt off of you, suddenly aware of himself and his body. You watched bewildered, sitting up from your place on the ground as he staggered away. You quickly followed, not willing to let him out of your sight. He braced himself on a nearby tree, folding his right arm in front of him to pillow his head there.

“Stanford?”

Your voice was apprehensive, unsure of the situation and maybe feeling a little out of your depth.

“I don't want to hurt you.”

His voice was a whimper, cracking around the edges as he desperately tried to fight off the feelings of immense arousal that clawed at his gut. He knew that he would need to take care of this. Before it got dark, before a trek back to the shack would be impossible, before his body would-.

All his thoughts were cut off as you took your chin in your hands again and kissed him rather fiercely.

“You're the one in pain right now so let's fix that first okay?.”

Without another second to consider; you were underneath him again. He had forcefully pinned you to the tree he was against and promptly shoved his tongue down your throat. It was clumsy and overzealous. The usual finesse and meticulousness he kissed you with was replaced by an animal desperation and hunger, his fingers digging into your waist somewhat uncomfortably. A groan left his throat when you languidly slid your tongue against his, reciprocating his feverish kisses in kind.

Ford was gasping for breath when he broke away, breathing haggardly and chest heaving. He continued his kisses down the side of your face and across your jaw to your ear, whining when the fabric of your sweater stopped him from getting to the skin of your neck. Rather roughly, he used his hand to shove the fabric downwards to reveal your neck to him and promptly latched his mouth onto the exposed skin. Your squirmed helplessly as he mouthed at your throat, moaning as he pinpointed where you were most sensitive and sucked a dark mark into the skin there. He buried his nose into your neck, glasses cutting into your skin as he began a slow grind against you. His arms curling around you on more, guiding your hips to move against him.

His mind was spinning, doing somersaults and getting caught in a positive feedback loop as you moaned out his name breathlessly. The neurons in his brain fizzing and popping as pleasure zipped down his spine, urging his body to seek out more. Without asking for permission and with an embarrassing lack of coordination he tore the sweater off your body, leaving you in the T-shirt you had worn beneath. You were immediately knocked further off kilter as he tugged the material of your shirt up, holding it there and shoving your bra down enough to swirl his tongue around a nipple.

Your hands shot into his hair, clutching the back of his head and scratching your nails into his scalp as he leaves his tongue across the tops of your breasts, very nearly slobbering into your chest with an almost animal insistence. It was like he was trying to take a bite out of you, the way his teeth kept burying themselves into your skin ravenously. Not enough to break the skin but more than enough to leave small indents where his teeth had clamped down onto the flesh there.

Everything about this was so foreign, Ford was always so calculated and relatively gentle when it came to sex. He liked to take his time and ‘enjoy the journey’ so to speak. And sure, it wasn't completely uncommon for him to rough you up a little in the act but this was extreme. You had never even imagined that Ford could get like this, hell you weren't even sure he knew he could. Despite the rather problematic nuances of the whole situation you were still inexplicably turned on. You could feel the slow drip of your obvious arousal eeking out into your underwear; knowing for a fact that you were beyond soaked. Something that Ford seemed to want to know if the shaky hand popping open the button of your jeans was any indication. You could do nothing but hopelessly cling to his broad shoulders as he pressed his dominant hand past the denim and into your panties. A shuddering groan cleaved through his chest at your wetness, his mouth tearing off of a breast in an obscene wet pop.

In spite of the obviously crippling effects the aphrodisiac was having on him he was still trying very hard not to hurt you. His whole body was tense and shaking as he gingerly parted your folds and sank his middle finger into the hilt. He held it there, his body quivering under your hands, trying to find the mental and physical strength to be good to you. Your own body couldn't care less, your self restraint nowhere near his level as you tried to rock yourself onto his hand. You whined pathetically when he completely removed himself.

There was no preamble and nothing that could prepare you as he ripped down your pants and underwear and viciously jammed two of his thick fingers up into your messy cunt. You howled like a wounded animal, digging your fingers into his jacket. Your head whipped back against the trunk of the tree as Ford’s thumb hastily found your clit and circled it vigorously almost to the point of being painful.

“C’mon. C’mon. C’mon.”

Ford was panting haggardly into your ear, broken praises and calls of your name on his lips as he pleaded for you to cum.

“Please please please my darling I need you to cum on my fingers. Please, you're doing so well.”

His voice scratched against the walls of his throat as he spoke, clawing its way out beside the barrage of whimpers and moans; sounding manic and on edge. The bark of the tree scratched roughly at your back as you arched helplessly against Ford's chest, the sensitive skin of your nipples brushing against the knit of his sweater as your breasts jumped with the force of his actions. His hand now positioning in and out of your sopping cunt at a punishing pace as he sucked on the skin of your already bruised neck.

“Stanford!"

You screamed out his name. Your body giving Ford, as well as yourself no other warning as you were blinded by the white hot pleasure singing up your body from where Ford's fingers fucked you. You heard him groan triumphantly, biting into your shoulder as his fingers were replaced by the hot line of his cock spearing into you. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream at the sensation; your body burning at the intrusion and trying to accommodate him through the walls of your vagina convulsing from your violent orgasm. He didn't afford you the time to recover as he pulled all the way out and then slammed home in one subsequent motion. He gathered you into his arms, holding you as close to him as sustainably possible as he pounded ruthlessly into your pussy.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can’t-”

He sobbed apologetic sympathies into your hair as his body betrayed him and forced him to pile drive into you at a splintering speed.

“Oh god Ford!”

You grasped blindly at his face and neck, trying mindlessly to bring him to you; needing to feel his lips on your own.

“A-h Ford kiss me."

Needing no further prompting; his mouth found and locked with yours witlessly, tongues and teeth clashing together wildly. Ford's lips kneaded yours raw, biting and licking at them whenever you pulled away. Giving you just enough time to suck in another breath before diving back in for more, the frames of his glasses digging into your cheek uncomfortably. His hips never stopped, cock punching up into your cervix at a blinding velocity as you writhed in his arms.

He looked pained as he rocked up into you. He was far more feverish looking than before, a blanket of red coating his cheeks and hair plastered to his forehead from the sweat pouring profusely from his scalp. His brows were pinched tightly together and his mouth twisted into a grimace, looking anguished as he chased his pleasure. Your fingers itched to fix his glasses, which were nearly falling off the bridge of his nose and were continuously knocked around with each cant of his hips into yours.

You twisted in his grip. Unintentionally changing the trajectory of his thrusts, making the fat tip of his cockhead spearhead against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars and your cunt clenching tightly around him. Ford let out a guttural groan, hooking his hands under your knees and hitching you up on his hips as much as the jeans trapped between you would allow. The new angle giving him the ability to hit that same spot over and over again; the thickness of his throbbing length dragging deliciously against the sensitive walls of your drooling cunt.

The sounds your coupling produced were entirely pornographic. The lewd slapping of skin against skin and the cacophony of moans coming from your joining would make it incredibly obvious to any passerby to what exactly was taking place. Thankfully you were far enough out into the woods that you were very certain that no other humans would hear you screaming your lungs out as Stanford fucked the brains right out of your head. The various supernatural entities that lurkred within the woods however would probably not be so lucky.

