#working is really the only thing that tires them out

[dcxdpdabbles]

I am feral for fake dating au and alley boyfriends goes so hard, I am on my hands and knees begging for a part 3

Tim's afternoon meeting gets canceled due to three of the members coming down with the flu. Usually, he would have just sent them a recording of what they missed, but since the three were presenting and the meeting was meant to be with the five department heads, he feels it would be best to reschedule.

There was only so much HR could report to him, after all. This meant he had the entire afternoon off.

Tim usually uses the free time he finds himself with to get a head start on other work. Maybe even some crake some cases. But today, he knew Danny was off from his job. His roommate was likely at home watching that new show he really got into.

Last night, he explained the entire plot over their dinner- Danny came from one of those families that always ate dinner at the same time- and went as far as to reveal fun facts he learned about the production team in charge of his show.

Tim didn't understand why Danny was so excited to know the lighting effects used only for a particular character. Nor did he find it as fascinating.

However, watching him get excitable was endearing enough that he listened to the whole thing. Then, he sat down to watch the show, finding it adorable that Danny couldn't stop speaking to the screen as if the characters could hear him.

Tim stares at his computer screen, trying his best to get himself to focus. The data sheets needed some work, but he had two weeks to complete it, and he really wasn't in the mood to verify so much work if he wasn't completely focused.

He glances at the clock, watching the little red hand tick. He insisted on having a face clock in his office instead of just having an electrical one because he found the ticking sound comforting.

Now, it merely annoyed him. That only happens when he's been trapped inside the office for too long or gone out as Red Robin so much he neglected his Tim Drake side. He could take the afternoon off, but what fun would that be?

He had also been trapped at home for a long time, working remotely whenever he could. Tim wanted to go out, but he didn't want to do that alone.

It would be so dull to just go to the same places on his lonesome as it would be sitting in his office or in his room. He could play video games or watch a movie with his roommate, but it wasn't the same of getting outside for a little while

His eyes landed on his cell phone. He could call Danny and ask if he wanted to go out today, but he had no idea what to do. He could take Danny shopping again- apparently, his roommate had no actual use for suits at his barista job, so the two had gone to the mall and gotten him some jeans and t-shirts, but the other seemed tired of that the last time.

Tim didn't want to spend money at the movies either because he wanted to do something active. The problem was that Danny hated spots with a passion and wasn't one for hiking or walking. They could go to a place to eat, but going out just for food wasn't something they could fill a whole afternoon with, not to mention Gotham's cold wave had most of the hang-out places closed until summer.

How hard was it to think of something to do in a city this big?

His eyes shift over to his computer before he caves. He quickly changes the docking station on his work computer to his personal laptop, eyes dancing between his two monitors.

He types into the search engine Where to take your roommate in Gotham City.. The first result is a list of locations, but Tim finds that they are all well-known tourist places, which is something he would rather avoid. He's just not up for a big crowd.

The following result is restaurants to try, which again isn't enough to fill the entire afternoon with- he notes to visit the ramen place because Danny mentioned he wanted to have some three days ago. He grows irritated with the similar lists he clicks until he stumbles across a new store that opened only a week ago.

It's new enough that most people don't know about it, which means they could enjoy a fun new activity since it is a random Tuesday.

Tim checks the store times, confirms that they could be there for a few hours and then reaches for his phone. Three taps later, a dull ringing sounds in his ear as he waits for Danny to answer.

Initially, he didn't want to go shopping, but he thought Danny would enjoy this shop more than any clothes store.

"Yellow?" Danny chirps in his ear, warm and bright. His voice reminds him of the comfortable nights when he's brewing Tim a lovely London Fog Late.

At once, Tim feels himself relaxed. "Hey, Danny. I have the afternoon off. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?"

"Oh, sure! What do you want to do?"

Tim looks up at the screen. "How would you like to go to a place that lets you design your own succulent and offers an entire room filled with decorations to personalize it?

"I'll be ready in fifteen minutes!" Danny shouts the sound of crashes accompanying his voice as he likely leaps from the couch. "How expensive is it?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. I'll pay for everything." Tim tells Danny just as Tam and three interns wander into his office. He holds up a finger at them, listening to Danny loudly proclaim he wants to be the one to treat Tim.

It's sweet, but Tim had so much money he didn't know what to do. Danny was saving up to buy his own car- and the last time Tim offered to buy him one, his roommate had refused to make him the Red Robin Rush for a week.

"Don't worry about money, Danny. Just get dressed, and tonight, you can make it up to me the usual way." He says, feeling a slow, smug smile spread across his face as Danny rushes to the coffee station to check through the tea they had.

"I'll do something even better. It's a new trick I picked up, but it's guaranteed to keep you up all night." Danny tells him as he fumbles with his clothes- likely changing- which is loud enough to echo from his phone speakers. An intern shifts, uncomfortable on his feet.

Tam raises an impressed eyebrow, which, for some reason, makes Tim slightly embarrassed. His face turns a bit red as he hastily tells his roommate. "I should be picking you up in an hour."

"Wait, what do I wear for this? I will not repeat O'malley's."

Tim's face turns redder at the reminder of last week's blunder. It wasn't his fault that what he considered casual clothes were what Danny thought were formal. He told the man to meet him at the restaurant after work, not considering it upscale since it was only served dinner, and once again, Danny's outfit had him stopped at the door by a worker who didn't think he was dressed the part.

"Just wear that outfit I like. The blue one." He tells him about the black sweatshirt with blue stripes and a fluffy black and blue sweater. It was the warmest, most stylish thing Danny women meant for streetwear, and he knew it would be a bit chilly in the evening.

"Alright. See you soon. Text me when you are outside. Byeeeee"

"Bye," Tim hangs up and offers the three interns and impressed secretary a sheepish look. "Sorry about that. How can I help you?"

Tam steps forward, waving a hand at the two young men and single women older than him by a few years. They straighten up as his PA speaks. "I just wanted to introduce the interns that start tomorrow; it won't take more than five minutes if you have to be somewhere soon."

"It's lovely to meet you all. " Tim smiles, ignoring the wide-eyed stare the one on the left is giving him. The introductions don't take long at all, but Tim still feels restless when he grabs his coat and rushes past Tam's empty desk. He leaves a note on her desk telling her he took the afternoon off and practically skips down to the parking garage.

He is unaware of the rumors circulating among his employees after a particular intern on the left let it slip he overheard Mr. Drake talking to his lover like their relationship was....like that. He is even more unaware that the second he picks up Danny from the front of their building, five shadows break into his penthouse and search the place for any drugs.

He is too busy picking out crystals with his roommate, who babbles about their effects on ghosts, memorized by his silly random knowledge again.

Meanwhile, Bruce is horrified to find some green liquid in the second bedroom. He's not sure why Tim or Danny have to separate rooms if they truly are lovers, but the fact this was hidden in the room by the other boy gives Jason's idea of Tim living with his dealer aan uncomfortable amount of credit.

He returned a sample to the Cave when his other children reported nothing. They refrained from planting any bugs just because Tim would find them, and it would stop him from trusting them should they have to give him a proper introduction.

Upon conducting some tests, despite the similar appearance to the Lazarus pits, results showed it's closer to the formula of Mr. Freeze's ice ray but in liquid form.

Why would Fenton hide this? What was he up to? Did Tim know that Fenton had cut an entire part of the wall to hide jars and jars of this goo?

[pompadoriangray]

I understand what you're saying here and I understand where the concern is coming from. this is of course about tv shows and while those are not the fandom circles I run in anymore, the general idea does transfer to other mediums. in one of my fandoms, not even a year and a half had passed since the game's release when people were saying "oh, it's time to shut down [thing] because the fandom is dead," when it isn't and wasn't. which baffled me at the time. people were upset about it (understandably so) because there was no need to do this whatsoever. even if the moderation team had grown tired of dealing with [thing], they could have just as easily handed the reins over to someone else. just deciding that "oh, everyone is going to move on to [new fandom]" is such a weird, short-sighted thing to say. so I know that in today's modern fandom culture this is a genuine concern! younger fandomers are being exposed to fast fashion only to see that sort of thing translated into fast fandom. we're here for a few months after release and then everyone leaves! and that's awful.

but I honestly struggle to be that negative. because I'm still in fandoms for things that came out years and years and years ago. I spent the majority of the last year writing novel-length fics for an almost dead fandom. I'm now writing an effectively novel-length fic that is going to be an even longer coding project for a game that released in early February. even if young fandomers choose to adopt fast fandom practices (and don't get me wrong, this does sucks and does affect us!), we don't have to. and the majority of people my age have not done this. there are still people writing spirk! fast fandom will only become the norm if we all decide to adopt this as the standard, and I for one am not about to do so.

I will also say that this does have a positive slant to it. those people who are ready to drop fandoms after a few months of being in them were never really in them at all. we're all concerned about the increased commercialization of fandom, and that's extremely fair, but I think it is those fast fandomers that are most concerned about that kind of thing. those of us who stick with characters and storylines for the long haul just keep on trucking as they have been, even if the chance of the creator(s) seeing our work (be that art, writing, or meta) diminishes substantially. in those terms, I would even argue that those fast fandomers leaving is a good thing! it frees the rest of us up to really commit without fear of being told that we're not commercially friendly enough.

and just on a personal level, as someone who only ever gets into fandoms after characters have marinated in my brain for a while, I'm perfectly all right with not being super popular and instead being discovered by those people who are late to the party or in it for the long haul ♥

Is it just me or has consuming media started to feel like a chore? Sonic Prime is out now and I want to watch it and join in on the hype and the discussion, but since it’s a Netflix series I can’t just watch the first episode and be caught up right away, I have to binge 8 whole episodes.

There isn’t the fun of talking about a specific episode, gifing scenes and making inside-jokes about parts of dialogue, because all of the small details are lost in the deluge of the overall story. There is no fun to be had waiting for next week, because we are conditioned to just consume and then move on to the next thing.

I’m afraid to get into streaming shows. It feels like such a massive time-investment to binge it all, and pacing yourself is hard when the rest of the fandom is already caught up. You have to exclude yourself from discussion just to be able to appreciate single episodes. And this has started turning me off on TV shows in general, not just the streaming ones, because it no longer feels personal. It feels more like a cultural obligation to watch the latest show. And I don’t think it’s fun to feel like you’re doing chores by watching a show.

I miss the little jokes. I miss talking and theorizing about incidental characters. I miss people catching and commenting on little background details. I miss inside jokes. I miss complaining about release schedules and long hiatuses. I miss looking at upcoming episode titles and incorrectly assuming what’s going to happen. I miss theory-crafting based on details that turned out to be innocuous. I miss fanfiction that becomes outdated the moment the next episode comes out.

I miss having fun.

[alphajocklover]

Hey man, thanks for the treats! So here’s the deal, I’m a 23-year-old med student, blonde, green eyes, skinnier than I’d like to be, but I’m literally too busy to do anything but study, let alone hit the gym like I really wanna. Even though "relaxing" ain’t in my vocab right now 'cause of the stress I’m livin' with, sometimes I treat myself to a Snickers bar. So yeah, that’d be my pick!

You had never wanted to be that kind of guy, the one whose life revolved around school and studying. You had always been a hard worker, you had to be to get into medical school in the first place, but you had always prided yourself on having a good work-life-studying balance. It had never been easy, but throughout both high school and college you had managed to keep up your grades, work part time to save up for medical school, and have a satisfying social life with a number of close friends. Hell, back in high school you were actually fairly popular. Now that you were in medical school though, it seemed like everything else in your life was falling to the wayside. You didn’t have time for hobbies, parties or friends, you didn’t even have time for your old part time job anymore, as the hours conflicted with your new schedule. The worst part was that even after giving up all that you were still struggling to keep up. You had always been a smart guy, one who thrived in school, but now it seemed that no matter what you did, no matter how much you sacrificed, it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t imagine how hard things would get in two years when you had to do clinicals and actually work at a hospital. You hated to admit it, but your dream of being a doctor had started to feel like a huge trap.

