#one direction: yellow/warmth. me: NOT IN MY HOUSE

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EAT YOU ALIVE! │ clark kent

Red Kryptonite turns Superman into a feral beast seeking prey.

CONTAINS: 18+ SMUT MDNI, fem!reader, p in v, established relationship, riding that dick, superman hyped up on red kryptonite (RAWRR,) sex in the rain, kind of meanie clark, still whiny though, some heavy petting, pet names, not proofread, & no use of y/n. [2k+ words]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i started this a long time ago and finally got around to finishing it after a month-long writing slump. this was inspired by a literal dream i had! unfortunately, this will probably be my last clark fic, as i’m itching to return to writing for cod. i just couldn't let this color scheme and setup go to waste, so i pushed through. also, also i want to give a shout-out to my beloved mutual @sai-int, who wrote an amazing clark fic that really helped pull me out of my slump. be sure to check her out; she's incredibly talented and hot! with that, i hope you all enjoy! muah!

The air feels crisper in the country.

It can be humid, but invigorating, breathing new life into you.

Metropolis, with its concrete jungle and constant buzz, can never replace the bliss of fresh-cut, dewy grass underfoot, the sun's warmth on your skin, and the scent of blooming flowers carried through the breeze.

It’s an experience unlike anything you’ve ever had, and you’re grateful to share it with Clark.

Even if he did leave you at his parents house all alone, so he could protect the city, lying on your picnic blanket with a good book was a small price to pay.

The sound of rustling and panting gently interrupts the peaceful outdoor scene. You sit up on your picnic blanket, setting your book aside, and tilt your head to hear the noise better. The milkweeds rustle in the serene setting, and you note the sound of panting coming from the flowerbed.

Standing up, you feel the soft, lush grass beneath your bare feet as you move to investigate the source of the commotion. The sun is warm on your skin, and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the nearby trees. You look around and see a muddy Krypto digging holes in Clark's mom's meticulously maintained flower bed.

"Krypto," you reprimand with a playful tone, placing your hands on your hips. "Don’t make me get the vinegar."

His digging stops as he turns to face you, whimpering with his head tucked down.

It makes you frown before you smile at the thought. "Mhm. I bet you miss Clark too, huh?" you ask, and he responds with a bark. You let out a laugh. "Hmm. How about you and I play ball?" You reach into a berry bush and grab one of his balls. 

"I can't throw as far as Superman, but I can give a pretty good toss." You toss the ball up and catch it. "Ready, boy?" Krypto jumps up with a bark that makes you chuckle. You throw the ball with all your strength across the open field. "Go fetch," you instruct, watching him sprint with super-speed and bring the ball back to you in a matter of seconds.

“Okay, I might have overestimated my abilities,” you joke, tossing the ball again, only for it to drop at your feet in the blink of an eye.

The game continues as you throw the ball with all your might, sending it flying quite far in your eyes, though Krypto retrieves it just as you lower your hand back down. 

You end up more out of breath than the dog.

As you prepare to throw one last time, you feel the ground shake beneath you. It’s not an earthquake; it’s something more substantial, strong enough to make you fall on your ass, hitting the dirt hard, making dirt fly up in the impact.

“Shit,” you curse, wincing at the sensation.

Krypto comes over to investigate but quickly looks behind you with a scared whine and wide eyes. You glance at the dog before he bolts away, not sparing you another glance.

“Scaredy cat,” you call after him with a hint of humor. As you slowly get to your feet and wipe the dirt off your pants, you turn to look in the direction of the noise. Through the dust, you spot the familiar peak of a red and yellow ‘S’ emblem.

You narrow your eyes for a clearer view and see Superman barreling through the dirt and debris, his eyes glowing a bright red.

“Superman?” you murmur in confusion, your eyes widening as he gets closer. His steps are deliberate and strong enough to kick up dirt behind him. It doesn’t take long for him to come face to face with you. When he does, he grips the back of your neck and kisses you with a passion that feels both intense and unfamiliar.

It feels ferocious, as if he is starving and about to consume you alive.

“Clark,” you mutter through labored breaths against his eager lips. “Your eyes…” You look up and see them more clearly, vividly red, just as you thought.

“Don’t talk,” he says, his voice hoarse and gravelly.

You don’t know why, but seeing this carnivorous side of him felt exhilarating. 

His lips move against yours with a fervent need, and his pants skim across your body, leaving no body part untouched. Your body surges forward as he grabs a handful of your ass and gives it a hard squeeze. “Mhm. Baby, your parents,” you whisper against his lips when his fingers find your belt. 

“Gone,” he says, unclasping your belt. “Need to feel you fuckin’ sqeezin’ me, baby.” 

You release a shallow breath, surprised by his words. “Wha—what?”

“Could smell you in the city, you know that? It was drivin’ me fuckin’ insane,” he mutters against your lips, his chest heaving as his hands slide up the hem of your shirt to grope your breasts. “Couldn’t touch you,” he squeezes your breasts, making you moan. “And all I could think about was you,” one of his hands skims down to rub against your clothed cunt. “And this greedy pussy.”

“Fuck, Clark,” you whine, as you grip his hand against you. 

“Was hoping you’d say that,” his lips collide with yours again, his teeth clanging against yours as his hand presses against your now dripping cunt.

His eyes grow noticeably brighter as he palms your cunt, pulling back slightly to watch you squirm on his hand.

“Your—your eyes,” you manage to pant out, gripping his shoulder tight to get from falling as you inspect the ominous red glow growing. 

“Red kryptonite,” he mumbles, licking his lips as he inhales your sweet scent.

“Kryoptonite…” you start, head tilting back in pleasure. “I thought that hurt you.”

His lips brush against your neck. “No more logistics, baby. I need to fuck you right now,” he almost growls into your skin.

A soft moan escapes past your lips as your head lulls against his soft lips, before in seconds he stands in nothing but his boxers, and his hand slips to pull down your pants and underwear down in one decisive sweep.

As Clark helps you lie down on the picnic blanket from earlier, you can feel the small pellets of rain hitting your skin. “Clark… it’s raining,” you mumble against his lips. 

“Let it,” he murmurs, his voice a gentle caress as he guides you on top of him.

Your hands cradle his cheeks as your lips meet his, the cool raindrops adding a sensual touch to your skin and creating a radiant sheen. You pull back slightly, your eyes meeting Clark's, the rain forming droplets on his lashes.

He looks up at you, his mouth slightly open and his lips wet from the rain. “You alright?” he asks, gripping your waist tightly, his eyes locked on yours.

You nod, licking away the raindrops. “We’re going to get soaked,” you say, brushing your thumb across his cheek and watching his lashes flutter as his curls flatten in the growing rainfall.

"Yeah?" He cheekily smiles, raising his brows, as one hand extends behind him and the other around your waist, guiding you down until your cunt takes in his erect cock.

Your mouth hangs open, and he mimics you, and he carefully sets you fully on him with ease from your arousal. "I think you already are soaked," he comments, as you press your wet forehead against his with a gasp.

"You dirty boy," you grit, a hint of humor in your tone as your lips find his again, this time you're the hungry one. Sucking and nipping at his lips, he guides you up and down on his cock with a strong arm.

The rain puddles around you, thoroughly soaking the picnic blanket you and Clark are on. His curl, that hangs on his forehead, lies flat against his skin, and your hair has gone a shade darker, sticking down, and you can't find it in yourself to care.

Not when Clark's pounding into you and groaning against your slick skin about how much of a good fucking girl you are.

Not when Clark's essentially picking you up and slamming his cock into you with one arm wrapped around your waist.

Especially not when he sits up slightly to lick a stripe up your neck, savoring your flavor and the rain on the tip of his tongue.

"You're my best girl," Clark mutters into your skin, voice hoarse and brash. His teeth nip against your sensitive skin. "Look, ah, so fuckin' beautiful ridin’ me, sweetheart." 

You tip your head back, the now heavy rain rushing down your skin, wanting to feel the rain on your face. It feels euphoric, free. Clark surges forward, lips running over your collarbones and sternum. 

Your stomach knots as your orgasms loom. “Gonna…” you start, mouth agape as Clark presses deep kisses to your breasts.

“Let go, sweetheart,” he directs, feeling you tighten around him. "Let go."

You sputter forward as your orgasm entirely consumes you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, moaning his name. He follows suit, mouth hanging open as he spits curses and leans his forehead against yours.

Your chests are both heaving as your fingers gently rub against the base of his neck. “I love you, Clark,” you murmur into his lips. 

“I love you more, sweet girl.”

MINI AUTHOR'S NOTE: if superman isn't cussin', he ain't fuckin'!

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cozy comforts

your favorite part of the day is coming home to your boyfriend

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Returning home to an empty house is a luxury. The living room lamp casts a gentle ambient glow, creating tranquility that is nearly impossible to interrupt. Fatigue seeps into your limbs as you walk through your home in silence. When you pass the kitchen you spy a bright yellow sticky note fixed to the microwave sporting neatly written directions on how to reheat your dinner.

You can't help but smile subtly as you picture the faint furrow on his forehead when he discovers later that you disobeyed orders once more. You have to pick your battles for another day and continue your journey to your bedroom.

Behind the slightly open bedroom door, you can hear the TV humming. Warm and steady, the amber glow of your favorite salt lamp seeps into the hall. Mingi used to be the biggest tease about it, referring to it as "your little pink rock." But as your relationship progressed, he started flicking it on for you without even asking, reaching for that small comfort item the same way you did.

He is stretched out over the bed, face down, with one leg thrown over the tangled comforter and his face smashed into your pillow as though it were his.

Slipping into the bathroom, you start your shower. It's enough to lift some of the load of the day but it won't do anything to wake you up fully. By the time you finish, your boyfriend is still wrapped up in blankets and remains blissfully snoozing. He does slightly perk his head up when he hears you enter, barely managing to open his eyes.

Tenderly shutting the bathroom door, you say, “Go on back to bed, honey, I’ll be there in a minute.”

He softly lets out a sigh, rolls over onto his side, his soft, sleepy gaze following you as you put away your jewelry, and pad over to switch the TV off.

“How was your day?” he questions in a low, groggy tone from sleep.

"It was okay," you whispered, trying to match his quiet tone. You near the bed and kick off your slippers. "Long, but I'm so glad to be home."

Rolling onto his side, he automatically starts pulling back the comforter to make space for you as his arms slide under the blanket. The warmth of his body relaxes your back and with it, some of the tightness eases off. You exhale a long, content sigh at the comfort of your body against his.

He pecks the crown of your head, almost as a reflex. "I didn't hear you start the microwave. You know you need to eat."

You let out a soft chuckle at the tone of his voice. Despite having your back to him you can practically see the frown on his face. "I'm more tired than hungry right now, I don't want to risk the tummy ache."

His hand reaches for yours under the cover, long fingers crossing with yours as he rests your joined hands on your chest.

"You worry me sometimes," he says into your hair, his tone almost inaudible.

You press a kiss to your joined hands, "I know, honey. I'm fine, though, you take care of me plenty."

He hums and moves you to lie on your back so you can look up at his eyes. "Still. I just wish I could do more to ease the stress off your shoulders."

You can't help but melt at the pout on his face, his eyes struggling to stay open but fighting against sleep just to look back at you. "You do more than enough, trust me when I say that you are the reason I get through the day."

He smiles gently, eyes fluttering open. "You know, you're not supposed to steal my pick-up lines."

You laugh softly and turn to bury your face in his chest. "I learned from the best."

"True," he laughs gently, the movement from his chest slightly jostling you. A few seconds go by before he whispers, "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, I wish I were just here all day."

He kisses your hair again, his breathing starting to even out again. "Just quit your job and stay here with me then."

You can't help but snort. "Sure, I'll tell my manager that I've found my true calling, cuddling with my boyfriend."

Mingi smiles, his eyes already shut. "I could always write a strongly worded email."

"I know you would."

It's quiet for a moment before he whispers again, "I really love you, you know?"

Your heart does a dangerous flutter at the soft tone in his voice. "I know. I really love you, too."

By the time you finish speaking, there's already a soft snore escaping from Mingi's chest. You lightly shake your head, a soft smile on your lips as you press a kiss to his chest. It doesn't take you long to join him in slumber.

let me know what you think! life would be a whole lot easier if i had mingi by my side ngl

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‧˚₊ Whipped

Katsuki comes home to a disaster. In the middle of it is none other than you.

bakugou katsuki/f!reader (married) ⋆⭒˚.⋆ ~600 words ⋆⭒˚.⋆ AO3 LINK

contains: domestic mishaps, fluff

a/n: based on a real story... enjoy! 🧡

Katsuki swore his soul packed and left his body.