An unholy sound rattled it's way out of your body as you felt yourself careening towards the edge of your second orgasm, cunt seizing around Ford's penis as he steadily plowed into you. He let out a choked noise, pushing somehow deeper inside of you as your back arched violently off of the tree. Like a crack of thunder, you were thrown headlong into another mind-blowing orgasm. Your face morphed into what could only be described as a rapturous expression. Ford watched hypnotized; your face painted in bliss as your eyes rolled back into your head and your jack went slack to release a long drawn out moan of his name that ended in a little whimper.

A newer wetness gushed around his cock from where he bore into you, making the glide into your waiting sex that much easier at every thrust. His mind was blank as his pace turned sporadic, hilting deep as he came inside of you with a sob of your name.

You blinked back the blur in your vision, keenly observing Ford as he rode out the waves of his own petit mort. His head was thrown back, Adams apple bobbing up and down as he gasped desperately for air as if he was drowning. Which he was; completely drowning in the pheromones as he felt like he might go insane from the euphoria tearing through his body. His hands dug harshly into your legs, another stuttering tortured sob wrenching through him as he realized that his body was not satiated.

“It's not- I'm not- I need more.”

You could hardly make out what Ford was saying through the haze of your orgasm. Only truly understanding when you heard the deafening sound of tearing fabric as pressed your hips came flush with Ford's and his still moving cock.

He has ripped your pants clean in half through the inseam you realized, taking your ruined panties with it. The clear display of brute force hit you in the temples and sent you spinning, even more so when Ford pulled off of you to force you onto the forest floor, clambering on top of you and throwing your useless legs atop his shoulders.

As soon as he was in between your legs again Ford pitched back into your greedy cunt, effectively folding you in half and and fucking his cum back into your still quivering sex. Leaves and small sticks scraped against the exposed skin of your back as your body rocked upwards with the absolutely savage way he was fucking you. He was hunched over you and was rutting into you like a dog in heat, the weight of his body against you giving you no option other than to take it. And take it you did, crying out over and over as he rabidly hammered into you, his balls slapping hard against the meat of your newly exposed ass as your knees dug into your chest. His belt buckle jingled as it smacked against the tender flesh there on every powerful thrust. You knew it was going to bruise, much like the rest of your body when this was all over.

You felt the muscles in your inner thighs burn as Ford mindlessly stretched your legs open further around him, using his left hand to hold you by your right ankle. His eyes were glazed over behind the fogged lenses of his glasses. Completely unfocused as he continued to relentlessly plow into you at breakneck speeds. Shockwaves of pleasure reverberated through your body with each pitch of Ford's hips, the angle at which he penetrated you catching your clit on every backstroke and making your cunt sing. You panted heavily into his face, unable to form words past a slim vocabulary of yeses, pleases and Ford's name. A scream ripped through you as a particularly harsh upstroke, his cock battering against the end of your vaginal canal in a way that was just shy of being too painful. The way you had froze up, cunt clenching harshly around him, had him repeat the motion again and again, chasing the feeling. His forehead dropped down to your collar, mouth blabbering nonsensically against your skin.

“Oh god! My Love - my Darling. Please- oh god I'm so sorry-!”

He was powerless to fight against the whims of his body influenced by the effects of the slipper orchid. He continued heedlessly, pounding into you mercilessly. His mumured apologies falling on deaf ears, you were busy being a moaning, shrieking mess beneath him on the forest floor. Your peak just over the horizon and within your reach. You reached out and grabbed it, cumming in a hellascious manner as you thrashed wantonly in Ford's grip.

The orgasm he tore from you was truly earth shattering; our eyes crossing and rolling away with the rest of your sanity as you clawed at his shoulders and chest. Somehow the pounding became even more aggressive as Ford barrelled towards his own climax. The force of his thrusting actively pushing out and displacing the well of your combined spend inside of you with a wet 'plop' as it spattered across your inner thighs and dripped down your ass. His pace turned frenetic, railing into you sloppily as he cried out.

Ford let out an agonized howl when he finally hit his peak, as if the act itself was painful. His body jerked physically; as if he had stepped on a live wire as he came the hardest he ever had in his life. Wounded cries ripppled through his chest, trying to hang onto the last vestiges of his sanity as he well and truly lost his mind in pleasure. The euphoria and relief he was feeling being far too much for his logical mind to handle.

A sob wracked through his exhausted frame when he finally felt his penis begin to turn flaccid within you. You were both shaking violently, clutching onto each other for dear life as his hips turned to a slow grind. His cock was still pulsing inside of you, his ejaculate spilling deep within your womb as his own body eeked out the last swells of his orgasm until his hips came to a stop.

Neither of you said anything. Choosing to coil your arms around one another as you both found control of your faculties. Ford let your legs drop to your sides, his hands finding a new purpose in smoothing up and down the sides of your body, attempting to soothe and mitigate the cold you probably felt due to his reckless treatment of your pants. And also you. God he felt awful. Guilt twisted into his gut like a knife as the reality of what he had just done set in. He threw his head into your shoulder and sobbed openly, unable to keep the grief he felt from hurting you inside his traitorous body. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest seeing Ford like this. Gently you brought your hands, that were rubbing his back and shoulders comfortingly, up to curl your fingers into his hair.

"Hey. Hey. Shhhhhh it's okay. You're okay.'

You shushed him, cooing gently at him and placing kisses to his hair as he shook like a leaf in your arms. With great care, you pulled his face from your neck to look at him. His eyes were bloodshot from crying and he wouldn't meet your gaze, looking guiltily away at the foliage next to your head. Tenderly, you pulled him towards you to press a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth. Hands caressing his cheekbones as you coaxed him to look at you.

You could see the guilt there, the shame that was written in them as he looked at you and you couldn't stand it so you brought him in for a kiss. He kissed you with fervor; slowly as he poured all of his love and his guilt into one passionate gesture. Praying that you would be able to forgive him for the great transgressions he had made against you and your bruised and battered body. That you would understand that he had no choice in the matter and that he would do anything to win back the trust that he had inevitably broken.

When he pulled back your eyes were soft, admirable in how they looked up at him. How could you look at him like that? Like he hung the stars in the sky even after he violated you; your trust. Greedily he leaned into your grasp, nuzzling the palm against his cheek . Your voice came out in a scratchy whisper against him.

"I'm okay. We're okay."

You said so little yet it was more than enough. Ford felt tears sting the edge of his eyelids as you smiled at him, warm and genuine. You were okay. You didn't hate him. You still loved him. Letting out a heavy sigh of relief he leaned down further and rested his forehead against yours, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

He only let go when you pushed at his shoulders, his weight becoming too much to bear on your tired body. Gingerly he pulled out of you, the two of you groaning at the loss. Ford watched enraptured, jaw slacked as a copious amount of his semen seeped out of your sex. Unconsciously he ran his fore and one of his middle fingers through it, gathering the viscous fluid in his digits and pushing it back into you.

