#the board is too small to have all the words out so im missing some very basic ones and it's frustrating

[unnonexistence]

messing around with magnet words again

[blkkizzat]

thinking of sucking honey off satorus long juicy d!ck

lmfaoaoaoa that was not what i was expecting coming to check my inbox but im already on demon time so lfg!!

so i headcanon that gojo loves lovingly picking at you, his lil wifey, like the man will just say the most out of pocket crazy ass never-been-touched-degen-ass-shit just to get a reaction from you or sneak up on you just to scare you so he can grope you lmfao. he especially loves doing this shit out of the blue when you are preoccupied with something else. he loves how your cheeks puff out and your face warms as you fluster and hit him as you shoo him off every time.

its one of the cornerstones of your relationship and he's been doing it for years. so he doesn't expect you ever to get desensitized to it enough to return his energy.

thats where he fucked up.

the next time he tries to fluster his cute lil wifey is when you are in the kitchen preparing a nice charcuterie board to take over to Utahime's soon cause all the girls were getting together to binge watch Love Is Blind.

Sneaking up behind you, Gojo wraps his strong muscular arms around you giving you a sloppy wet kiss on the neck before a firm pinch on your ass cheek as he reaches over you to steal some meat and cheese off your tray. "S'TORU!!!" You were so focused on making the presentation of your tray perfect you nearly jump out of your skin flinging the honey you were spooning into a small jar all over Gojo—all over Gojo's dick, to be clear.

the crotch of his pants now soiled with a large sticky glob of honey. not missing an opportunity to tease you Gojo pulls down his blindfold looking at you with his panty-dropping-pussy-dripping-inducing smolder.

"this honey ain't gonna suck itself off sugar lips, come lick this Bit-O-Dick baby."

"bet."

"huh?"

Gojo looks shocked and his blindfold falls down completely as you untie your apron, casting it aside.

"—babe!"

you don't respond with words only your hands when you force him back until his legs hit a kitchen table chair and you push him down to sit.

"good boy."

manspread, Gojo is clearly nervous, practically trembling in anticipation now. It was a joke! Sweating bullets and hands shaking Gojo mind is racing not actually thinking you would fulfill one of his life long fantasies of having your pretty mouth suck his dick off through his shorts. what is going on!?

nestling between his powerful thighs you look up at him with your bright doe eyes you innocently wet your lips. he had the perfect view of your cleavage, seeing just a sliver of your pebbled peaks when the front of your dress dipped lower. your soft hands snake up his leg to squeeze his inner thighs and spread them even wider almost to an uncomfortable stretch as the bulge under his pants visibly throbs through the material.

oh my god, you're actually gonna do this for him!

you haven't even touched his dick yet and its twitching like crazy.

"you ready, daddy?"

"i-i—er—yuhh..."

gojo can barely form words and they fumble out of him from him being embarrassingly hard. you'd see a patch of pre stain his pants if it wasn't for all the honey on his crotch. gojo's whole body is vibrating as he too eager for you to finally do something this fucking lewd for him. your mouth sensually opens to hover over his clothed cock. he can feel your moist breath puff over his length and its near unbearable. tongue extending out as you hover directly over him, gojo with his astute six eyes doesn't miss the small drops of saliva that bead on your sinful lil tongue, rolling down the tip to fall directly on his—

"—OOOH FUHHHHHHCK!!"

warmth spread over gojo's lap and you recoil back startled.

gojo literally came in his pants.

head tilted back his hips spasm up as he lets out a long shakey breath.

"whelp! i guess that's that then."

you hop up, dusting yourself off.

"—waiiiit huh!? babe!"

"nuh-uh toru i agreed to clean off the honey, that was my bad—you nutting yourself? that's your foul...although i have to be honest, i thought the peek you got of my tits would have done it, who would have thought it would have just been my tongue? you're a lil fuckin pervert, you know that babe?"

gojo looks more confused and forlorn as you return to finish packing up your charcuterie board.

"doesn't feel good to be teased now does it, baby? now that's really gonna stain if you don't go clean yourself up soon—sticky dick."

you laugh as you gather up your tray and head out.

leaving gojo to brood in your wake.

oh it was on now.

this was not supposed to turn into this lmfao. it just came out. lmfao also Bit-O-Honey is those old honey candies your granny always had in her purse. i had gojo say Bit-O-dick cause he sick like that fjehkfjhkfj.

gojo a menace. lock him up so i can finish these other fics lmfao. im not doing a pt2 to this lmfaooo it gotta end here plz—just imagine him tying you up and beating your doonies down when u get home as payback 😭

[prettygirl-gabi]

Round two

Rating: Mature

Warning: oral (f reseving) drunk but not so drunk sex, unprotected sex, creampies, smutty- fluff (at the end), breeding, hair pulling,LET ME KNOW WHAT IVE MISSED!!

Category:F/M

Fandom: ATEEZ (boyband)

Relationships: !Idol-boyfriend Mingi x black intended!f non-idol reader

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you grab his hand before he can board the plane “ promise me you won’t forget about us” he squeezes your hand “of course i won’t forget, how could you even say something like that” you look up at him “i’ll be 7,000 miles away” he gives you a kiss on the hand “and 7,000 miles doesn’t mean a damn thing when you have love like ours." This was said when the two of tou first met, but now you have a shared home.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

“what are you thinking about” mingi is resting his head on your stomach looking up at you, you smile at him “nothing, just thinking about us”.

he sits up to give you a kiss “i love you so much baby” you give him a kiss back “and i love you t-“ you're interrupted by his phone ringing.

he gives you an apologetic smile “just one minute baby i’ll be right back” you playfully frown “we said no phones this weekend, just because you’re an idol doesn’t me you can break our rules”.

he gives you a tap on the thigh “and just because you’re my baby doesn’t mean you can be bossy, we both know i’m the boss hmm?”

you roll my eyes then mock him “yeah, We BoTh KNow iM tHe BoSS” he gives you a pointed look “i’m just kidding”.

he smirks “yeah and i’m just gonna edge you for the rest of the night” you sit back against the headboard with a frown “that’s not funny” he looks at his phone “i wasn’t joking baby please continue if you wanna find out, i’ll be back”.

before you can get another word out he steps out the room, you pull your phone out and scroll through tiktok.

about 10 minutes later he comes back into the room “oh don’t worry baby it’ll just be one minute, one minute my ass mingi” he sighs “i’m sorry baby, i was speaking with management about the music bank…they’re moving our time up”.

before you can say anything else “don’t look at me like that we’re still gonna have our week together, i promise” he pulls me into a kiss.

you give him a small smile “ok, well since i have you back what do you want to do”.

he plops down on the bed with a sigh “i would LOVE to have my head buried between your thighs but i’ll settle for netflix if i have to”.

“ugh, i don’t wanna watch netflix they barely have any good shows or movies” he snaps his fingers “how about we play twister” you giggle thinking that he’s joking “wait, you’re being serious” he nods his head.

“you get the game set and i’ll get the snacks” you squeal and jump out the bed to get the game set from the linen closet. by the time you get to the living room mingi’s setting out the drinks and food “baaabe” he smiles at me “what?" "Can we make twister romantic too”. "Yeah, sure but looser does what winner wants for two weeks."

You gasp, "but that's not fair you got tour in like a week". Mingi booped your nose "it's all good, just remember I'm the boss." You poke your lip out for a second before getting serious again "Seriously Gi, fine I guess that's fine."

After turning on your shared Spotify Playlist and getting into even more "comfortable" clothes. "Wow, baby can I just eat you up instead" Mingi winked as he pulled you close by your hips. "Hmm, nope you can prepare yourself for this ass whoopin'." You felt a sting to your ass when you walk to your side of the mat. "Yeah nah."

As the evening pass you both decide to turn up the heat by making a few rounds of the game strip twister, by the time the 6th bottle of  soju was a quarter from being empty the room was full of giggles you both only in boxers and a pair of lace panties that some how matched. "Mimi I'm gonna kick your ass." You say just before your bum takes a hit to the floor due to Mingi using his free hand to tickle the back of your thigh with.

"Ha I won, because I'm.. I'm the boss." You fold your arms and pout as you stay on your back "No more like you cheated." Mingi just shook his head and laid his body on yours with his head on your lower abdomen region. "Mmm sure but you still fell off the mat baby, so I win and now I must do as I please with you."

You may have been drunk but you knew, you had known since the third round with you had to slip your bra off and you noticed Mingi's cock getting hard in his pants, but that did do justice to how wet your panties were since you witnessed his take his sweatpants off with one hand to keep his balance.

He turned his head from the side and proped himself on his hands and knees gently locking his fingers with the sides of your panties, only to pull them and let go. "Hey, don't rip these like the last pair." You call out to him as he took the time to lower his head just in front of your clothed pussy and blowing cold air to the wet spot. "Mmm fuck baby so wet just like me." He kissed the spot for taking his tongue and licking you through your panties. You let out a needy moan "i need you Mingi," you mumbled through the moan.

He let out the most cockiest smirk and use his teeth to pull your panties off of course with the help of your raising your hips. He came up with your hands hands on his face as he buried his head in the crook of your neck leaving wet kissed and hickies all over your skin. "Shh, I know baby," he mumbled into your skin.

You let out more moans as your raise you now fully free pussy onto Mingi's fully hard cock. "Mmm baby, please, can't wait." You mumbled one more time."

You let out a loud gasp and Mingi decided to return back to your pussy and eat you like tou were his last meal. His tongue some how always found new places inside of you to explore. You gripped his freshly dyed and cut oreo styled hair as he rubbed his nose deeper into your clit. "Mmm baby..baby m'gonna cum on you tongue." You mewl out in an euphoric moan. Mingi hummed into your pussy as he pushed his tongue deeper deciding lst minute to use his fingers causing you to arch your back as you released in his mouth and leaving him to lap all of your juices hungrily.

Mingi let out a fit of moans and groans as he came up to kiss you letting you take your self from his tongue. He kissed one last time before using one of his hands to steady cock into you with his head resting now in the crook of your neck. Once he was fully buried deep inside of your pussy he came up your face and kissed you messily and yet gently. You let out a few small whines leaves from the back of throat. "Fuck baby, Mingi m'so full. You're making me feel so full." You whine out more as you tangle your fingers inthe nap of his neck where the ends of his oreo hair cut stops.

"Yeah baby and you're taking my cock so well, m'gonna miss this when I go on tour. Gonna miss how good I make you feel around my cock." He said in between grunts as he starts to rock his hips faster into your pussy. "Mmm baby wanna ride you, please...please let me." You asked as you bit your lip whole clenching around Mingi's cock.

With all his strength he flipped the both of you over you now on top and him still buried deep inside you.  With the now torn twister paper under him. You let out a gasp feeling his cock go even deeper than before. "Oh..mmm ride me good baby, c'mon I know you can." Mingi says and he thrusts his hips into yours. You rock your hips and a fast and steady pace feeling your clit hit the hair on his happy trail. "Mmm s'big Ming, s'good.... you makin me feel so good." With this reassurance Mingi wrapped his arms around your waist pulling forward into his chest and taking one of his hands and tangling his fingers into your fresh but not so fresh box braids and gently tugging causing you to let out a long moan.