His kitchen. His kitchen, which he had renovated a month ago, was in shambles. It was like a damn hurricane swept through, ravaging everything in its path. Dirty dishes and balled up paper towels everywhere he looked. Smudges of yellow on the counters, on the walls, on the floor, and probably on the ceiling too, but he didn’t dare checking. His blood pressure was already up and running in his temples.

Smudges that sparkled in the blinding light as if they were something other than…what even were they from?

He inhaled deeply, nose twitching at the strong smell of egg, before finally acknowledging the kneeling person, scrubbing the hell out of the floor—you.

“What the fuck happened to my kitchen?” he gritted in your direction.

You shot him a glare. “Shouldn’t you ask what the fuck happened to me?”

“You look fine, but my kitchen…” He pinched the space between his brows. “Did someone break in, or some shit?”

“Yeah. The stupid hand blender you bought,” you snapped. “It’s a trap. I wanted an omelet, Katsuki. An omelet! But I was feeling lazy and wanted to skip the beating the eggs by hand, so I thought ‘Hey, let’s try this tool my wonderful husband just bought.’” The back of your hand smacked your forehead as you groaned, frustrated. “The eggs flew when I tried whisking them. On the lowest fucking speed!”

He blinked. This couldn’t be real. “You got your ass kicked by eggs? Damn.”

“Are you mocking me right now?”

Not a chance in hell could he stop himself from choking on a laugh. The images his mind worked so hard to visualize were next-level comedy. His pretty wife, all excited for a quick meal, taken out by a slimy blob of protein and whatever the hell was in the yolk.

“Not funny, you jerk!” You hurled the dirty rag at his head, and he dodged to the side, wincing in absolute disgust when it hit somewhere behind with a wet splotch. Hiring a cleaning crew it was. Fuck’s sake.

He tsked, crossing the distance in two long strides and crouching in front of you. A grin broke on his face as he grabbed your face with one hand and squished your cheeks between his gloved fingers. “Wanna watch how it’s done?”

“Want to befriend the couch tonight? Maybe snuggle up to that blender from hell?” you shot back, ending it with that sweet, sweet smile that only fueled him into teasing you further. You were too fucking adorable.

In all honesty, he couldn’t care less about the mess. You could set the whole house on fire, and he’d still feel this maddening warmth spreading outward from the center of his chest. “And have my pretty girl miss me in bed? Not a chance.”

You scoffed. “I won’t—”

He pulled you into a kiss, shutting down your lie. Sure you weren’t going to miss him. As if he didn’t know your antics. Half an hour without him in the bed and you’d stomp your way out of the bedroom and sneak into his arms.

He kissed you slow, with every single drop of love his soul had. A silent apology for briefly focusing on what didn’t matter. But only for a few moments, because mere moments were all Katsuki could manage before his greediness took over.

Too hot, and too fast, he burned. From the inside out.

And you weren’t helping his case. Ravenous little thing, hungry for his taste, for his touch. Yanking him to the floor with you, in the mess you created, eager to make another.

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The Breakfast Club - Eddie Munson X F!Cheerleader!Reader

Part One - These Children That You Spit On

Chapter Summary - We meet five unlikely teenagers who have to spend the next eight hours in detention together. (A retelling of The Breakfast Club, written and directed by John Hughes.)

Chapter Warnings - Characters are all 18+ / Strong Language / Illusions to Abuse/ Abusive Relationship / Dysfunctional Families / Kleptomania / References to Demonianism and Satanism / References to Religious Beliefs / Sexual References / Stereotyping / Angst

Word Count - 6.6k

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Saturday.

October 25th, 1984.

Hargrove Residence.

6:30am.

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"Billy, c'mon, I have to go."

You reluctantly pulled away from the warm embrace of the covers, or at least attempted to. Billy kept the dead weight of his arm slung heavily around your waist, trapping you to the mattress. He released a groan of annoyance as he curled it around you and pulled you into him. You spared a few minutes to stay in his warmth and shed the sleep from your brain. The grey hues of wintry light cascaded onto the room through the gap in the curtain. The room was otherwise obscured from light, making it effortless to close your eyes and fall back asleep. You refrained, deciding to focus your ears instead. The familiar chirping of birds and the quiet hum of unfortunate morning commuters on their way to work on a Saturday morning had you sinking back into your pillow. The smell of brewing coffee reminded you to stay awake. Your eyes blinked open again, and you shuffled from underneath Billy's grasp. He groaned again, this time burying himself into your neck. You giggled, planted a kiss to his cheek, and rolled him off you.

You quickly jumped in the shower, saying good morning to Billy's little sister Max, who was making her way into the kitchen, along the way. You dressed in the bathroom, checking your watch before heading back into Billy's bedroom to say goodbye.

He lay on his front, eyes still closed, but his breathing told you that he was awake. You placed a gentle hand on his arm, leaning in to kiss his cheek again.

"Billy, I'm going now, but I'll see you on Monday, yeah?"

He said nothing. You couldn't suppress the disappointment that swept through you. You turned to leave when he softly grabbed your wrist. You smiled, thinking he was going to ask you to stay, or to give you a goodbye kiss, but his gripped tightened. Your heart dropped.

"Billy, you're hurting me."

"Where do you think you're going?" He stared you dead in the eyes.

You tried to pull away. "I told you yesterday, Billy. Mrs O'Donnell gave me a Saturday detention."

"No, where do you think you're going dressed like that."

You looked at your outfit. You wore the signature green and white of the Hawkins High cheerleading squad. A sleeveless modest style vest, worn with a turtleneck layer underneath, and a green pleated skirt with yellow striping around the hem. It rested just above your mid thigh, so you pulled your socks all the way up to your knees to keep warm. "I told my parents I had cheerleading practice, so they didn't think I had detention. You know this, Billy."

"Do I? Or are you going to see your precious King Steve again?" His grip tightened even further.

He had that crazy look in his eyes that made your entire body freeze. You stopped struggling. Your chest went tight, and suddenly, it was like trying to breathe in a sauna room.

Billy Hargrove was not fond of Steve Harrington, and last Thursday night, you had snook out to go to a party as his house. You had cancelled your plans with Billy last minute after Carol begged you to go with her (not that it took much convincing). It turned out that Billy had been invited to the party by one of his other friends, unbeknownst to you. And you made the mistake of lying to Billy and told him that you were sick. 

The biggest mistake of your life.

He saw you there and started an argument that had the entire rooms eyes on the two of you. He had the same wild look in his eyes as he had now. He ended up punching Steve when he had come over to ask if everything was alright. 

"I only went to that party for Carol. I didn't even speak to Steve."

"No? Because he seemed real friendly with you."

"He wasn't! Billy, please, I don't want anything to do with Steve. Just please let me go."

He released you harshly, and you immediately brought your wrist to your chest, rubbing the sore skin.

"Get out of my sight."

You scurried out the door with tears in your eyes. 

Your first steps outside felt as though you were walking into the worlds largest refrigerator, though you were thankful it wasn't raining. You could do without the frozen shrapnel soaking you to the bone this morning. It had already started bad enough.

The sun had only just begun to rise, not having a chance to warm up the earth yet. Not that it would do much good. The temperature had been dropping more and more as the days went on, this morning being the worst yet. It had turned tomb-like silent outside with the exception of the crunching salt under your feet that had been newly laid to stop people from slipping on the first of winter's ice. A storm had come and gone the previous night, but the sky still hung sadly as a woollen grey shawl, bringing threat of another. The cold, however, was enough to calm you down. It felt refreshing after feeling suffocated in Billy's room.

You checked your watch again. You had twenty minutes to sneak back home and pretend that you had just woken up and got dressed for cheerleading practice.

You started running.

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Saturday.

October 25th, 1984.

Hawkins High.

7:55am.

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You had made it home just in time before your parents woke up. You explained you were doing stretches in your room, which was why you were red-faced and slightly out of breath. They didn't seem to buy it, but the alternative presumption was far too embarrassing for them not to take your word for it.

Your father offered you a ride to school, but after that rather awkward first encounter with them this morning, you thought it best to walk. And you were glad you did because it didn't take long before they were arguing. Your mother red-faced and clutched onto the cross around her neck while your father rolled his eyes. To the outside world, it would seem that you had the perfect family, but that couldn't be father from the truth.  A lot of the times when they argued, it would be over something petty, but all of a sudden, your name would be roped in, and the entire point of the argument seemed to vanish. You see, to them, you were leverage. As soon as you got a mention, they got the upper hand. They used you to get back at each other: a means to an end. Not intentionally, of course, but that didn't make it any less frustrating. It was nothing uncommon in your household, but that didn't mean you could stand to listen to it. You grabbed your coat and left as quickly as you could, neither of your parents noticing that you were gone as they continued to scream in each others faces.

By the time you made it to the schools entrance, you wished you had brought a change of clothes as ice shot through your veins and goose-pimpled your skin. You drew your coat closer to your chest, clenching and unclenching your gloveless fingers to keep the feeling in their tips.

As you bound up the schools steps like a heat-seeking rocket, the rubber tyres of a coffee brown BMW screeched to a stop. The sudden sound echoing across the empty school premises caused you to turn quickly. Through the windshield, you saw a man in a business suit at the wheel. Beside him was his eighteen-year-old son, Steve Harrington. Your heart raced when you saw him. You weren't expecting to see him here. 

Billy isn't here. You told yourself in an attempt to calm your jangled nerves.

His hands gestured animatedly as he argued with his father. Their words were suppressed by the metal walls of the car, but you could surmise their level of volume by the thick vein protruding from Steve's neck. Then, their words exploded like a bullet from the barrel of a gun, piercing through the stillness of the morning as the door opened and Steve stomped out. Something along the lines of "No school's gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case!". And just like that, their poor version of a conversation seized to exist by the single slam of a car door. Almost immediately, the car sped off, swerving around the parking lot like a maniac before disappearing. You stood in shock as Steve held his two middle fingers up at the abandoning vehicle. It was not a home life you would have pictured for King Steve. It was a rather unexpected display you had witnessed, but to Steve, it seemed like any other day. He jogged up the stairs, hands in his jacket pockets and sporting a healing split lip, looking so unaffected by the argument that you almost convinced yourself that you had imagined it.

He paused on the step behind you, finally noticing that you were there, but only for a split second, barely sparing you a glance before moving straight past you and through the doors. You felt heaviness in your chest. No "hello." Even a simple smile would have done. But you supposed they were reserved for his real friends. Sure, you and Steve knew each other - you had friends from the same group, and you had been to a few of his parties, but you hadn't even held a proper conversation with the guy - just dribs and drabs of small talk here and there, but he was nice.

Thoughts of Billy flashed through your mind. It seems as though Billy's appearance at his party the other day had left him wanting nothing to do with you. You understood why, Billy had caused quite the scene over nothing. But there was no reason why you should be punished for his actions. You shook the thoughts out of your head. It was nothing that you should dwell on, so you continued on into the school.

The halls looked strange without their usual morning bustle. The squeak of your sneakers against the freshly waxed floor echoed as you made your way to the school library. You could hear Steve's fast pace ahead of you. His blue, straight-legged jeans and pristine Nike sneakers strode out of your sight until you were left in silence. The silence felt so loud that it rumbled from the high ceiling. You were so sure it was the cause of the last light flickering at the end of the hall. Continuing forward, you took the first left and proceeded straight until you reached the double doors at the end. A flimsy banner hung from the tiled ceiling, "HAWKINS TIGERS ALL THE WAY," with a decent enough illustration of the school mascot, threatened to fall. You treaded lightly as you moved beneath it, holding your breath in fear that any sudden movement would cause it to fall down on you. You released it when you made it safely to the other side.

Your fingers traced along the lockers as you walked, reading the bits and pieces of graffiti as you went; 'Fuck this shit, I'm out' in scrawled handwriting, 'I hate Mondays' with drips of black paint streaking down some of the letters, and a cartoonish depiction of a weed leaf smoking a blunt which made you chuckle. You walked past a trophy case, eyeing the splendid totems of athletic and academic prestige alike. A picture of the basketball team in all their glory on the top shelf, another of the cheerleading squad, yourself included, and a grainy image of the physics club haphazardly chucked on the bottom. Your white sneakers squeaked once more as you pivoted to the right before making a final left to the pine doors of the library.