The lewdness of it all and the implications of such and action brought the blood to simultaneously drain from your face and cause it to flush furiously. The concept of another round a frightening concept to your weary body. A small whimper seemed to release Ford from whatever sexual spell the pheromones pumping through his system had him in. He physically shook the thoughts of taking you again out of his head, mumbling out an apology before wiping his fingers off on his pants. The feeling now dull enough to resist as he tucked his oversensitive length back into his pants with a hiss; the fabric of his underwear feeling harsh against him.

His cock still somehow had the audacity to jump slightly in his pants as he stood, taking in the sight of you. You looked beyond wrecked; your face was still twinged feverish and your chest heaved with each breath you took, still trying to regulate from the strenuous activity. A chest that was fully uncovered in the golden light of the the evening, the sun not having fully sunk past the horizon.

Your shirt had been pushed all the way up past your sternum to fully expose your breasts, discarded bra trapped around your waist. There were hickies and bites everywhere; bruises blooming against the flesh of your neck and chest. Some were darker than others and some were clearly discernable as fingerprints. There were also the clear indications of where he had carelessly bit at you, the worst of it being at the hollow of your throat from where it met your collar just below your shoulder. The skin there shown a dark purple, almost black in certain spots, and right next to it an almost perfect indent of his teeth. He shuddered, a baser part of him extremely pleased at leaving you so disheveled. Male ego sated.

He tutted at the state of your jeans, denim hanging loose above your knees and in two different pieces. Everything ached as he knelt next to you, helping you sit up and righting your remaining clothing. Your panties were trashed, having been another casualty in the throes of passion and unhinged lust. Scanning the ground around the clearing he found your sweater that had been thoughtlessly tossed to the ground earlier and pulled it down over your head before you could start to shiver. He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead as he smoothed down your hair, brushing out the small pieces of foliage that clung to it and most likely checking for any signs of a concussion.

You hummed contentedly at the contact, enjoying being pampered so thoroughly while your brain was still a gooey pile of mush. With much care, Ford hauled you to your feet; where your poor sore legs wobbled and ultimately failed you, forcing you to look to Ford for aid. Tired brown eyes met yours as you smiled dopily at him, your hands finding his face again and kissing him leisurely. He took the time to hook an arm under yours to support you and sighed against your lips.

"Let's go home dear."

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Prompt 3 - Historical AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 3, word count 706

The carriage bumped and bounced along the road towards London. It was doing nothing to help Remus’s sore body. He’d used his last coin to hire this abysmal transport to get him home, too tired to walk the final few miles.

At some point, he must have dozed off. He woke sliding off the bench as the carriage came to a sudden halt. He pulled himself into a sitting position and spotted the line of trees on either side of the carriage through its windows. This wasn’t London. So why were they stopping? 

“Stand and deliver! Your money or your life!” A strong voice called out. He heard a thump and the sound of fleeing footsteps. 

A trickle of fear ran through Remus because, if he wasn’t very much mistaken, it sounded like his driver had just abandoned him to a highway robbery. 

He heard the crunch of sauntering boots approaching the carriage door. He didn’t have a gun or anything to protect himself with. He had no idea what he was going to do. 

The handle clicked down, and slowly, the door swung open to reveal a broad-shouldered man with long dark curls and high cheekbones. Half of his face was covered with a fine black scarf with two eyeholes cut out of it. He missed the words the man spoke as Remus found himself lost in the stormy grey eyes that stared down at him. 

S-s-sorry. What did you say?” He stammered when those wild eyes narrowed at him. 

“I told you to turn out your pockets, pretty boy.” The highwayman smirked at him. Remus swallowed but did as he was told.

He had a handkerchief, a tattered notebook and pencil, and a cloth with a wedge of cheese and half an apple wrapped tightly in it. The highwayman did not look impressed. 

“Purse,” He ordered. Remus held it out to him. The man snatched it and pulled the strings apart. He greedily looked inside. His brow furrowed, and he looked back up at Remus, confusion clouding his eyes. “Did you swallow it?” He asked. “Or have you hidden it elsewhere?” His eyes flicked down to Remus’s britches, implying heavily where he suspected Remus to have hidden his possessions. Remus shook his head. 

“No, I swear I used my last coin to hire this,” He gestured to the carriage. “I was heading home and couldn’t walk any further.” He met the highwayman’s eyes sadly. “Please, I don’t have anything. Believe me, I’d give it to you if I did, but I don’t. Unless you want my dinner?” He laughed weakly. He had no idea why he was making a joke in this situation, but something about the man made him. 

“Wait, that’s your dinner? In its entirety?” The highwayman asked. Remus shrugged. He’d had less. “Boots?” The highwayman tried instead. Remus held up his almost worn-through shoes. The leather was so thin in places you could almost see through it. The highwayman huffed and ran his fingers frustratedly through his hair. “Right, that’s it. You’re coming with me.” Remus paled. 

“I must warn you I won’t be worth much. I’m regularly ill, and my joints are almost constantly sore.” 

“That’s not what I meant.” The highwayman chuckled quietly. “We have plenty of food back at the camp, and I was inviting you to come and get something warm.”

“Oh,” Remus didn’t know what to say to that. So he just blinked, slightly overwhelmed. “I do need to be getting home.” He looked around. It couldn’t be that hard to drive one of these things. The highwayman seemed to sense what he was thinking. 

“I’m taking the horse and carriage.”

“In that case, I’d be honoured to accompany you for dinner.” He held out his hand, accepting his fate and going with it. “Remus,” He introduced himself. 

“Sirius,” The highwayman took his hand. He bent his head low and brushed his lips across Remus’s knuckles. Oh, Remus thought, his brain short-circuiting. Gently, he pulled Remus’s hand until Remus was on his feet. He followed him willingly into the forest. Leaving the rest of the robbers, whom he hadn’t even noticed while being enchanted by Sirius, to remove any signs that they’d been there at all.    

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Crumpets and Closet Kisses

Part 1

Part two of The Way the Stars Love the Heavens series.

Contains: Fluff, discussion of shit parents, slow burn unresolved feelings. Not beta read.

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Price has terrible timing.

The drabble light coming through the gaps in the drapes drew you from your slumber. There was something warm and breathing under you and you opened your eyes to find Simon asleep beneath you. You took a minute to look over his unobscured face, he had a light dusting of stubble covering his strong jaw, his cheekbones framed his now closed eyes, and his short hair was a wonderful honey brown.

You reached out on instinct, drawing your fingertips across the scar on the apple of his cheeks, then down and along the edge of his hard jaw, you stopped short of his plump lips, they like looked like he would taste like mint and bourbon. "You having fun love?" You yanked your hand back like you had been burned but he chuckled and grabbed it, placing it on his chest then his hand on top of yours. "Did you sleep well?"

You nodded. "I did. What about you?"

You felt his laugh move through your body, if he wasn't so warm, you could have been lying on a boulder. "With you as a weight blanket? Like a baby."

You laughed and went to get up but he wrapped his arms around you and held you to him. "I need to have a shower and brush my teeth, I'm a mess."

"Just five more minutes love, please." He couldn't admit to himself why he asked you to stay, but your body on his was the best thing he had felt in months.

You rested back down, placing your head over his heart as its steady thump filled your ear. "Ok."