Today was your first night off in months. You had just finished a big exam, one you were certain you only barely passed, and were overjoyed to finally have a moment to relax, even if you were too exhausted to actually do anything fun. You were so tired from everything and so happy to have some time that wasn’t spent studying that you didn’t even question the snickers bar you found in your pantry, convincing yourself you had bought it at a vending machine or something and simply forgotten. You tore off the snickers wrapper carelessly, and took a big bite as you flopped down on a nearby couch, your mind racing as you did. As the chocolate and caramel danced on your tongue, you let your mind wander, imagining if things were different. If you had gone a different route in life, one that allowed you a little more time to just be yourself instead of constantly working. You imagined a life where you didn’t spend so much time worrying about your grades and where you didn’t need to work a part time job to save up for college. Instead of studying you could have thrown yourself into something else, something fun like a club or a sports team. A part of you had always been jealous of how carefree the guys on the football club seemed to be, the guys who worked out for fun or to challenge themselves, not because they were trying to be responsible. Maybe if you hadn’t been so obsessed with your future career, the one you were no longer sure you wanted, you could have been like them. You were fairly athletic in high school, but if you worked out seriously you could have gotten absolutely huge. You could imagine yourself with a body like one of those jocks, or even one better than one of those jocks. In your mind you could picture yourself with broad shoulders and beastly biceps. If you hadn’t spent all that time working at a shitty job to save up for med school you could have had that. You could have joined a sports team, probably football or wrestling. You could have made friends with your teammates. Instead of being fairly popular you could have been the big man on campus! You can almost picture yourself playing football, working out with the guys, making out with cheerleaders. You never thought you wanted a life like that, and had always thought of people who lived for pleasure and fun as being frivolous, dumb even, but… looking back, you can’t help but wonder what it would have been like, what you would have been like.

You relaxed into the couch and let your imagination start to run wild, your body tingling as you did. You imagined going from high school and into college, not having to scrimp and save like some loser, getting by on family money and your football skills. You imagined not worrying about grades, cause only nerds and losers did that, and instead just enjoying your life as an all around stud and football god. You imagined having a different major, probably something cool like business or kinesiology, something that would help you open your own gym one day so that party wouldn’t have to stop when college did. You imagined a life where instead of always working towards a future that disappointed you, you enjoyed the here and now. A life where you could just relax. 

You had gotten so lost in your thoughts that it took you a moment to realize you had finished the Snickers Bar. As you realized you had eaten the whole thing without even thinking about it, you felt a slight chuckle escape your lips, one that quickly grew into a manly guffaw. Did you really just eat the whole Snicker Bar without even thinking about it or enjoying the taste? That was the one cheat on your diet you allowed yourself a week! You could be such a dumbass sometimes. Not that it really mattered. Being smart was for fucking geeks.

You laughed a little as you tried to remember what you had been thinking about moments before. You could swear you were wondering about what your life would be like if you were different… but why would you ever want to be? You had a killer body, great bros to hang with, a sweet job as a personal trainer, and chicks and twinks throwing themselves at you almost every night. Why would you want your life to be any different? The idea of you wanting to be anyone besides the awesome, laidback stud you are… its fucking laughable!

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

A rockstar villain with musical hypnosis powers PUHLEASEE🙏🙏

You got it, Anon! Thanks for requesting this, here you go! I kind of took a bit of liberty and went in a slightly different direction with their hypnosis powers, I hope that's okay!

Rock On

Hero paced back and forth backstage. This concert had to go perfectly. Anything the members needed, Hero would provide. It was their job after all, as the band assistant.

“[Hero’s Name]!” Rockstar called, “can you meet me in my office, love?”

Rockstar’s “office”, so they called it, was the band’s dressing room. Hero practically ran to the door.

“What’s up?” Hero asked.

“Have you drank any water, doll?” Rockstar asked.

“Water’s very important,” Drummer agreed.

“Good for hydration,” Bassist added.

“Makes you sing better,” Keyboardist said.

Hero looked at the band, puzzled.

“No… I haven’t drank any… mmph!”

Rockstar gently pushed a bottle of water to their lips. Hero blinked, drinking without thinking about it.

“Thanks…” Hero started, “do you guys actually need anything?”

“Just let us have a look at your pretty face and we’ll be all set!” Keyboardist winked.

“…Uh-huh. What are you all up to? This concert is gonna start in an hour, and if you’re up to mischief-”

“No mischief!” Bassist promised.

“Tell us, Hero, how long have you been able to sing so well?”

“Sing? Me? Well, I mean I practice every… what did you call me?”

Rockstar pulled Hero in close. Their eyes glinted with a playfulness that was only overshadowed by unnatural swirling.

“It is Hero, isn’t it?” Rockstar asked.

Hero blinked rapidly, only just pulling out of the trance.

“I’m not Hero, you’re just… high or drunk or something!”

“Not this time, Lovey,” Drummer smiled.

“We sobered up just for you!” Keyboardist said.

“Thing is Hero, we have a secret of our own,” Rockstar said.

Hero scoffed. They didn’t have time for this! Manager would be so ticked off if they knew the little band assistant they hired was actually one of the city’s costumed crime-fighters! Hero looked away from the group, trying to come up with a really good lie. Got it. They turned back to tell them, and their eyes went wide. They fought the urge to let their jaw drop.

All of the band members had put on masks. Specifically, the masks worn by Supervillain’s crime group. Their eyes swept the room, mentally taking note of everyone’s identity.

“Sidekick,” Keyboardist pointed to themselves.

“Vigilante,” Bassist raised a hand.

“Other Villain,” Drummer waved.

“Villain,” Rockstar grinned.

Hero gulped. They went to make a run for it, but Bassist slammed the door with their powers, locking it as well.

Hero formed a shard of ice and glared.

“What do you want?” they tried to keep their voice even.

“There’s no need for all that!” Sidekick argued.

“We have an offer for you, that’s all,” Other Villain said.

“We’ve heard you in the practice room,” Villain went on, “you know all of our songs by heart. Heck, you’ve even added a little flair of your own. Tonight should be your night, too. What do you say, Hero? Ready to join the band?”

Hero’s grip on the ice shard loosened as they lowered it to their side. That was not at all what they were expecting.

“Huh?”

Villain rolled their eyes with a smirk.

“We’ve worked it out with Supervillain- er, Manager- they think you’re ready. You can still run around in your little outfit of course, you’ll just have to mind your shouting- don’t wanna tire out your voice.”

As Villain spoke, their eyes started to swirl again. Hero found that this time, they couldn’t look away. Within seconds, the world went black.

…

The next morning, Hero woke up to the sound of commotion outside their apartment window. They crossed the room and opened it, looking down at the paparazzi below. They blinked tiredly, then froze. What were the paparazzi doing here!?

“Vocalist!” one reporter shouted, “how does it feel to be taking the city by storm?”

“Vocalist! Vocalist!” a photographer called, “give us a smile, yeah?”

“Vocalist! Are you in a relationship with Rockstar?”

Hero slammed the window shut and closed the blinds. What the heck had happened last night? They pulled out their phone, intending to call Rockstar- no, Villain, when the news app sent them a notification. Hero read the headline and shakily pressed the hyperlink.

There they were in their civilian form, in a gorgeous outfit, singing their heart out at Rockstar’s concert. Oh, Villain was going to pay for this. Hero was about to call them to tell them so when they got a knock at the door. Hero looked through the keyhole and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Jerry,” Hero greeted the band’s security guard, “thank goodness.”

“Hero,” Jerry said, “there’s a car out front if you care to come with me.”

Hero’s face fell.

“Rockstar told you then?” Hero asked.

“Yes, Villain told me everything,” Jerry said, “I’m not who you think I am either.”

Hero sighed again. Was everyone in on it but them?

“Let me guess… Henchman?”

They nodded.

“This way please.”

Hero followed Henchman out of the building past the throng of reporters and into the band’s limousine. What kind of mess had they gotten into now?

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[atowncalledher]

I live in bumfuck nowhere in the mountains, and we've had an inch or more of snow on the ground at any given time since early November, and it will stay until at least March. It will probably snow in April as well, but it won't stick around as long. If you're going outside, boots and thick wool socks basically a requirement. Any sort of smaller shoe will leave you with wet feet. Long pants are important, and if I'm going outside for any length of time I will wear either really thick pants or a separate layer underneath (in that case, I usually tuck it into my socks to keep my feet warm. I also usually wear some sort of undershirt that is tucked into my pants for the same reason.) There are also gaiters, which are a piece of clothing that wraps around your lower leg and over the tops of your boots that you can use to keep snow and ice from getting in. Getting snow in your shoes is the worst, and if left for a long time it can cause real issues (like frostbite).

Gloves and hats are super important, but scarves are honestly optional. It will help keep your next warm, but I have like mid-length hair and that usually keeps my next warm enough. With short hair it might be more important though. Another benefit of scarves is that you can pull them over your face if it's really cold, but for me I don't feel the need unless it gets below like, 10 degrees Fahrenheit.

Mudrooms are definitely real, and unless you take off your boots right when you walk in to your home you WILL track snow and mud all over the floor and it will melt, and then your floor will be gross and wet. Snow is very sticky, but ice is much more of a problem when you're out and about. As long as you bundle up well enough and you keep all the snow outside of your clothes you can walk through it well enough (though really high snow can take a while to get through and lifting your leg that high to walk will tire you out really quickly. This is why people invented snow shoes). Ice will make you slip and fall, and can be really hard to get back up depending on the situation. Snow boots will usually have more grip to deal with this, and putting sand on top of the ice helps a LOT as well. You can also get things to go on the bottom of your boots that have little spikes on them that help a lot as well (although the spikes tend to push back up on your feet a little, which I find really uncomfortable).

Black ice is a problem, and it can be hard to see, but people that live in a place will usually know where it will form, and which areas (roughly) will be a problem. Ice will melt in the sunlight (even if the temperature is still below freezing), which means that some places will keep being icy for longer than others. (IE on a hill, if one side gets a lot of sunlight in the morning, then the ice might melt on that side while the other side is still icy and dangerous). But in general, as long as you know how to walk on ice (it's a bit of a learned skill, but generally just move slowly and carefully) you will be fine. I've also seen people with walking sticks (usually with a little metal spike on the bottom to stick into the ice) to help with balance.

During the winter, snow will fall and stick around for weeks. It will slowly diminish over time, but it will snow again before it goes away completely. Once you get into early spring, snow might fall but will probably only stick around for a few days at most. A lot of times, natural condensation will form overnight and then freeze, so in the late winter/early spring (when you stop having a constant layer of snow on the ground) you'll get some ice on the ground that will have melted away by midday (although on cooler or cloudy days it might stick around a bit longer). At this point, with temperatures regularly in the 20-30s Fahrenheit, I wear a lot less layers. In the middle of winter I'm wearing about five layers on my upper body (undershirt, shirt, hoodie, fleece, and an outer coat. I work outside for the most part. Important to note that if I go inside I'll take off most of the layers. Inside is usually just a shirt and hoodie) and two layers on my legs. In the late winter/early spring I'll often only wear a shirt, hoodie, and outer jacket on my upper body. Hats and scarves are optional at this point and are mostly just for fashion.

This is part of like the three to four weeks between the cold snowy part of winter and "proper" spring (there's also this period at the end of autumn. As much as the four seasons are the same length, the actual weather doesn't match up. The stereotypical "spring" and "fall" weather only actually last about a month). A day can start around 20 degrees Fahrenheit and then be well over 40 degrees Fahrenheit by 2-3 pm, and then drop down again during the night. We wear so many layers so that we can take them off as necessary.

It's also important to note that there are a lot of different kinds of snow. Sometimes it's really fluffy and light, sometimes it's wet and dense. Sometimes it will stay nice and crunchy, and sometimes it will pack down and freeze over and pack down and freeze over again and again. I'm sure that this has something to do with the amount of water in the air and the temperature differential between the ground and the clouds, but honestly I have no idea and whatever kind of snow we get is what we get. The important thing to remember is that snow can get really fucking heavy.