Before you were six tables placed into two rows of three, with three chairs sitting snugly behind each one. You were surprised to see Nancy 'goodie two shoes' wheeler sat at the front table, with her perfectly permed hair and fur-lined jacket still on her shoulders. You didn't think it was possible for Nancy Wheeler to get detention, but then again, the same could've been said about you. Steve had strangely enough sat on the same table as her, despite every other seat being completely free, leaving an empty chair between them so as not to make it weird. Neither of them spoke to each other and instead opted to sit in silence, fiddling with their finger nails or a loose thread on their jumper. As you took your first foot in, a tall, lanky girl with short, dirty blonde hair sped past you, mumbling a quick sorry when she nearly knocked you off your feet. This unorthodox first impression of the girl, who you had only ever seen around the school halls, had commenced quite the distaste for her already. She was red-faced and sweaty, carrying her thick winter coat over her elbow, undeterred by the chilly weather. The whites of her eyes almost blended with her rosy cheeks, bloodshot like she was holding back tears. She had been in a rush to get here and away from whatever had made her upset. You imagined that's what you must have looked like this morning, and you almost started to feel a little sorry for her. She took the middle table on the left side, dumping her coat on one chair before hiding her face in her arms. If you hadn't known any better, it looked as though she was trying to fall asleep on the table.

You made your way to the table to the right of hers, taking the seat on the furthest side. You kept your coat on for now but dumped your bag on the chair beside you. With a huff, you rested your head in the palm of your hands, watching the back of Nancy and Steve's heads.

The heavy weight of the library door forced its hinges to fold and close impulsively, and Eddie slipped through the crack before it closed all the way, because god forbid he wasted his energy on something as measly as opening a door. The pride in his face when he reached the other side was as if beating the door was life or death. Like he was Indiana Jones rolling under a trap door to avoid being impaled by spikes. All he needed was a wide-brimmed fedora.

You tensed at the sight of him. You had heard rumours that he was a Satan worshiper and that he would do casual rituals on the weekends. You didn't believe it, of course, Eddie was all bark and no bite, but that didn't make you feel any easier around him. Eddie was not a good person. He had been caught one too many times trying to sell weed to freshman because they were 'naïve and easy to upsell' or trying to get them to join his little Hellfire Cult. He would spit and hiss at the teachers, setting up traps in unsuspecting students' lockers, or even straight up stealing their locks so their personal belongings were out for anyone to see. He was like a snake. Once he caught his prey, he was coiling around it, pulling himself into it. Constricting, suffocating, waiting to ascertain it was truly dead before taking a bite. His scales came in the form of clinking enamel badges, and his words were the venom dripping from his tongue. To put it lightly, he was one big bully - a miscreant.

His kleptomaniac fingers touched practically everything he walked by: picking up flyers and not even bothering to read them before dropping them to the floor, unhooking the phone from the receiver so it dangled limply from the checkout desk, and pocketing a few pencils that are no doubt going to end up missing because Eddie Munson has never brought a pencil to school a day in his life. He walked slowly, confidently, giving everyone in the room time to become aware of his presence. You could feel him eyeing you up when he walked by. You met his stare like an owl, following until you couldn't turn your head any further. You weren't going to let him intimidate you and you wanted him to know it. It was the first time you had seen him wearing something other than his usual hellfire shirt and leather jacket. He had the same dark, denim jeans with the holes in the knees and once white reeboks, only this time he wore a black t-shirt with a thick winter coat in a matching colour. Red, plaid fabric peaked out from the confines of his coat. Sensibly, he had worn a shirt over top as an extra layer to keep warm. His footsteps were wide and languid as he moved to his seat, dumping himself on the table behind you and untangling his scarf from around his neck.

Just as everyone settled in, Principal Richard Higgins strode in, stopping dead centre in the mouth of the passageway between the two rows of tables. You tried not to laugh. Principal Higgins was a sight to behold, swapping his usual grey suit and tie for flamboyantly bright pink t-shirt a size too small for his pot belly, a casual white blazer, a pair of jeans and bold coloured sneakers. You didn't notice until now that he had the figure of a lollipop, round on top, but stick thin on the bottom. You understood now why he always wore a suit; it evened him out a bit. Though he did confirm the rumour that teachers were definitely not normal.

He glanced at his fancy watch. "I would first like to congratulate you all for being on time." Though it sounded more sarcastic than sincere.

He seemed to be looking straight at Eddie as he said that. Eddie only responded by kicking his feet up on the desk.

"Now, it is 8:02am. You have exactly eight uneventful hours to spend in each others company." He began pacing up and down the aisle with his chest puffed out in intimidation (well, as intimidating as a lollipop shaped man could be), slapping Eddies feet down as he did.

"You many not talk, you may not move from your seats -" He stopped at the weird girl who had nearly knocked you over and slapped a hand on the desk. She shot up with a gasp. "And you may not sleep."

"Today," He continued, marching to the front, "we're going to try something different. I want all of you to - uh?"

Principal Higgins dropped a stack of notebook paper on the nearest table and then made his way for the pot of pencils on the checkout desk. He paused in confusion when he saw the pot was empty; every pencil hiding snuggly in Eddie's pocket. You rolled your eyes as Eddie snickered behind you. There was a long pause of awkward silence as Principal Higgins made his way around the desk in search of more pencils. There were a few quiet grunts of effort and then a "Ah ha" before he appeared back in front.

"Right, I want all of you to write me an essay of no less than one thousand words describing to me who you think you are." He began handing out paper and pencils to everyone. "And when I say essay, I mean essay. Not a single word repeated a thousand times. Do you understand, Mr. Munson?"

"Mr. Munson understands, Principal Higgins." Eddie said.

Higgins ignored him. "Maybe you'll learn something about why you're here, and perhaps you'll decide whether or not you care to return."

Silence.

"I'll be across the hall in my office. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Questions?"

You saw Steve shake his head and catch Nancy shaking hers like she couldn't believe this was happening to her.

Principal Higgins gave one solid nod to confirm that question and answer time was over before making his way towards the library doors.

"Yeah, I got a question."

He took a pause, hand clenched firmly on the door handle as he twisted around. He raised his brow at Eddie, already sick and tired of his antics.

"Does Don Johnson know that you raided his wardrobe?"

There were a few snickers, including you, trying to discreetly cover your mouth to hide your smile. Principal Higgins was undisturbed. There wasn't a thing Eddie could do or say that would insult him. At least, that's what he wanted him to think.

"You'll find out the answer to that next Saturday. Mr. Munson. Do you have anything else you'd like to say to impress these people?"

Eddie smirked, leaning across the table and clasping his hands. He accepted the challenge, staring the Principal dead in the eye. "You got any naked pictures of your wife?"

The Principal's face turned red, and he referred to him with a hateful look in his eyes. "You've just earned yourself another Saturday detention, Mister." He pointed.

His eyes scoured the room, looking for anybody else who would challenge him. "Does anybody else want to join him?

The laughing stopped.

"Didn't think so."

And with that, he left, leaving the door wide open to give him a straight view of the library through his office window. Eddie chuckled, resting his feet back on the table, clearly proud of the reaction he had gotten.

Then silence.

A lot of silence.

Eddie placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes like he was going to sleep. Nancy began fiddling with her pencil, thinking about how she was going to start her essay. Steve cracked his knuckles, and the other girl (who you had yet to learn the name of) just stared at her paper. You simply sighed, took off your coat, and began daydreaming about all the other ways you could've chosen to spend your Saturday.

The library was by no means modern, but the faculty seemed to have no appreciation for the sort of library they've been given and ungraciously added touches of their own. There was an ugly mix of deep mahogany and grey sheet-metal bookcases, a couple of fake plants collecting dust, and old academic trophies that probably haven't been touched since the sixties. There were posters, some painted, some printed, but most were horrifically Halloween themed, and a rather provocative David Hasselhoff calendar behind the front desk, which the librarian thought no one could see. 

Those few times that you had actually stepped foot in the library, you noticed it was never truly quiet. There were always whisperings of students, the whirring of printers, and the clicking of keyboards and typewriters.

But today, a Saturday, with only five students bored out of their minds, it was truly silent.

The library was so quiet that you could practically hear the books ageing. The books consumed the noise, leaving you all in a suffocatingly awkward space of ineloquent glances. Broad daylight struggled to reach the room. Not that the sun was trying to, but the blinds sought out to fight against it anyway. Instead, it was the hanging lights above that lit the maze of a room. The soft lights were enough to put you to sleep. Your eyes were fluttering softly, your head drooping--

"Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings

Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams

Blinded by me, you can't see a thing

Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream

Master, master!"

Your peaceful almost-slumber was rudely interrupted when Eddie opened his big mouth to sing that god-awful song. You had never listened to it in your life, but would gladly never listen to it again if it meant that Eddie would shut the hell up. You turned around to give him a glare of annoyance, and when you turned back, you noticed that the others had done the same. He peeked out through one eye, smirking at the look on everyone's faces, before continuing, only this time he was humming instead. Thank god.

"Shit!" Eddie sprang up, feet down, sitting up straight and alert. He startled you, and you turned again. "What are we supposed to do if we gotta take a leak?"

He pretended to undo his zipper, the childish act making you roll your eyes. "If you gotta go, you gotta go."

"Oh my god." Nancy looked like she was going to throw up. She turned and shielded her eyes.

"Try it, and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor." Steve threatened.

Eddie laughed, accomplishing his mission of upsetting the others. "You know, you're pretty sexy when you're angry, big boy."

He turned his attention to the quiet girl sat adjacent to him. She shifted under his gaze.

"Hey Buckley," She turned with a look of boredom, like she was used to his antics, "why don't you go and close that door so I can get our little cheerleader here naked?"

You almost gave yourself whiplash with how quickly you turned to glare at him. "Don't even think about it asshole."

"Why you a virgin?"

"Fuck you."

"You're disgusting." Nancy added.

"Awe, I'm sorry, you feeling left out, Princess? There's plenty of me to go around. But I suppose if you don't want to wait your turn, I wouldn't say no to a three-way."

"Ugh, you're such a creep!"

"Listen, man, if you piss me off, you're totalled." Steve defended the two of you, though you felt it was more for Nancy's sake than yours.

"Totalled?"

"Totally."

"Just ignore him, Steve. Maybe he'll go away." Nancy suggested, placing a hand on his shoulder to turn him to face the front.

There was a pause. Their shoulders relaxed when they had thought Eddie had given up.

"Oh, so are you two like boyfriend/girlfriend?" Eddie teased.

No reply.

"Steady dates?"

Silence.

"Lovers?"

Nancy continued to ignore him, but Steve smouldered with anger.

"Tell me, Princess, have you two played hide the sausage yet?"

"GO TO HELL!"

"Hey, keep it down in there!" Higgins called from across the hall.

He rolled backwards on his office chair until the five of them came into view. They were all seated exactly how he left them. He rolled back out of sight.

Everybody visibly relaxed.

Eddie hid the shock of Nancy's outburst behind another annoying smirk.

"Just ignore him, guys." You advised. "He's only doing it to get a rise out of you."

"Sweetheart, you couldn't ignore me if you tried." He gave you a confident wink.

You hated that it made your cheeks flush with heat. You quickly turned before you gave him something else to tease you over.

"We gotta close them doors. How are we supposed to party with the old pinhead checking us out every two seconds?" Eddie stood from his seat and moved towards the doors.

"I don't think that's a good idea. The doors are supposed to stay open." This 'Buckley' opened her mouth for the first time since she's got here. Everybody looked at her bewildered.

It was only Eddie who didn't seem phased by this, but he still paused. "What do you mean 'supposed to'?"

"Vernon said, Dingus, and I really don't want to get on his bad side. I mean, Mrs. Clickety Clackety is already threatening me with suspension, and I can't afford that. How am I supposed to get accepted into any sort of college if I get suspended. They'll think I'm a horrible student, and I'll be one big massive reject and--"

"Whoa, Robin, slow down." Steve interrupted her breathless rambling. You were struggling to keep up with each word. She was talking so fast. Just total word vomit, like she'd been trying to keep it down since she got here and suddenly just projectiled everywhere. It didn't even occur to you then that Steve knew her name.

"So?" Was Eddie's only blunt reply.

"So, why don't you just shut up." Steve scowled. "There's four other people in here, you know? Stop thinking about yourself for once."

"Wow, you're a math wiz, Sporto. I bet you know your ABCs, too. See, I knew you were smart. You hide it well, Harrington." Steve grimaced at that. "I mean, let's face it, you gotta be smart to play basketball."

"Who are you to judge?" Steve challenged. "You don't even count. If you disappeared forever, it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school."