His hand stroked your face and let his mind wander. For a moment, the morning light turned into dancing candles and he pondered the thought of brushing your hair as he sat behind you in the bath. His mind went further, taking him through the image until he arrived at what other things you might ask him to do with his hands. He blinked the fantasy away, suddenly aware of what reaction it was about to cause and cleared his throat.

"What are you gonna do when we got home?" It was an easy subject, one that had been brought up so many times that he knew your answer by heart, but he was reaching for any distraction he could find.

"Go to the London museum and look at all the old stuff, then get an overpriced burger at the restaurant." He sighed and thought back to when the 141 raided a terrorist stronghold and found cases of stolen artifacts from the destroyed museum, how you spend hours upon hours pouring over the plastic-protected yellowing paper that must have been thousands of years old.

Maybe that was when he first realised he loved you, when he found you crying at your desk in the corner over a love poem from a soldier to his beloved. He had asked you what was wrong, and you looked up at him with a sad smile and shook your head. "He never made it home to her, he opened his chest and out spilled all these beautiful words and instead of her getting her to read them, they were locked up, rotting in some terrorist's basement." 

So he pulled up a chair, sat next to you and asked you to read it to him and you did. He watched you as you read words from a language he had never heard of, let alone understood, and for the briefest of moments, he was that soldier, writing away in his tent, asking for his lover to give an offering for his safe return so that he may hold her in his arms once again.

Your grumbling stomach brought Ghost's attention back to the present and you reefed yourself from his embrace as you hid your embarrassment behind your hands. "Oh goodness, I'm sorry. I must look like hell." 

He wouldn't say that, the collared shirt you were wearing was wrinkled and your pencil skirt was rucked up just a little too high on your thighs but you still looked like a dream. "You don't know what hell looks like love." 

Your stomach grumbled again and Ghost chuckled, you could still feel it move the bed even though you weren't touching him and you were abruptly aware of how close you were and how large he was. He looked different without his mask, it was disarming how handsome he was and without all his gear, his tattoos stood out even more. 

He shook his head and held out his hand. "Come on, let's get you something to eat." 

You took his hand and he pulled you up and another flash of insecurity came over you. "I'm going go clean up first, I can't show up to breakfast looking like this. Everyone will think we...You know?" You blinked, that was not the right thing to say. "Not that I would be ashamed if we did." The poor man looked like he was about to have an aneurysm with how hard he was holding back his laughter as you waved at the door. "I'm going to go now." 

You spun on your heel and all but raced out, Ghost's voice stopping you as you threw open the door. "I'll save you a crumpet." 

To make matters worse, just as you turned down the hallway, König was there, a piece of toast held stock still on the way to his mouth as he watched you leave the room. Your eyes went wide and you rushed to explain yourself. "Nothing happened. I fell asleep at my desk last night and LT couldn't get into my room so he let my bunk with him." 

König blinked and took a bite out of his toast. "Ok then. Are you coming to breakfast?" 

You nodded. "I am. I'm just going to have a shower first." He smiled and you walked further down the hall. "Maybe don't say anything to the guys, I don't want them getting the wrong impression." 

The rumours about what he looked like under his hood were wrong because the smile he gave you made him look like a teddy bear. "Of course, I know when to keep a secret." 

You sighed as one thought filled your head. "Yeah right" 

****

It occurred to you how strange the morning was as the hot water ran over you. Your embrace with Simon was one of two lovers, but you weren't lovers, you were friends. Deep down, you knew the reason he asked you to stay, there were times when you went to look at him, and he was already looking at you, his eyes awash of emotions like he was lost in another world.

Your dreams the night before only worsened the situation, of gentle lips on your head and those three little words whispered so softly they sounded like a prayer to a long forgotten deity. For a moment, it felt so real that it may not have been a dream at all.

"You get your translation done?" Thank God for Gaz coming to knock you out of your thoughts, if there was any benefit to the small shared shower room, it was that there was never much time to dwell in silence.

"Almost. I think I'll be done by the end of the day." You climbed out when you heard Gaz's shower turned on and shouted over the rows of tiles and curtains. "I'll make sure there's still coffee in the pot when you come out."

He was already humming along to his little radio. "Thank y/n. you're an angel."

****

Ghost took his time picking out your breakfast, his plate already piled high and no one said anything about the second one of this tray, lest they catch a glare that would have frozen hell. 

He placed the plate next to him when he sat down, and the others shared a look as they waited for you to come out of the dorm area and into the common room. Soap cleared his throat when he saw you in the doorway and pointed to the spot next to Ghost. "Looks like your breakfast is already ready." 

You smiled and nodded before sitting down next to Ghost, his mask was pulled up just enough so he could eat as had positioned himself so he was slightly in your personal space. "Yes, it is. Thank you, Ghost." You looked over the plate, not only was there a crumpet with honey, but among other breakfast foods, he had picked you the best fruit bowl with hardly any melons and lots of strawberries. 

"Did you sleep well?" You looked at König, who gave you a look that told you your secret was still safe with him. 

"Yes Rudy, I did. Why do you ask?" You knew the answer, Rudy was your opposite door neighbour and your door made a squeaking sound that he wouldn't have heard last night. 

"I didn't hear you come in last night, I was worried you slept at your desk again." Oh shit. 

"What does he mean you fell sleep at your desk again?" You hadn't meant it to become a habit, but when Ghost was away on long ops, no one was nagging you to go to bed, so sometimes you overworked yourself and fell asleep at your desk. 

You rushed for an explanation, you really didn't want to be on the receiving end of one of Ghost's lectures. "It only happened twice. Like I keep saying, my main job here is to work on the old stuff you find, not enemy communications, and sometimes I get overwhelmed and overdo it. It won't happen again." 

You looked around the table, you wanted to crawl into a hole and die and everyone else was holding back laughter. Ghost didn't say anything but you could feel his eyes on you and you took a breath before pointing to your plate with your fork. "My fruit bowl is very nice, thank you for graabing it for me." 

Ghost looked you over and nodded and Soap let out a chuckle. "Gee I wished I had someone grabbing me the best fruit salad and making sure I went to bed on time." 

Alejandro kicked him under the table. "He's just looking after his friend Hermano. It must be hard being a civilian on such an elite base, not just a civilian but the only woman in our building." He paused and gave you a pointed look. "Why is that y/n? Why aren't you on the other side of the base bunking with the other women?" 

"My father, he was concerned that if I made too many friends I'd lose focus." You were shocked that in the months that the 141 had been working there alongside you, it had never come up. After the missile crisis, Price had worked his ass off to get the 141 back in the light, and with that came a mountain of bureaucracy.

"What does your father have to do with where you're working?" Gaz must not have read your personnel file. 

You took a deep breath and sighed. "My father's The Hammer." Ghost already knew, he had put it together after you had made one too many comments about familial expectations and how much you hated always having something to prove. 

Gaz's eyes went wide. "General Hammer Hardass is your father?" 

You nodded. "Yes." There was no point in lying, he would show up eventually, and it wasn't fair on them to be unprepared when he did. " After years of working my ass off in an unpaid internship at the London Museum, I had a job lined up in their authentications department. My father sent me here because it would have been an embarrassment for his only child to be doing something so useless."