"Mmm such a good slut taking my cock the way that just drives us both crazy, but I need you to cum for me as hard as you can on my cock baby; then make me cum, yeah." He said as he pistol his hips into you more faster hitting your g-spot every single thrusts. "Oh..oh fuck Mingi..Mingi m'gonna cum for you.. mmm gonna let you fill me with your babies." You say as you clench around his cock each time your hips meet.

He hold you as close as the two of you can get while being so close to your orgasm. "Yeah gonna make you a momma, and keeping fucking you till we can't make anymore, now cum with me baby..cum for me my love. Give me another one yeah" Mingi said as you shook with pleasure as you both rode out your highs with Mingi's cum still shooting into you. "Oh, baby-" "shhh, baby just relax for me" Mingi cut you off as he staying in you. You shiver from pleasure and being slightly cold. "Think you can stand long enough for me to get off the floor so we can take a bath." You nod your head as he helped you stand only for him to pick you up bridal style.

"I'm serious about making you a momma, Y/n, and making you Mrs. Song Y/n. So what I want as my prize is to fuck you til the day I leave for tour, and foe you to take as many test while I'm gone." He whispered in your ear befor kissed the side of you head. All you could do was blush. "Deal, baby I'll take it." You kissed his jaw and leaned to his ear. "Round two right here, right now."

[yawn-junn]

★Unlikely Couple - Sohee★

★Special thanks to: @/drippymap

★Note: writing  this in advanced so don't be confused by the date lmfao also thank you for requesting I hope you enjoy I was waiting for someone to request for him-

★Taglist: @eumppappasgrippers

★Words: 795

★TW: I might refer to reader as a girl : cliché love story : cringe : like 1(one) curse word :

8-20/27-23

©Yawnzzznnn don't steal or copy my work

Unlikely couple is what everyone calls you and Sohee rightfully so. You two had met when you were the new kid in school, no friends since you had just moved to Korea everyone kinda ignored you having there own clicks, everyone except one(1) person and that person being Lee Sohee.

He saw you sitting at your desk playing with whatever eraser dust that was sitting there all alone, he walked up to you and introduced himself encouraging you to do the same, all throughout the week he'd come up and try to incage in a conversation with you, even tho you don't say much

"good morning y/n!" He said as he skipped over to your desk "why do you have so much energy at 6 in the morning" you mumbled causing Sohee to tilt his head to the side A small pout rested on his lips "because someone has to put a good mood in the classroom before hell starts" he said a smile growing back on his face you nodded your head slightly to tired to respond properly "are you sleepy? Did you go to bed late again" he asked crouching so he came face to face with you

"Yeah I did" you said quietly burying your head in your arms you heard Sohee let out a small groan before he grabbed your arms and lifted you off the desk causing you to look up at him with wide eyes "your gonna hurt your back sleeping like that" he said before taking your seat and putting you on his lap "Sohee were in school we can't do this" you whisper yelled trying to get up

"I don't care the teacher isn't here so it's fine now take your nap" he said guiding your head in the crook of his neck, you sighed in defeat knowing he isn't going to give up that easy so instead of arguing you opted for taking a nap. Sohee rubbed your back and slightly swayed you while humming a random song he heard on the way to school an hour or so later the teacher came in "Yn" Sohee shook you "wake up the teachers here" he said in your ear

You whined and snuggled closer to him "Lee Sohee" the teacher called out "may I ask what you and l/n y/n are doing?" The teacher said in a stern tone "oh she was tired so I let her take a nap Im trying to wake her up" he said as he patted your back the teacher nodded "hurry up we don't have all day" the teacher said before turning to face to board

Sohee sighed before shaking you again "Yn" he said again, he sat back before a thought came to mind "Mr." Sohee called out the teacher turned around "may I take Yn to the nurses she didn't sleep last night" he explained hoping to sway the teacher. The teacher sighed before speaking "fine but next time make sure they sleep" the teacher said after the confirmation Sohee stood up holding you from under your thighs and carried you to the nurses

Once he got there he explained what the situation was luckily she accepted and let Sohee put you on the bed, hesitantly Sohee left back to class the nurse assured to watch after you. You woke up around an hour later "good morning Mr/Ms. L/n" the nurse said, she let you wake up fully before you left the nurses the bell rang signaling your next class

"Sohee!" You semi yelled out seeing him Infront of the classroom "what are you doing" you asked once you got face to face with him "well I was waiting for you I wasn't sure when you'd wake up so I decided to stand Infront of the door before every class" he explained kicking some of the dirt from the floor, your cheeks flushed as your heart rate picked up "oh-" was all you said

"Come on, before we miss class" he said grabbing your hand and leading you in. The rest of the day was boring and pretty Usual Sohee speaking up in class when you got too nervous and you napping on your desk during the last class and when you got home Sohee ordered food for the two of you before y'all spent the rest of the day watching movies.

[sinning-23]

Publicity Pt.3

SOOO WE GET SOME TENSION THIS CHAPTER AND Y/n and 2d get a lil FREAKAYYYYY

Warnings: this one gets a lil freaky guys, will they won’t they, dry humping, language, reader isn't confident, tw for low self esteem reader

Word count: a bunch lol

Enjoy~

Link to Publicity Introduction

Link to Publicity Pt.1

Link to Publicity Pt.2

Link to Publicity Pt.4!! UP NOW!

When the offer of help arrose form 2D's lips you were only a pinch hesitant. But hey, unpacking together couldn't be so bad! You're first to crack open the suitcase, a few items spilling out the side.

Whatttt? You can't help being a chronic overpacker.

The first to come out are your pants, shorts, and skirts. Next a couple shirts and tops. The dark-eyed male beside you hesitates to pop open the second suitcase but soon follows your lead, taking things out and pacing them on the bed before you.

Its quiet, only because you can hear Murdoc's voice in your cranium.

"Warming 'er up just to shag huh?"

God the thought of that....didn't really bother you in a bad way. If anything your mind had flooded with imaginary images of the lead singer covered over you, hazy lust-filled gaze drinking you up.

You hadn't forgotten how hot his face had been at the statement and he didn't deny it either, especially since you happened to be yelling at Murdoc.

You glance up at him, his face beet red again, but only because he'd managed to get the suitcase with panties in it.

Jussst perfect.

"AH- Sorry sorry we can switch! You gasp, tugging the soft, frilly, fabric pair away from his sight.

"'M sorry," He apologizes, shuffling to the opposite side here you had originally been.

"What for? You've made this a very comfortable and calming experience for me so, thank you." You hum with a gentle smile

"If anything I should be apologizing to you."

2D shakes his head in response, gently folding your shirts. He's not very good at it but it's the effort and thought counts.

Again with the fuckin silence.

You sigh, setting some clothes out for you to change into, a question popping into your head.

"Beach still on the table? I haven't been to Santa Monica in ages." You grin, leaning forward and catching his eye.

He smiles back, shoving his hands in his pockets.

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The sun is still high, warming the two of you as you walk through the crowded California streets. The two of you sport a nice shady pair of sunglasses to somewhat hide your faces and atop 2D's head, a hat to sort of cover that pretty blue hair.

Your heart warms, the feeling of home filling you with content. Its comfortable with 2D. He doesn't pry...or make you feel like an object (like Murdoc).

The conversation ebbs and flows as you walk the pier, the Ferris Wheel catching your eye.

"My dad-"

"My dad-"

You giggle, the both of you speaking at the same time. You gesture for him to speak but he's far more interested in what you have to say...a reoccurring theme.

"Uh, my dad used to take me here sometimes. He said that if I work too hard I'd forget to enjoy the small pleasures life had to offer," You explain, gazing up at the giant wheel, part of you wishing to board it for a spin.

"My dad owned a lil fair. I used to run those for 'im when I was younger. Never really did like the Ferris Wheel." He admits, gazing down at you, but you miss it, too busy staring at the ride you'd spent so many summers on.

"Not a fan of funfairs?" You question, seeing him shrug.

"Eh, growin' up around 'em sort of made the spledor of it all less excitin': He admits, still watching you.

"I get it. It's like, I don't know, having too much of something and then not enjoying it as much cause you have it all the time?" You compare, stopping to lean against the wooden pillars to overlook the ocean.

The sun was setting fast. How long had you two been here just yapping away? He does the same, the space between you not nearly as big as you thought it'd be. Again, he look just as pretty as he did in the car when you were driving fro the airport.

"2D-"

"Stuart. You can call me Stu, love." He corrects, your lip tucking between your teeth as you swallow and nod, testing the name, letting it roll off your tongue.

Fuck this was awfully intimate-

"Thanks for this... And offering to practice in the studio later. It means more than you'll ever know." You hum, taking his hand in yours with gratitude.

His face flushes as he nods, the sunset illuminated your faces in a warm orange as the wave crash against the pier. You're hands are still intertwined, his being colder than yours surprisingly. They fit so perfectly together and you cant help how your hear flutters.

"When you came to my room the other night," He begins, your chest squeezing again, brain short circuiting with the image of him shirtless and leaning against the doorway.

"Y-yeah?" You huff, slowly letting his hand go, his grip only tightening, eyes laser focused on you.

"What did you need?" He questions, the waves crashing down again, the sunset light soon replaced with that of the Ferris Wheel illuminated with a soft pink.

Thinking back on it, you didn't REALLY need pajamas. You could've just made due with the robe and left him alone....but you didn't. You sought him out in hopes he'd be awake despite the awkward altercation prior.

You wanted to see him..hear him...even if it was for something as simple as to borrow a shirt.

But that was inappropriate, that feeling in your stomach. This was supposed to be a quick trip for you collab. Get it over with and go back to being a fuckin loser in your far too expensive flat in New York.

You were fine disappearing for years...not like anyone really cared about the music anyway. You kept yourself close and that's it. The need for anyone else was overruled by a sense of impending doom and self sufficient independence.

Any hookup was simply there for the title of 'Sleeping with a celebrity'. But this....whatever you were feeling for him, that little twist in your gut....

What did you need?

"You..." You begin, forcing the rest of the sentence out even though you wanted nothing more than to leave it as that.

"You were the only one awake., haha. I uh, I was gonna ask for pajamas." You slide your hand away from his, immediately missing the shared warmth.

He falters, lips pressed into a thin line. You'd be better off leaving it at that.

"A-Ah okay. Well, now you have your luggage and uh...thats all solved."

A silence falls over the conversation, the waves much quieter now.

"'S late, we should head back." He states, leading the way through the crowd.

Damn it

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The car ride home was awkward enough, and when you arrived at the house he opened your door and then the front one before completely disappearing upstairs. You curse yourself, knowing that deep down it was your fault if he felt a way. Had you lead him on? No no no...well?

You sigh, plopping onto the couch.

"Whoa, you okay? You guys disappeared for a while we were starting to get worried." Russel starts, sitting beside you as you take a breath and let you head roll against the couch cushion.

"Yeah yeah fine I just..." If you didn't get these feelings out or at least tell someone yo were gonna explode.

"Russel can I tell you something? And I need some honest advice." You begin, turning to face the white eyes male.

He shrugs, giving you full attention.

Damn saying it out loud was a lot harder than beginning to accept the feeling yourself. Saying it out loud was like ACTUALLY admitting and accepting it for all that it was.