There was a twitch in Eddie's eye. He hated how that got to him, but he recovered swiftly. "Oh? Well, maybe I'll join the basketball team or the wrestling team? Or better yet, the student council, I think you'd like some of the ideas I have in mind for this place."

He moved slowly, intimidatingly to Steve's table, stopping in front of it before leaning down so he towered over Steve. He reminded you of an adult reprimanding a little boy. But Steve wasn't a little boy. He could hold his own.

"You could try, but they'd never take you."

"Damn, I'm hurt. truly." Eddie was definitely not hurt.

"Will you just stop? If you keep this up, Higgins is gonna come storming in here. I've got a game next Saturday, and I'm not gonna miss it because of you."

"Wouldn't that be a bite? Missing a whole game." Eddie feigned sympathy.

"You wouldn't know anything about it, Freak. You've never competed in your life."

"I know, and I feel all empty inside because of it." Eddie puffed his chest as if his heart was swelling with pride. "I have such a deep admiration for guys who toss balls into laundry baskets."

"Whatever, man. You don't have any goals."

"See, that's where you're wrong, I do have goals." Eddie paused in suspense, and Steve perked up a little in his seat. "My goal is to be exactly like you."

Steve slumped back and rolled his eyes. "You're worthless."

"I compete." Robin added after a beat. All eyes turned to her. You could tell she didn't like that much, but she continued anyway. "I'm in band, and I'm on the debate team, and I'm in the Latin club and chess team. This one time, with the debate team, we had this big banquet at the Hilton and we had to get dressed up. And, uh, I didn't have any shoes so I had to wear my mom's shoes. It was kind of weird because my Nana doesn't like when I wear other people's shoes. But, yeah. It's not athletic, but I compete in a lot of stuff."

"That's not the same, Rob." Steve sighed.

"You have to be a jock to compete?" Eddie confronted.

"I was talking about athletic competition."

"What's the difference?" You questioned. Everyone turned to you this time, but you kept your attention on Steve. You could see the proud smile on Eddie's face out of the corner of your eye.

"What do you mean?"

"What I said."

Eddie's eyebrow raised in amusement, enjoying someone else putting Steve in his place for a change. If he was being totally honest, Eddie didn't really have anything against Steve. Steve's friends, on the other hand, were a different story. Eddie found himself being hounded by Steve's friends more often than not, but Steve didn't actually do anything. But he didn't stop it either. Of all of them, he was the easiest to rile up, and Eddie couldn't help but cease the moment whenever he could.

Steve scoffed but bowed out of the conversation. "You're all fucked."

"Hey man, watch your mouth. There's ladies here remember? They don't appreciate you using a word like FUCK! in front of them." Eddie gestured to you. "I don't know if you know this, big boy, but her mother is a nun!"

It was true that your mother was a religious person, but she was certainly not a nun. "No she isn't."

"Sorry," He turned back to Steve. "Her father is a nun!"

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped your lips. The sound caused a mischievous glint in Eddie's eyes. You hated it.

"Higgins is leaving." Nancy proclaimed suddenly.

Eddie paused with wide eyes like a deer in headlights, not wanting to get caught out of his seat. Everyone looked down the hall in time to see Principle Higgins exit his office, not even sparing them a glance. Eddie proceeded to the doors, peeking his head out to watch Higgins drink from the water fountain at the other end of the hall. 

Eddie came back in the room. "We gotta move fast, the scumbag's just filling his tank."

Steve sent Nancy an annoyed look that said 'why did you have to tell him that?', causing her to shy away. She was already thinking the same thing herself. Eddie pulled a chair to the door, stood on it and took a guitar pick out of his pocket. With the guitar pick, he removed a screw from the door spring assembly. He jumped off the chair and the door closed behind him. 

"That's not funny, man. Fix it."

"Please fix it." Robin pleaded.

"Am I a genius?" Eddie asked, though it was more of a brag than a question, as he quickly pushed the chair back to its rightful spot.

"No, you're an asshole." 

There was a muffled "Hey!" from behind the door and everyone rushed to act as casual as possible. Eddie quickly took his seat, only this time he sat next to you. You tensed uncomfortably, smelling the faint cigarette smoke on his coat. You wanted to smack him for being so stupid. You just prayed that Higgins wouldn't notice he swapped seats. 

The door busted open. 

"Why is this door closed?" There was fury in his eyes.

Everyone remained silent, avoiding meeting his eyes. Steve turned to look at Eddie as if deciding the best way to rat him out. 

Eddie jumped in before he could say anything. "How should we know, we're not supposed to move, right?"

Higgins singled out Steve, obviously noticing how he had looked at Eddie. "Why is that door closed?"

Steve looked to Eddie once again. You were cringing at how obvious he made it. You could feel Eddie shaking his leg under the desk. A nervous habit? Perhaps Eddie was afraid to get caught. Or he was just furious at Steve for even thinking about being a snitch. He lowered his eyes at Steve, a glare that said, 'Go on, I dare you'. Steve backed down.

"We were just sitting here. Like we're supposed to." Nancy answered for Steve, who was taking a suspicious amount of time to reply.

"The wind must've blew it." Robin added.

"It just... closed, Sir." Steve reluctantly agreed.

Principal Higgins eyed Eddie anyway and pointed a thick sausage finger. "This looks like the mindless sort of crap you'd find amusing, Munson."

"I think a screw fell out of it. I heard something that sounded like a screw falling out." Eddie tried to persuade.

"Yeah, right. Give me the screw."

"I don't have it."

"Am I going to have to turn you upside down and shake you?"

"I don't have it, Sir. Screws fall out all the time. The world is an imperfect place."

"Give it to me, Munson."

He smiled suggestively. "Where do you want it?" 

"With all due respect, Principal Higgins," you interrupted before he made things worse for himself. "Why would somebody steal a screw?"

Eddie looked at you in surprise, but you made it clear to him that you didn't do it because you liked him. Higgins walked back to the door.

"How do your parents put up with you, Munson?"

"They gave up on me a long time ago, Sir." He said it with such sincerity that your heart actually ached for him.

Higgins opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. He realised how pointless it was to go after him. Instead, he went to the door, trying his luck at opening it and hoping it stayed that way. It didn't. He tried again, this time grabbing a chair to hold it open. 

"That won't work. The door is way too heavy."

Higgins ignored Eddie. He pushed the chair against the door and let go. It threw the chair across the room, and the door slammed with an echoing bang. There were a few gasps of surprise and snorts of laughter. 

Higgins fumed, eyeing the room for a solution. "Harrington, get up."

Steve unwillingly got up from his seat as the Principal directed him to grab one end of a bookcase.

"How come he gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up. It'll be anarchy!"

You elbowed Eddie's side to shut him up. He wasn't making this better for himself, which would no doubt end up with all of you getting punished. The two of them heaved together, and Steve actually ended up doing most of the work. The odd book fell to the floor, nearly tripping them up as they hefted it along slowly. They struggled for a few more minutes to slide the bookcase over to the door. Only when they finally got it in place did Eddie open his mouth again. 

"That's very clever, Sir. But what if there's a fire?"

Higgins hadn't thought of that, but he didn't let it show.

"I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children is unwise at this juncture in your career, Sir." Robin chimed in and then sunk back in her seat under the Principal's stare.

Higgins turned back to Steve. "Alright, what are you doing with this? Get this outta here, for God's sake! What's the matter with you? Come on!"

Steve wanted to kill Eddie for opening his big mouth and then Robin for supporting him. The two of them struggled again to move it back to its original place. Once done, Steve sat back down with bated breaths. 

Principal Higgins started towards Eddie, sweat dripping from his forehead, despite barely lifting a finger. "You're not fooling anybody, Munson. The next screw that falls out will be you."

Eddie muttered under his breath. "Eat my shorts."

"What was that?" Higgins barked.

"Eat. My. Shorts."

"You've just bought yourself another detention, Mister."

"Ugh, I'm crushed." Eddie faked a wince.

"You just bought yourself another."

"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that."

"Another."

"Hmm, beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calendar."

"Another."

You looked at Eddie fearfully. He was getting absolutely slaughtered by Principal Higgins. Although, no matter how much you dislike him, you couldn't help but be moved by his defiance. 

"Cut it out." You whispered to him.

He ignored your plea, keeping up his front. He wasn't going to let this scumbag of a Principal break him. Not in front of the others, and, for reasons Eddie didn't quite understand yet, certainly not in front of you. He dared Higgins to give him another. 

"Okay, Munson, your ass is mine for the next two months."

"I'm thrilled." 

"You sure would like everybody to think that, wouldn't you? Maybe if you spent more time trying to do something with yourself and less time trying to impress people, you might be better off." Higgins brought his attention back to everyone else. "I'm not gonna put up with any more crap from any of you. Next time I have to come in here, I'll be coming to crack skulls." 

He set his threat with a hard, angry glare and finally left the room. 

The silence set in once again.

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How I was taught to cleanse with fire

Many cultures around the world use smoke and fire for cleansing and purification rituals. New Mexico is not different in that manner, as often I see curanderos (and spiritual leaning Catholics) burning a variety of herbs, woods, and resins to cleanse themselves and their spaces. Sometimes we even use mezcal to cleanse by spraying it from our mouths. While not necessarily ‘fire’, it does have that flame element to it. Spraying mezcal from the mouth is often done to cleanse the body or mind of someone, rather than a space.

I grow a variety of herbs on my property and I often find myself inclined to use them over store bought bundles or incense as it feels more traditional, and connects me to the earth and to my ancestors. My grandma taught me how to burn desert sage to purify a space, which is one of my favorites to use spiritually for cleansing. It brings an energy of healing and calmness when you burn it, and also works great for purification. I think of it as the lavender of sages due to its warm hug-like energy it brings.

To begin cleansing with desert sage, you first must hold the sage in your hands, and close your eyes. Envision happiness, and warmth, and hugging your own abuelita. Think about the warm yellow energy of the desert sage and how it brings that feeling of walking through a winter landscape knowing that you will be home soon. Enjoy the feeling and scent of the unburnt sage. Once you feel ready to begin, open your eyes, and take one deep breath in and out. Now, you must open the front door of the place you are cleansing, and optionally more windows if the space is large enough. The thick adobe of my grandmothers house wouldn’t allow any spirits to leave if you didn’t allow them to exit somehow. Begin by walking around the space with the unlit sage, feeling the energies of the space and finding spots that you need to focus on. Once you have identified the dense spots, you can light the sage. I always light the largest end of the desert sage bundle as I find it is the easiest to work with, allowing you to hold it by the smaller portion. Allow a large ember to form, about the size of a dime. Then, while walking through the space blow on the ember allowing the smoke to fill the direction you are blowing into, as this brings life and soul into the sage you burn. While doing this be intently focused on removing ‘anything bad’ as my grandmother would say. Be sure to blow the smoke into each of the four corners of your house too, to fortify and protect your space. I usually include the outdoor corners too, if the weather is calm enough outside to allow my sage to burn. Once you have hit all of the dense spots with your smoke, place the desert sage into a cooking pot in the kitchen or living room until it ceases to burn. This allows the smoke to do any remaining work it needs to. Once complete, thank the spirit of the sage by holding it again in your hands, giving it a sort of hug, and verbally thanking it. You may leave an offering at the bush you collected it from if you harvested the sage itself, otherwise you could also leave the offering near your favorite plant, I suppose. Once complete store your sage respectfully until the next time you need to purify your space.

Allow the front door and any open windows to remain open for at least 30 minutes after the final ember went out. Remember to always practice fire safety and never leave a sage bundle burning unattended.

If desert sage does not grow near you, look into if it would be able to successfully grow in your plant hardiness zone. If not look into using a native sage variety that grows in your area! In my opinion it is always best to use herbs that are from the region you live in over imported ones any day. And of course, do your best, because no one is perfect. If store bought is all that is available to you then use it! Or, if you already have a store bought herb bundle go ahead and use that. Be resourceful, and stay safe out there!

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30. “this is my husband/boyfriend”

SURPRISE!!!!!! Damn, you all sent me these prompts over a year ago, and I really dropped the ball. I finally got around to writing now that I'm trying to get back into writing slowly after taking a long break. Writing about the boys made me so so happy, I missed them so much. I hope you enjoy this, even a year later!

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Soft prompt number 30: This is my boyfriend

Billy flicks the turn signal to park the Camaro on the curb, trying to ignore the anxious clench of his stomach. 

He hears the crunch of the leaves under the tires; the sidewalk is littered with them, yellow and orange and brown, picked from the branches of the trees by the wind. Fall is in full swing in early November, and Billy shivers at the cold air coming through the open window. He’s less annoyed with the cold than he used to be back when he first moved to Hawkins, but it’s still terrible. He’s bundled up in enough layers under his leather jacket as it is; Joyce wouldn’t let him leave the house without putting a sweater on, rambling about the weather in Indianapolis. 