The pressure was overwhelming sometimes, there were times when the only thing keeping you sane were the men at the table. "I went in to sign my contract, and he was there waiting for me. He told me if I didn't take the job here, he would make sure I never worked anywhere."

You could feel the anger rolling off Ghost as you continued. "He told me that if I did well here I could go back to the museum, but until then I'm not to make him look bad."

"Doesn't he tour all the bases once a year?" You knew Soap well enough to know what he was really asking, the thought of having your father meet the 141 was not a pleasant one.

"Yes he does, I can't imagine it's going to be fun when he lands." You could see it now, his empty tone telling you that you could be doing better.

"He'll want to give you the credit you deserve for all your hard work or he'll have a problem." The tone in Ghost's voice made your blood run cold.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket before you could address what he meant. "Speaking of, the next block of code's done. The translation should be almost finished now." You opened your mouth to say something but thought better of it, if you were wrong, it would only waste time.

"Say what you were going to say." Of course Ghost picked up on it, nothing ever got past him.

"It's not important, I could be wrong anyway." He gave you a look and you sighed. "Judging by the communication style, I think one of them is American military." You gestured towards your office. "I really need to get a start, I want to get it done before Price gets back this afternoon."

Ghost placed his hand on your forearm to stop you from getting up. "Stay, finish your breakfast here and tell us about this American theory of yours."

They all looked so expectant, there was no way you were getting out of this. "Alright, but it's not on me anymore if I'm wrong."

****

Talking with the team had done wonders and by the afternoon, you were done decoding back to the real work, cleaning a centuries-old urn so you could read the words underneath all the dirt. The supply closet door swung open just as you reached the top shelf to get the cottons rounds and a huge arm came into view as Ghost grabbed it for you.

"You did good today, we're already actioning that intel you gave us. You should be proud of yourself." He was so close to that you could feel the warmth coming off his like a space heater.

"Thank you, that means a lot coming from you." You took a deep breath, now was as good a time as any to address the elephant in the room. He didn't give you a chance because you found yourself against the shelves with his hands on you, and he was looking back and forth between your eyes and lips and you reached up to pull his mask above his lips as you leaned towards each other.

You jumped as the door swung open, and Ghost tensed like he was about to start a flight. When you looked over his shoulder, Captain Price was standing there with a slight smile on his face and his arms across over his chest. "Am I interrupting?"

You blinked and yanked Ghost's mask back down over his face. "No. The Lieutenant was just helping me get some cotton off the top shelf."

He looked to Ghost with an eyebrow raised. "Is that true Simon?"

Ghost gave a curt nod. "It is sir."

Price smiled and shook his head. "You kids really have to talk about this. I'll be in the briefing room, meet me there in ten."

He closed the door as he left and silence filled the small room, Ghost cleared his throat and reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "I think we should talk after the briefing."

You nodded. "Yeah, that would be good."

Part 3

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Chapter Head Art for Maybe Sprout Wings (Full set)

I have had just, So Much Fun working on these. This story really is built on such a great concept, and with such fantastic worldbuilding, and with action so thoroughly in tune with its themes that it really does reward digging into. @moorishflower's writing kills me in the best of ways (and in the sleep deprivation kind of ways but I have no regrets), and designing them was a great time. And on top of that, everyone here has been just, so lovely, so I'm very excited to post the full set of chapter head illustrations!

Stylistic consistency continues to elude me, but hopefully these look like a matched enough set regardless. Cursive titles are the chapter titles, block print is my own title for the illustration. Just for fun, and in tribute to the (probably truly unhinged) amount of time I spent thinking about Symbolism while making these, I'm including one selected Fun Fact relevant to my thoughts on some part of each of these at the bottom of this post in case that interests anyone!

Ch 1: Baobabs are some of the oldest living flowering plants on the planet and can live up to two millennia. I have a lot of feelings about the sheer volume of life these trees can contain (both spatially and in time) and what that means for how we look at them.

Ch 2: If Abel were looking to avoid anachronism, he could still absolutely have left out books that were machine-printed with moveable type, but they'd probably have to have been in Chinese or Korean, from somewhere that had already widely adopted the technology by the 14th century.

Ch 3: Homer's works contain what is believed to be the first written mention of apples in Ancient Greece. Its writing is about as many centuries removed from the events of the Odyssey as the events of this chapter are from the first recorded mention of apples in England.

Ch 4: An ink quill is definitely more aesthetic, but graphite had actually been discovered in England and pencils invented in the decades prior to Shakespeare's first writings. It's entirely possible he could've been jotting down quick notes with a pencil like any stagehand today.

Ch 5: Though Corinthian style architecture is named for the Greek city of Corinth, with which it's associated, its inventor Callimachus is actually thought to be Athenian. The spiny, curling acanthus leaves used in its motifs are generally associated with long life, immortality, and rebirth. Go figure.

Ch 6: Symbolically, clovers are a sign that others are thinking of you. They're associated with good fortune, and apparently also male energy, and seen as a sign of protection. Excellent Fiddler's Green groundcover here.

Ch 7: Three-masted, fully-rigged ships became common in Europe by the 16th or 17th centuries during the Age of Sail because the extra space for sails became more necessary with the increase in open-ocean voyages. Making them the go-to type of vessel for both trade and exploration.

Ch 8: The simple but effective design of drop spindles is largely unchanged from their first documented use in the first century CE. there's evidence of their use for spinning (making a single, stronger thread from many disparate fibers) dating back at least to the advent of agriculture, some 10,000 years ago. Definitely what I picture Clotho using.

Ch 9: The fractal, branching structures of roots, lightning, and Lichtenberg figures are all self-similar: you can get much closer and they'll still appear very similar or identical to the way they were at a distance.

Ch 10: The throne room scenes of Sandman were shot in Guildford Cathedral. The Dreaming's Castle was intentionally designed to be a mashup of a whole ton of architectural styles, but the facade and throne room definitely feel gothic or neo-gothic. It's been a classic for centuries and the gothic-style window is definitely the kind I picture Hob's room having, at least on days the castle's feeling a bit fancy.

Ch 11: The item at the front left there is a weaving shuttle. According to Artemidorus, while dreaming of most kinds of looms indicates that you should expect rest, dreaming of a warp-weighted loom -- the kind which was common in bronze-age Greece and enables multiple people to work together on the weaving -- indicates an upcoming journey.

Ch 12: I feel like I've already talked about the symbolism of this one elsewhere, so for this one, instead of a fact, a comment (that I found fun): The binding circle in this only shows up in areas covered by the puddle of the Dreaming Sea, the means by which the nature of the "gilded ring" was elucidated. :)

Ch 13: Greek ships often had eyes on their bow, which among other things, was intended to imbue them with some will and ability to avoid obstacles. The Argo famously had eyes and also some innate awareness/intelligence, and could actually speak to the crew.

Ch 14: While Calliope, muse of epic poetry and eloquence (and the one invoked at the beginning of the Odyssey) is associated with a book, scroll, or tablet, Erato, muse of romantic poetry and love stories, is depicted in crowns of rose and myrtle. My title for this one was very nearly just (Invocation pt. ii). Also, I have a headcanon that Dream has only seen very bad performances of the Odysseyif ( he's seen any at all) since antiquity. Any show that literally begins by calling his ex is something he's not gonna stay for unless he's really sure she won't actually show up.