"I-I think...fuck I think I'm catching feelings for Stu." You sigh, dragging your hands down your face.

Russel’s eyes widen.

"I haven't even been here for a day and I'm attached! It's so stupid like i just want...i want....him. Its so unprofessional and i cant tell him because, well what if its awkward after?!" You're rambling on and on, eyes watering as you try to explain yourself.

He sits and listens, only nodding in between sentences. When you finish, he waits a moment, glancing up at the stairway then to you.

"Time waits for no one, if you feeling like D should know, and you're ready to accept his feelings, unrequited or not, do it." You pause, standing from the couch with a nod.

This whole thing was stupid. You shuffle to your room, picking out your pajamas before heading to the bathroom down the hall from you room. All you can do is think, peeling your clothes away as the pier interaction plays out in your head.

He looked like he was waiting for something...for you to say the one thing he needed and you didn't. The way his eyes softened and glossed when the word "You"left your lips.

The hot water runs down your shoulders and back, the steam digging the mirror as you sigh in relief. God you needed this after the fiasco that was today and yesterday. Soap suds cover the washcloth and the hold water releases your tension

“Warmin’ her up jus’ to shag huh?”

The thought shoots straight to your core.

Fuck. Ok calm down.

This was just a simple moment of weakness. Thinking about him with his teeth in your neck was NOT healthy.

….

Or thinking about his hands would feel gripping your waist, pulling you against him. To feel him.

Would he call you ‘love’ like how he did before? Or ‘miss’ like he was awaiting your touch, pleading for it. Would he hold your thighs, kissing his way up, obsidian orbs gazing upwards.

“Y/n”

You can hear it clear as day. Pleading and warm, seeping with desire.

“Y/n…”

The tap at the door shocks you out of your stupor.

“U-Uh yeah! Sorry almost done!” You swallow, hearing Stu on the other side.

“Right! Sorry love, uh…if you’d like we can work on some vocals together. Jus’ come up t’ my room. Murdoc don’t like the studio being used late…unless it’s him of course.” He scoffs at the end your heart dropping to your stomach.

H-His room?! At night?! Shit maybe Murdoc was right??? How could you refuse an offer like that, working on one of your favorite things while being with someone you’d grown to like.

“Totally! Thanks! I’ll be out soon.” You call out, panicking as you thoroughly scrub every crease and crevice, suddenly feeling the need to shave.

You lotion your body, silky soft as you toss your flesh pajamas on. With lyric book in hand you trek up the stairs, 2D’s door glowing like a beakon of hope, drawing you in. Taking a deep breath, you use you knuckle to tap against the door.

Deja vu much?

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Hours go by when you're doing something you love. And right now you're sitting, scribbling lyrics and verses into your sketchbook while 2D does the same, sometimes letting his written words roll off his tongue so melodically.

You don't trust your voice though, only humming to yourself or talking in your head. There's music in the background, songs that stemmed from your conversation at the beginning.

"We need something cunty." You explain, pacing back and forth as 2D raises a brow.

"Pardon?" He yelps, your statement coming out more agressive and and with further explanation.

"No, no listen! The girls want sexy dancing slow jam party music? We gotta try and have the perfect balance of all of that. Think uhhh early 2000's-ish? I don't know Nelly Furtado? Nine Inch Nails?"

His face is blooming with red as he nods with furrowed brow.

SO, here you were, with the sounds of Brittney Spears, Rihanna, and Pussycat Dolls filling the owls room as you worked.

"Ok ok here's a lil something I got so far! Think this would sound good with some drums like uhhh damn it." You snap your fingers, trying to remember.

"Paper soldier! Ever heard paper soldier?" You gasp, finding the perfect example of the sound you wanted.

Pressing play you guage his reaction as you. He's focuses, listening to everything the sign has to offer.

"You get the idea right? Its like, slow but kinda hot sounding? I don't know." You sigh, rubbing your temples.

"No No i get it! We want something like that for the collab righ'? This is more your caliber though, " He admits, running a hand through his hair, his shirt lifting a bit when he did.

"Oh here's another one!" You think, switching the song and keeping eye contact with him once it starts.

However, you immediately look away when the first verse hits.

I wanna fuck you slow with the light on

"OKAYYY lets just skip this part haha! What I wanted you to hear was uh... the uh..." You fumbling with he phone now, his pitch black orbs trained on you, face flush as your chest rise and falls at a quickened pace.

You said you're going through a phase, keeping your heart safe

Your bodies are closer now, your once criss crossed postilion on his bed changing to where you're seated on your knees, his legs on either side of you. Your palm presses against the mattress as he leans forward, one slow an testy hand crawling its way up the small of your back.

I can't lose you babe, I can't lose you babe

"This is the part I was talking about...the...the instrumental." You're breathless, your faces somehow closer than you remembered.

Your heart races as your lips chase his, mouths finally working in unison. He's got you by the base of your neck, your body crawling forward as your combined tangle of limbs finally fold into a comfortable position with you straddling his waist, one of his hands on your hip as he pulls you forward.

A gasp pulls from your throat and that's where he moves his attention too. Hot, searing kisses trail down your neck.

"Is this okay? Am I makin' you feel good love?" He asks, your mind so fogged up all you can do it nod and cling to his shirt with every slight upward roll of his hips.

It's almost too much, the fabric keeping you from feeling him completely. But damn it if you can't feel that fuckin monster in his sweatpants.

He rolls up again, your forehead falling onto his shoulder.

"D, please. I...fuck." You huff, grinding down onto him again as he whines in your ear.

It’s much deeper than you had previously imagined, a pleasant surprise really. Still attached to your neck, you can feel him suction onto you, his fingers sliding up your shirt to cup your chest.

He’s definitely not inexperienced that’s for sure, because he’s got his hands and thumbs moving in nice little circles, giving each of your boobs an equal about of attention. Sure enough the shirt lifts and he grinds up into you again, his lips capturing the sounds that leave your own.

“That’s it, look at how pretty you are love?” He smiles, turning your head so you can look at the thin mirror planted against his wall. You get the perfect view of yourself and the hickeys forming over your skin.

Though,

The longer you stare…the worse you feel. The image of your body in the mirror making you cringe. The curves and crevices. The blemished and birthmarks. You swallow hard, tearing your gaze away.

You came here to write a song and now you were fucking it up again. He probably thinks youre trying to use him for sex....was he doint the same???

With a heavy sigh you squeeze your eyes shut and guide his wrists away.

“I-I’m sorry. You invited me here to help me practice and write and I’m not… we shouldn’t.” You swallow, seeing his face falter.

Damn it breaks your heart

Had he done something wrong? Were you regretting what had happened so far. You’re already gathering your things faster than he can stop you and ask what was wrong.

You did this earlier too.

Was he pursuing something unattainable? Was he not being forewarned enough? No that’s not it, inviting someone to your room this late at night was definitely forward.

“S’alrigh’, I understand.” He hums. Shifting a bit so you’re bodies are no longer intertwined.

There you are, disheveled and trying to carry to much at once. He hesitated to touch you at first but then lifts the spaghetti strap of your take top right over your shoulder, taking caution to not touch your skin.

“Thank you. I hope we can come up with something by tomorrow. Goodnight.” You state, eyes hazy with tears as you avoid his gaze.

He only nods, opening his door for you. There’s a hesitant and awkward air as you shuffle out. There trek down the stairs is far from comfortable as your fight the urge to look back at him.

You know he’s standing in the doorway, probably fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

Upon entering your room and resting your head against the pillow, sleep doesn’t come easy.

It takes longer this time but you can faintly hear 2D's door close.

A/N: Ouhhhh a little angsty this partttt. I'm glad you guys are enjoying and next chapterrr lets see what happens when rehearsals take a turn for the final time. Murdoc ain't too happy ab you and the lead singer, despite there...not being anything happening ahahahah right?!

[verynastyspoon]

Scout x Fem!reader pt.1

Summary: You meet a nice guy at the bar, lets see how far things go

Word count: 729

Warnings:This is my first scout fic! Sfw for now later will have smut.(scout has W rizz)

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You wanted to stay home after a long day of work, work is tough and anytime you get off you wanna spend sleeping. You work at Squeaky Clean! which is a house cleaning service. When you’re not getting yelled at by your boss for god knows what, the old man you clean for is always too touchy. He is always coming up behind you and rubbing the small of your back and just over all being creepy. There’s nothing you can even do about it since he’s your highest paying customer. So you wanna stay home and hate your life like you’ve done everyday for the past year. But then your friend came over.

You’ve been complaining about being single for the longest time and she’s sick of it so she wants you to go to the bar to at least talk to some men. You tell her over and over again that you don’t wanna go but she eventually talks you into it.

You two get to the bar, sit down and get (drink of your choice) and she gets a margarita. The bar was dimly lit, with a few pool tables and a dart board. You sit at a booth for a while, listening to your friend ramble on and on about her boyfriend, only half listening until you see some guy standing a few feet over. He’s about 6 foot, brown hair peeking out of his black hat, and god he’s hot. He’s standing by the bar table drinking some scotch. You stare at him in awe for a while till your friend notices.

“I see you staring at him, go talk to him!”

“I uh-“ she pushes you over to him. You stand there for a few moments, trying to muster up the courage to say something. You take a deep breath and finally tap on his shoulder.

“Huh,” at first he was kinda annoyed not wanting to be bothered, but then he sees a beautiful young lady and immediately tries to act cool “oh hey.” He leans over trying to rest on a pillar but completely misses, but catches himself last second. You try not to laugh but can’t help yourself.

He’s embarrassed, blushing slightly but tries to play it off “So, uh.. what’s a pretty lady like you doing here?”

“My friend dragged me here.” You pointed over your shoulder at her. She’s sitting, already pretty drunk and is talking to some boys

“Yeah, I get it. I’m just here because we won our match. I’m trying to have a good night but these bozos over here are kinda ruining it” he points over his shoulder to a group of men laughing and fighting, causing a scene over something stupid. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n.” You smile and he smiles right back.

“Cool, im Scout.” He puts a hand out and you shake it.

“That’s an odd name..”

“Well that’s just what my friends call me, my real name ‘s Jeremy”

“Okay, Scout.”

You guys talk for a while and he actually have a lot in common, but then he starts throwing out cheesy pick up lines.

“Is your name Wifi? Because I’m feeling a connection!”

You burst into laughter “Oh my god I love cheesy pick up lines!”

“That’s great I have so many more!” He smiles brightly, showing his big teeth “Kids must have hated playing hide-n-seek with you when you were little…because girls like you are hard to find!”

“Pffff, ok-okay I have one. Uhm, do you drink Pepsi? Because you’re soda-licious!”

Now you’re both laughing.

“Y/n you’re hilarious!” he says between breaths.

“Thanks you’re not too bad yourself.” You both finally calm down and smile at each other. Starting into each others eyes..

“Hey y/n let’s go!” your friend yells, ruining the moment

You sigh “Sorry I gotta go.”

“Wait! I got one more line, I lost my phone number can I have yours?” he extends his phone out

You giggle and put your number in “Bye, call me!” you say as you walk out.

“I will.” he puts the phone to his chest and smiles.