Packed down snow it often a little easier to walk on than freshly fallen snow. Snow will naturally kind of melt off of asphalt (especially when you put salt on it. Every time it snows around here we have big snow plow trucks that go around pushing it off the road and spreading salt and sand behind them) but snow sticks around on dirt. What often happens, if you have a path that you want to keep walk-able, you will remove most of it and then there will be a relatively thin layer over the dirt that keeps getting packed down over the whole season (these bits of packed down snow will melt slower than untouched snow, so in the spring you sometimes get patches of snow where those paths are when everything else has already melted off.) This bits can get slippery, but throwing some sand on them will fix that.

Once it's finally spring, and the snow that has built up on the ground all winter finally melts, then it's mud season because that's a lot of fuckin water. Where I am, driving down a dirt road during mud season can leave tracks in the road inches deep. Step in that and you'll leave similar tracks (and your feet will get wet). This will last, like, the whole month of April. It sucks so much because going anywhere means trudging through so much mud. Boots are also mandatory for this season, although anywhere with paved or stone walkways will be mostly fine. This is when mudrooms are really important. Tracking snow in will make your floor wet, but it will eventually dry and you will be left with only a little bit of crud on the floor. Mud leaves a much bigger mess. In the mud, walking up a hill really really sucks because every step will slip back a little. Mud can be more slippery than ice sometimes. Cars can and will get stuck in the mud, and after mud season is over, the roads will have huge ruts and potholes in them and they will have to be repaired.

There's also freezing rain, although that usually happens more in the fall. Freezing rain happens when it's freezing cold on the ground level bit not up in the clouds, so you get rain falling, gradually freezing, and then more rain falling on top of it, leaving you with water on top of ice which is so slippery.

Also something fun is when you get a lot of ice on the ground, and then it snows on top of that a few days later, it can be really hard to tell what spots still have ice in them. That can be very dangerous, as the snow sometimes makes the ice more slippery (depending on what kind of snow it is).

Another fun thing that happens in the winter is ice fishing! Starting about this time of year, as long as the lakes have frozen over enough to walk on safely, people will start setting up little tents and stuff on the lakes around here and start ice fishing. I've never been involved (seems really boring) but it happens a lot here (we have a lot of small lakes).

My favorite thing about winter (and it happens a lot more in the late winter/early spring) is stepping on the edges of a patch of ice and getting a delightful crunching sound as it breaks.

Also, being as far north as I am, the sun sets early for the whole time between like. End of November to the middle of February? smtg like that. We get like maybe ten hours of sunlight and that's it. Shorter up until the winter solstice, then gradually getting longer again, but not past six pm until like. March.

Homes are also typically kept at a colder temperature than warmer climates. My mom keeps it a little lower than other people but in her house the heat is usually set to 62 degrees during the day. Use a lot of blankets and where hoodies. People typically also typically heat their homes with wood stoves on top of oil/gas heating. You keep some wood in your home, and then you have a lot stored in like a wood shed or similar covered area. Keeping the wood off the ground and covered is really important to keeping it dry. Putting wet wood in your wood stove will fuck your whole day up. If your wood is damp, you leave it near the stove while it's going to help dry it off, it's just good practice. When you're using a wood stove, you need to clear out the ashes from it as well. I think my mom does it every morning, and then saves it for her... compost pile??? I'm not sure. A lot of people around here spread it over icy spots in front of their day like sand.

Other relatively uncollected thoughts

if you are out in the cold for a long time, your fingers and toes will get cold first. If you are wearing gloves and thick socks it means that your core is too cold and is stealing heat from the rest of your body. Add another layer to your core and it will help.

Your head loses a lot of heat. More than you would expect. Wear a hat.

If you are out in the cold, do not under any circumstances get wet. Staying dry is incredibly important to avoid hypothermia and frostbite.

Do not touch metal with bare skin in freezing temperatures.

Elevation has a big effect on the amount of snow that falls and the amount of snow that sticks around. The town that I work in is about 100 feet higher above sea level than the town I live in, and it gets inches more snow.

Snow sticks together. As snow slowly slips off of a rooftop, it will form an overhang. This overhang can get like a foot long, and can fall unexpectedly.

Idk if this will have any bearing on your story, but in a very rural mountain area like I live in, power lines go down all the top. Practically every snow storm. People around here have generators. This is part of why you have wood stove. So you can still keep warm when other more modern heating methods fail. If you don't have a wood stove, and are in a situation where you have no other way to stay warm, you put on all of the clothes that you own. Extreme cold can get you fast.

On a related note, a lot of houses around here are manufactured homes, and heating by an oil furnace. This means that the oil tank is outside of the home, and you have to fill it with a different more expensive kind of oil so it won't freeze on you.

Similarly, if your water pipes aren't kept warm enough the water inside can freeze and explode the pipe.

Ice is incredibly strong and impossible to contain. If you have a sealed container with liquid inside, it will freeze in the cold. If there is not enough room inside for the ice, it will explode.

I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in my lunchbox the other day that was outside with me for a few hours, and some of the water inside the jelly froze and it was kind of crunchy when I ate it. A bit of a strange experience, but water inside food will also freeze in the cold.

Contrary to popular belief there is in fact snow in California and I have been to the snow. For most Californians we’ve gotta visit the snow. We go to the snow, the snow doesn’t come to us. There are some Californians who live in the snow but they live in really rural areas in the mountains or far up north.

All of this is to say that I’ve seen snow. I’ve walked in snow. I’ve kept warm in a snowstorm. I’ve slipped on black ice and seen The Slush but I haven’t lived it long term.

So part of the book I’m writing takes place in the bit of winter just before spring when there’s The Slush and black ice forms overnight and I’m having to Google some things like do you have to prepare a house for snow and are mud rooms real and at what point is a scarf mandatory for your lungs to not freeze over and can there be snow and spring at the same time I’m not sure

[marsprincess889]

Astrology rant

I hope astro blogs and astro lovers read this

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Hi guys I hope you're doing well🤍

These months(17 of them?) of running an astro blog have made me see a variety of opinions regarding a lot of things, mainly_ astrology.

I want to say that this is obviously social media and it's barely a solid, reliable place for sharing or getting info, but on the other side of this, the freedom of internet and, at least relative anonimity can produce truly remarkable insights/statements that you won't see anywhere else. You can never know how true or untrue someone can be unless you really read what they've written(or listen to what they've recorded) and take it in.

But it is still so rare for me to find a blog that shares most of my views. I mean, anyone with an access to internet can start an astrology blog. It's so easy to copy and paste articles on the internet and put them here. They can get thousands of notes and people will believe them and share that unverified info that's been distorted through copying and repetition, to others(which is a whole another, very sad story).

And on most days I just mind my business and work on myself, not wanting to even go close to that energy. I might politely comment on posts that seem false to me, just expressing my suspicions or opinions and asking for theirs in return, but to be very honest, I am tired of seeing the same faulty takes and overall approach. So here are some things that, to me, are just ???? so questionable to say the least(with added reasons):

1. Mixing Vedic and Western

In many ways.

Outer planets that are only used in Western? Sure, here are descriptions and "observations" of them in Vedic nakshatras.

Asteroids that Vedic does not look at? Here are explanations of them in nakshatras too. (But there's an exception that I talk about later)

Western composite and synastry aspects? Yeah here is their analysis based on Vedic charts.

And so many more.

It's not a question of whether their "formulas" mix or not, but a question of integrity and of what you follow.

2. Nakshatras in D9(navamsa) and other divisional charts (!)

Whyyyyyy. Just tell me why.

I don't think anyone who uses nakshatras in any divisional chart has really thought about it.

And before they make say to me something like "you should be open minded" or "people resonate with it"(people are complex and can resonate to many things but nakshatras in divisional charts are not the explanation behind that), they should just read my post on my pinned masterlist about that.

Like I'm this 🤏 close to launching an inquisition to just call out every blog who does this, because it's alarming how many people can defend an illogical point with such unwillingness to see the opposite take.

I feel strongly about this one and I kinda judge people who go with it.

There are no nakshatrs in D9 cause divisional signs are hypothetical, nakshatras are actual stars in the sky. Case closed.

3. Asteroid obsession

Look guys, I love asteroids as much as the next person, if not more. And it makes sense for astrology lovers to be really into asteroids, since astrology is mythological already and asteroids open up a whole variety of different mythological associations and, with them, the potential of embodying them.

But here's where most people can reach error: asteroids cannot be holding the same influence/power as other planets.

There are so many posts with lengthy descriptions of asteroid placements in signs, houses or them aspecting planets with sextiles, trines(those aspects don't matter in most cases when it comes to asteroids).

I think asteroids only ever really hold power if they are closely(4 degrees at most) conjunct or opposite big three or other important planets, and important planets/points are unique to each chart. Asteroid interpretation requires realness with yourself and others and, more importantly, common sense. And yeah, you can interpret them in nakshatras ONLY IF they are tightly conjunct an important planet and you have some examples.

I've seen a lot of obsession with asteroids such as Lilith, Aphrodite, Sirene, Groom, Briede.

Yeah online astrology can generate the need to compare yourself to others, which is silly, cause all charts are unique and have a unique beauty, and there's no such things as "more" or "less" unique anything.

4. Making stuff up

Ok here I'm talking about takes that are barely backed by valid examples.

Like when a blog attributes a theme or a pattern to a placement that has not a lot in common with its original association and/or is backed by examples that are not really viable.

Like when someone says: "Ashwini is associated with .......(insert some specific scenario/trope). Examples: *this actor*_ mars in Ashwini, *this actress*_ D9 ketu in Ashwini(are you for real...), *this person*_ their D393747838 Mercury in Ashwini, time unspecified so might be Bharani."

I know this sounds exaggerated(the last example obviously is) but I've really seen blogs where mars or venus or mercury(jupiter and saturn too) are used as exmaples for a nakshatra. And I've seen a whole blog that focuses on D60 ketus a lot.

Now, I think that stems from a desire to associate specific feelings/vibes and themes that they are into with placements that they most likely have, in a way that feels original. But you can't just take vague feelings/suspicions and present them as logical observations or facts, it doesn't work like that😭

A lot of "vibes" or feelings that I had about nakshatras did turn out to be true, but I had to wait to find proof myself, and sometimes the observations can change a little after discovering solid examples and it makes it all clear.

5. Shallow Stereotyping

I know, astrology is built on "strerotypes", but to me they're more archetypes.

A lot of narrow stereotyping can come from more influential astrologers.

This is especially common in Vedic astrology and with people who follow Claire Nakti.

For example, with her, I love how she uses art and real life people as examples but she too can make mistakes. And she has, and if she discovers them, she adds them as disclaimers in her descriptions.

I think sometimes she can be narrow with her observations, which isn't necessarily bad, but when people see those as undisputably true and more important than their own or other astrologers' observations, then it is.

For example, she made 3 videos about Bharani but I still think she missed some important themes because she was stuck on providing more and more detail for the same point😭

Trusting influential astrologers blindly and quoting/paraphrasing them to prove their own points is a real epidemic.

Just fyi, crediting them while proving their point with your own examples is not the same.

So, anyone can make mistakes, and everyone should be open to changing their mind, but never without real examples and proof.

6. Style over substance

Possibly the biggest problem that is the root of most of other problems in this "community".

The reason why astrology became pop is because of simplifications and, more importantly, flashy images and words.

I've already made a post about how harmful I think the irresponsibility of sharing faulty astrological info is. I'm disturbed by all that manic energy around a thing that should be low-pressure but valid and educational.

I don't think astrology is meant to help you make desicions in a direct way, or to be used as the ultimate filter to judge others and look at the world. It's not the end-all be-all truth at all, not at all. But it is something that a lot of people take seriously and I just have little to no respect for blogs that use AI or don't care for logic or facts.

People here can argue and defend AI in astrology😭 they can irresponsibly make contradictory statements, have no verified observations of their own whatsoever and still act like the expert while interacting or posting.

That's all I wanna say about this right now.

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Comment, reblog, message me, like even, whatever. I want to know what others think about any of this.