Whew! thanks to anyone who actually read to the end of my rambling here! Clearly this whole story has been really, really fun to just turn over in my mind. Cool stuff just keeps falling out of it! Since I would literally be two photos under Tumblr's limit on this post otherwise, how about a couple bonus alternate versions at the end here? Because why not?? I added some red accents to a couple of these for fun, and though it doesn't fit the for the chapter headings, I do think it looks cool!

[crystallinedreamsfinelypowdered]

Death Note: The Golden Pen

Chapter 2: Golden Apples Don’t Fall Far.

Heya! Chapter two baby! I may have softened Near a bit, but he deserves it , poor boy- (I honestly thought he was way younger then 17 until recently)

L sits nervously on the couch. He can’t believe Watari approved this. He doesn’t want his Heirs anywhere near this case. He hears the elevator chime, and his heart rises and breaks all at once.

Into the room, three young men enter. The second tallest has dirty brown hair, with bright blue eyes. He seems to be wearing a biker jacket. Matt. “God, he’s grown so much” L thought. He had no idea how Watari had been able to find him, let alone make him come, but he had a feeling it had something to do with the figure standing next to him. The second young man was the tallest in the group, with blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Mello, it seems, was still having an emo phase. L hides a smile at Mello’s glare. Finally, next to him is the smallest figure…and his youngest heir. Near is holding a teddy bear, hiding a yawn. L smiles “Hello, you three…have you been informed about the case?”

Matt huffs “don’t need to be informed, all of us have seen the news. Quilish told us that if we didn’t come we’d lose our funding.”

L glares at Watari, who shrugs “I needed to get them here.”

Mello sighs, flopping onto a couch across from L as he munches his chocolate bar. “So…I assume we’re not working alone?” L nods , motioning for his heirs to join him. Matt sits by Mello, and Near surprisingly curls up by L. The detective nods “yes. We have a team with us, we’re called the Kira Task Force. You boys will be introduced tomorrow.” He looks at Watari “Watari, since you decided to bring them all here at Midnight, please find rooms for the boys. I want them well rested for tomorrow.” He fixes the man with a glare so cold that he rushes off to find boarding, as he’s not sure what L will do if he tells him no. L sighs “I am terribly sorry you’ve all been brought into this. I had hoped to keep you away from the mess.”

Mello huffs “it’s not that bad , old man. We all probably would have gotten involved anyways.” Matt sighs “honestly, I could probably be fine without Whammy House’s funding, I got my own place and such…but I think the funding pays Mello’s rent and of course, Near still lives at Whammy’s.” They all turn to the youngest heir..who’s since fallen back asleep. L huffs “I promise once this is all over, I’ll make sure you all have places to stay, with or without that money.” The older two smile, and chat with L until Watari finally returns

~timeskip provided by early 2000’s fanfic tropes~

The task force members sit in their meeting room in L’s tower, Matsuda looks over his notes, biting the edge of a pencil, leaning back so Mogi can read the notes. Shuichi flips through his phone, as Light walks in, the room goes a bit silent. Since Sochiro’s death, Light had been more cagey with the members. He sits next to Matsuda, eyes on the door.

A few minutes later, Watari enters, Followed by L and what Light assumes are his Heirs. ‘Aw, how cute,’ he smirks ‘they’re hiding behind him like he can protect them’

L coughs “everyone, these are my Heirs. I’ve know them since they were small, and trust them with my life,”

The tallest boy grins, tossing his hair back “hello. My name is Mello, and I’m very good at what I do-“ he jumps a little as Matt nudges him with a smirk “hiya, I’m Matt. I haven’t been in the field for awhile, so please give me some grace.” The smaller figure looks up from a figurine he’s playing with “I’m Near. This is my first case. I am ready to help.” He then moves to hide behind L.

The other task force members welcome them, Light smiles “lovely to have some fresh perspectives around here.”

In his head, he’s already planning ‘maybe I’ll kill the little one first…or make an accident where all three die..’

The meeting goes smoothly, all of them working on comparing notes. The boys chime in occasionally, but it’s Near who unsettles Light the Most. He seems to see through Light, and constantly asks questions about Kira’s powers “well, he’s definitely not a god…too caught up in petty mortal affairs.”

Light wants to strangle him.

Finally the meeting ends, and Light heads home, not saying anything to his mother or Sayu. Instead, he heads straight to his room, and looks at Ryuk. The Shinigami chuckles and hands him a gold, shiny looking pen. The thing is rather detailed, but shows minor signs of use “be careful who you use it on. I know you think ahead and all, but don’t focus on revenge, Light-o.”

Light chuckles “oh, I won’t…

The revenge comes later.”

[nickeverdeen]

(gender of the matchup doesn’t matter)

fandom: arcane, arrow, mcu

gender: diversnixic (they/she/he/static/dino)

orientation: biromantic (male lean but doesn’t matter much), asexual

zodiac :: sagittarius

MBTI :: INFP-T

looks :: shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, gray blue eyes, cozycore or black clothes, painted black nails

personality :: depends on my mood tbh, i can be bubbly and outgoing af, i can be calmer, quiet and slightly depressed sleepy, and i can be the most chaotic murderous person you’ll ever meet, but i’m usually the second option (calm, quiet, sleepy), i’m also kinda sensitive at times

likes :: fidgets, drawing, animals, true crime, snacks, comfy clothes, jewelry/shiny things, sleeping, bread, stuffed animals, reading, rainy days, blankets, glitter

dislikes :: homophobes, jerks, bullies, unfair exclusionists, being super cold/hot, being abandoned, spotify ads, my apple pencil dying at the most inconvenient times

hobbies/interests :: true crime, reading, writing, playing video games, scrolling through social media, collecting knives, collecting stuffed animals, watching tv, drawing/art

mental health :: i have depression, social anxiety/reg. anxiety, adhd, autism, alexithymia, and more.

physical health :: i have hypermobility and fibromyalgia/chronic pain.

Your Arcane match is…

Mel

Always fixing your clothes even when not needed

It’s just her bad habit

Thinks you have an interesting personality

Can be scary yet she loves it

Seeing how sleepy you are she’s concerned about your sleeping schedule

Mel can and will get you some fidgets and true crime tapes or books

She isn’t really into horror and crimes, but she doesn’t mind it

If anyone would make fun of you for having stuffed animals they’d greatly

Cuddles under blanket on rainy days while watching your or her favourite movie

No-one definetly dares to say crap about you

Buys you Spotify premium

She’s rich

She can afford it

Mel doesn’t look like it, but she knows about a lot of mental and physical health

Doesn’t give two quacks about your ADHD or autism, it really doesn’t bother her

Your Arrow match is…

Roy Harper

Flirts with you 24/7

Plays with your hair while cuddling together

Lets you take some of his clothes

(mainly hoodies)

Roy also has this two sided personality

No problem for him

Doesn’t really get why you like stuffed animals so much

But he doesn’t make a big deal out of it

Finds it badass that you like collecting knifes

He also likes true crime

It can be tapes, books, movies, serie, etc.