[vxiphoid]

៚ BREAK ALL RULES !!⟢

❨ skateboarding with ruggie ❩ omg an actual fic😧😧!!! oh look its those two best friends that clearly have feelings for each other but wont admit it… KISS ALREADY. i need to start writing for more characters, i love savanaclaw too much😞 ooc ruggie (just to be sure), mentions of injuries, cursing, extremely bad explaining for skateboard tricks goodbye, not proof read, other than that tooth rotting fluff<3

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♫ take me to the sun - d4vd & who - 웨터 (wetter)

“OH FUCK—“

“ruggie!? ruggie, are you okay?!” the camera immediately dropped as you slid down the ramp to assist your friend, landing in this crooked position with both of you somehow in the frame. ruggie was curled up on the pavement when you knelt down beside him, worry splashed on your face. it wasn't until you were kneeling by him did the faux hurt disappear from his face.

“i think i fell for you.”

then he shot you a cheeky little wink. you stared blankly at the man sprawled in front of you. ruggie had to purse his lips to stop himself from laughing, your expression was priceless. you looked like you'd just been scolded for some sort of transgression—y’know, before you finally realized he was teasing you, which prompted to you start attacking him with everything you could muster. “you absolute asshole! i thought you actually hurt yourself!”

ruggie, on the other hand, balled himself up and protected his head with his arms as he cackled. “ow, fuck— don’t hit me, i’m already injured!” he wheezed between chuckles. your punches got lighter and lighter till they were nothing but little pats on his shoulder and ribs as his contagious laughter effected you. and eventually the two of you collapsed into hysterical giggles, covered in dirt and scratches but happy none the less.

“you done watching that video? it’s your turn, you know!”

ruggie’s voice snapped you back to reality, the video playing from your phone quickly forgotten as quick as it stole your attention. it was supposed to be a simple video of ruggie doing an ollie since he was so adamant about actually having it down this time yet… he turned it into a corny pick up line after brutally falling on his face. you’re totally posting this on magicam.

you placed your phone down besides you, sliding down the small ramp for the umpteenth time tonight. “yeah, yeah, im coming!” ruggie chose the perfect night to practice skateboarding for the moon was at its fullest and the stars were all out, lighting the whole area with twinkling luminescence. it really made things look ethereal, especially in contrast with the street lamps nearby.

ruggie had found this skateboard a month back and there was this run down skatepark near the school so you both decided, hey, why not give some tricks a try. all the bruises and cuts definitely made your teachers and some students concerned but at least you were improving every now and again. it didn’t take long for ruggie to get the hang of it, at least sort of. there was this one trick you saw online that completely peaked your interest and in attempt of trying it, you ended up with a bloody nose. nothing was going to stop you from mastering this trick though, and if that meant getting bruised up more then so be it.

ruggie was squinting at his hand as you approached him, “i think i did actually cut my thumb when i fell, though.”

you rocked back and forth with your hands deep in your (rather, his) puffy jacket like the biggest shit you could be. “unfortunately for you, were all out of hello kitty bandaids.” he snorted at your words, turning around to face you properly. small scratches littered his face along with brightly colored bandages in different shapes and his smile wasnt as bright as his ocean blue eyes. he nudges the board towards your feet, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater before offering his hand. “ready?”

ruggie didnt miss how careful you were taking his hand and the slight squeeze you added when you stepped onto the board. your other hand flew to steady yourself as you put your other foot on the board. you glanced up to see him biting his bottom lip as his eyes trained on your shoes for any sign of unsteadiness or discomfort—like you might topple over if he weren’t looking. his concern brought a faint warmth to your heart as his gaze flickered to meet you, he was being so gentle with you. his hand loosened slightly on yours but you held on tight enough so he couldn’t pull away. “you good?” he asked with furrowed brows as his gaze lingered on your face. “don’t want you fallin’ off—“

“no.” you interrupted, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “i’m ready.”

for extra measurements as ruggie let go of your hand, his fingertips hovered over yours to make sure you weren’t going to fall, his hands quickly missing the warmth.

you started off slowly, gliding across the ground gently. ruggie followed suit closely behind, watching carefully to ensure no accidents happen. the wind blew past your faces, tickling your cheeks as you gradually picked up speed. he watched you smile to yourself, the glint of pride in your eyes.

it was only after you’d kicked off the ramp did he feel it—the familiar tug of your magic. the wind was working with you, your legs lifting off of the floor as you went higher. your back foot going under the board and flipping it back around, letting out a whoop that ruggie was sure he hadn’t heard from you before. his mouth opened wider than ever at your display—the wind was pushing you faster than he’d seen you move before. you seemed to glide across the concrete, never once breaking your stride. though when you landed, albeit a little off balanced, your eyes lit up like you had one the biggest teddy bear from a rigged claw machine. your face was glowing too, almost glowing like it could reflect your joy. your giggle rang through the chilly night air like music to his ears, and as soon as the feeling passed he felt it return tenfold. you were so fucking adorable. “did you see that?!”

ruggie braced himself for impact as you ran towards him with your arms outstretched, jumping and tackling him to the ground in one swift motion. the momentum caused the both of you to tumble onto your backs, your bodies pressed together tightly. his breath knocked from his lungs yet nothing stopped him from laughing along with you.

he pushes you away, scanning your face. “you’re okay, right? no scratches?” he reached up to cup one side of your face, gently wiping away a tear from your eye that rolled down to your nose. you were such an emotional little thing, it was absolutely endearing and god, he loved seeing you like this.

“of course i am! who cares?” you exclaim, knowing by heart that ruggie would catch you if you lost control of the skateboard mid-air. he always did.

your noses were brushing up against each other as you spoke, his eyes flicking down for a moment before darting back up. your lips were inches apart and if his heart was beating loud enough for the both of you to hear, it surely must have been so damn loud, you couldn’t miss the flutter of his breath against your face.

“i do.”

and maybe it was his tone, maybe it was the way he was staring at you in that way he was—so intent and full of emotion. you swallowed the lump in your throat; maybe it had something to do with the way he was gripping both sides of your face. maybe it was the warmness of his hands on either side of yours—you didn’t know and you didn’t particularly care. the urge to press your lips against his became too strong.

but he did. he leaned closer and closed his eyes, and suddenly you could hear the loud beating of your hearts, deafening even, as his lips brushed against yours for mere millimeters, yet your entire body froze in place. his touch was light at first, a feather light kiss that sent shivers down your spine. but before you knew it you had threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss in hopes of convincing yourself that you weren’t dreaming. you weren’t. it felt just as amazing as you dreamed of, warm and comforting as you melted into his embrace while pressing deeper into the kiss with passion.

ruggie pulled back with a breathless laugh, resting his forehead against yours in awe. a grin stretched across his face, his eyes still closed and a dazed look plastered across his features. he could see why everyone always said that love makes fools of us all, because he was absolutely sure he looked like a total buffoon.

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[gowonders]

spell it out. ♥ c.sb

notes: HEYYY YALL .. funny seeing you.. erm!!! i know i said i was gonna quit and that writing was inconvenient as hell?? that was a lie.. girl that shit pulled me back like a MAGNET. so ohhh nooo the bitch is back😱😱 anyways this is for @nightlyawnzz event :3 gotta at least do that, hope you all enjoy this !! it’s really short.. but i do hope you’ll enjoy regardless??

warnings: not proofread, english isn’t my first language, fem reader, food is mentioned through pretty much all of this.., soobin is said to be taller than reader, AND soobin in cringy as hell with his flirting im so so sorry, reader is kinda ditzy.. lmk if i missed any ~

“choi soobin i swear to god if you throw that at me, i am going to scream so loud.” you say quietly, backing away from the taller boy with a big spoon of flour in his grasp, a dumb grin on his face. “whaaaat?” he asks, taunting you by pretending to start an attack of flour… but he never fully commits.

“besides, this flour is too expensive, and you’re.. uhhhh…” soobin stalls, eyes darting all over you. he couldn’t really commit to flirting, either.

the thing is, he invited you over for two reasons. fo make cookies, (yay!) and to at least try and flirt with you enough to have you thinking. but so far? he was actually cringing on the inside at the thought of.. well.. being more intimate than usual.

“soobinnnn?” you call out in a singsong tone, waving your hands infront of his face. he snaps out of his trance, and he nods coyly with a smile. “u-uh, what i meant to say was, the flour is too expensive and you’re too scared to get messy.” he didn’t want to say that. he wanted to say that you’re to pretty to get all ruined by some flour, but as soon as the words leave his mouth, his cheeks glow red. what if you thought there was some.. secret meaning behind that whole thing???

but you didn’t. you just let out a quiet “oooooohhhhhhh.” and go back to preparing the dough, just mixing the dough with a spatula a little more before a small chuckle leaves you. “can i get a baking sheet, soobin?” you ask, tilting your head to look at the boy. “uhhhh, yeah!” he says, hand moving to the small of your back, guiding you to the cabinet he keeps them in— which goes unnoticed by you. of course.

“that one right there, ynie.” he says, moving back to the counter he was leaning on, almost analyzing the way you grab the tray, and roll balls of dough to put onto it. maybe it was just so he could think. about anything. because he really didn’t know what to do. you seemed so.. oblivious! not even seemed, hell, you were!

he had no idea how to approach flirting as is, so when youre literally repellent to his advances.. it definitely makes the whole thing a little harder. more like alot harder.

“hey, the cookies are done, and i made the icing.. do you wanna decorate them..?” soobin asks from the kitchen, looking almost defeated. but a small smile is brought to his face when you jump from his couch to walk to the kitchen. you were so.. cute. but he just found that so hard to say.

he hands you a few little bowls of icing and puts some sprinkles near you and sighs out. rolling his eyes. he can’t really focus , and the night definitely wasn’t going as planned. you weren’t picking up on any of his hints, and all of his hints just.. were not enough. there was really only one last way to do this. being the most obvious, bold and out there guy he can be. because his flirting game is straight ass.

soobin nods his head in your direction, smiling at the cookie you had been working on. “that’s cute.” he mutters out, spreading icing onto his own cookie. what he was about to say was going to kill him mentally.. but it was the only way he could think of to try and get you on board with the flirting thing he’s been trying all night.

“that cookies cute, just like you..” he says under his breath, putting some sprinkles on the iced cookie. “hm? what was that?” you ask, putting your treat down as you look at your friend.

oh. he really couldn’t take it anymore. he had taken multiple swipes that were somewhat hidden, and he was fed up with trying to get you to understand his sly advances. it was now or never.

“yn. i’m being so for real when i say this, you’re like the prettiest girl i know, and i know i don’t ever say it but that’s because i can’t? and every time i do try and hint how much i like you, you’re too oblivious to see anything! and it’s so hard to call you what you are, when you make me so flustered all the time, okay?! i- i think.. no! i like you!” soobin spits, rocking on his feet as he rambles.

“oh!” is all you have to say for a second. he was right. you really had no idea he had been hitting on you for a bit, you just thought he was being extra nice.

“so.. you’re saying you wanna be with me? like. couple?” you ask, taking a bite of your cookie. “yes, yn! do i need to spell it out for you?!” soobin asks in a raised tone, crossing his arms.