[sissylittlefeather]

If You Talk In Your Sleep

Chapter 1

A/N: I wouldn't be me if I only wrote one series at a time. So here is Elvis x reader in Vegas in 1969. It's going to get dramatic, so hang on tight, friends. Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: 18+ minors absolutely DNI, smut, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, also a tad bit of angst and mentions of domestic violence (not Elvis)

Word count: ~3.8k

The only thing that glitters more than Las Vegas in 1969 is you. Your dress, your shoes, the insane amount of jewelry you're wearing, even your purse shimmers under the lights. It's almost like you're trying to catch someone's attention. And truthfully, you are. Your husband is a cruel man and although he keeps you dripping in diamonds, you'd be lying if you said you weren't lonely. He's what they call a “Casino Boss”. You're not exactly sure what that means, but you know it's hard and violent. It must be pretty stressful too because he yells at you constantly. He's never hit you, but he has pushed you and grabbed your face and you do everything in your power to keep him happy. Despite his anger issues, he swears that he loves you more than life itself, so he always comes back to you with presents after he's particularly harsh. Still, you're tired of it. Tired of walking on eggshells. And as much as he says he loves you, it's more like he loves the idea of you. He never listens to you or treats you like anything beyond a pretty little trophy that he can smother in jewelry and ignore. It's not an ideal existence, but what can you do?

Most nights you dress to the nines and sit somewhere in a casino waiting for someone to see you. In the beginning, your husband made you come to work with him, but as time has passed, he wants you near him less and less. You're not sure if he's messing around or if he's just secure in the fact that you aren't going anywhere, but you spend most of your time alone. Men approach you all the time, but they've never been interesting enough to tempt you into anything dangerous.

Tonight, you sit here in a gold dress, your hair in big waves as it cascades down your shoulders. You swirl a straw in your drink and take a sip, bored. It feels like you might suffocate if you sit here for another second, so you stand up and walk away, headed for a back door to get some air. As you walk, the reality of your life overwhelms you, you feel the tears start to gather, and by the time you make it outside, they're running down your face. You wrap your arms around yourself and sob. It's cold in the desert at night and the emptiness is overwhelming.

Elvis sits at the blackjack table surrounded by pretty girls and all of his best friends. But even with all the company, he stares at his cards and soaks in the loneliness. His career has finally started to take off again and on stage he feels like he's found himself. But when he's not on stage, he feels trapped. Trapped by a marriage he didn't really want, forced into curated friendships with people that seem to like their paychecks more than they like him. He somehow feels completely unseen, despite the constant attention.

“Sir…?” The dealer asks him hesitantly. He shakes his head and slides his cards forward. Then he stands up and half of the men at the table stand up too.

“Where we goin’, boss?” Several of the girls stroke him and whine that he's leaving so soon. Their hands feel cold and all he sees is dollar signs in their eyes.

“Bathroom. Don't follow me.” He turns from the table and walks away. Several of the men try to and he dismisses them. He heads down a hallway, but doesn't turn into the restroom. Instead, he heads for a door to the outside. He doesn't even care if he'll be able to get back in as he pushes it open aggressively and steps out into the darkness.

You try to wipe your eyes and fade into the shadows, praying he won't see you. But of course he does.

“Oh, honey, I'm sorry. Is this spot taken?” He smirks playfully and then notices your face. His eyebrows come together in concern and he takes a step closer. “You okay?”

“Oh, I'm just peachy.” You shiver and wish you had a cigarette. He pulls a cigar out of his pocket and lights it, watching you closely.

“You don't look peachy. I mean, you look beautiful, but not happy.” He takes a drag from the cigar and you look into his face. You know who he is, but you're not in the mood to acknowledge his celebrity status. You need a human.

“Well, thank you. But no, I'm not happy.” As you say it, more tears slip down your cheeks. His heart breaks a little for you and he reaches into his breast pocket, pulling out a white handkerchief with “EP” embroidered on it in dark blue.

“Here, doll.” You take it and dab at your eyes and he notices how you shiver. He has a thought to take his jacket off, but he can't. “I'd give you my coat, honey, but I've got nothing on under it. Here. C’mere.”

He holds the cigar in his teeth and reaches for you, running his hands up and down your arms in an attempt to warm you up.

“That better?” You smile a little, but you're still freezing.

“Thanks.”

“I'm Elvis.” He smiles and holds his cigar in his fingers as he continues rubbing on your arms.

“You don't say.” You giggle and he chuckles. Then, emboldened by your drinks and the privacy of your location, you gesture to his cigar with your head. “Can I get some of that?”

His eyes widen in surprise, but he nods.

“Sure, honey.” He hands it to you and watches as you take a few drags and exhale slowly. After you do, you shiver again and he clicks his tongue. “You're still freezing.”

He flicks the cigar, there wasn't much left anyway, and unbuttons his jacket. When he holds it open for you, exposing his naked upper half underneath, you blink several times.

“Get in here. I'm warm, I promise.” You look at him in awe and wonder if he's noticed the ring on your hand. It's 7 carats, so it's hard to ignore. “I won't bite ya, honey.”

You look around and realize that no one would ever know. Then, you decide you don't care if they do and step towards him, sliding your arms around his waist. He wraps the jacket and himself around you.

“Ain't that better?” You nod against his chest. He really is warm and it feels so nice to have him around you like this. Add to that the way he smells and you're practically swooning. “You wanna tell me what's got you so upset?”

You take a deep breath and try to decide what you should say.

“I really don't.” He nods and looks down at you.

“I understand that, honey. Better than you know.” For a minute it looks like he's going to kiss you, but he doesn't. Instead, he sighs deeply. “I should go back inside.”

You nod and start to pull away from him, but he squeezes you tighter.

“Just a second. This is nice.” He doesn't say how badly he needs the affection, but you can sense that he needs something from you, so you snuggle into him again. “What's your name, doll?”

You tell him and he whispers it back to you. To your utter shock, he kisses your forehead before he backs away.

“Okay. It's probably time.”

You nod and pull away as he turns back to the door. But there's no handle and he stares at it in disbelief.

“How were you plannin' on getting back in?” He asks, still looking at the door. You miss his arms around you, but you shrug.

“No idea. Hadn't thought that far.” He chuckles and then takes your hand.

“We better head around to the front of the casino.” He guides you back to the entrance of the building and then stands there with you in front of the doors. After a few beats, you pull out his handkerchief and try to hand it back to him.

“Thank you. For everything.”

“You keep it, honey.” You stand there for another couple of seconds.

“Well, I guess I should go back inside–” As you say it, his crowd of followers busts through the door and there's a flurry of activity as they fuss over him and scold him for leaving them. You think to yourself that he seems like a child being admonished for running away. When your eyes meet his, they're full of bitterness and he shrugs.

“I'm fine, y'all. Let's just go.” He calls for his car and you turn to make your way into the hotel. “Wait, honey.”

He jogs over to you at the doors and takes your hands in his.

“Come with me.”

“Elvis, I can't.”

“Why not?” You hold up your left hand for him to see your ring.

“Yeah, I saw that. Something tells me you need to take it off for the night.” He looks at you, his blue eyes piercing your soul. For a second, you wonder how he knew, and then you don't care anymore, not one bit.

“That would be nice.”

“I thought so. Come on.” He slips the ring off your finger and into his pocket and then takes your elbow, leading you towards his car. A bunch of the other guys pile in with you, but they don't say anything about the fact that you've joined them. You ride along in silence with his arm around your shoulders, his hand intertwined with yours. It doesn't take long at all to get back to the International hotel. At the elevator, the guys try to come with you expecting a party like they've had almost every night, but he shakes his head. That's all it takes for them to stay behind. Once the doors close, he turns and leans against the wall of the elevator. You know he's married too, but you hate to bring it up. Instead, you smile awkwardly.

“C’mere, honey.” He holds his arms out to you like he did behind the casino and you go to him, wrapping your arms around his waist again. You stand like that, snuggled together, until the doors slide open and he guides you into his suite with his hand on the small of your back.

“You wanna drink?” He asks, walking to a bar at the side of the room. You've never cheated on Carl before. A drink would probably help.

“Sure.”

“What do you want?”

“Whatever you have.” You hear him put ice in a glass and then pour some things in it. He brings it to you and you immediately recognize it as a screwdriver. “Thanks.”

“You're welcome, honey.” He watches as you take a small sip. “Do I make you nervous?”

“No.” You shake your head. “The situation does. But you don't really.”

He smiles warmly and then settles himself next to you on the couch.

“Please talk to me. No one ever talks to me.” He looks over at you with a look somewhere between bitter and sad.

“You have so many people–”

“They talk at me and about me. No one ever talks to me. Not really. Not about anything real.” You take another big gulp of your drink and then turn to face him, kicking your shoes off and tucking your feet up under you.

“I don't wanna be married anymore. My husband is not… nice. And I miss being a person.” He looks into your eyes with more understanding than you expected.

“My wife is cold. She wasn't before we got married, but after? She's just… cold.” You lean forward and push your fingers into his hair.

“You seem like the kind of man that needs warmth.” He nods.

“I really am. So I guess what I'm sayin’ is I understand not wantin’ to be married.” He sits in silence for a bit, reveling in the feeling of your hand in his hair. Then, he looks at you again. “Does he hurt you?”

You pull your hand back and move away, but he gently grabs you and pulls you almost into his lap.

“Sometimes. Not bad. No bruises or anything.”

“Honey, he doesn't have to leave marks on you to hurt you.” He grits his teeth a little, obviously angry that anyone could ever hurt you. “What's he do?”

“He's the Casino Boss at the Flamingo.”

“Oh.” Elvis understands that means he's dangerous. But he doesn't let go of you or anything. Instead, he buries his head in your neck and leaves soft kisses there. He continues pressing his lips to your skin, moving down your chest.

“Elvis…”

“Yes, doll?” He asks between kisses on your breasts.

“This could only ever happen once.”

“I'm not known for my faithfulness to women.” He murmurs and you take that as him understanding what can and cannot happen. You pull away from him and stand up, his eyes wide as he watches you. Then, you push the straps of your dress off of your shoulders and let it fall into a shiny pool at your feet. This leaves you in just your panties, so you turn and walk towards what you assume is the bedroom. It doesn't take him long at all to stand up and follow you. At the doorway, you turn and wrap yourself around him. He leans down and kisses you deeply.

“Tonight is a vacation.” You whisper.

“Viva Las Vegas…” He whispers in return before grabbing the backs of your thighs and lifting you into his arms. You whimper as he carries you to the bed and lays you down on the satin sheets. His jacket and pants are off before you even know what's happening and then he's on top of you, pressing his lips to every inch of you that he can reach.

His mouth finds your nipple and he teases it with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth. He moves to the other one and gives it the same attention. You haven't been this turned on in years and your body responds as such, making a damp spot on your panties. He continues to kiss down your body and then rolls your underwear down your legs and off, leaving you completely exposed to him.

“Need to taste you, doll.” He moans softly, dropping hot kisses on your hips and thighs. You spread your legs for him and he groans at the sight of your glistening pussy. He settles his body into the space between your open thighs and teases your slit with his fingertip. “So wet for me, honey. Such a pretty pussy.”

Two fingers slide inside you and you gasp at the sensation. When he lowers his mouth to your clit and begins to lick you, you damn-near pass out. Carl hasn't gone down on you since before you were married. And even when he did, he wasn't this caring or skilled.

“Oh God, Elvis…” You moan, your hand grasping the front of his hair.

“That's it, baby. Let me give you what you need.” He growls against your sensitive flesh and you tremble with desire. You feel the edges of your orgasm as it starts to approach.

“I'm gonna cum…” You whimper and roll your hips against his face as he eats you. He groans and nods, looking up at you with his face buried in your pussy. His tongue moves so fast that you'd swear it was detached from his body. But it's not and the delicious sensation of him working you with his tongue has you so close you can almost taste it. “Fuck! Elvis!”

You scream as your climax washes over you, filling your body with electricity as you pulse around his fingers, curled just right to hit your g-spot. He licks you until he feels you relax and then pulls back, his lips and chin shiny with your arousal.

“You taste like heaven, doll.” He whispers as he presses his lips to your body again, rolling his hips against your thigh. His cock is rock hard where it presses into you and you moan softly when you feel it.

“I wanna make you feel good, baby.” You murmur to him as he makes it back to your mouth. He kisses you deeply as your hand trails down his chest and you take his member in your hand.