Bad day? Let’s watch a true crime document

Or let’s cuddle peacefully

Can and will throw hands if someone is disrespectful towards you

Roy doesn’t want to let these things slide

You guys gotta suffer Spotify adds together

He can’t afford premium

He knows exactly how to help you if anything gets wrong mentally or physically

Your MCU match is…

Bucky Barnes

Just like Roy he’d flirt with you most of the day or all day

Compliments your eyes a lot

He is always here to give you a shoulder to cry on

Or just to comfort you

Bucky would never think that you’re into true crimes things

Doesn’t mind it though

Like Roy again, gets you books or movies about it

You’re the only person who he lets call him “Buck” or by any pet name

Likes to call you “doll” or “baby”

Just like in Mel’s case, no-one dares to be disrespectul towards you

They know that they’d have a problem with Bucky

He has things for knifes

So when he found out you collect them he was smiling af

Bucky would never in his life abandon you

Man suffers from a lot of mental “issues” himself

Sam would probably get you both a therapist

Constant teasing about your relationship with Bucky from Sam

Bucky can and will kill and die for you

Protective boyfriend vibes

[wolfisland]

that ipad was the first time i ever had anything over any rich kid i went to school with. i was the only kid i knew with an ipad and it was the coolest fucking thing ever. i didnt give a shit about anyone else after that. i took it everywhere with me. drew constantly. read every day. devoured books and art and made friends i still have to this very day. people i talk to often, who i love dearly. i might actually still have it lying around somewhere in storage. a bulky, heavy, thick thing. with its yellowed plastic protective case and the shitty stylus i had to replace every few months because the tip would wear through because i drew so much and the apple pencil wouldnt be invented for years.

[gear-project]

First, thanks for all the question answers, it's very helpful for understanding where in-game information fails (I'm looking at you, glossary telling me to go look at Vastedge). Second, I know we have very limited information on this, but do you think Bedman may have ended up in the Boundary (Blazblue) when he deleted his ID? From what we hear in "The Circle" the description seems very similar to the Boundary or a Guilty Gear Boundary equivalent to me.

There's a lot of fundamental things you need to understand before you can compare the Boundary with the Backyard.

Still, if you manage to read and comprehend all that... what Bedman has experienced is a little more complicated than "going to some other dimension after he DIED".

Happy Chaos even suggested that Bedman is no longer human and has actually become a Demihuman. That in and of itself is even MORE complicated, especially given the application Demihumans now have to connecting to other dimensions.

Simply put, Demihumans appear to need to "down-convert" in order to exist in OUR world.

That's like trying to put an Apple through a Cheese Grater and expecting a simple result.

Just as Axl Low and I-No are "irregulars" that don't technically "belong" in this world, Demihumans are just as foreign according to the Backyard's definitions of them (though we don't know the full story behind how the Backyard's ID System works).

Now imagine someone who was once "human" somehow going through that crazy filter of a process? Like shoving a human body through a pencil sharpener or worse...

I honestly do NOT think that Bedman's situation is that simple, let alone that he would end up in a place remotely similar to the Boundary.

The "Circle" in Bedman's case is more closely similar to what Sol once described as an "Ouroboros Loop". A literal LOOP of space and time.

Any place in that space Bedman goes, and he ends up back where he started... that is the CIRCLE... like walking on a barren planet, and going nowhere. Doing something, doing anything, and getting zero results.

And yet SOMEHOW he managed to make a copy of his SOUL and put it in the Bedframe in order to protect his sister in THIS world, despite being trapped somewhere ELSE.

The guy's a genius, and that's saying it lightly.

[darklovecat]

My February Favorites!

Missha A'Pieu Juicy-Pang Color Lip Balm (RD02)

My lips are rather small and it does not help that I am anemic, so I rely on a lot of lip liners and lip balms to bring some color to my lips to make them look fuller and more beautiful. When I do my makeup, I always apply some color on my lips and cheeks to make me look more alive and energetic. This is the perfect tinted lip balm because it is very lightweight and provides your lips with enough moisture and hydration. The color is not too strong and it gives you that 'my lips but better' look, and makes them look super hydrated and well-circulated, I use it whenever I do my lazy girl makeup.

Missha Wanna Some Candy Tint Balm (Good Morning Apple)

This tint balm by Missha is heavily pigmented and you only really need a little product to apply on your lips. I like to put some on my finger and dab it on my lips after lining my lips and finishing it off with my Too Faced Lip Injection Hydrating & Plumping Lip Gloss. I also have the habit of applying excess lip products on my cheeks and in this case it works very well because this product is very long lasting. I am very happy with the recent purchases I have made from Missha and have already put in a few more orders. I can't wait to try out more of their products to see how they look on me.

The Body Shop Dark Cherry 018

This is the lip tint Emma Watson uses every day, I have to say that it has a very strong color and I prefer a natural look so I only need the tiniest bit to apply to my lips and cheeks. I own it in both pink hibiscus and dark cherry but the red one gives you that just bitten look that I love, it looks like your lips were freshly exfoliated and it makes your lips look nice and kissable. I think that a red lip color applied with a light hand looks a lot more harmonious and natural than a pink one on me so I use this one more often. I know this bottle will last me an eternity by how little I use with each application.

Yves Rocher Crayon Kohl Pencil (03 Brun)

I use this Kohl pencil to line my upper lid and to to draw a downward curve at the outer edge of my eye. I have very big eyes and I look more beautiful when I emphasize my upper lid because it gives my eyes a more intense look and it makes my lashline look a lot fuller than it is. My eyes are slightly downturned and I like to emphasize it by lining them to get these cute innocent Bambi eyes. Black tends to look a bit too harsh on my face, and I prefer a more natural look for my daily looks so I use a dark brown Kohl pencil and I make sure everything looks very subtle and natural by blending it out a little as needed.

Lancôme Hypnôse Volume-à-porter Mascara

I have extremely long lashes thanks to applying Latisse on my lashline every night for the past 2 years and usually a lash lift is more than enough but I can not always get those so using a heated eyelash curler and applying black mascara it is. My lashes grow downward so unless I don’t go in with a heated eyelash curler and apply some pressure, it looks like I have no lashes, so I curl my lashes and then apply this mascara, middle to end and then root to end with an emphasis on the middle part which I have figured suits me best. It looks nice, it does not clump and it does not smudge

Biore UV Aqua Rich Watery 50 g Sunscreen SPF 50 + / PA ++++

Oh god, I could talk about this product for hours. I have been using sunscreens everyday since I was 16 years old and found out that it’s the fountain of youth. This is hands down the best sunscreen I have used in my entire life. It makes every sunscreen under the sun look like a joke! No white cast, no oiliness, no pilling, no irritation, I do not look like a corpse, it has a high PA++++ rating and provides good protection, I am simply in love. Unfortunately nothing good comes that easy and I did have to purchase it from a seller (not original source) because it is impossible to find in my region but I’m planning on stocking these once I can get my hands on this amazing sunscreen and I definitely recommend it to everyone who is on the lookout for a good sunscreen.