“yeah you do. i’m stupid.” you mumble. “not stupid enough to reject my crush though.” you say with nonchalance, holding out the cookie you just took a bite of. “you want some? it tastes good!” like nothing even happened.

“uhhhh.. w-what about something more than cookies?? like a kiss?” soobin says as a last attempt at flirting.

at least he won you over.

[quietbluejay]

Angel Exterminatus Take 2 #12

a shaking hand emerges from the grave...to post.

this time: not much really happens I guess, Kroeger kills people for not being able to defy the laws of reality, Perturabo dramatically rides on top of a tank, and Lucius bathwater gets mentioned

Fulgrim is also completely healed it's been 10 days, btw so, it's a crone world fulgrim and perturabo argue a bit over whether or not the iron HANDS are still hanging around, fulgrim is fairly dismissive

it's a song of lament and also warning Fulgrim is reminded of Murder so looks like for once SOMEONE (Eidolon) actually did his job and told him all the details

Perturabo: how is it not being dragged in??? how are we not being dragged in vohra: well you see, they say lileath blessed the world- perturabo: that's not an answer also, interestingly enough, the planet is a perfect sphere which is impossible for a normal planet

so that's where they're going to break in also Perturabo's been able to tell that Vohra's been lying to them the whole conversation about a bunch of things, but he doesn't call him on it

something is wrong with perturabo so i should probably cut him some slack due to the brain fog but also lol

Fulgrim doesn't want what's underneath to be damaged Perturabo: lol don't worry

so they bombard, and then they make landfall

forrix doesn't like the ultramarines huh also imagine my sadness when i found out that popinjays actually referred to parrots and not bluejays

Forrix yells at his subordinates because they're going so slowly

mcneill's a big fan of this kind of imagery when it comes to chaos, huh

forrix isn't a fan also he feels like he's being watched he takes a look at the dead city they're going to invade

over to Falk and THE SKULL is still following him everywhere Falk: im not seeing this the voice in his head: lmao denial, how original everywhere he looks, THE SKULL is there

TemplarWarden: The rock will not stand? What are they, dwarves? Were the Iron Warriors the space dwarves all along and we just missed it?

Kroeger is also not having a good time

it's time to go yell at the Mechanicum or well

by yell i mean "kill"

channeling pulp fiction there

the poor techpriest tells him that the problem is physics is wonky Kroeger shoots him in the head

TemplarWarden: Truly the way to solve problems, by not solving and pretending they don't exist by getting rid of the people solving them. Kroeger is a politician. Bluejay: how dare you insult my son in this way

yeah they did all this to break into an abandoned city well i'd be eating my words if it was actually surprise necrons so you know what, fair enough

perturabo and mortarion both, huh (re theatrics)

perturabo's pretty heavy, huh im joking, all the iron circle are also on board too and lots of guns

the EC are also here, Perturabo thinks derogatorily also the bagpipers (the adjective skirling was used again) yeah. the place is empty

pixelated hair im sorry my first thought is nyan cat fulgrim

"why must you spoil this moment" because it's what perturabo does it's who he is as a person fulgrim: yeah i did think it was probably empty perturabo: then why… fulgrim: it might not have been! also i dunno, i thought it'd give you some enrichment because you like building fortresses

dumbass TemplarWarden: Strange, he's utterly uncautious for someone who's convinced he about to be in incredible damger. Bluejay: he doesn't have any plan at all he's just like i know he's going to betray me, somehow but until then i'll just keep doing what he asks me to do

anyways perturabo finds the whole place to be quite pretty

nom nom nom Perturabo also feels like he's being watched time to get off the car and investigate things

if you're thinking, "hey could those stones possible be…" you would be correct

gee i wonder what these could be...

the iron warriors are going to once again fortify an area so they left the bulk of their forces behind and are going in they being Fulgrim, Perturabo, and a small group now over to Lucius POV he's just having a time sightseeing and also cracking his whip yes he has a whip now yes it's made from cephalopod flesh

Checkerheart: squip

Lucius does a little dance with his swords imitating the poses of the statues etc much to everyone's admiration

oh yeah remember the I Can't Believe He's Allowed To Do That couple of Emperor's Children? one of them died vs the iron hands the other has been following Lucius around RIP Ruen

lucius: ew neediness is gross which also answered a question i had on the topic of lucius characterization Ruen wants to know if he learned anything Lucius: just that eldar sword forms aren't for me

TemplarWarden: Truly the parasocial relationships between a streamer and their slavish fans. Bluejay: Lucius bathwater...

Lucius takes a cheap shot at Ruen's dead boyfriend and then decides to actually be nice and explain things

space marines are simply too muscular

next time: drugs!

[flower-me-not]

My first D&D experience… a new player rises from the dead.

So yesterday was my first time playing D&D with me and my friends. And for context, we have no idea what we are doing, so our DM “helped us” (Literally made it for us) our character sheet, bless his heart. 

To give you a rundown, I am a Tabaxi named Luuna Koneko. I'm also a Bard. She is 15 years old. My highest stat is charisma with a +3, and my lowest stat is wisdom with a -1. In other words, I am an illiterate country bumpkin with rizz. Luuna is also 3'6"

Then we have my friend, who is a 13 yr old warlock goblin named Gorbo (Pronounce Johnathan) whose highest stat is constitution and charisma at a solid +2 and his lowest stat being dexterity and wisdom at 0.  Gorbo is also 2'4".

Both of us are given 10 gold each. This is important, remember this. 

The story starts with Luuna being kicked out of my third inn after being a freeloader. Thats when Gorbo, the little guy he is, waddles over to see the commotion as I try to persuade him to lower my debt of 20 silver. Which ends so bad, That I almost get thrown out for the second time. 

So needless to say, I did not successfully persuade, but the innkeeper did tell me that I could take a quest from the board. Which is where I swiftly take the goblin kid, Gorbo with me. He chooses the quest for me, since I can’t read, and we go off. The quest is to exterminate bats and rats. Easy enough, I'm a cat, I eat these little shits for breakfast. 

As we go, Luuna is talking to Gorbo, who seems just as dumb as her since when Luuna asked why he let himself get kidnapped by me, Gorbo responded with “Cuz I can.”

So we arrive at the inn, and talk to the innkeeper, he tells us that they are in the basement and attic, I push Gorbo into the basement, thinking that the rats are in the attic, the innkeeper tells me Im stupid and the rats are in the basement. 

I kick this goblin awake, and make my way to the wine. I steal the wine, hiding the bottles behind my back with my tail. So I managed to steal it without getting caught. Thats when the first fight happens. A giant rat and his two normal rats. I attack the Giant rat, leaving it hurt, the rat then attacks Gorbo, but does minimal damage. The Giant rat then attacks me, leaving me heavily wounded (near death experience), and in need of healing. So I heal myself. Then Gorbo, summons the power of his god and anime and kamehameha’s him to the next fucking afterlife.

Luuna, who was shit talking this Goblin, saves her.

They talk to the innkeeper, with Luuna taking what was left of the rat corpse and eats them on the floor, the inn keeper then tells her to take it outside.  Gorbo taking 10 silver and meeting outside. It's almost midnight. We go back inside to finish the job, and the innkeeper lets us say the night for free, if we finish the quest in the morning. We happily agree, once we subtle in the room, I try to make small talk with this goblin. As we chat I take ou the wine I stole and drink half of it. Passing out. 

The goblin cleans up after me and also goes to sleep. I wake up, feeling hungover just a bit. We then talk to the Innkeeper and he suggested we eat, I hand Gorbo some of my rations, a thank you for him saving me. We then go to the attic to exterminate the bats and start to attack, I kill one of the bats with my crossbow, and try to aim for the giant bat that Gorbo already did great damage too. I almost hit him (the giant bat), but missed my hair. 

I then choose to get behind Gorbo, and the bat attacks me, knocking me out, and leaving me almost dead. The goblin then congures the sun and eradicates all life, minus me. I spring back, the light trying to guide me. I heal myself and Gorbo. We leave quickly after that, since we are ashamed of almost dying to rodents. But due to me almost dying twice and using all my energy, I passed out in the middle of the road. 

End epilogue (Ig idk.)

TLTR: Stupid cat kidnaps Goblin child, the cat then almost dies twice and gets shitfaced drunk.

[luvly-writer]

"But Oh..Cara Mia"

Ch. 8: Are we making progress?

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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader

Warnings: None

Status: Ongoing

Author's note: I AM BACK! So my absence has an explanation. First, uni is tough and I bearly had time, but we made it! YAY! Second isss that I know what I wanted to write but didn't know how to put it into words. Which was tough AF. Like I know the next plot point that is coming but didn't know how to like get to it LMAO. In my mind, I connected it like "DUH IT GOES AFTER THIS" but when it came to actually writing it I was like "HELP" BUT IT HAPPENED AND SINCE WE DID IT HERE YOU GO! CH. 8 AND 9. HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY AND REMEMBER FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS LOVED AND ACCEPTED DOVES!

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If we could use a person to describe the words relentless and determined, Damian Wayne would come to mind. This boy was focused, and all of his family noticed. First, was Tim. He had been down at the cave the entire day and noticed that Damian would only obligate bring Dick to the cave and ask him to spar whenever Yn was in her lab. He would go a little rougher, making sure Dick would have to speak to her in order to get his sore muscles checked out. Then it was Duke. Seeing as most of his suit was getting fixed by Yn to get used to his powers better, he would see how Damian would rip small parts of Dick's suit to obligate him to go and ask Yn to get it fixed. Then it was the girls. They had noticed that Yn began to receive random flowers every once in a while going by the name of a secret admirer. They had seen Damian pay the man that brought them when they were coming back from lunch. This resulted in Dick being truly observant of Yn's reactions to them and trying to indirectly know more of this "secret admirer" of hers. Finally, it was Jason and Bruce. They would see some of their shirts and hoodies missing and later find them in Yn's room or her wearing them with the smell of an unknown perfume. After further investigation, Bruce found Damian had bought a men's perfume and only used it to spray those items. Damian was setting Dick up by using his flirtations and his jealousy against him. His plan was that if he could layer that up enough, Dick would understand that something was different and would realize his sentiments for Yn. And yet...it didn't work.

"He is setting him up for failure my GOD JAJAJA!" Laughed out Stephanie. Yn had gone out to get some food for everyone and Dick had gone away to attend a call. The rest were lounging at the Batcave. They had decided that they would try to investigate Riddler's next move together and the best place for that was the cave. The conversation had shifted from the case to Damian's mission when Jason brought it up. They were dying of laughter at his plan and asked about how it was going. "Terrible. Grayson remains oblivious to the world inside him and Yn is more confused than ever whenever he mixes his flirtations with passive-aggressive accusations and inquiries. It only makes them bicker even more." Damian huffs out as he cleans his knives and swords. He was bitter that it wasn't working out. The rest laughed in amusement. "Damian, this is a war that has been going on for YEARS. Jealousy is a feeling that they have grown so accustomed to when it comes to the other that it's almost second nature. You aren't changing anything." Barbara laughed making the rest snicker, even Bruce was sending amused looks their way. As a result, Damian did something they NEVER thought he would do. "Well then, would any of you care to help me out?" He asked. Damian Wayne asked for help and everyone was stunned. They all exchanged glances and dwelled on the question. Too many years have passed. "Why the fuck not! Im in" said Jason, wanting to see where this went. And so everyone was on board. Alfred and Bruce exchanged worried glances. Yn and Dick were not easy to trifle with. There were never two people more destined to be with one another, that was true, but heavens they were NOT easy to work with. When Yn had come back, she looked around and sensed something was different with them, almost suspicious, yet she didn't pay mind. They are a bunch of weirdos so she shouldn't be surprised at this point.