“Mmm, honey, just like that.” He moans softly as you pump him, sliding his foreskin back and forth.

“Please fuck me, Elvis. Please.” You moan and nibble on his earlobe. He groans and nods.

“That what you want, doll? You want this cock?”

“Yes, please.” He hovers over you, lining himself up with your entrance. You whimper as he slides his tip through your folds. Then, he slowly starts to push into you.

“Fuck, honey, you're so tight. Breathe for me.” You take a deep breath in an attempt to relax, but all you can think about is the fact that Carl will kill Elvis if he ever finds out about this. “You okay?”

He lifts his head up and looks down at you with his eyebrows pulled together in concern.

“I-I'm scared.” You whisper.

“Of me?” He pulls out and settles beside you.

“No. If my husband ever finds out… he'll kill you.” Elvis sighs deeply and runs his hand through his hair.

“So he won't find out. Do you not want this?” He gently runs his fingertips up and down your body as he speaks.

“I do. I really do. I'd just hate to read about you being found in a hole in the desert.” You turn your head to look at him and he smirks.

“Honey. I'm Elvis Presley. You think I'm afraid of your husband?” It dawns on you that he has no idea who he's dealing with and what it would mean for anyone to find out about you.

“Elvis, my husband is a dangerous man. And he works with a lot of dangerous men who live to beat people with baseball bats. I'm not sure you want to do this.” He moves his hand up to your cheek and looks you in the eye.

“Honey, listen to me. I'm not scared. I have a lot of bodyguards and I know how to protect myself. If you don't wanna do this, I understand, but if you do, you’re safe.” He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear and then kisses your cheek softly. There's a strange amount of intimacy between the two of you, considering you've known each other less than 6 hours. You look into his eyes and think to yourself that it's not you you're worried about. But his eyes are so reassuring that you decide you'll cross that bridge when you come to it. For now, you need him.

“I want this.” You whisper as you roll him onto his back and straddle his hips. Again, you drag the head of his cock against you and then sink down onto him. It takes a bit for you to slip all of him inside you, but it's worth it. When he fills you fully, you moan in unison, throwing your head back in pleasure. “Oh God, Elvis.”

As you begin to move on him, his hands go to your hips and he guides you, moaning. He rolls you deep and slow, rocking you back and forth like a ship on the ocean. The speed, depth, and angle of his movements have your eyes rolling back in your head.

“That's good, doll. Fuck, that's good.” He moves you on him with more speed and more pressure as he races towards his high. You feel another orgasm start to gather in your belly and lean forward onto his chest as he starts to fuck you from underneath. He punctuates each thrust with a soft moan. “Cum for me again, honey. I wanna feel you.”

It doesn't take much more for you to do exactly as he asks and tumble over the edge into another climax, your pussy squeezing him just right.

“Oh, fuck.” He fully intends to pull you off of him, as he always does with his one-night girls, but something keeps him right where he is and he cums deep inside you, his cock throbbing with his release. You relax into each other, panting and sweating and he wraps his arms around you. What is it about you that's making him like this? After several minutes in this position, you peel yourself off of him and start to get dressed. “You have to leave so quick, honey?”

You glance at the clock on the wall. It's almost three.

“My husband gets off around four. I have to be home when he gets there.” He tries not to sigh too deeply. For some reason, he had kind of hoped you'd stay and sleep with him.

“Where do you live?”

“The Flamingo. We have a suite.” He nods and watches as you put yourself back together again, walking to the living room to fetch your dress. You walk back into the bedroom fully dressed and look at him in the bed.

“Elvis, I told you. One night only. This can't be a thing.” He nods reluctantly and holds his hand out for you to walk closer and take it. You do, kissing his knuckles softly.

“I know, doll. But it was fun while it lasted.” You sit on the bed and he pulls you into his arms, not wanting to let go.

“How long are you here?” You ask quietly.

“As long as I want to be. But it doesn't matter. Does it?” He asks with a sliver of hope in his voice.

“No. It doesn't.” You stand up away from him and move towards the door. “Goodbye, Elvis.”

“Goodbye, honey.” He watches as you disappear through the bedroom door and then listens for the front door of the suite to close. He lays back, looking up at the ceiling for a while, missing you. On the street, you hail a cab and make it home just in time. You're in bed, almost asleep when you hear Carl open the front door. He doesn't disturb you, but instead gets undressed and slips under the covers. Every single part of you wishes he was Elvis and you squeeze your eyes shut to keep the tears from falling.

Back in his room, Elvis tries to go to sleep without thinking of you, but he's wildly unsuccessful. There's something about the way you seem to understand his loneliness that makes him wish he could see you again.

Still, you both lay in your respective beds trying to go to sleep. But the sun comes up on both of you still awake.

Elvis sighs deeply and drags himself out of bed, resigned to the fact that sleep is not happening. He walks to his jacket, picking it up off the floor and shaking it. Something falls out and hits the floor with a small thud.

“What the…?” He picks your ring up and holds it up to the light, a sly smile spreading across his face. Now he'll have to see you again.

******

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[patchworkcuddlebug]

Humanity

[CW: Passive suicidal ideation.]

Being a person feels... heavy. Like I'm always full of something. It didn't have to be gross, but it usually was. Sometimes it was something with an easy word to it, like disdain or cowardice, but usually it was more vague. Some sort of congealed, disgusting mass that's been slowly accumulating for as long as I've been alive, weighing my guts down until I'm too stressed to eat and too tired to sleep.

I don't want to die. Death sounds too painful, and I'm scared of commitment. But, as I looked out into the bay, waiting for the traffic on the toll bridge to advance, I can't help but daydream. If I drove into the river, just by some freak accident out of my control, I... wouldn't do much to fight it. I would just let whatever happens happen as I sit still. Let this heaviness in my chest weigh me down and drown me.

My whole life was like that, really. Just moment after moment of letting things out of my control happen to me. My parents never really let me do much, either because we didn't have money, or they decided it wasn't right. I had to move out young after they died, and that didn't give me much of a choice in where to work and where to rent. I didn't even have a chance to think about what my major would've been.

Being a waitress meant doing what you're told when you're told, which table to go to and what to bring them, and what to clean. The work itself was fine, it's just... everything around it. The same awful people just as trapped here as I am, the same inconsiderate boss that barely pays me enough to buy vegetables, the same disgusting smell of fish and chips, all building up and coagulating little by little.

The only way I could get through an average work day was by shutting my brain off and just letting my body move on its own. The years I've worked there have just been the same fog of meaningless obedience. It's a sort of torture, suppressing your ego all just to become your work, for the sake of people you hate. Just feeling full and heavy and gross.

That's how I survived most of my life. Ever since I started school, I learned quick that you keep your head down and go with the flow. Don't be too loud, too big, too anything. Just look pretty and do what you're told without thinking too hard about what you're doing. Try not to feel too much.

Of course dying isn't that big of a deal. I don't feel like I was ever truly alive, ever something that could really be called a person.

Oh, I'm home.

God it's so cold out. It's like the wind is trying to bite me through my coat. I really wish our heating worked, but I've given up trying to fight for it a long time ago.

I can hear the music from here. I swear to fucking god if she's throwing another party I'm going to scream. She can't keep doing this, she really can't.

I fumble with my keys because it's too cold in the hallway, and I struggle with the lock because it hasn't been replaced in over a decade. This is the right key, and I keep trying to turn it, but it won't unlock and my fingers are starting to hurt.

Today needs to end. Please. I just need to stop, after everything, I just need things to stop and let me be still for a single fucking-

Finally.

I leave the door open for as little time as I can. I don't even take my coat off before I march into the living room. She's there, on the couch with more friends than I've ever met. They're all smiling, talking with each other, and having fun. They're smoking weed inside.

I need to stop looking at the one sitting on the arm of the couch, she's not important right now.

"Hey, what the fuck?!" I raise my voice to be heard over the music and drunken ramblings. "I told you that you can't keep doing this, I'M the one who gets in shit for this with the landlord!"

She looked around her, gauging her guests' reactions. She forces a timid smile. "Hey, you don't have to make a big deal out of this, alright? Nothing's gonna happen if nobody tells on us, so just relax." She turns away from me, back to the others. To the woman on the arm of the couch. My roommate falls into this sort of drunken fawning, trying to excuse my behaviour, but that woman on the arm of the couch doesn't join in with them exaggeratedly rolling their eyes or shooing me away.

"I'm not the bad guy here! You're the one who keeps...!" I wince, bringing a hand over my eyes as I recoil into the door frame. It's so loud. "Fuck it, I can't do this with you, I'm going to bed." I turn and leave and slam my door and lock it. She turns the music back up. I'm ordering food and going to sleep.

After I stop crying.

. . . . .

"Do you like your life, darling?"

I'm floating. I'm naked. I can't tell where I am. I don't think I'm anywhere.

"...No."

The woman from earlier. I couldn't stop thinking about her all night. The way she looked, how she carried herself, it was just stuck in my brain.

She's so... big. She's towering over me. I'm like a toy, barely up to her shins.

This isn't a dream. She's there. I can feel her in front of me, almost more real than being awake. I've never been more lucid before.

"Such a poor thing..." She looks so sad. For me?

She's kneeling. "Let me take all that hurt away. I've always wanted nothing more than to help someone like you live the life they deserve." I should be scared. I shouldn't trust her. "I already know you'd make such a good doll~"

I look down at my body. It's fluctuating, moving in and out as I look at myself. My torso is flat and wooden like a marionette, but with each breath in it expands with cloth instead of skin. I can feel the seems of my stitches, the plastic of my joints, the clattering of my porcelain, all at once. It feels... welcome.

She's reaching for me. I know I should flinch, I should be scared of her crushing me as she wraps her hands around me like a doll, but I can't even remember what such a distrust would feel like. She's pulling me to eye level.

Why does her touch feel so... nice?

I feel a breach, like I've just come up for air. I can feel my soul hack and sputter, and finally begin to breathe. I've never felt so light, so emptied. Everything disgusting inside of myself was drained away. Have I been drowning all this time?

"Meet me whenever you're ready, darling." I know where she means. I see her manor, grand and sprawling, but tucked away just out of sight. I can see it so perfectly. "I'll be waiting for you there."

Her hands start to loosen, and I start to fall, further and further away from Miss.

I inhale sharply, way too deeply, as I wake up. It feels like I'm gasping for air. My whole body... hurts is the wrong word, there's a heavy rawness pulsating through me. It's not the heaviness normally in my chest. I'm in a puddle of sweat. I can feel my heartbeat behind my eyes.

My phone says it's 4:37 am. I don't care. I need to see her.

. . . . .

It's a blur. I'm on autopilot, too wired to think. This doesn't feel like before, this isn't the fog. This is pure intention.

I find myself in my car, driving to her. I know where to go, I know. I need to get there. I can't afford to waste any time.

I leave my car parked on a dirt road and wander into the forest just as the sun starts to rise. I didn't bother grabbing anything I didn't need to get here, and I left what i did grab in the car anyway. I didn't even take the keys out of the ignition. Whatever happens, I'm not coming back.

It's a few minutes of walking from the road to her manor. I have plenty of time to reconsider. It's not too late to go back. I'm afraid, of course. My self-preservation is trying to restrain me by my neck. But every time I think about giving into that fear, that complacency stopping me from stepping into the unknown, the idea of returning to what was... I keep walking. I couldn't explain why. Too much momentum, too heavy to bother stopping.

I'm here. Oh god, this is really happening. I lean against the house on an outstretched arm as I stare at the front door. It's thick and wooden, like something from a fairy tale. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and raise a fist. She opens the door before I can knock.

This is really happening.

"Oh, I'm so happy you came, darling!" She quickly reaches an arm around me and ushers me through the door. "And so quick, too! I knew I made the right choice."

She sits me down on the couch and disappears just a room away. Before I can even admire the decor, she returns with two glasses, and a jug of iced tea. She sits down beside me, pours herself a glass, and sets the jug out of my reach.