Billy double-checks the address Steve sent him on the GPS needlessly — the university library stands tall and imposing to his left, the red bricks of the building looking faded in the watery light coming through the heavy clouds. It’s a two-story building that stretches wide across the lawn, with large windows and glass doors on the entrance. 

Steve is waiting for him on the steps.

He looks up toward Billy’s direction as soon as he steps out of the Camaro, familiar with the squeaky noise the door makes when it’s opened. There’s a grin stretching his lips wide, white teeth showing and eyes crinkling, and Steve climbs down the library steps two at a time. His gaze only leaves Billy to glance down at his own feet, trying not to trip on the steps.

Their bodies meet with a thud in the middle of the lawn, Steve’s arms coming down around his back tightly, and Billy sighs as he sinks his face into Steve’s neck and breathes him in. He smells just as Billy remembers.

The cold wind doesn’t break through the warmth of Steve’s arms, and Billy’s body relaxes, leaning his weight on Steve almost completely. Steve only hugs him tighter, holding him up easily — like he’s always done.

The tight fist in Billy’s chest lets go, maybe for the first time since Steve left Hawkins to go to college in September.

Rationally, Billy knew Steve wasn’t far, with Indianapolis being only a couple hours away from Hawkins, but not seeing Steve every day at school was more jarring than Billy had anticipated when Steve graduated in May. 

Billy knows from personal experience how insular Hawkins is. If moving from San Diego to a small town had been a shock, he can only imagine that moving from Hawkins to Indianapolis must feel the same, only in reverse.

Steve’s world expanded far beyond the comfortable bubble they lived in during the summer, and he met a host of interesting people he told Billy about during their calls, making friends quickly. Billy was happy for him; Steve still had some insecurities from the year he spent friendless aside from Nancy Wheeler, and Billy was glad he had people who saw Steve the way he did.

But there was still a niggling voice on the back of Billy’s mind, insisting Steve would get sick of him eventually. It fades down to silence now, blown out like a candle by Steve’s presence and his warmth, by the way he smiles at Billy like there’s no one else he’d rather put his eyes on.

“I missed you,” Steve says, and then he presses a kiss to Billy’s lips — with all the sweetness and hunger that Billy’s always felt from Steve, the feeling that Billy clings to when Steve’s not there, like an old sweatshirt that still holds his scent. Billy doesn’t wait a second before licking at Steve’s lips, turning the kiss dirtier than it should be in a public space, but Billy doesn’t care. Steve’s hands come to cradle Billy’s face, but not to push him away (they never do). Steve’s fingertips catch on Billy’s jaw, dig into his hair, until he can’t stop a shudder from going down his spine. Only then does Steve pull away, a smug smirk clinging to his spit-slick lips.

“Dickhead,” Billy grumbles, knees still weak, and Steve huffs a quiet laugh. Billy raises his eyes to meet Steve’s, eyelashes fluttering, and it’s like a punch to the gut and the first gulp of air after coming up from underwater. 

“I’m glad you could make it,” Steve says, but he doesn’t move an inch away from where his nose is grazing Billy’s, so the words are spoken onto Billy’s lips. “Let me show you—” 

A wolf whistle interrupts Steve’s words, and Billy sees Steve’s cheeks turn crimson before he pulls away to look back towards the library. He can’t help but scowl at having his moment disrupted — he wasn’t done with Steve.

“Hey, Harrington!” An unfamiliar voice calls, three college kids standing by the library steps, grinning with mirth. Billy identifies the one in the middle as the one who spoke, the only guy in the group, with a douchey beanie and vintage glasses, the embodiment of the college students Billy imagined luring Steve’s attention away from him. Billy notes the breadth of his shoulders and his square jaw, and his stomach turns sour. “Who’s your friend?” 

This is what Billy’s been afraid of. The demotion from boyfriend to situationship, the “I want to see other people” said into a phone late at night. Being brushed off in front of Steve’s new, interesting friends. 

Billy stands up straight and squares his shoulders, tilts his chin up so he can look at the group down his nose; the same stance he takes when he’s facing down something he wants to bowl over. Something he’s scared of.

But Steve turns back to look at Billy, and the warmth in his eyes hasn’t diminished at all. His thumb strokes Billy’s cheek before he slides his hands down Billy’s arms, lacing their fingers together and squeezing. When Steve answers, he’s grinning, wide and happy, teeth showing — the same smile Billy saw all summer.

“This is Billy,” Steve says. “He’s my boyfriend.” 

And Billy breathes out, the weight of his doubts falling from his shoulders and being brushed away in the autumn wind.

Steve squeezes his hand, and Billy squeezes back.

[midnightsummer-glow]

A Connection Across Worlds

Leviathan x reader

You’ve always loved multiplayer games. Something about the shared camaraderie of players scattered across the world, working together to defeat monsters or solve puzzles, made the experience richer. For years, you’ve been playing the same game—a fantasy MMORPG with intricate mechanics and sprawling lore. The one constant in all your game sessions is your online friend, Leviathan, or “Levi” as you know him. Despite never meeting in person, you’ve built a strong connection with him. He’s quirky, a little shy, but when you’re online together, he’s also one of the most loyal and skilled players you’ve ever met. You’ve been online friends for almost three years now, spending hours in Discord voice calls while you traverse dungeons, engage in PvP, or simply chat about the game.

Your real life has always felt ordinary in comparison, but all that changes the day you receive a letter—a very strange, ornate letter—inviting you to participate in an exchange program at the Royal Academy of Diavolo. You’re hesitant at first, unsure of how real the letter even is, but something in the back of your mind urges you to accept.

The day you arrive at the House of Lamentation, the grand mansion where you’ll be staying, you’re overwhelmed. It feels like a dream—demons are real, and not only that, they seem to know a lot about you. Lucifer, the eldest brother, welcomes you with a cold politeness, while the others introduce themselves in varying degrees of warmth or disinterest. But there’s one name that catches your attention: Leviathan, the third eldest.

The moment Leviathan shuffles into the room, nervously fidgeting with his hands and mumbling under his breath, something clicks in your mind. His appearance—a lanky, blue-haired demon wearing an anime-themed hoodie—stirs a sense of familiarity, but it isn’t until you hear his voice that it all falls into place.

“Y-You’re the new human, right?” Levi mumbles, avoiding direct eye contact. “I-I mean, whatever, it’s not like I care or anything… I’m just… checking if you’re real… that’s all.”

Your eyes widen as recognition dawns. That stammer, the nervous cadence… could it really be?

“Levi?” you ask cautiously.

His eyes dart up, wide and panicked. “H-How do you know my name? I didn’t even introduce myself yet!”

You smile, disbelief mixing with excitement. “Wait… Levi… It’s me! Y/N? From the game?”

Levi’s face freezes in shock, his yellow-orange eyes locking onto yours. He blinks a few times before shaking his head as if trying to wake himself from a dream.

“N-No way… No freaking way… Y/N? From Celestial Crusaders? The one I’ve been playing with for three years? You’re the human in the exchange program?!”

You nod, still processing the sheer absurdity of it all. “Yeah… I think we’ve been online friends this whole time.”

There’s a long pause as both of you try to wrap your minds around the coincidence. Then, suddenly, Levi lets out a loud squeak, his hands flying to his face as he tries to cover his embarrassment.

“NOOOOO, this can’t be happening! Y-You mean the person I’ve been talking to for years… the one who knows all my embarrassing moments in the game… is standing right here?!” He sinks to the floor dramatically, covering his head. “This is the worst thing ever… No, wait, maybe it’s the best thing ever? I don’t know! I’m conflicted!!”

You can’t help but laugh at his reaction, even though you’re just as stunned. “Honestly, I can’t believe it either. We’ve been friends for so long, and now here we are.”

He peeks up at you through his fingers, still sitting on the floor, his face flushed. “I-I guess it’s kinda cool. I mean, it’s not like I was obsessing over this or anything… But maybe this isn’t so bad…”

You smile softly, leaning against the doorframe. “I guess we’re going to have a lot more time to game together now, huh?”

Levi stands, still flustered but slowly starting to calm down. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Y-Yeah… I guess so. But, uh, maybe not in front of everyone… You know, I don’t want them to think I’m getting all soft or anything.”

You laugh again. It’s strange how natural this feels. After years of gaming together, the idea of finally meeting face to face (or rather, face to demon) feels oddly comforting.

Later that evening, you and Levi find yourselves in his room, surrounded by posters of anime characters and shelves lined with limited-edition figurines. The room is dimly lit by the glow of multiple computer screens, the familiar hum of gaming equipment filling the air. It feels just like your usual Discord calls, except now you’re physically in the same space.

You boot up Celestial Crusaders on Levi’s secondary computer while he logs in on his main rig. There’s a comfortable silence between you, something born of years of playing together. Once you’re both logged into the game, the familiar interface fills the screen, and you can’t help but smile. You’ve done this a thousand times before, but now, it feels different.

As you slip on your headset and settle into the chair, you catch Levi sneaking a glance at you.

“You ready?” you ask, smiling.

He fidgets with his controller but nods. “Y-Yeah. Let’s just… let’s do this. We’ve got that raid to finish.”

You both log into the voice chat in-game, and for a while, it feels like old times. You’re running through a dungeon, communicating through strategy and banter, Levi’s high-pitched yelps of excitement or frustration filling your headset, though now you can hear the real-life version too.

“Watch out, Y/N! That’s a mob spawn!” Levi shouts.

You dodge just in time, grinning. “Got it, thanks!”

After a particularly tough boss fight, the two of you pause to catch your breath. Levi leans back in his chair, sighing deeply.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” he mumbles, more to himself than to you. “It’s like… every time we played together before, I used to wonder what it’d be like to meet you in real life. And now… well, here you are.”

You glance over at him, surprised by the vulnerable admission. “Yeah, I get that. It’s kind of surreal. I never thought I’d actually meet my favorite gaming buddy in person, let alone in another world.”

He blushes at the word “favorite,” his eyes darting away from yours. “Y-Yeah, well… I guess it’s kinda cool having you here. I mean, if anyone’s gonna survive this crazy demon school with me, it’s you.”

You laugh. “Let’s just hope I don’t get eaten by demons before the semester’s over.”

“Don’t joke about that! This place is dangerous! But… if anything happens, I’ll protect you. I’ve got your back. Just like in the game.”

You smile at his sincerity. “I know, Levi. I’ve always known.”

Months Pass: A Deepening Bond

Over the next few months, you and Levi spend most of your free time together. Whether it’s gaming in his room, watching his favorite anime, or simply hanging out in the RAD library, you grow closer. The rest of the demon brothers notice how inseparable you two have become, and they often tease Levi about it, much to his embarrassment. But he doesn’t seem to mind as much as you expected.

One evening, after a particularly long day of classes, you and Levi retreat to his room again. As you both settle in, the familiar sound of Discord’s notification chime fills the air—a sound that has become almost nostalgic. Levi smiles as he adjusts his headset.

“Ready for another dungeon run?” he asks, his voice casual, but there’s an undertone of excitement.

You grin and nod, booting up the game. “Of course. Let’s show these demons what we’re made of.”

The raid progresses as usual, but as you’re nearing the final boss, you notice Levi has gone unusually quiet.

“Levi?” you ask, glancing over at him. His face is focused, but there’s a nervous energy in the air. “You okay?”

He fidgets with the edge of his hoodie. “Y/N, there’s… something I’ve been meaning to say.”

You pause the game, sensing the shift in tone. “What’s up?”

He doesn’t look at you directly, instead keeping his eyes glued to his screen. “It’s just… well, these past few months have been… really great. I-I mean, not just because we’re in this weird demon world or anything, but because… because you’re here.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you don’t say anything, waiting for him to continue.

“I know we’ve been friends for years online, but having you here in person… it’s different. I don’t know how to explain it, but… I’m really glad you’re here. Like, really glad.”

You feel warmth spread through your chest. Levi, in his awkward, roundabout way, is trying to tell you something important. You smile softly, reaching out to gently place a hand on his arm.

“I’m really glad I’m here too, Levi. I’ve always felt like we had something special, even when we were just online friends. But now, it’s… different

[ann4zw]

My Perfect Girl.