MISSHA - Safe Block RX Cover Tone Up Sun

I thought I’d never touch a tinted sunscreen ever again after owning and being gifted multiple tinted sunscreens by La Roche Posay that made me look like Donald Trump. I hate La Roche Posay and I hate the fact that my country sells it at every pharmacy like it’s a holy grail when it’s not. Anyways, this sunscreen is perfect for me and it works for me and I love it, I have light skin and it makes my skin look perfect and evens out my skin tone, it provides medium coverage and as long as I take care of my skin there’s no need for me to use a concealer or foundation either. The one thing I will say is that it is my skin tends to dry out during the day so I apply a generous amount of primer before I apply this product.

Dove Original Anti-Perspirant Spray Deodorant

I borrowed this deodorant from my sister and really liked it, I did not really have the intention of buying one for myself but I was in line at our local drugstore and it was right in front of me on sale so I just bought it on a whim. It is still cold where I live so I am not supposed to sweat but I do because I wear thermal gear every single day and a thick coat on top of that so I have to rely on a good anti-perspirant to make sure I smell fresh on the daily. There's not much to say about Dove, it is a classic and it works. One spray under each arm and I am good to go and will not have to worry about any unpleasant smells for the rest of the day. I also use the Matcha green tea handcream from Dove for the softest hands and it smell amazing.

[lolly-pop456]

1. Steven Universe, Spy X Family, and that new sonic one that I can’t remember the name of lol

2. They’re purple and a bit taller than my usual ankle socks. They also have lil sushi’s on them too.

3. I adore smoothies of any kind

4. Depending on the occasion and season it’s usually a semi formal dress or a nicer shirt with dark pants.

5. Over medium

6. A group of bookmarks I’ve collected over the years. Rn I’m using a tarot card that just described the deck.

7. Black probably. It goes with lots of things.

8. Other than books and movies I like older hats. They look very cool and interesting to me and make fun decorations.

9. The ocean for both. Even though I never grew up by it I just find it very soothing to me for some reason.

10. Colors. They can represent more than what someone is telling me to think (aka lyric questions).

11. Glasses. Eyes are too sensitive for contacts.

12. That she’s big and not shy about it since she can’t help her weight for the most part.

13. Pencil. I’m a fast writer so I make a lot of mistakes usually.

14. My back porch or backyard in general. It doesn’t face anything but the trees so it feels very private and uniquely mine.

15. Only one since my wife and I are too forgetful to have more lol. And maybe? It’s technically my wife’s but she forgets about it all the time… poor lil cactus.

16. A very oversized dark grey one with a family friend’s tattoo company logo on it. I got it on sale as it was the last one and not selling well, I like it because it makes me feel small.

17. Like five books hahaha… all from different series that I have one or two of on my shelf already.

18. When they discovered Tenochtitlan. Experiencing the wonder they experienced while first seeing the city would be amazing.

19. I dressed up as a spunky dark fairy once and loved the hell out of it despite having to wear a winter coat.

20. Algebra.

21. Uhh.. I think it’s called Starry Night Over the Rhine? It’s by Van Gogh and basically like that famous stars one but a different perspective I guess.

22. Iced.

23. Love songs. Idk why they’re just the easiest for me to sing.

24. Perhaps too aggressive at times but I’d like to think so. I at least use my blinker.

25. Yep. I want lots more tattoos and my nipples pierced.

26. More so a cook than a baker though I guess I could bake if I focused more. Don’t really have a specialty unless making a family recipe is one lol.

27. Just one amethyst skull, it’s got some creamy white lines and it’s supposed to be a good stone for protection.

28. Oh yeah. I definitely do, been called a mermaid most of my life as a joke.

29. Nope.

30. Yeah. I hang my shirts to the far left, then pants, then like: seasonals and fancy stuff. Then hoodies and bras.

31. Nails, hair, hips I think.

32. One of those iridescent rainbow looks 😍.

33. Earbuds.

34. Easily.

35. When I was little my favorite was a pink dog with a heart nose named Valentine. He went EVERYWHERE with me but uhh… at some point I became convinced he was haunted by something. That’s a story for another time if anyone’s curious.

36. Air hockey.

37. As long as they’re respectful of my space and let me know if they’re behind me.

38. I really like classical piano pieces actually. They really soothe me and not many people would guess that about me probably.

39. Realizing I didn’t sleep until 7pm lmao.

40. Apple. They hold lots of fond childhood memories for me.

41. Black pepper and rose.

42. A few. I think my favorite is the pixel coloring one, since it lets you upload your own photos to draw.

43. On. Fear of the dark is really a bitch.

44. Put it in my Toothless piggy bank.

45. No hahaha. I wrote too hard and fast usually, and even if I slow down it looks like a young kids.

46. I think a band? That or a podcast.

47. When the weather is nice.

48. I mean… I prefer plastic over porcelain but that’s about it.

49. Read a good book.

50. The air is cold but not freezing, indirect air is being pushed in from the ac with a slight hum. Silky sheets and pillow cases with a light fuzzy blanket that’s big enough to keep me underneath despite me tossing and turning. Also a body pillow with a stuffed animal to cuddle.

50 Questions Just Because

What are three shows in your watchlist that you’ve been meaning to get to?

Describe your favorite pair of socks

Do you like smoothies?

What do you wear when you have to dress nicely?

How do you like your eggs?

What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book?

What color dominates your closet?

Do you collect anything? If so, what?

What sounds or scents calm you down?

What’s your favorite kind of uquiz question? (Lyric, color, aesthetic, etc)

Do you wear glasses or contacts?

What’s something about your best friend that you love?

Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil?

What are some places where you feel most at home?

Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names?

Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique?

What’s the last thing you ordered online?

What’s one historical event that you would have liked to have witnessed?

What’s your favorite Halloween costume from when you were a kid?

What kind of math are you best at?

What’s your favorite period in art history, your favorite famous work and/or your favorite style of art? If you don’t know any that’s ok!

Iced or hot drinks?

Which songs do you like to sing in the shower?

Are you a good driver?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Are there any that you want?

Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties?

Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them!

Can you swim very well? Do you like swimming?

Did you play with Legos as a kid? What was your favorite set?

Is your closet organized? If so, how?

What’s the last music video you watched?

If you could dye your hair any color, regardless of how you think it would look, what color would you choose?

Headphones or earbuds?

Can you read analog clocks?

Describe your favorite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid.

What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at?

Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking?

What’s one show you watch or musician you listen to that your friends know nothing about?

What was the best part of your day today?

What’s your favorite kind of tree?

What scent is your deodorant?

Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favorite?

Do you shower with the lights on or off?

What do you do with spare change?

Do you have good handwriting?

What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked?

Do you like to go on walks?

Do you have a favorite plate or bowl?

What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

Describe your perfect sleeping conditions

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[shopatwhitneyscloset]

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[darnellclayton]

I Finally Found A Worthy iPad Pro 13 Case That Loves My Magic Keyboard!

This just arrived today courtesy of Amazon (a few days earlier than expected), and thus far, I am grateful for this iPad Pro 13 case by Matekxy (do not ask me how to pronounce this). I previously ordered one from CoverBuddy but returned it due to its awful condition (weak magnets, did not allow charging via Magic Keyboard, etcetera). It also protects my Apple Pencil Pro, which is awesome!…

[atplblog]

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