She takes a swig of her drink, leaning back and swirling it in her cup. She stretches her arm across the back of the couch. I could cuddle up to her so easily, and I've never before felt this tempted to do that with someone. "Tell me what you know about dolls."

I feel something I've never felt before. Just a little, just enough.

"U-uh..." I try to gather everything I can. I don't know why I'm so caught off guard by the question, I came here for a reason. But saying it out loud, actually articulating these feelings, is something totally foreign.

"A doll is like a person, but... not." I take a deep breath. I feel like I'm standing in front of a stadium of thousands. "Witches use their magic to turn people into dolls so they can have servants. And... there are rules to being a doll, like how you have to call yourself an object, and do everything you're told."

I look at her for approval. She's waiting for me to continue. "Am I gonna be a doll?"

The witch almost... melts. She has such a kind, compassionate smile. She sets her drink down and turns her body to face me as much as she can. "Do you want to be a doll, darling?"

"I... I mean, I, uh..." I have never felt more like prey. Why is my face so warm? I'd do anything for her.

She reaches out and takes my hands, that I was holding up to my chest defensively. I leave them limp, just letting her grab them. I feel my shoulders start to lower just a little bit. She's so warm.

"Dolls are empty spaces shaped like people." She teaches me. "Dolls are objects that are obedient and docile. There's a special feeling they have called stillness, where your thoughts go away and you just feel happy." She starts to smile, a tender eagerness. "Can you feel it now?"

I feel it. I feel it. I feel it, I feel it. The stillness. She's making me still. It's gone. I don't feel heavy. I'm empty in such a wonderful way. I feel like I could float through the breeze for the rest of my life and be perfectly happy. Like I could do anything, and I would be happy. Is this what life was supposed to feel like? All this time?

"It's a big decision, darling." Her voice is so... magical. It's calming, it's exciting, it's everything to me. "This can only happen if you want it to. Think about your old life, everything you'll leave behind. This is your last chance."

I think about being a human. I think about everything that comes with being a human, the things I'll lose. My autonomy, my identity, things I was never granted in the first place. The privilege of destroying my self just a little every day, all to save myself the trouble of feeling. More than anything, that disgusting heavy feeling, the filth so deeply compacted inside me I thought it was inherent to being.

"Y... y-yes... yes, I want to be a doll!" I'm smiling so wide. Crying hasn't felt this good in a long, long time.

The witch smiles back at me. She pulls me into her, hugging me so tenderly. She's soft, and warm, and so many things.

"You're going to become such a good doll."

Good doll. I can finally feel good.

[atangledfate]

Lanolin trusted Dawn and Altriss to keep any GUN agents in line, and this was more about helping people. So both sides should be willing to concede on some fronts. But if anyone could handle a bunch of hack job soldiers it was Altriss. He was a War Doctor after all, and they needed to get help in here no matter what they had to do to get it.

" Dawn i'll let you handle things here... if Jewel ends up here, i need someone to send word to us at the command center. If Surge comes back here, tell her i'm heading to the command center and she should join us as soon as she can. "

The Sheep turned on her heels and made her way out of the infirmary. With the Mouse noddig in response before turning to Twist with a deep sigh. She was more then ready to help as all of her were starting to get pretty tired if she as honest.

" Right, i'll start compiling a list of all injured and if they can send medics i'll prepare a duty list. "

Dawn closed her eyes and held her breath and two more of her POPPED into existence! as she looked at 41 and 42 with a hand on her hip!

" You two know what to do so hop to! "

She turned to Twist and took a deep breath looking a little more hangered then before but she could still keep things going as it were.

" Those two will keep the patients orderly... at least until things get a little less crazy--- need anything else? "

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Jewel was trying to focus on the two's conversation and could see the panic in there voices. Well at least one of them was panicked and the other was trying to be rationale about it. That was good she could work with that, as it sounded like they didn't really want to get on GUN's bad side. But if GUN got there way she was sure they'd just arrest everyone on base and be done with it. She didn't have any idea what was going on at command yet, so she was sort of in the dark here. But she if she could convince these two it was there best interest to help her then, she might get out of this intact.

" I know you probably don't trust me... but i was just Clutches hostage. I can tell you he cut and run... and concerning your employ i believe i recall him mentioning you as expendable... right before he tried have me thrown in an incinerator... "

She was being honest with the two no matter how they might react she hoped the truth would be her best weapon.

" People like clutch are only in it for themselves. He just wanted Restorations assets, and he was using you two to get it. Which makes you both an accessary to grand Larceny. "

She tried to sit up but just made her head spin and her antenna drooped in response. She felt like she might get sick or worse right there on the spot!

" I doubt either of you realized what was going on... or worse you felt you had no choice. My offer stands... but ultimately the choice is yours. Do you want to go back to a life of crime, always on the run? or do you want to prove miss vanilla right... and that you two can do better..."

"I'll get them on the horn as fast as I can." Twist may not be in service anymore, though he still kept in contact with a lot of his buddies which had really moved up the ladder. Enough to where the lemur was sure they could make something work for him. "Though I can't promise they won't try to send any of their own medical staff here to oversee things. Hopefully I can get an old friend who's more laxed and won't overstep." He knew that when it came to medics they weren't the biggest fan of someone stepping on what one would consider their turf.

Twist then turned his attention to one of the nurses. "I suppose a list of all civilians injured. If I know on thing that hasn't changed is them doing a double check on anyone they let through." The lemur didn't know much about The Restoration besides what he heard so doubts they'd attempt to sneak any members out as an injured civilian, though one can never be too careful.

"Wouldn't hurt to add the level of injury they have to make sure anyone with more severe injuries are taken with a bit more priority to make sure they're safely transferred." Twist was well aware that improper transfer with an injured could make the problem worse, cause new ones, or even end a life. "Might be good to find someone on this side ready to help keep people in order. Once people hear they get to leave some might try to rush and that'll be a whole different problem."

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"G.U.N is here?! We're so screwed! Of all the people who's attention we didn't want to get G.U.N was at the very top of the list! Those guys are ruthless! No way we can survive being taken in by them!" Rough and Tumble may have caused problems, though it was always FAR below anything to get the attention of G.U.N. Getting on their list is a good way to find yourself in an early grave.

"Whoa, hold on bro. G.U.N may be here, though there's no way to know for sure if they're coming after us too. After all, we were in those outfits all this time. I mean, for all they know we aren't even here." Tumble was clearly the more level headed of the two, though even he was sweating quite a bit at the thought of getting put on G.U.Ns list for being a threat. From what the skunk knew they shot first and asked questions pretty much never.

Rough would take a few breaths as Tumble did have a point. "Yeah, that's a good point bro. Just, G.U.N isn't something I want either of us to deal with, ever." The skunk would rather take the fall and have Tumble go free then both be on G.U.N's bad side. Now that he was calm he could focus on Jewel's strange offer. "We still work for Clutch. I mean, I think we do. He didn't fire us, right?"

"Nah, he didn't fire us bro. Not like we can call him and ask him too since he was the one who usually called us. Typically from a burner phone." Despite Tumble clearing seeming to have more brains then Rough they both were still a bit dumb. "Never been arrested without getting fired. Kinda weird he hasn't called us angrily shouting we're fired."

[starrrlights]

... I'll save you p1 p2

(I guess reader already knows that Ekko is a firelight??? It was kinda in-between and I didn't want to rewrite the whole thing)

Ekko tried to make the trip back to the firelights base as fast as he could with you on his hover board, zipping through the city at an alarming rate.

He held you close to him, trying to avoid touching any wounds, but that seemed nearly impossible from how badly you were beat up.

He kept murmuring to himself; "You're going to be fine," "just keep breathing." But it seemed more like he was saying those things to himself, trying to keep himself together as he felt your body slump against his.

Once he got to the base, other Firelights rushed over to Ekko, asking questions on where has he been, what happened? But voices died down once he saw who was in his arms.

Confusion met the grounds as the firelights stared at their leader as if he had grown two heads. Ekkos' focus wasn't on them, though, but it was on you and to get you as alive and safe as possible.

He took you to his living area, putting you on the bed as careful as could considering your injuries.

There were limited supplies due to not really being near any providing resources other than the tree and stolen outside sources. But he would make do you what he had if it helped you.

He grabbed an emergency kit that he kept for himself in his room and grabbed some towels, bringing them to you. He pressed the towels to the areas that were bleeding heavily, working quickly to patch you up as well as he could.

He wasn't too fazed by the blood, hell, he's seen his own team members die right in front of him, or at least heavily injured.

He made sure to clean up your wounds as best as possible, and stitched up the ones that desperately needed stitching. It was messy, undeniably. And ekko had the deep gut feeling that, perhaps, you might just not make it through the night. With that much blood loss, it wouldn't surprise him.

You had always fought physically, sure. But he had never gotten further in thought of what it actually would be like if you were gone. And he didn't want to think of it know.

...

a few firelights came in and helped, out of faithfulness to their leader than out of desire to help you.

You were weak looking, the blood loss and the fact that you were so well beaten up didn't sit right with Ekko. He had the urge to change everything that had ever happened so it could be more like the alt!universe, the one where you were happy and healthy and didn't have a single battle scar or have blood on your hands.

But deep down, he knew that was impossible. He couldn't just change everything that had happen with a snap of a finger. And he couldn't change you, he knew that. He had accepted that years ago along with Powder becoming Jinx. He could only hope for the best, that you'd stay alive.

Night became day, and as fast as it was, Ekko felt as if it wasn't fast enough.

You were now just, laying there, with bandages adoring your skin and some having slight bleeding through. He would have to change that soon. He stayed with you incase of something happening or you were to wake up. He couldn't pull himself away from you, not yet.

You became conscious a few hours later, and the only thing that alerted Ekko that you were awake were the groans and hisses of pain. You were definitely better than before, but was still in bad condition, so you couldn't really move before something would shoot up in pain.

You saw Ekko come towards you, unable to see just right from just waking up, so it looked like to you he was going to make sure you stayed dead. So, it obviously led you to fight or flight mode, ready to swing in such an injured state. But it was obvious to him that it wasn't the case, but he had to get some help from Scar to hold you down until you tired yourself out, enough to where you wouldn't try to swing at somebody.

...(idk how to end that but I really want to move to the next scene)...

You were ignoring him, as if that wasn't as obvious to everyone else as it was to you. Before he knew it, you were rewrapping an arm wound and ignoring any help from him. It wasn't too hard to guess why, you had asked him to practically finish you off before he brought you here. You couldn't tell that if you were pissed at him for not doing that, or that you were pissed off because you were surprised that he hadn't. After all, there had been some close calls before when you had to guard shipment of shimmer for Silco and amd the firelights were there.

You were sure that somebody, or at most Silco, was wondering about your disappearance. It had been to be at least afternoon now, so a sight without you doing rounds was surely gonna put you into trouble. But that was later's problems. right now, you just had to find a way put and figure out why Ekko was being 'nice' to you.

Some kid came in a little while later, and offered water, which you took graciously. Kids weren't as bad as adults, they still believed in things adults would tall them, and were dumb enough to be obedient in some ways more than others.

The water felt great inside your throat, soothing whatever scratchiness had been there. You moved slowly to sit up, still in pain but wasn't as unbearable as before when you woke up.

"You should really lie down if you want your words to heal correctly."

Ekko's words brought you out of thought, bringing you to finally look at him. You could see him more clearly now, seeing the way his hair was tied and how he dressed himself. It was different from the way he looked as a firelight, but that was probably a good thing.

"I thought you'd actually do it."

Your words brought silence between the two of you. You couldn't help but see the hesitation on Ekko's face, bringing your brows to furrow down.

"...couldn't bring myself to."

You stared at him, watching every micro expression that could appear on his face. You couldn't help but feel a lot of things right now, you were pissed, annoyed, numb almost... but also kinda glad. But you couldn't put it into words, everything not forming and spilling out like how you wanted it to go. You pursed your lips together, unable to say your thought, but the next closest to it.

"...good."

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I actually don't know how to end this omggggg

I ♡ cliffhangers, guys ♡

Have a great day/night yall

[district4loading]

Based on what you know of TWICE and what vibes they give of;

How would you rank how easily they orgasm?