N/a: Let's start with an apology. Because English is not my native language and I know there can be a lot of mistakes in English. I would appreciate if you could inform me about this error.I've written a thing or two before, but this is the first time I've written something like this and it's about Hayden and one of his characters. I've never written anything NSFW either, but I hope you like it, kisses from Ana. (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Content warnings: NSFW content!! Sam Monroe x reader, mention of drugs (marijuana), explicit sex, characters of legal age.

You were returning from a long walk to clear your head. Before leaving the house, you had a heated fight with your parents. Immersed in a sea of emotions, you found yourself weighed down by the overwhelming weight of being constantly underestimated. His weakened self-esteem reflected the lack of recognition from his family, who inadvertently focused more on expectations and demands than on his true qualities and efforts dedicated to them.

Every benevolent act you performed seemed to disappear in the shadow of family demands, without receiving the praise and recognition it deserved. The constant pressure left you immersed in a feeling of devaluation, as if the light of your achievements were constantly dimmed by the incessant noise of demands.

The bitter melody of lack of recognition echoed in his heart, even as he struggled to provide support and care to those around him.

In the middle of this tumultuous path, his eyes met those of Sam Monroe, his dear neighbor, who was on the porch of his house smoking marijuana. The moon cast a soft light over the scene, and when their eyes met, Sam gave a small wave in his direction. With nothing to lose, you decided to get closer, you didn't want to go home anyway.

"Are you humble enough to share the dram?" he asked, staring at Sam with a smirk as he leaned against the porch. He replied with a sarcastic smile, "I didn't think Miss Perfect was into that kind of thing," but he eventually gave in and shared the joint.

"Perfection is overrated, don't you think? Sometimes we need to escape the pressure and just live." You with a yellow smile as you took the joint to your mouth and took a light drag, you feel Sam watching you as you do so.

"True. Life is complicated enough. Sometimes a break is all we need." Sam responds by changing the direction of his gaze to the moon.

As you share light-hearted laughter and thoughts, the initial tension between you melts away. Sam, more seriously, asks, "What about you? What brought you here on this complicated night?"

You hesitate for a moment but end up deciding to share, once again, what do you have to lose? "Family, expectations... I feel like I'm always trying to meet their demands, but it's never enough."

Sam looks at you in a way you can't decipher and says. "I understand."

The conversation flows smoothly, and as the joint is shared, a deeper connection is established. You suddenly feel Sam's hand caressing his face, and then you turn your face slightly so you can meet his eyes, oh, those eyes...

"You're so..." he seems to get a little lost for words but ends with "beautiful." you feel a slight fervor on your face when you hear the praise coming from Sam, before you can respond he speaks; "I could kiss you right now." he said with an amused tone as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Then kiss.." I take the courage out of my ass to say that but I'm glad I said it.

Heart racing, hands shaking slightly. I look into Sam's deep eyes, feeling the electric energy between us. With a playful smile on his face, he leans towards me slightly, capturing my lips softly. The kiss starts out soft and tentative, but soon turns into something more intense and passionate. Sam's hands lightly cup his face, while I surrender to the moment, feeling the warmth of his touch and the sweetness of the kiss. It's a magical moment, where the world around you disappears, and you find yourself immersed in the intimacy of this special moment.

Your breathing gets deeper as Sam's kisses send goosebumps across your skin. You feel enveloped by a wave of desire, an intense fire burning within you. With a shaking hand, you caress Sam's face as he continues to explore every inch of your neck. Every touch, every movement, seems to electrify his body, making his senses seem to be on edge, completely surrendered to the overwhelming passion of the moment. Whispers of pleasure escape your lips, and you feel completely enveloped by this intense connection with Sam. The world around you disappears as you give in to the pure emotion of the moment.

With a quick movement, Sam traps you between him and the balcony, holding tight to your waist, while lowering his lips to his neck. You rest your hand on the back of his neck, lightly pulling his dyed black hair, feeling his body react with heat and fervor to the hot kiss that Sam places on his neck. His every touch is like a flame that ignites his skin, taking you to a state of ecstasy and complete surrender to the fiery moment you share.

Your breathing gets deeper as Sam's kisses send goosebumps across your skin. You feel enveloped by a wave of desire, an intense fire burning within you. Every touch, every movement, seems to electrify your body, making your senses seem to be on edge. Whispers of pleasure escape your lips, and you feel completely enveloped by this intense connection with Sam. The world around you disappears as you give in to the pure emotion of the moment.

Sam suddenly stops the kisses, and you look at him with a confused look. "We can't do that here, pretty." he says. You have a great idea and look at him with a mischievous smile. He soon returns the smile, curious about what is going on in your mind, and his eyes shine brightly as he waits to find out what you are planning.

With a quick, purposeful movement, you grab Sam's hand and pull him towards your house. As soon as you enter the main door, you hear murmurs coming from the kitchen, where your parents are busy with some activity that you don't even care about. Sam understands the situation and gives you a knowing look, smiling with admiration for your determined manner. Without hesitation, you lead him to his room.

As soon as they enter the room, Sam acts quickly by pressing you against the door and sharing a passionate kiss with you. You can feel his warm, calloused hands smooth your ass and then give them a firm squeeze. You push him gently, leading Sam to the bed.

"What's the plan now?" Sam asks, giving him a curious look.

You respond with a mischievous smile, "Well, I guess we'll make this moment even more interesting." Kneeling in front of him, he adds, "What do you think?" Sam picks up on the suggestion and returns the look with a mischievous smile, understanding perfectly. With agility, you unbuckle Sam's belt, taking his cock out. It was bigger than thick, it was red and with pulsing veins, which only increased his desire to shove it down his throat.

You then place his red head on your lips, sucking it like it's candy. Sam's loud moans fill the room as he throws his head back. With confidence, you welcome him completely into your mouth, making skillful back and forth movements, intensifying the connection between you while maintaining eye contact with Sam, you watch him moan, with his mouth half open, his forehead sweaty. You just smile, thinking if that's all for you.

Sam moans praise, saying: "Such a beautiful girl, such a delicious mouth..." When he tries to put his hand on his head to maintain a rhythm, you intensify the suction, forcing him to place his hands on the bed for support. and avoid collapsing in the face of the intensity of the moment.

Sam's chest rose and fell, his moans echoing in the room, you increase the suction even more and begin to massage his sensitive balls as well. "Pretty, I'm going to cum.." Sam's moans took on a desperate tone, he needed to cum. Sam began to moan his name repeatedly, increasingly euphoric, as if the words were a visceral expression of pleasure. The room echoed with your moans, he tries to push your head so you can let his cock free from your mouth but you hold your thighs tightly, feeling hot ropes of sperm in your throat, you swallow everything that Sam pours for you, without stop sucking him even more, even though he has already cum..

"honey, that's too much." He moans loudly from overstimulation as you continue working with his sensitive cock, he tries to push you away but he is out of strength from his recent orgasm. “pretty, I don’t…” a loud moan escapes his lips as he tries to stammer out the words. "I can't take it-" his breathing becomes even faster as he moans even louder, giving rise to his second orgasm. You insist on taking him until the last drop that comes out of that beautiful cock.

When you're sure you've done it, you slowly back away as you watch Sam recover. He looks at you with a mischievous smile on his face. "My God, you're perfect," Sam said with an amused tone and a hoarse voice, revealing a mixture of surprise and admiration. In response, you smile and go on top of him, fishing his lips in a wet kiss, sharing the taste of your own cock and cum with him. “You taste so good,” you say in a whisper as you continue to kiss Sam, sucking and biting his lower lips. Sam ran his hands over your body, taking off your clothes while you enjoyed his mouth with the best kiss you've ever tasted.

"I think mine comes from making you moan, don't you think?" He says with a smile, laying you down on the bed, climbing on top of you and running his tongue over your nipple, sucking it like a baby in search of your breast milk. Brushing his dick against your soaked entrance, he lifts his head to look at you and says, “Ready?” He asks with a horny smile, before you can respond, Sam shoves his entire length into your hungry hole, making you scream in a loud moan, the stretch giving you a pain that makes you arch your back. "Oops, it slipped.." he says with an amused tone. "I-Idiot.." you moan and he runs his finger across your lips. "Be quiet, pretty, you don't want your parents to come here, do you?" Sam teases and you remember that your parents are home, damn it, you completely forgot about that, but you have something more important to think about right now.

He immediately grabbed her hand and began to thrust hard and fast, dragging his tongue down her throat to her breasts and sucking them. Sam took his hand and lifted his head to lick his ear, speaking very softly in his ear. "Okay, pretty? I can do this all day." In response to his provocation, you let out an extremely loud moan, Sam covered your mouth and spoke. "Noisy bitch." He says with a mocking smile on his face. Sam kissed you, groping your breasts and pinching your nipples, making you shudder.

"Ah, pretty", he says between moans, "You're a complete mess, so perfect... my perfect girl."

He pulls you into a wet, dirty kiss and you whimper, drooling on his lips, your eyelashes fluttering as they touch your clit.

"Taking my dick so well with that perfect pussy.." He kisses you on the neck, giving light hickeys, never stopping to thrust hard inside you, reaching your sweetest spot, it doesn't take long for you to feel a familiar sensation in your core. "Sam.. I'm going to cum!" You say with a moan, your back arching as your chest rose and fell. Sam, upon hearing his words, pulls your legs to rest them on his shoulder and starts thrusting uncontrollably, making you scream even more, the impact noise of the meat hitting each other was loud and echoed throughout the room. “cum for me, perfect girl, pour your delicious honey on my dick” He says teasingly in your ear, he knows the effects it has on you. As you feel the knot in your core break, you moan Sam's name as you spill your cum onto his cock, after a few thrusts, Sam does the same to your pussy.

After the moment of ecstasy, Sam collapsed next to him, the bed serving as a silent witness to their shared emotions. Both tried to catch their breath, their sweaty bodies revealing the intensity of the encounter. The room, which had been too noisy, was now filled with silence, just the subtle echo of intertwined breaths, as tiredness transformed into a comforting feeling of shared intimacy.

Sam's gaze finds his pussy, which was dripping with both of your cum, and a smile forms on his lips. “Look at this,” he says looking at you, his lips find yours tenderly, he holds your chin gently. "You're perfect," he says, each word filled with appreciation. The intimacy of the moment transcends words, leaving only the sweet melody of shared connection in the air. "My perfect girl." , gently stroking your abdomen as he strokes your hair.

Sam looks at you with a smile after the shared moment. "Do you always have that amazing smile after a moment like that?"

"Maybe it's your ability to bring smiles." You respond jokingly.

Sam laughs softly, appreciating the answer.

"Well, I can only thank you for the inspiration. How do you feel now?" He asks and you reflect on the moment, expressing your feelings. "Like I'm floating on clouds, what about you?"

Sam shares the same sentiment. "The same. I think we managed to create something special here." Both recognize the uniqueness of the moment.

"Definitely."

As you enjoyed each other's caresses, a sound of footsteps echoes down the stairs, making you quickly look at Sam.

"Sam, you locked the door didn't you?" Sam looks at you confused, and for a brief moment, you share a look of mutual surprise.

"What? I thought you locked it."

[weirdestbooks]

A Little Brother's Guidance (Wattpad | Ao3)

for @lost-islands

Michigan was excited to meet his little brother. He was waiting for his Uncle James to walk the new territory over to him and Indiana from wherever the new territory appeared. His head was leaning against Indiana’s shoulder, and she was rubbing her thumb over his knuckles.

He was excited to be an older brother. Michigan had been the baby for so long that he was excited to have someone younger than him around, both because Michigan could baby them and his older siblings would baby him less.

He knew they would never stop, though. Not when Michigan was blind.

Well, blind wasn’t entirely accurate. Michigan could see sometimes, like when he was in charge of the body or looking out of his Dad’s eyes.

But never anything that wasn’t real. Anything in the little world they had in his father’s head was not visible to him. They weren’t sure why. Uncle James thought it was because Michigan couldn’t imagine visual things, even if he was trying to remember something that he had been able to see. Indiana thought it was because Michigan was going to be blind when he got his body and could only see now because Dad could.

Michigan didn’t really care what was causing it. It didn’t change the fact that he couldn’t see.

Michigan smiled as he heard footsteps approaching, knowing that it was his uncle and little brother making his way over to them. Indiana released his hand, and Michigan pulled his head off of her shoulder.

“Illinois, these are two of your older siblings,” Uncle James said as Michigan turned his head to face the sound of his uncle’s voice.

“Hi! I’m Illinois!” his little brother chirped. His high-pitched voice hinted to Michigan that his brother was probably very young physically.

“Hello, Illinois. I’m Indiana, and this here is Michigan,” Indiana said. Michigan smiled, waving in what he hoped was the direction of his little brother.