The following weeks were rather strange, she noticed. Dick was a little bit squirmish and when asked, he would avoid the topic. You had decided to ignore him, thinking he was just in one of his Dick moments. Instead, you had focused on the rest, but even they were weird. Whenever Dick would come near you, any of the girls would throw comments such as, "Oh shit, you guys would make a good couple, guess social media’s right" or "my word, both of you act like a married couple" or even, "you knoooooow, seeing you guys now, if you two ever had kids, they would be good looking as hell with your combined genes" and even go to the point of, "both of you emit such high sexual tension! get a room!" These would leave you both blushing and unable to look each other in the eye. They would be said with teasing smiles and curious looks, observing both of you precisely. Barbara would give you a knowing look whenever they came from her. The boys had taken to flirting with Yn jokingly whenever Dick was around. Jason's compliments normally came with a fondness for his older sister, ranging from how she looked today to saying that ANY man would be lucky (stares at Dick who is side-eyeing him real hard). Tim would compliment her intelligence and state how important she was to the team. Normally, he would say them after one of Dick's quips was a little too harsh. Duke normally was the worst. Not because they were bad, but because they were absurd and Yn LOVED them. They could go from "You know the other day I saw one single leaf and thought it was pretty and it made me think of you" or "your left shoe looks great on you, big sis" and finally to, "you know, that one eyelash is super pretty". She would laugh so hard cause they would catch her so off-guard and it would cause Dick to look at her directly, adoring her smile and laugh, softly smiling at her.

They had thought that if they could showcase how well they'd be together or make all of Yn's attributes even more OBVIOUS, it would do something. BUT! IT! DIDN'T! Even Bruce had gone and said they would make great partners if they pushed their differences aside and Alfred had commented on how she would make a great choice for his date at the next ball, for the public image and to keep everyone in check of course, and still nothing. They were all baffled at how oblivious the two of them were. Finally, it all came down to Damian, fed up and tired, who decided to take a moreeeee direct approach.

"You are staring again." He drily stated to Dick who looked at him panicked. "Am not!" Defended Dick and Damian deadpanned at him. "Yes you are, it's distracting you" he responded and Dick huffed out a response. "I was just looking at her." Damian smirked up at him, knowing he caught him, "I did not state if it was a she or a he" Dick just rolls his eyes and ruffles his hair, and laugh "Shut up" and Damian smiles softly at him. Grayson didn't comment on that making Damian see it as a small victory. He would continue to call him out on the small things, careful to make sure that Dick didn't catch on. He would ask him why he was angry when Yn received flowers (yn had found out they were from him and his excuse was that she should decorate her lab cause it looked ugly. The real reason was that Damian liked that it brought a smile to her face and he had already grown so fond of her. She never made him feel as if he was a bother or any less worthy than the rest, but he wasn't going to tell her that. He did make her promise she wouldn't tell anyone.) or when she wore something of Jason's and he would scoff at Dick every time he would make excuses. Damian truly was a handful during those weeks, but he thought that when he started to do that, there was real progress. With his somewhat hostile attempts and everyone's comments, they had noticed little things that began to happen.

Dick would bring Yn coffee, and sometimes would tell her he appreciated her work. Yn would finally return some of Dick's quips with a more flirtatious tone (normally, the flirtatious tone came from Dick seeing as he is flirty by nature) and initiate physical contact. She would bump her hip to his whenever he passed by her and both would exchange teasing glances and brush his hair out of his face whenever she was helping him with his injuries. They would see how sometimes his hands would stay on her waist whenever she was fixing a particularly deep gash on his forehead and she would allow herself to laugh a little louder at his jokes. The rest would high-five and congratulate each other since they were making progress, VERY SLOW, but progress nonetheless.

It was all chill until one day, Damian was on his way to get Titus to take him for a walk when he heard Dick and Bruce discussing some matters regarding the Teen Titans. "I know, I know we are in the middle of an investigation that needs all hands on deck, but they need me there for some time. Kory has been calling me none stop asking me to pass by and help with some training and missions. It will be quick B. No more than a few weeks." Dick was leaving? Damian thought to himself, but he couldn't! Not after his mission was making progress. Sensing someone was getting closer to the door, Damian carried on walking quickly.

That afternoon, Dick announced that he would be leaving for Jump City and wouldn't be back for three weeks. Damian had a bad feeling about this trip and he voiced it to Barbara. She had reassured him that distance only made the heart grow fonder but he still wasn't convinced. Knowing Grayson's long history of an on-and-off relationship with Starfire, Damian kept being suspicious.

[tounderstandthesoul]

Chapter 2: Messages from the dead

A bad dream right? Or is it?

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I will say in advance that you are the same age as the critters. I don't want anyone to get the wrong ideas.

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Third person:

A cold and dark room with a few machines that are no longer in operation stands there without any electricity or heat at all. Inside a machine sleeps a little boy, his appearance could be described as an angel. He is in the dark and his chest floats with his irregular breathing, sometimes he breathes in briefly and unconscously holds his breath for a long time, but sometimes it looks as if he is having a bad dream and is gasping for breath. But suddenly he wakes up and looks around frightened, his posture reminiscent of a small street kitten desperately looking for help.

Angel Pov:

"Y/N Do you know the answer!"

"Huh?"

"Earth to Y/N, are you sleeping in class again?"

"No I... where are we...?"

A few children started to turn around from their seats and I got all nervous, 'why are they looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong?’

"Ehrm... no.. I think...." no its just Class I need to know the Task.

I quickly look at the Board 'it can't be that hard, after all, this is the Math class for children with learning difficulties....or? ‘wait a minute'

"I'm really starting to lose hope in you angel... you're only supposed to solve this? what's wrong with you?"

"I... what... what does it say?"

The Board was full of red letters, they were all scattered around and made no sense. 'wait, what did she just call me?’

"Ehm... what... what did you Ju-“

"Tell me, are you hard of hearing or something? Or can you just not read, angel?"

I look slowly in the direction of the voice, my eyes slowly starting to fix on the left of me. A boy about my age with his blond hair pulled up, he kind of looks like an chicken. 'what... Who are you?’

"Angel Now read the DAMN TASK!"

"Yes sorry Miss... Its...."

I feel bad everyone is staring at me and the letters look like they're shifting. 'what the'. The smeared red letters are moving as if it were a coloring book and a red liquid is slowly running down the sides of the blackboard. 'I feel sick', but at that moment. Right now. I can read the words as they now make sense.

"The prototype will ... save us all"

"You see angel? Wasn't that hard after all was it?"

"Yes, but Mrs. Delight... what does that mean......?"

I heard a loud crack and every child at that moment suddenly turned their head towards me and looked me in the eye. I could even see the broken bones in some of the children's necks slowly poking out of their skin 'I can't take this anymore' I couldn't control it at that moment looking at all the Kids, I felt so bad and it just came out… I threw up on the table. ‘I don’t want to look at them’ What is going on here?

It happened suddenly and was very loud, someone had literally slammed the door open.

"Y/N, Angel!"

I didn't dare answer, it was one of those women with their yellow suits who have that look on their face...like they own everything.

"It's you with the scars, isn't it.... Hey!"

"What... what's going on?"

"You're really very lucky, Kid"

"Me?. Lucky?.. Why?"

"You were chosen and adopted by a loving family!"

"I... Adopted... Why?"

"you should have listened to them" 'what? what did she just say?'

"you should have listened to his successor" 'Am I hearing badly?, what is she talking about?. I dont understand.'

"But now it's too late for you"

"What are you even talking a-"

"The angel is starving" ‘What… What does she mean ‘I don’t understand anything here’

"The angel is starving" ' I... don't understand'

"The angel is st-"

"STOP! I..." Tears slowly flow from my eyes. I feel them slowly drift down my face and everything gets louder and louder.

"Lucky you"

I started to scream.

But then I woke up.

"What was that???" I can hardly breathe, it feels like my heart is about to jump out of my chest.

It takes me a few seconds not to fall over. I feel dirty, I can also see why. I am Practically lying in Trash and im Still wearing the Lab Coat from when I was tested on. ‘wait that dream, was that ma-‘

My thoughts got broken by a loud noise, which was coming from my Stomach. it was very Loud Growling. I looked around and the memories of yesterday came flooding back, I slept in this shithole as usual. 'dammit' this can't go on, I remember my thoughts from yesterday. Oh god I am going to die here Wont i. ‘Wait can i even die?’

I still know the way from here towards Playcare, that will be the only place where there might still be something edible, it will probably be a long journey without a destination.But its better than staying here and sleeping in this Manufactoring Hole.

I Slowly stand up and Feel my Legs Starting to cramp, but that’s no problem, and it happens often. Thats why when i was on the run after It Happened, I start to bend my knees slightly and concentrate on my legs, I have made myself a little taller in my sleep 'Maybe out of instinct', well, it doesn't matter.

I can see and feel my legs getting shorter 'it really helps with the pain' but I shouldnt use my ability 'if you can even call it that' that often.

Because at that moment I immediately feel dizziness and can quickly protect myself from falling by leaning on an old machine.'damn it already?'

I should set off slowly now because it will take me at least a couple of hours to get to the Gamestation, and from then on, Ill walk on the Train tracks. Because I know there's a Toy rummaging around and if she sees me, 'that'll be it'.

No, I need to get into walking.

Next stop: The Gamestation

[4kominato]

A/N: OMG SORRY I TOOK SO LOOOONG TT-TT .. i hope you enjoy this! i tried my best to create a plot that included quality fluff AND smut (youre also my first daiya request ever on this blog so i feel totally sh*tty that im so late erghshshd) also, sorry if the aftercare is too realistic that its not cute anymore :') ~kuri

@cxffeeshxts Request: May I request fluff/smut scenario of kawakami norifumi :0 If so, thank you very much! 

Pairing: Kawakami Norifumi x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut (M) - SEXUAL CONTENT

Word Count: 2.1 K

It's a beautiful day out. The winter air is dry and cold, but the bright sun in the sky and thin layer of clouds helped to comfortably balance out the potentially frigid weather. Despite being home for the first time after a long semester of university in America, you told your parents you would be seeing Nori first, since you didn’t get to spend a whole lot of time with him in the summer before you left, due to Seido’s advancement to the summer tournament.

Nori is your boyfriend of three years, the two of you having met in junior high when you were a third year and he was a second year. Despite his shyness and insecurity, he was always so sweet and caring toward you, and the more you talked, it felt like you guys just… clicked, so it came as no surprise when you found yourself falling head over heels for him. Knowing he probably wouldn’t make the first move and that you couldn’t let someone like him just slip away, you asked him to be your boyfriend at your junior high graduation so that you guys could make things official before you went off to high school. You refused to tell him which high school you would be attending because you wanted him to choose for himself where he wanted to go, but somehow fate brought the two of you back together, Nori having picked Seido to join their prestigious baseball team.