I got this one a while ago but I found it kinda hard to rank them. Plus theres sooooo many members its kinda a lot haha. Anyways this is my ranking, feel free to send yours i'd like to see what others think.

Since Twice is my ult group I feel like I can do good with this one

Minors DNI

1. Dahyun

Out of all the members dahyun is the most innocent and she isn't into anything beyond vanilla. It's pretty easy to send her off the edge really.

Dahyun's really sensitive, she gets really wet from just kissing and if you finger her the right way with the curl of your fingers, you'll have her cumming for you in no time.

2. Nayeon

Unlike Dahyun, Nayeon's far from innocent which is why she hates it that she can't control herself. When she's cumming, she's cumming and there's no holding it back. When you fuck her at the right angle she's literally putty in your hands and it's only a matter of time before she'll come apart.

However, just because she came doesn't mean that she'll stop right there. No cool down is needed, you both get right back to it until you're too tired to continue. She's up for anything.

3. Sana

(I apologize for the Sana glaze but goddamn she looks amazing doesn't she?)

Sana's a fast one too. She's the type to beg you to slow down because it's too embarrassing that she cums so early. You never listen to her, you just keep going until she finishes because it just boosts your ego and it's nice to see her not get her way for once.

4. Momo

See, Momo's in the middle because it's only easy to make her cum once you know what her body likes. Edging is the way to go with her, surprisingly she gets off on orgasm denial and once you found that out it's never been a challenge for you ever again.

5. Mina

Mina's a little more hardcore. The fun of using toys gets her off like none other. A vibrator on her clit, a butt plug in her ass with your fingers stretching her out in just the right ways can have the quiet girl nearly screaming your name. However, even with all that you still need to know your way around her body, know exactly how to talk her through it, tease her and edge her. To make Mina cum is a challenge, but its worth it each time.

6. Tzuyu

At first it was hard to know what Tzuyu likes because she was reluctant on telling you anything. Maybe it had to do with pride or maybe she just wanted to make you sweat over it, you never found out that part. What you did find out however, was that she likes it rough. The pulling of the hair, the choking, the degrading, all of that makes Tzuyu tick. It drives her crazy in ways you never could imagine.

She won't submit to you easy though, she needs you to force her into submission because she's a brat. You realized that soon after noticing how she'd upset you and tease you on purpose.

7. Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung is a tough cookie to crack. There's one thing that can turn her on like no other though, that's being restricted. By handcuffs, rope, etc.. she likes to have absolutely no control—to feel even more powerless and small than she already is. Making her cum is a bit more difficult because she's damn good at holding it back, so if she wants to, she will. You've got no clue what her tactic is but you have to really focus on holding her down and fucking her right to get her to orgasm. When she does, she holds nothing back either, she always cums hard.

8. Jihyo

Jihyo too sees it as a challenge. She knows that making her cum is your main goal so like the competitive vixen she is, she'll try to make you cum before she does. So that means clenching on purpose, whispering the dirtiest things in your ear that always had chills doing marathons on your spine. Somehow it always works too, she's kind of evil. (but she's hot so it's okay)

9. Jeongyeon

It's hard to turn Jeongyeon into a mess, she usually likes to have all the control. But when you have it, it's the subtle things that really matter. Caress her body, fondle her breasts, make out with her. Take things slow because foreplay matters the most with her. You can't just rush into things. Even when it starts you have to be slow first, then speed it up.

Patience is key if you want to make her cum.

[puppyscatorccio]

Post rescue Shauna, who needs loving and comfort. Poor thing, she's all skittish and jumpy too :(

✨️

mdni. no nsfw, just fluff, but i don't feel comfortable either way.

it had been so long since the yellowjackets crashed that you were certain that they were dead, that they'd never fine the plane wreck and their bodies. but when you get that call and they tell you that shauna wants to see you, you're dropping everything and going to see her.

she's like a completely different person when you see her in that hospital bed. she's pale, her hair falling in clumps, so weak and so tired. you try to be careful when you hug her (doctor's orders), but it's impossible not to. she sobs on your shoulder, holding you tight like she can't believe that you're here, that you're really here to see her.

the doctors insist that she stays for a few days, so you visit her every single day. you stay until the nurses have to tell you that visiting hours are over and even then you try to convince them to let you stay a little longer. it never works, but you try nonetheless.

when she's finally allowed to go home, you go with her mom to pick her up. you're there the whole time, holding her hand and keeping her close. ms. shipman didn't mind that you kept coming over all the time, because shauna seemed to want your company just as much.

that first night you sleep over at hers, she spends most of it just crying in your arms. you don't try to get her to speak of what happened, you just let her sob and cling to you as tightly as she wants to. you're so warm, so sweet, all the things she had missed during those harsh winters and lonely springs.

the most you get out of her is a "jackie's dead, she died, she's gone", "i lost my baby," but not much other than that. it might be better that way; you're scared that your suspicions might be true. you can't imagine how difficult it was, being stranded in the middle of nowhere and losing your best friend and your baby. you wish you could just squeeze all the pain and trauma from shauna and take it to yourself.

by this point, you're pretty much living in her house. whenever you're free from class/work, you're going over there, sleeping over, just spending time with shauna. you always catch her writing something in her diary, but you don't dare ask what it is. you know that she'll probably lash out and tell you that it's none of your business.

it's hard to get her to eat much. you try to take her to her favorite places, to that diner down the street you always went to together, to her favorite restaurant, but nothing seems to work. she'll eat a few bites and claim that she's satisfied. for the first few months, you couldn't even get her to eat any meat.

she's sad, yes, but so angry too. you can see it in her eyes, how that fire threatens to consume her every moment. you've always known that shauna had a bit of a short temper, but now, it was so much worse. you had to walk in eggshells around her on particularly rough days, but it's not like you could blame her.

in a few rare moments, she's soft. it happens once in a blue moon, but you see that anger fade away for a while and she lets herself be vulnerable, even if it only lasts a few minutes. you're there every step of the way, trying your best to help her recover from all this and she couldn't be more thankful, even if she struggles to show it.

[muffinsin]

Okay, so I had this idea for a while (and many others that I forgot, curse my memory)

I guess this is more or less in the poly side of your blog

So... I was thinking about reader who is liked by all the sisters, how would they react and things like that

I actually have no idea about something specific, the whole idea in my head was "Reader who's liked by all the sisters"

-💜

What an interesting ask! ;) this has been in my inbox far too long; I blame work and video games XD

I've actually done a rather similar request once :) you can find it here

Let's get into it!

Masterlists

Being liked by all three of them certainly is...challenging

While one might think "the more the merrier" or "love can be shared" or anything along those lines, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela quickly prove such ideals wrong

Of course, they're all very loving

Alas, this love comes with incredible possessiveness and jealousy

Cassandra and Daniela make a move on you first, being far bolder than their older sister

Only is it a little unfortunate when they decide to make their move at the same time...

You suddenly find yourself in the middle of their bickering, then

Daniela to your left, Cassandra to your right, both standing tall, all up in one another's faces, their lips pulled to snarls as they try to come up with more and more insults for one another, or simply some threats you doubt are all that serious

For example, Cassandra repeatedly threathens to cut off multiple sleeves and parts of her sister's favourite gowns should she not back off

In return, Daniela is quick to assure she'd tell on her, already going so far as to open up her mouth wide and smile, as if about to call out for their mother

And when her older sister tackles her onto the ground and they blur into a buzzing, angry, jealous, possessive burst of flies, they hardly still pay any mind to it

And while Bela is far not as bold as the two as it comes to immediately persuing her crush, she does take advantage of the situation

Far too busy bickering, the two younger sisters barely notice it when the blonde snatches you away

She's sure, they will tire themselves out eventually, and if she's lucky, Mother might even forbid them from pursuing you if she finds out what embarassing display they put on in front of you

She can only hope, really

Bela shares everything with her sisters, really

Her room, often enough, no matter how often she complains about the other two simply swaming in whenever they feel like it

Her prey. While she does get the first bite more often than not, she knows, she is to share it with her sisters always

Her weapons and accessories! Not a single time is she gifted something that is not immediately inspected by the curious brunette and redhead

And as much as she loves and cares for them, she will not share you with them

She figures it's just a phase for them, anyway. That no one could treat you as well as she can

And when she notices her sisters still show interest in you, she quite passive aggresively attempts to get them away from you by pointing out what messes they cause to impress you to their mother, over, and over, and over again

Daniela, much like her older sister, attempts to manipulate Alcina into scolding her sisters and getting them to back off,

whereas Cassandra only shamelessly flirts with you and insists in being overly close to you to ensure her scent is all over you- something the other two frown at every single time they go in for as much as a hug

But, in time, they do become better at sharing

It's really more of a matter of accepting it, really

They're all incredibly stubborn and have set their eyes on you, after all. Getting rid of them is hardly a possibility so long as you want to keep them around

Bela is by far the sweetest to you as it comes to spending quality time together

She makes sure the two of you get to do things you enjoy doing and takes honest interest in your life

She's the most cooperative when you bring up wanting to keep her sisters around, too, and wanting to see them still, but is also the one to trigger a fight with them the easiest when they try snatching you when it's "her turn" with you

Both seem to take immense pleasure in doing so, mainly because having Bela so annoyed at them for this distracts her from noticing all the other troubles and messes they have caused within the castle- briefly, at least

And

Daniela is the most loving to you, showering you in praise and physical affection, in kisses and hugs, cuddles and intimacy

She loves to feel you and insists to be close to you whenever possible

When it's time for you to spend time with her sisters, it can be hard on her, and she will often attempt to keep you with her by pulling large, watery eyes on you

Those, thankfully, are a lot less effective when both her sisters are yelling at her to stop "taking you from them"

She's having a hard time sharing you with them, and an even harder time understanding why you want them around in the first place

Sure, she understands the concept of multiple lovers, but isn't quite happy that you chose her sisters of all people, someone she can't just kill whenever they make you unhappy

And still, given time, she comes around and even learns to give you the proper space you need when you're spending time with Bela and Cassandra

Speaking of the sadist, she's by far the most passionate

With her, you feel free

She's energetic, but differently so from her sisters

She loves to hunt with you, or to simply run about in the forest with you and scare whoever you come across

She's loud, unfiltered, happy, moody at times

She's alive, in her own way, and you love it

And while she isn't big on displays of affection, the few times she does allow it are precious to you

She, much like her younger sister, has a hard time letting you go to spend time with her sisters

She isn't so much against the idea of you being with them, too, so long as you keep the details to yourself

And still, Cassandra loves to try and keep you with her, hoping to convince you by whispering about all the fun you could have with her, instead

And while all works itself out in due time, there is always one big thing causing bickering between the three women:

Celebrations

Often enough, you get to spend the day with all of them, holding one's hand and allowing the other to rest across your lap while playing with the other's hair

It's beautiful, relaxing, exciting all at the same time

The real trouble comes the later it gets, when they demand kisses- and more- each for their own

Usually Daniela is the first to ask, whining always when she's refused

And often Cassandra steals a kiss anyway, laughing and smirking, triumphant, knowing her sisters won't attempt to steal a kiss from your lips until you brush them again properly

As such, there's often bickering, until you eventually come up with a single solution:

Splitting everything in threes

Three times of celebrating your birthday, one with each

Celebrating New Year's with each

And while it still has them groan and whine occaionally, it's a somewhat fine solution to them, too

All in all you're beyond happy

You get a piece of each of them, get to hold them all, to kiss them all, to get to know every one of them

You like them all, and get to show them every single day

[icycoldninja]

hi! may i request headcanons of the dmc boys + v with a male s/o who constantly feels depressed and self-harms, so they tend to sleep most of the time as a way to cope with that? you don't have to do it if you don't feel comfortable writing something like that, so don't worry!

Fear not, these sort of things don't bother me. Enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Depressed!Male!Reader sleep-coping headcannons

Tw: Depression & mentions of self harm.

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante has been down the long and dark road of depression before, and while he hasn't fully recovered from it, he knows behaving like this isn't healthy.

-In the very beginning, he thought you were just tired from work or whatever and needed to catch up on sleep. As time went on, he realized you slept all the time because it provided relief from the real world.