“Hello, Illinois.”

“And for your benefit, Michigan, Illinois is about physically five, with brown hair and blue eyes. He has eagle wings like you, and they are so adorable. He had freckles and—” Uncle James began before Illinois cut him off.

“Why are you describing me to Mishhh—Mitchigan?” Illinois asked. His voice was so innocent and sweet, and Michigan could now tell that Illinois had a lisp as the new territory stumbled over the s sounds in his speech, even pronouncing Michigan’s name wrong.

He didn’t care. Hearing his little brother stumble over his speech was adorable, and Michigan could feel warmth blooming in his chest. Was this what his siblings felt when he was born?

No wonder they babied him.

“I can’t see Illinois, so Uncle James describes things to me so I can…” he couldn’t imagine them; the visual images inside his head were as nonexistent as the ones outside of his head, “get an understanding of my surroundings and people within them.”

There was a brief moment of silence before Michigan suddenly stumbled forward, a tiny hand having grabbed his own and was pulling him forward.

“Illinois?” Michigan asked, taking a guess as to who that was—none of his siblings had hands that small, after all. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to help you see things!” The small territory chirped, and Michigan couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“Thank you, Noi. What are you going to see for me first?” Michigan asked, deciding not to mention to Illinois that the little world had been explained to him a dozen times over and that he could navigate it with little difficulty. Well, aside from the forest. It was too complex, and the ground was so covered in roots and rock that he always tripped on things.

“Over here is Uncle James’ house!” Illinois said cheerily through his lisp, seemingly forgetting that Michigan could not see whatever he was pointing at. Michigan decided not to mention it so that the young boy could have his fun.

“Really? What does it look like?” Michigan asked.

“It’s made of…mud, I think? It has a straw roof and is yellow! Wait, do you know what yellow is?” Illinois asked. Michigan nodded.

“I can see through Dad’s eyes, so I got to have colors explained to me,” Michigan explained, “And I know yellow is the color of happiness, according to James.”

There was a brief moment of silence before Illinois gasped.

“I’m sorry, Mitchigan! I nodded and forgot you couldn’t see me. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” he said, sounding so panicked. Michigan laughed.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to,” Michigan said before carefully lowering himself to the ground and holding out his arms. “Can I have a hug? I’d do it myself, but I’m not sure how tall you are and don’t want to knock you over.”

Michigan was then knocked over by a small body barreling into him as tiny arms and wings wrapped around him. Michigan squeezed his little brother tighter, wrapping his wings around the small boy. 

He knew his body would become young again when he was born, but right now, Michigan had the body of a teenager, and his large, fully developed (although useless) wings felt like they covered the small territory.

Eventually, Illinois pulled away, but Michigan could still feel the familiar pinpricks in his neck, which meant that someone was looking at him.

“Before we continue to the tour,” Michigan asked, “Can I feel your face? It helps me understand more about what you look like.”

“Yes!” Illinois said before grabbing Michigan’s hand and putting it in his face. Michigan slowly traced his hand over Illinois’ facial features. His nose was small and narrow, and his eyelashes felt long. Michigan moved his hand over to Illinois’ ears, wondering how wide his face was. Illinois let out a little giggle.

“That tickles!” he said. Michigan smiled.

“I’ve been told that it can,” Michigan said before putting a hand over Ilinois’ mouth as the territory giggled, feeling the smile that was present there. Satisfied, Michigan pulled his hand away.

“Thank you, Illinois.”

“You’re welcome! I’m glad I can help you see!”

“Yeah, me too.”

[adminbryantsaki]

Black Pepper

Kurogiri x reader.

(I do not own My Hero Academia or the characters within. Anything associated with that fandom belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. This story belongs to my 2023 Spice-tober collection. I hope you enjoy. If this story isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

TW: Monster Fucking, Size difference, non-con, sensory deprivation. WC: 890

You were sitting in your living room in front of the fireplace, reading a book to unwind when you had the feeling that something was watching you from the shadows. You looked in the direction where you thought the thing watching you would be only to see nothing but shadows in the corners of the room. Having settled your mind, you set your book down on the coffee table and closed your eyes. Your rest didn’t last long though as you heard something woosh by you and a faint scent of black pepper filled your nostrils.

You opened your eyes and saw a shadowy figure standing in your kitchen. Your heart beat quickened and your breathing grew unsteady as you felt the blood drain from your face as you saw the very being that you thought was a ghost that had entered your home. You watched the creature settled and revealed a pair of glowing, yellow eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. You stood up and armed yourself with the book as you entered the kitchen and watched the creature’s gaze follow you as you got close to the being and attempted to whack it over the head with your book. You missed as the purplish-black fog that the creature was made from dodged your attack and it moved closer to you. Upon being only a mere few inches from this being, you were able to see that it was one of the more dangerous Nomu that had been attacking the top Pro heroes of your country. You gasped and dropped your book.

“What do you want from me? I don’t mean you any harm. Please don’t hurt me.” You pleaded. “I wish not to hurt you. I merely need your help with something.” The mysterious stranger spoke. “What is it?” You asked. “You will see.” He spoke and enveloped you in a black cloud. You screamed as all your senses were cut off  and you feel the sense of being carried to somewhere, you didn’t know where you were going because of being blinded by the fog. You felt yourself set down on something soft, thinking it was your bed. You felt the creature pull your bottoms off and something hard and wet slide up into your pussy. You desperately wanted to cry out but a tendril of black fog was covering your mouth.

You looked up into the creature’s eyes and wondered what happened to the creature, where did it come from, and why did it want you? Did it escape from some facility where it was born and it immediately came here because it had the urge to mate? You didn’t care now, as it pushed its member deeper into you, quickly cumming inside of you and waiting until you came on its cock. The creature pulled out of you and backed up into the shadows, leaving you spent and pleasure filled on your bed. You looked over at a corner of your room for some sign of the creature but there was no sight of the creature in your room. Carefully you got off your bed and wandered your house looking for him without any luck. You went back to your room and you saw a note on your nightstand. You picked it up and read what was inscribed on the paper. It read: “Thank you for this evening. My name is Kurogiri. I hope I can meet you again without such a rushed situation. There isn’t a need for a phone number as I do not have one. But I know where you live and I’ll come back once things are a bit safer for me.

See you later,

Kurogiri.” You held the note to your chest and felt a sense of warmth and happiness within you. A few weeks go by and you’re still at your cabin. You were inside enjoying a hot meal and the warmth from your fireplace as you were watching a movie from your laptop. It was storming outside and you didn’t dare go outside, fear of getting drenched and sick. You listened to the tapping noise of the rain against your sliding back door when something huge impacted with it, making you jump. You looked over a saw Kurogiri looking inside from the back porch like a lost puppy. You got up and let him inside and guided him to the fireplace where you helped him dry off and warm up from being outside for who knows how long. “What were you doing out there?” You asked once you brought back a steaming mug of hot apple cider for him. “Trying to find my way back to you. Its harder to teleport in the rain. But I’m glad I made it back.” He told you. You smiled and sat down next to him, glad that this mysterious man, creature, whoever he was, was now back and safe with you. The End.

[eldritchaccident]

Timing: April 16th Location: Ontario, Canada Warnings: asphyxiation tw Summary: Teddy finds the fam

The road eastward brought blooms and warmth. Even as north as Canada, spring made its way into each and every bud, every blade of grass, every flower rebelliously bursting through half frozen soil. Bringing brightness and color to an otherwise inauspicious trek. The road, a dull gray, felt twice as dire in contrast to the burst of life on either side of the blackened river of concrete and asphalt. The coordinates landed a few hours northeast of Thunder Bay in Ontario. Across the tumultuous waves of Lake Superior. 

The town itself wasn’t named on the map, but the small section of the coastline was almost… too perfectly hidden from any means of internet research. The only ways that led in were nameless ghost roads winding from numbered tributaries, eventually leading off towards the main arterial highways of the Great White North. The secrecy wasn’t comforting. If anything, it brought back the severe stare that picture leveled against Teddy, the way it made their stomach curdle. 

Few thoughts brought them solace, but nothing would calm their mind if they didn’t go down this road. Little memories provided warmth. Rough hands gently rubbing circles on their back. The smell of wet earth as two pairs of gloves tenderly introduced seedlings to the soil. Splashes of water and flashes of fur, scales, tiny buggy feets all being cared for by one who barely shows her smiles to the world. Late night pizza filled research sessions, learning the ways of magic neither had been instructed upon. When Teddy finished all this, when they got the answers they were looking for, that was their reward. Going home. Being at peace. Being able to live and exist again, no longer torn in two by a past divided. 

Destiny came sooner the more they thought on its epilogue. 

The drive was long, hard, and filled with endless uneventful hours for Teddy to sit and ruminate on every possibility. Every outcome, however unlikely. They almost missed the sign declaring their entrance into the town of Echo. Proudly declaring a small population, barely capping a thousand residents. The sign was old though, so, who knew if it was accurate. Teddy took a minute to confer with the gps system (Since their phone was utterly useless now). They were heading in the right direction. This was it. 

Wheels rolled onward, the yellow bug rumbling into what appeared to be the one main drag this town had to offer. Old Victorian and Colonial style houses dappled the streets along with small shops and restaurants. A single grocery store, and thankfully, a motel. A good place as any to set up shop. 

Teddy pulled into the small parking lot, headed in towards what looked like the office, happy to see a smiling (albeit a little shocked) face at the end of their long, long trip. 

“H-hey there! Can I help you?” The woman behind the counter stuttered, almost like she was unsure if this fell within her job description. Teddy returned her smile only bigger, and she seemed to relax. 

“Don’t get too many travelers here do you?” 

“Nah, certain times of year, sure. Can’t say this is really tourist season now, bud.” She looked apologetic, and Teddy noticed the phone she tucked away into her desk, and how candy crush was for sure still on the screen. “But we’re always glad to see a new face! Are you planning on staying?”

“Absolutely, Just a room for one, please.” “Can do, Just need to see your license and a credit card and I can get ya set right up.” The clerical steps weren’t exactly the most interesting thing, but Teddy was pleased when the two fake cards went undetected. 

“Mr. Jogia…? How many nights do you wanna book with us?” 

“Put me down for a week.” 

“Oh my! Alrighty, what brings you up this way?” 

“Ah, you know. Doing some research for a school project. Something about the older and less well known towns in Ontario.” A classic lie, half laden with just a sprinkling of truth. Research, yes, school? Eh. Teddy figured they knew enough from watching shows that a history class might give out something like this as homework. 

The rest of the conversation was about as friendly (if dry) as it had been til that point. Teddy was given a room and the keys along with it. The secretary, June, even gave them a heads up on which restaurants were a must, and which were a bust. Poutine De Manger. Was amongst the highest rated, and of course had their mind going back to Wicked’s Rest and that strange animal control officer with his very favorite phrase. 

With their bags unpacked and quaint little room set up for the week, Teddy set out into the town. The final stretch to the coordinates on the back of the picture. The road leading up was paved, but strangely. The normal gravel and concrete method had been forsaken in favor of some intricate mosaic. One that Teddy recognized had the same symbol they kept seeing all throughout the town. Almost every building, every road sign, every business had it somewhere on them. Even the sign leading into the town itself bore the sixteen pointed star. 

Before they could even see the break in the trees, Teddy pulled their car off to the side. Hiding it (well enough) with some branches and whatnot. The rest of the trek would have to be on foot, lest someone notice the sound and give away their position. Between the trees, they made their approach, finding not just one house but several. Almost like a cul-de-sac or Plantation, with a central manor surrounded by smaller, but no less intricate houses. 

Teddy crept from hiding place to hiding place until the figures came fully into view. A scattering of people walked in amongst the buildings. Some of them were further off from the main stretch. In the space stretching between, fields of various herbs and flowers grew and were tended to by some of the inhabitants. A lot of which, they admitted to themself, looked similar to them. One of the ones in the field had the same nose and hair as Teddy, but a much more muscular build. Tattoos along his arms and neck, runic, sometimes glowing as the caster exerted magical effort. Another, over by what looked to be stables had the same eyes, the same skin tone, and the same smile, but much taller and somehow even lankier than Teddy. It was odd. A series of fun house mirrors over and over again. If this truly was their father’s home, did that mean this was a whole family affair, a whole coven? Were they… cousins? An idea that sent a fluttering in Ted’s stomach, too early to tell whether it was a good or a bad thing. 