With Nori being on the first string, you got to know some of the others in his grade as well, and you’d gotten them on board with helping you surprise Nori at the dorms. After catching the train to your house to drop off your luggage, you walk to the school to meet Kuramochi at the entrance so he can lead you to the retired third year dorms, where Shirasu is keeping Nori occupied until your arrival.

“Do you think Nori will follow you to university in America too?” Kuramochi jokes, as the two of you walk down the hall toward Nori’s room.

“I’m not sure. He hasn’t really mentioned it much to be honest,” you start, taking a moment to think before continuing. “I think I’m not as reluctant to the idea of him going to the same university though, because doing long distance from a different country was pretty tough with the time differences and all.”

“Yeah, and you guys can’t get all lovey dovey,” he snickers.

“I mean yeah… that too.”

You’re about to keep walking when Kuramochi stops in front of one of the doors and whips his index finger up over his lips, gesturing for you to be quiet. Then he proceeds to knock on the door.

A soft, “Come in,” sounds from the other side of the door, cueing Kuramochi to open the door.

“What’s up?” Nori asks curiously as Kuramochi enters the small room, simply standing right in front of the doorway.

“I have a surprise for you,” he replies before turning towards you and gesturing for you to come in. You can’t wipe the dumb grin off your face when you walk up to the doorway and see Nori’s face light up.

“Oh my god!” he exclaims, sitting up from his bed and running up to you, “What are you doing here?!”

“Surprising you, obviously,” you laugh as he lifts you up in his arms and spins you around.

“I missed you so much.”

“But I missed you more–”

“Aaand we’re leaving now,” Kuramochi interrupts and heads toward the door with Shirasu following suit. “Use protection! Hyaha!”

“And don’t forget to lock the door,” Shirasu adds, and with that they exit the room, shutting the door behind them. Finally alone, the sexual tension between the two of you multiplies tenfold. It’d been nearly half a year since the two of you had gotten to be intimate with each other, so even just the initial hug you shared  upon your arrival had your gut churning with desire.

“So…” you draw out suggestively, simultaneously taking Shirasu’s advice and locking the door.

“So…” he responds in a similar fashion, the two of you obviously having the same thing in mind despite both of your reluctance to say it. Instead, you walk up to Nori, reaching for his hands as you press your forehead to his, then your nose, and finally your lips, at which point he resorts to slipping his hands around your waist.

The feeling of him growing hard against your thigh sends heat rushing downward, and in no time, you can feel your arousal drenching your panties. Nori’s hand moves up to your neck, pushing your hair out of the way to place his lips there and gently trail kisses along its length and down to your collarbone.

“May I?” Nori nearly whispers, tugging at the hem of your top.

“Of course,” you reply with a smirk before assisting him in removing the garment. You can see his hungry eyes dilate at the sight of your lace adorned breasts, and just as he reaches up to cup them, you decide to throw him a reverse uno card, cupping the bulge in his pants and gently massaging it before he gets the chance to do anything to you.

He gasps in half surprise, half pleasure as you continue to palm him over his sweats, his hands faltering on your breasts at the feeling. You take the opportunity to capture his lips once more, and slowly guide him to the bed where you proceed to straddle him.

“I want you so bad already,” you whine, rolling your hips on his now fully hard member, eagerly seeking any friction you could get against your aching clit. “I’m soaking.”

“God, you’re so hot,” he moans breathily, his eyes fluttering shut as you continue to grind against his needy cock. “I want you too… but it's been a while. Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“I’ll be fine. I need you,” you demand as you rip off your bottoms and fling them aside. “Don’t finish too quickly, okay?” you tease as you pull down the waistband of his sweats and briefs in one go to free his throbbing erection.

“Wait–” he barely manages to say before you take him, “Use a condom.”

“Nori…” you whine. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered you, but with how deprived you’d been the past four months, your patience is running extremely thin.

“Especially since it’s been so long I might not be able to pull out in time. I don’t wanna take any chances.”

“Ugh, fine…” you give in with a frustrated groan, but he did bring up a valid point, so you couldn’t really argue further. You return to the bed after fetching one of the foil packages from his dresser and tearing it open. Climbing back on top of him, you quickly pinch the tip of the thin rubber disk and roll it down his firm length, eliciting a soft moan from him that further tested your patience. “Are you ready now?” you ask almost aggressively as you position him to your entrance.

“Ye–” he barely starts to say, but before he can finish, you lower yourself onto him, easing him into your wetness and completely interrupting his train of thought. “Oh, god–” he groans, throwing his head back at the feeling of your wet walls encompassing his girth.

“Ah, Nori, you feel even better than I remembered,” you sigh in relief at the feeling of finally having him inside of you. As much as you would’ve loved to draw it out and take your time with him like you normally do, you don’t have the self control to do so this time; for the duration of your three year relationship with him, this is the longest you’d ever been abstinent and obviously, it’s taking a huge toll on you.

Placing your palms flush against his chest, you stabilize yourself enough to rhythmically drive your hips up and down, riding him to your heart’s content. The way he fills you up so perfectly gives you unfathomable gratification, his thickness rubbing up against your tender walls while his length hits just the right spot deep in your core. You don’t remember it feeling this amazing, but maybe the waiting and anticipation that had built up over the past few months was enough to amplify the blissful sensation tenfold.

“Nori, I’m already close,” you pant, forcing yourself to maintain your rigorous pace despite the rapidly escalating tension accumulating in your lower half.

“So am I,” he barely manages to say.

“Fuck…” you whine under your breath as you abruptly accelerate your movements in an eager attempt to chase your high, albeit extremely sporadically.

“Baby, I–” Nori moans through labored breaths, his grip on your hips substantially tightening as he finally succumbs to euphoria, his eyes rolling back whilst his manhood pulsates within you. Wanting nothing more than to reach ecstasy together with him, you begin bouncing on top of him even more erratically, feral almost, until his swollen head is kissing the lip of your cervix, expediting the tingly feeling accumulating in your gut.

After what feels like hours of edging, you’re finally enraptured, sheer pleasure erupting from the heat between your legs and radiating throughout the entirety of your body. You’d been doing a remarkable job keeping the sounds to a minimum… that is until the breathtaking feeling of climax sends you over the edge enough to force a cry out of you. You’re sure whoever is in the room next door can hear you loud and clear, but there's no way you could’ve prevented it.

As you slowly come down from your high, your shaky arms give out and you collapse forward onto Nori’s chest completely winded.

“God, that was so good…” you mumble weakly. “Sorry I got loud at the end though. Your neighbors probably heard me.”

“It’s fine,” he answers breathily, combing his fingers through your hair, “After Christmas, I only have one more term with them anyways.”

“Mm,” you hum, unable to answer in words with how weary you’d become.

“Before you fall asleep, let me clean up,” Nori requests, gently rolling you off of him to get off the bed, “And you should pee first.”

“You’re too responsible, Nori,” you grumble with your face buried into his pillow.

“It’s for your health.”

“Mrgh…”

With your eyes still closed, you hear some shuffling and some tissues being pulled before the bed sinks next to you, followed by the feeling of fingers brushing your hair out of your face.

“C’mon, babe, get up. I’ll take you to the restroom and then you can sleep. Won’t it be worse if you end up getting a UTI?”

“Yeah, I know…” you groan, finally sitting up and wrapping your arms around his waist. With a soft smile, he returns your embrace and leans in to place a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too.”

He only allows a moment more of sitting in silence before he fills the void again. “Okay, now get dressed before you actually fall asleep,” he demands as he retrieves your clothing from the floor.

“Mrgh,” you respond groggily, still reluctant to get out of bed, but regardless, you do as he says. After he shows you to the restroom, he walks you back to his room and tucks you comfortably into his bed.

“You must be tired and hungry from the long flight, huh?” he asks as he kneels at the bedside.

“Mhm,” you mumble, starting to succumb to slumber with how comfortable you are in Nori’s bed, intoxicated by his sweet scent that you missed so much while you were away.

“Well, I’m gonna go meet Miyuki to get some pitching practice in this evening and then I’ll bring you back some food from the cafeteria for when you wake up, okay?” he speaks gently, and though your eyes are closed and you can’t see him, you can feel his loving gaze upon you.

“Mm,” you mumble once more, softer this time but still loud enough that Nori knows you’ve acknowledged his statement.

“Alright,” he responds as he leans in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Sleep tight. I love you so much. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Though you can’t bring yourself to answer in your now very somnolent state, hearing his words fill you with warmth, receiving the affection you’d been deprived of this past semester. You couldn’t have asked for a better welcome home than spending time with the love of your life, and even though he isn’t with you right now, you know he’ll be back soon to share more memories with throughout the remainder of the holiday season.

[countdown-123]

61 days until my surgery

happy new year!

it's honestly really nice to have something to look forward to in the coming year. it helps with the sort of bummed out new year this has been

I went to a small (3 people) party to celebrate nye. we smoked and drank and played board games. we had a good time for sure, but it was so odd turning on the TV to watch the ball drop. there was no one on the stage performing in New York, and all the shots were just really tired people trying to be energetic because the camera was pointed at them. there was someone who sang imagine right before the ball dropped, then they showed two old people kiss for like a minute straight then a 2 second shot of two guys kiss lmao. weirdest and most depressing ball drop ever honestly

but it was nice to ring in the new year with friends, and I always love a chance to smoke and drink with others.

im celebrating the new year by my self a bit by getting food at my favorite restaurant today. usually it's way less busy here but I should have expected they would be busy since they're one of the few places open on the holidays

I really hope I don't get sick

I've been doing so well, masking at work and in public as much as possible. with everyone else sick from the holidays I have been feeling hopeful that I'll avoid the worst of it but this might be the end of my run

honestly I deserve a few days off work since all my coworkers got sick and left me to do work with less help

whatever it doesn't actually matter

I have a couple of new years resolutions, tho I think the word resolution is a stretch here

the first one is I want to eat something whenever rim hungry. this isn't a new goal but I'm reaffirming it. I've been doing worse in the past few weeks cause I'll just come home from work and sleep until my next shift. falling asleep slightly hungry isn't hard but I'm too used to it and I know it's not healthy. I've always struggled with eating enough, due to both trauma and autism related food avoidance issues. I never knew I had an eating disorder cause I didn't have issues with my body image (related to food at least - dysphoria is a different thing). but I do have very disordered eating. for a long time I didnt feel hunger because I had ignored the feeling so much that it didn't trigger in my brain. it's taken years for me to work from "no hunger feeling - just random headaches and shaking" to today when I said "oh I'm starting to get hungry, I should eat before I actually get hungry". it's been a long journey, and im not done yet, but it was a great feeling today to realize how far I've come. my goal for the new year is to recognize that trigger early, like today, and then act on it. that means I have to keep easy food accessible, so I have to go grocery shopping soon haha

another resolution is im not smoking now that the new year is starting. my surgeon says no smoking a month out, but I want to make my recovery easier, and I think swapping to edibles is better for me anyway (and not much of a hardship, at least I can still get high). that reminds me, I do need to go to the dispensary again and get some other edibles once they open back up. I want to get something low dose I can micro dose on. if I'm being honest I'm gonna miss hitting my pen at work and I wish there was an edible that could give me that little bit of something like a pen. probably not a good thing to want but that doesn't stop the desire. (I love to take a few hits of my pen before I do some cleaning, it's just a nice chill time. not great to do before making food, I can't work as quickly when I'm high and then I get stressed with orders coming in)

lots of people make new years resolutions that are very black and white. they want to stop doing something or start doing something. I think that's the wrong way to do it because if they mess up once many people give up entirely. I prefer resolutions that are intention based. I have the intention of eating more regularly this year, but I'm not going to attach any details to that resolution so I literally can't fail. as long as I eat when I'm hungry once this year (done) I've succeeded (yay!). the resolution acts more as a reminder to myself, and I prefer that over traditional resolutions. honestly Atomic Habits is a great read if small improvements over time is more your style, it helped me a lot with actually doing the things I want to do

well I'm finishing up my meal here (writing when not on my break at work!? wow, this might literally be the first time I'm doing this) and I'll need to drive home soon so I should finish this up.

happy new year, I hope you can find small ways to make your day better each day

[blissfullybloomed]

Yeah, it's been a while, but today felt like the right day to write again. I missed it. 