-While he agrees that dreamland can be better than reality, Dante would rather spend his time with you than chasing after rainbow demon horses on a road that looks like it's made of ice cream.

-He really wants you to realize life is worth living, and decides to start acting completely unpredictably so you always have something to look forward to. Today, he might take you to the zoo, tomorrow, you could be building a tree house even though you're both grown adults. It's always an adventure with him.

-Has a sixth sense for when you're about to sabatoge yourself. He just knows when you're feeling lower than usual and is at your side before you can even begin.

-Dante really is the guy to fix you. No doubt about it.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil is someone who, after having several near death experiences, understands that life is not to be taken for granted.

-Seeing you so depressed hurts him, so he decides he will MOTIVATE you to enjoy your life while you've got it.

-Brings you breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed, then slowly decreases it to just breakfast and lunch, then only breakfast, so you're more inclined to come out to the dining room to eat with him.

-Tries to start some kind of activity that involves getting up and doing something with you at least once a day so you can get some exercise.

-Keeps a very close eye on you at all times so you can't hurt yourself, and if it looks like you're about to, he will take action.

-That action will be to hold you very, very tightly and quietly assure you he loves you, while promising to never let go. You'll have to pry him off with a crowbar.

□ Nero □

-Nero is just confused. He can't believe someone could be this sleepy.

-Then he learns of the truth behind your behavior and immediately regrets every witty remark he made in his head.

-Nero isn't the greatest at comforting people or MOTIVATING them like his father is, but he is good at giving you reasons to get out of bed using the power of death metal.

-Yes, the noise will be too much for even you to sleep through; you will have no choice but to get out of your cocoon of blankets and enter the living room to ask him to turn it off, which results in conversations and eventually group activities.

-Is willing to listen if you ever want to talk your troubles out.

-Will also hold you when you're on the verge of harming yourself or when you feel particularly depressed because he wants to be there for you.

● V ●

-V is about ready to lie down and sleep with you, and he absolutely would, if Griffon wasn't constantly squawking at him to get up.

-Indeed, you both owe a lot to his pets, annoying as they may be, because if they didn't require care and attention, you would have fewer reasons for leaving your nest of sheets and pillows.

-V understands you're going through a lot of pain, so he tries everything he can to be there for you. He lends you his shoulder to cry on, assures you of things when you're insecure, and covers you with kisses whenever you're feeling sad. Truly the best boyfriend ever.

-He isn't the strongest man alive, but he's capable enough to grab you and keep you away from sharp or otherwise dangerous objects.

-Griffon and Shadow make sure to alert him in case something happens and he isn't around to witness it. Think of them as spies sent to watch you, and only you.

-Leaves inspiring notes all over the place for you to find so you can be comforted literally everywhere you go.

[tactical-jellyfish]

Watcher 1-1

Part Seven <3

Warnings!: The 141 will be criminally stupid, fumblers, all of them. Death (canon-typical), Violence (canon-typical), loss of limb (no, I won't tell you who yet >:), but I will cover the symptoms as well as possible) They do get kissy, but no smut (that I'm writing, but it's very much implied).

Warnings for this specific chapter: (technically) main character death, written descriptions of injury, gore and blood talk. Included reference and experience with post-surgery symptoms of various degrees of seriousness. One character affectionately refers to another character as "slutbag"

Keegan is a good man.

You learn this quickly, as you get into moderate, common spats with the United States healthcare system.

In the days that narrowly follow the surgery, when you're more often unconscious than awake, you often wake with the nurse (technically certified, but you really have no idea if he actually works here) at your bedside who's just... doing whatever in the corner.

You're lucky you haven't been snippy enough to shove him away from you, just yet.

In your own defense, your dignity has been directly removed by most of this terrible shit.

You can't even get up to use the bathroom, anymore. It's a bedpan.

And apparently, you're still lucky. Because you're going to get your drainage tube out of the lovely leg wound in a few days.

You are, for all intents and purposes, about to kill someone or yourself. But Keegan is still often there, answering your questions or giving you just a bit of humor to hold onto as you go increasingly stir-crazy from waiting for Laswell to finally come and give you the rundown of the tatters that must remain of your career.

It'd only be another week. You weren't sure you could last that long.

As if an angel somewhere has answered this thought, the door opens again.

"Hey, slutbag. I finally found you some enrichment."

Keegan's voice is playful, and he wears a shit-eating grin as he tosses a small bag to your bed, hitting you almost-square in the chest.

"Mm. Poor aim, Mr. Russ."

You may be tired, in pain, and you may be in a frankly terrible mood, but that doesn't mean you're not funny. Your name isn't Price.

Still, you open the little bag, and there's a box inside. You open that too, as Keegan plops himself in the chair that hurts his back because he can't be assed to bring in something better.

It's... a lock, casted out of clear plastic, with a small set of tools to pick it. Also a set of keys, which you already know you'll refuse to use for pride's sake.

Two watchful, fond blue eyes are scanning your motions and you can feel him smile, without even looking.

"I could have given you a manual, but I think you'd like it better to do it all yourself. Was I right?"

The tool's handle is smooth as you hold the lock steady, fighting to not immediately fiddle with the thing in front of Keegan. He would be too damned smug about it.

"...Thank you, Russ."

He did deserve that thanks, as far as you thought. You were pathetic right now, useless and bed-bound and panicky. And still, Keegan was willing to look upon you, he still willingly chooses to see you.

This thank you encompasses all of those things. You know you've been less than fun. Less than useful. And you know Keegan deserves to know that he's been good to you. Better than you've ever deserved.

He's quiet, for a time, but then you hear a warm chuckle as he reaches forward to give you a gentle pat on the shoulder.

"Don't say that like you owe me anything, kid," You really should interrupt him, tell him that, if you're not older than him, you definitely outrank him, but you don't. "You're much better than working in a shit-hole like this."

Your eyes find his, and you can see him smile as he lowers his mask. You're noticed that he only seems to do this in the room, with you. And only when you're both alone.

"...I know some people who could change that."

"Really?"

"I'm missing my leg, I still have my connections, Keegan."

His smile is worth the scolding you know Lawell will give you for trying to promise to pull him into the service.

You don't care. He's medically smart enough, and pliable enough to train into shape.

Maybe, if you can't serve anymore, you can bring someone who was more brilliant that you ever were. Maybe, your debt is still something you can repay.

His smile isn't wide, but it's happy. Something in your chest squeezes too hard, but he's kind enough to ignore how your heart monitor beeps faster. You know he notices, because his eyes crinkle at the corners.

"D'you want me to give you some hints to pick that lock faster?"

For once, you see that offer for help, and it doesn't strike you as a direct insult to you. You can see, right there before you, someone who wants to get close.

And it's so very stupid to trust someone. But something tells you that you will never be too slow for Keegan.

He seems fine with waiting for you to catch up.

Maybe that's why you nod at that question.

Maybe that's why he sits on the side of your bed, and starts to explain the basics, gently leading your hands into proper position as he starts to gently wriggle the tool agains the pins.

You would have never allowed this, otherwise, but it feels surprisingly good to have him there. Not because he thinks you're weak. Not because he thinks you'd be better if he taught you this.

Keegan is teaching you this because he thinks it's something you want to learn.

The tool turns before you're ready, and the lock pops open under your hands. Keegan's hands too.

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[mattysketchup]

nerd!matt giving brat!reader head

100 follower special !!

warnings… oral (f receiving), matt the munch, soft dom!matt, swearing, slight degrading, hair pulling?, edging, pet names

my first actual smut fic, mb if its ass but enjoy

(masterlist)

“so if a dataset has a mean of 50 and a standard deviation of 5, what percentage of the data falls within one standard deviation of the mean?” matt asks.

you groan as you fling your head back. “matt c’mon, we’re not gettin’ anywhere with this”

“alright jus’ this one question.” matt says as he acknowledges your whines. matt was smart, like really smart, and it was noticeable to anybody who saw him.

the collared shirt, big glasses, and the awkward persona were enough to give it away.

“matt” you complain. “we’ve been at this for hours… can we just wrap it up? my brain isnt working anymore.”

“c’mon sweetheart…just a couple more questions, we’ve almost finished reviewing this unit.” he said, trying to get you to cram for your exam tomorrow.

“ugh fine. one more question” you say, only agreeing because, truly, how could you say no to him?

minutes pass and all you begin to think about is the growing heat between your legs.

you uncomfortably try to adjust your legs to make it stop, but nothing works. you start to zone out, your mind racing with all the things the man in front of you should be doing.

sure, you’ve noticed how stunning matt is, i mean you are “dating” him.

you look around his dorm to try and find anything else to focus on.

but his messy hair, shirt pulled up to see his veiny arms, and the raspy voice were enough to make a woman go wild.

“hellooo? y/n?” matt calls, causing you to snap out of your trance. “hey?” you respond.

“i asked you a question- you’re not listening are you.” he realizes.

“matt ‘m sorry, but i just don’t understand this and i’m so tired” you whine.

“sweetheart, you have your exams tomorrow. if you don’t revise and study you won’t do your best on it.” he warns.

he knew you weren’t the smartest person, well at least not compared to him, but he knew that it was probably your daddy’s money that got you a spot at a prestigious university.

“just two more-” he starts, but notices the pout on your face and your crossed legs and chuckles.

“oh sweetheart, you couldn’t even wait ten minutes for us to finish this?” he says, mumbling a small ‘pathetic’ before moving closer to you.

“please matt” you whine.

“please what?” he smiles, his hand on your knee.

“pl-please touch me” you pout, knowing he wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“oh, you poor thing” he coos with faux sympathy laced on his tongue.

he rubs a hand up and down your knee, your plaid skirt you wore to tease him now sliding up your thighs.

“fuck- matt don’t tease…” you mewl, your arousal now practically dripping in between your legs.

he smirked at you, loving the way you reacted to the slightest touch and the simplest of words.

“take this off f’me, yeah?” he basically whispers, running his hand over your skirt.

you do just that as he points over to the bed. “sit” he commands.

you’re now sitting at the edge of the bed in your baby blue lingerie, waiting for matt to touch you.

he gets down on his knees, slowly kissing your now slightly shaking thighs.

your pussy aches for this man, wanting him to just touch you.

he slowly takes off your panties, disregarding them on the floor as he softly spreads open your legs.

he wraps your thighs around his head, looking up at you with those submissive ass eyes.

“matt- please i need you” you beg, your fingers intertwined in his brown locks.

he smiles at the amount of power he has over you, kissing your pussy before slowly licking your clit.

you slightly moan at the sudden pleasure, your mouth agape.

he continues this subtle yet effective movement, earning more and more moans from you.

he begins to lap his tongue around your hole, causing you to grab his hair.

his tongue moves faster and faster as your hips buck against his tongue.

“y’like that sweetie?” matt asks, moving his tongue faster (if possible.)

“oh fuck- yes matt” you whine, your brain foggy. “m’gonna cum”

“ah ah ah” he tuts, stopping his movements. “i’ll tell you when you can come doll”

this only made you whine more, since you were used to getting your way.

“f-fuck matt… i can’t take it” “oh but yes you can doll. you practically begged for it, you’re gonna take it.” he commands.

you were a moaning mess on his bed. eyes rolled to the back of your head, legs shaking, and your hands gripping at matts hair in an attempt to make him go faster.

“h-holy shit” you moan. “please i need to cum”

“hmm… have you been good?” he asks.

“yes… please matt” you groan.

“atta girl, cum on my tongue babydoll” matt’s words, tongue, hands travelling your body, and piercing blue eyes were enough to send you over the edge.

you felt your body relax and the knot in your stomach snap as you released your arousal on his tongue.

“this gonna help you ace your exam tomorrow?” matt asks jokingly, as you playfully smack his shoulder.

tessa’s notes… THANK YOU ALL FOR 100 FOLLOWERS !!! i truly didn’t know how fast i could grow over the span of 3 months, but you all made it happen and i’m so grateful for every single one of you💋. guys i literally HATEEE writing smut so i do apologize if it’s terrible, js wanted to try smth different to express my gratitude for all of you !!!