So let's get all the updates out of the way since my last post(Dec 2023). Oh man…it's a lot. 

I spent New Years with my boyfriend(yeah we're still a thing), and his best friend. Had to go home early though…cause like…im old, and we work in the mornings. 

February I picked up a few extra gig jobs to pay off school. I delivered for Instacart, Spark, Shipt, and Amazon Flex. While working two other jobs. I had to pay it off and I was tired of waiting for money to just appear….cause that's totally not a thing. 

March was my man's birthday! The first one I got to spend with him. Gifts that I got him don't matter…like i'm not gonna sit here and list them off…just his face was all i needed. That look of just you didn't have to do that..but he was glad I did. 

I started therapy to heal from a relationship with a family member that I actually never really understood until very recently. I'm learning that , in the words of Taylor Swift, “Hi, it's me , I'm the problem”- I know that now. I know a lot now actually. 

Started reading a book that has helped immensely with my healing as well. I won't mention the title in this blog as it's specific to one person in my life…but I will say this: No one is perfect, no matter the title they hold in your life. Additionally titles don't mean shit. We're all human and that's the only title I care about…unless you're an alien…then like, can we be friends. 

The Medical Board of Ohio gave me my massage license, and I have signed a lease for my own business and actually have two clients ( sister and friend.) Yeah…Blissfully Bloomed is actually a real , tangible thing now. 

I moved in with my boyfriend. Yup, the WHOLE sentence! It's been about 3 weeks , and let's just say we are slowly adjusting to the new. The animals are a little testy, but we love them all.Spray bottles are in every room now. LOL!  He has been incredible throughout the entire process. I even know how to plug my tire now. He is patient, and kind. Even on days…i don't want to be human…he is still right there. I will tell you this- I never knew love could feel this deep…this solid…this safe. He truly is the person I was supposed to find. Someone in my life once told me a long time ago,  “he has brought back what the locust stole”- When it was told to me the first time it didn't make sense, and in hindsight…I know why it didn't make sense. Now…I understand the phrase…I understand what a healthy and honest relationship looks like. I understand that MEN operate completely differently when they too feel safe and understood.  I love you like crazy baby. 

I started a solid vitamin regimen…and boy oh boy has it helped immensely. My anxiety only peaks during stress, and unknown areas of my life now. It's not at the forefront anymore. Vitamins, therapy, massage, counseling, coloring, legoing, and being surrounded by motivated individuals who only want to better themselves have been the key to my success. Sure I have days just like everyone else where I just don't wanna. But as my boyfriend says”it's allowed, just have to find a balance”- So i'm working on it…BUT vitamins are so good! 

So I think that covers it for the updates…Lets chat about whats to come! 

Moving through all of the above has required high energy and focus to obtain a goal. The focus was definitely fueled by my sister jessica. My sister was the entire inspiration to become a Massage Therapist. What's crazy…I had a client last week…she was a nurse at Nationwide in the pediatric unit….I think she would have worked with Jess at some point, and she was on MY table. Small world sometimes ya know. 

Massage gave me my heart back and I've said that since school…you can't be heartless and be a massage therapist. It's impossible. We comfort through the power of touch. We calm anxiety, recirculate blood to all the necessary parts of your body, we hold space for others to relax. Coming from someone that was very very selfish in her past life…to be able to have people on my table is a gift I will always attribute to my sister Jess. Man do I miss her. What I wouldn't give to wheel her into my massage studio and give her some relaxation for a brief moment. She showed me native american flute music too. I love ya sis. We all do. You can come visit me anytime anywhere. I love you. 

Okay well, on that note…I'm crying. So I think it's a good time to get ready for the day. I have three clients. One of which lost their mother last week. Like I said, massage is so powerful. It truly brings joy and I am able to give joy to others now. What an absolute gift. 

Thanks for listening to my ted talk- see ya on the flippity flip! 

[drangercore]

Love and Other Historical Accidents by @pacific-rimbaud​

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy never intended to blow up their life's work, but that's rather what they've gone and done. Now they're trapped 200 years in the past, with a broken Time Turner, a missing snuff box, a handful of overly-eligible daughters, and a House-elf in a cable knit cardigan. It will require the combined power of their keen intellects to get them home, if they'd stop arguing long enough to use them. As it turns out, history is just one damned accident after another.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Relationship: Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy

Art by @gingerhuneybee​, @jjuuppiter​, @jaxxartbox​, & yours truly

My first fanbind! 

L&OHA is an impeccable story and is so very dear to me. This was the fic that made me go “I want that on my shelf!”, so here we are. 

keep reading for more binding info and to see my gushing on the fic.

QUICK SPECS

153,854 words | 571 pages | 5″ x 8.5″ 

Binding Method: 3 Piece In Boards Bradel  Body Font: Adobe Caslon Pro Decorative Font: IM Fell English

I am very proud of this book, having accomplished many firsts with it. My first book that I rounded and backed, sewed double-core endbands on, painted the edges, and used toner reactive foil and HTV on!

ON THE STORY

Sighs. What more can I say? It’s simply brilliant. A unique multifaceted story with incredible dynamics, clever foreshadowing, great character studies of Draco and Hermione, and such beloved original characters. It’s comedic and refreshing but it also takes on grief and goodbyes, and heartbreak. It’s fucking romantic and also So nuanced. I dislike stories that spoon-feed every little thing about the character, so the parlor tricks on this one? Ate every crumb of it. It was filled with implications and was misleading in the best sense. You’ve got to be an astute reader to catch some things the first round (which I definitely wasn’t). 

While it doesn’t entirely shy away from typical lovey-dovies, the regard for mundanity and the inconsequential, I just find more inherently romantic. The exploration on time travel and the vivid prose further underscores the depth of PR’s talent. She captures so eloquently, the mind of an extremely logical person in a very illogical experience. I saw myself in Hermione so many times. The story demands to be read again and revels upon doing so. Pacific Rimbaud is such an incredible writer *sobs* all her works are simply a masterpiece. 

That said, this beautiful story deserves to be turned into a physical book.

DESIGN PLAN (or lack thereof) 

This is my first fanfic project and my third book overall which I must say was quite a leap considering my very little binding experience. I think the demon small niggling part at the back of my head got the best of me and positively thought she could make a relatively fastidious book despite the lack of skill. BUT nothing can stop me when I am overly enthusiastic about something, thus began my 2 month research, soaking up every gobbet of binding info in reach. As far as my book binding journey goes, gathering supplies was the hardest part lol. Bookbinding is not a common hobby in the Philippines so it was tedious to to look for materials and/or to settle on alternatives.

I credit 70% of the 4 month stretch of this project to my indecision. The novelty and sheer excitement with a new hobby, I think, divested me to properly conceptualize heh. I redid my typeset 1 billion times because I kept switching softwares: Word→ Pages→ InDesign. I probably have 8 versions of the typeset that will never see the light of day. Anyway, I did finally get the stuff done. Here’s my little design dump:

Nothing symbolic about the design really. I just worked around elements I thought were appropriate with the regency era and time traveling aspect: vines/ flowers and the time turner. I tried to reflect PR’s elegant writing in the book so hopefully I did it some justice. I added my fave works for this fic too and even drew fanart myself. Arts 1 through 3 are by yours truly, fourth art is by jaxx in a box.

BINDING

I watched DAS bookbinding religiously during my research phase and I knew then that I wanted to someday follow his in-boards 3-piece bradel tutorial, but it wasn’t supposed to be so early on in my binding journey. One look at this book however threw me off course. It was incredibly ambitious of me, so I guess I deserved all the stress I endured in the process. I was supposed to trim the edges in between glueing the spine and rounding/backing, but I only had my poorly sharpened Php145 wood chisel to finish the task. That and nursing the finger my chisel wounded took enough time for the glue to dry, so I was fiddling with a stiff textblock the entire time after. I learnt along the way that a blow dryer and bone folder would be my best friends (and plenty of patience). I’d also like to apologize to my neighbors if they heard any hammering at 1am. 😳 

The covers were... finicky. For some reason, midway, I decided to make either covers differently, and all to the good because the one made following DAS’ tutorial ended up slightly warping. DAS’ was made with two 1.25mm boards glued together, while my experimental one was with a single 2.5mm board of which I peeled layers off of to reduce its thickness in half as needed.  (see pictures below for reference)

A lot of how the book looks like now is either born out of impulse or a desperate remedy. The book in turn is very gold. Chapter headers were impulsively foiled with gold laser reactive foil (so much for illustrating the headers only to cover them up haha *eye twitches*). 

I accidentally stained the edges while smoothing with black sandpaper so I covered the mess with an admix of Sakura acrylic paint in black and Liquitex acrylic ink in iridescent gold (Paint order: 1 layer gold- 2 thin layers black- 3 layers gold).

 I am very proud of my sewn endbands as this was my very first attempt at doing a double-core. I used DMC cotton threads in cream (712) and gold (E3821). Below is a close-up because why not. (as you can see, I had some flaking on the paint, luckily this was on the bottom edge so I fixed the issue on the more visible sides.)

I don’t like the bookcloth selection where I’m from (if there’s anything at all) so I made my own with pastel blue eco-ramie cloth, flour paste, and 80gsm paper. I ordered my fabric online and the shade was too icing-like. It looked tacky so I bleached to lighten. The white cloth also came from the same fabric which I bleached till it paled to white.

Titling was one of my biggest worries because majority of binders I saw were using a cricut to cut HTV. I almost entertained the idea of cutting it manually or even painting or embroidery, but to my luck, I found a local shop that offers vinyl ! cutting !! service !!! I sent them my design and they cut and weeded the vinyl for me. I chose white for the title and metallic gold for the vine detail. I messed up applying the word “historical” though, but let’s pretend i did it on purpose for the vintage feel.

Four months of faffing later, I have this story in corporeal form! Overall, I’m overjoyed with the outcome and I’d like to thank PR for the opportunity to have such a wonderful story on my shelf (and free to be read by anyone!)

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!