A few more carefully timed sprints, a semi-hazardous climb, and Teddy had managed to find a vantage point from which to fully observe. The barn had an overlook in the attic. From there the caster could stay hidden all while peering into the windows of a few of the houses. Able to keep track of the comings and goings of any of the main structures. Cautious and careful, they settled in for the long watch. 

The largest house captured the largest portion of their attention. Why wouldn’t it? The grand old manor had people coming in and out at all times of the day. A bustling hive of activity, alight with magical energy. This whole place thrummed with it. Electrified, exhilarating. Made it hard for Teddy to keep still but they needed this information. Needed to find him. Still, a few hours in there was no sign. 

Afternoon turned to dusk, and in the twilight Teddy began to nod off. Sleep finally caught up, the ever persistent hunter. But a sound, sharp and metallic, caught them before they slipped. A car door had slammed just outside of the main manor. A few of the casters below dragged someone from their seat. Teddy squinted, trying to make out the face of the new player, but realized quickly they hadn’t recognized them at all. A man, skinny, white, maybe in his late thirties or early forties. Hard to say. He looked haggard and horrified, made even more so when the doors to the manor flung open and an old woman flanked on either side by masked guards casually stepped forward. 

Gold embroidered the shawl draped along her shoulders with ancient runes and glyphs. An old dark cane clicked against the stonework as she stepped down. Elegant, somehow, was the first word that came to Teddy’s mind. Fierce was next, followed quickly by terrifying. Something in her stature spoke of raw power. She radiated it. Embodied it. Carrying her age like a weapon rather than a crutch. Her gaze was just as severe as the one in the photo. Her features too similar to be anyone but Teddy’s very own grandmother. 

There was a conversation happening, but the only parts the hidden caster could make out were the pleas of the man, begging for more time. Saying he could collect the money, that he could pay off his debt. She seemed utterly uninterested, right up until the man lurched forward. Attempting what Teddy could only imagine was some kind of Hail Mary to escape. 

Simply as anything, the old woman raised her hand. A glow lit her eyes up in the dim golden dusk. Bright, tealish blue. First, a barrier manifested between her and the charging man, who Teddy only just realized had been let go by the two from the car. Next was much harder to watch. The same barrier slunk in and wrapped around the man’s head. Slowly, excruciatingly, shrinking, smaller, smaller, smaller. 

Claustrophobia hadn’t been one of Teddy’s biggest fears or anything, but even they felt like the world was just a little too tight while they watched the man struggle for air and space. His hands scratched to no avail at the magical material, all while the woman looked coldly on, uncaring, unmoving. All they could think of was how Leviathan explained Lydia’s death, how it said Teddy laughed while she suffocated. The beast had been proud of that. Brought it up often. Watching it happen now to some stranger, all they felt was sick. 

They couldn’t watch anymore. There wasn’t anything they could do for the man. Averted eyes fell on another scene. Off the main course, toward one of the other houses. Another set of windows into a life that might have been theirs. Breath caught in Teddy’s throat, the very person they’d been looking for sat in the living room of that house. Time hadn’t sat still for the man, dusty white streaks peppered his temples and beard. Lines drew long on his face, somehow making his features more angular, more severe. Except… he was smiling. 

He wasn’t alone. 

A young girl with long dark wavy hair stood in front, happily displaying a show of magical efficiency. The same teal light choking a man not thirty yards away danced along her fingers and manipulated a series of flowers to form a crown. Their father looked enthused. Proud. 

Struck, suddenly, Teddy’s chest tightened. Their breath left entirely. Blood rushed from their fingers, from their face, all flooding to their legs. Ready to run. Heartbeats became all they could hear, drowning the dying man’s wails from inside his personal magical torture chamber. They could feel their own magic welling up, threatening to surface, threatening to break something. Teddy had to leave. Teddy had to get out of there before their position was compromised. Teddy had to do something or they were going to explode. 

Finding their father was a lot. Finding a whole family of casters with whom they shared blood was a lot. 

But this was too much. 

Teddy had a little sister. 

Shit.

[k-writer1998]

Through Your Eyes (1/3)

w.c: 2.5k

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Breathing in the cool air to the rhythm of the waves crashing on the sand, I close my eyes to bask in the light of the sun but there is no warmth to it. The cool winter breeze only made this beach feel more desolate and calming as I stood on the seaside alone. Or so I thought. Click. At the sudden noise my head turned to the direction of the sound as my eyes snapped open to look at the perpetrator. What greeted my sight was an awestruck girl a few feet from me, camera in hand. My feet pulled me towards her and only upon noticing the closing distance did she snap out of whatever trance she was under.

“Did you take a photo of me?”

“Subconsciously? Yes. Well it was more instinct but it definitely wasn’t intentional. I was taking pictures of the sea but I turned at the sound of a seagull and then you were in my viewfinder and I just-”

“Can you just delete the photo then?” I cut off her rambling.

“I mean normally I would… but this time I can’t… is there any way I can convince you to change your mind? Technically you can’t see your face because of the direction of the sun, so like…”

“I don’t appreciate strangers having photos of me regardless.”

“Well in that case, my name is y/n. I’m a photographer, my favorite color is chick yellow, I can’t handle spicy food although on occasion it does taste good, and I have a dog named Mint.” She smiles as if things were that easy.

“That’s not how that works.”

“It usually does in movies,” she mumbles to herself with a pout before continuing, “Listen, I get where you’re coming from and I know this is a really weird request but this photo is really important to me.”

“That’s a little concerning since I’m the subject of the photo. Are you a stalker or something?”

I wasn’t sure what the point of continuing this conversation was. I should just go to the police and it would solve everything but what was holding me back? Is it because of her incessant rambling that reminds me of a child that I don't have the heart to? Not like much of my heart is left. She was still going on about something before she suddenly snapped, drawing my attention back to her from my thoughts.

“Let’s make a bet. Give me one week. If I can get you to be my friend by then, let me keep the photo and if not I’ll delete it. One chance. That’s all I’m asking.”

She looked directly in my eyes and the sincerity in them shone bright… I didn’t gain anything from this ridiculous game. I want to be alone, why else would people come out to the winter sea? A dying man has little empathy for those who can continue living but as I opened my mouth to respond, Felix came to mind and guilt washed over me. Fine. Judging from the fragments, all I have is a week anyways. Why not spend them with her? Let's call this my final act of kindness.

“Deal.”

“Listen you don’t even- Oh thank god. I thought you were gonna refuse again,” she laughs. “Then first matter of business. Hi, nice to meet you. I’m y/n,” she announced as she stuck out her hand.

“Seungmin,” I replied, shaking her hand.

“Well then Seungmin, let’s have dinner together. Meet back here around… six?”

I gave a small salute in acknowledgement and and after exchanging numbers I went on my way, the girl's muttering about the ocean and the sound of the shutter fading behind me. The share house I was staying at was run by an old woman who didn’t want to be alone, it was a quaint home with little disturbance. Perfect for someone like me. My feet barely passed through the gate before my body froze at the sound of something dropping. A sigh blew past my lips as I leaned down to pick up the fallen fragment. Another one for the box…

“Seungmin, are you sure about this?”

“I’ll be fine. I should have enough time to take a small trip and be back. I’ll check into the hospital then, I just need time to collect my thoughts.”

That was a lie and both Dr. Bang, the director of the hanahaki wing and specialist in love diseases, and I knew this but he only sighed in response.

“I won’t deny your request but as your doctor, even if you find it pointless to collect your fallen pieces, still do it. Take care and don’t head out anywhere too far.”

“Roger that… How’s Felix?”

“It’s ever so small but his condition is getting better. Are you going to tell him?”

“No, he just needs to focus on getting better.”

“He’ll get upset with you when he finds out.”

“I’ll get over that hurdle when I get there,” I responded with a remorseful smile.

The memory began to fade out as my phone’s buzzing pulled me back to the present. When did the sky start to change color?

y/n: are you allergic to anything? Wouldn’t want to kill you on accident ^^; Seungmin: no y/n: Noted. See you soon :D

Ah, it’s almost time. As I was closing the gate to leave, there was creaking behind me followed by a gasp that caught my attention. Upon turning around, my eyes were greeted with y/n’s surprised face.

“Oh You’re staying with Granny Jeong?”

“Your place?” I asked, pointing at the house behind her, after giving her a nod.

“My aunt’s but she travels often so she encourages me to use it if I’m ever around, but this is perfect! It saves us an extra five minutes. Let’s go!”

She smiled excitedly as if such a short bit of time was a big deal. Like an excited child y/n went on ahead, only stopping when she realized that I wasn’t keeping pace with her so she beckoned me to hurry up. After a short walk we arrived at the restaurant and to be frank, I wasn’t sure what to expect but somehow where we ended up seemed perfectly “her”.

“We are by the sea and you choose to eat fried chicken?”

“Hey, it was the safest option. You really didn’t give me much to work with. What if I took you somewhere and you actually hated it? I’m not trying to hit negative friendship points.”

I rolled my eyes at her ridiculous reason but the restaurant was actually quite cozy. An awkward tension settled upon us, neither sure of how to speak to a complete stranger. The silence seemed to be getting to her as she started to fidget with things on the table. Giving her the benefit of the doubt for putting this much effort so far, I speak up.

“So you never told me why my photo is so important.”

“Well you know how I said I was a photographer? To simply put it, I’m in a slump. Every photo I took the angles were wrong, the lighting wasn’t right, etc. and so… I may have scrapped all the photos prepared for an exhibit in two weeks?”

“Is it an “artist” thing to be so impulsive?”

“You know other artists?”

“No but I can’t really say this,” I gesture between us, “is all that thought out either.”

“You know what they say about artists, we all got a screw loose somewhere,” she jokes. “But I came out to the sea to find inspiration then you appeared and well everything worked out somehow.”

“To find inspiration or to run away?”

I said it without much meaning. Who was I to judge when I was here to do the same? I expected some goofy response or a lighthearted excuse but instead she gave me a small smile and shrugged.

“Aren’t you doing the same?”

It was such a direct answer that it threw me off guard. So she can be serious… Thankfully before she was able to catch my initial shock, the food arrived. As the waiter laid out our food, I noticed he had placed a pitcher of beer on the table with two glasses. I gave her a skeptical look as they left.

“You sure you’ll be okay with all that alcohol?”

“It's not like I have to finish it, but it’s no fun drinking alone, drink with me?”

“Asking a dying man to drink?”

“If death is already coming, why not enjoy it a bit? Although it’s only a request, you have every right to deny me.”

She replied without missing a beat, as if the slip of my tongue didn’t happen. It felt… odd. Never commented on the cracks running along my skin, her eyes not scanning me worriedly as if I’d shatter this very instance; it was just… normal. Maybe that’s why I pushed the second glass forward. We clinked our full glasses and took a swig before she let a big shiver run through her body as she smiled at me.

“Okay, now that we’re out of the weird stage and I’ve had some liquid courage, ask me anything you like.”

“Uhm, what’s your soulmate mark I guess?”

“The color of my eyes match the color of my soulmate’s hair. Yeah, it’s one of those stupid ones especially since mine have never changed color. Boring.” She shrugged before asking me, “If you’re dying why go along with my game?”

“You really don’t pull your punches do you? Well… I’m not really sure either. I thought of it as a final gift to my best friend so at least he can be at peace that I didn’t die alone?”

“Are you a lightweight? That’s a little too honest for that little bit of alcohol, although I’m not complaining.”

“That was two questions,” I rolled my eyes but felt a ghost of a smile teasing at the corners of my mouth.

“Actually it was rhetorical, plus you never answered me, so that doesn’t count. Your turn.”

“Do you think you’d fall in love at first sight with your soulmate if you met them?”

Even in my final days, my brain continues to torture itself. I couldn’t help it. It all ended in an instant the minute her soulmate appeared. Or maybe this happened because I thought she was my soulmate… before I could spiral any further y/n’s voice cut through my thoughts.

“I don’t really try to worry about something out of my control. Isn't it better to focus on how you feel now? My belief is that if you’re always living in the future, you’ll only end up regretting your past and you miss your present.”

“I can’t tell if you’re scatter-brained, or wise beyond your years.”

“Why not both? It’s very non-artist of you to try to fit things in one box or another,” she jabs sarcastically. “Okay since we’re on the soulmate topic what’s your mark?”

“Same as yours.”

“Oh? A comrade,” she says as she tilts her glass to me before drinking some more. “Since you're a stickler for the rules you can get a second question after this. Any crazy colors?”

“There were a few but the longest was red. The patients loved that one.”

“That’s absolutely adorable.”

“Yeah until they laugh themselves into an oxygen mask because kids thought I was a vampire,” her mouth dropped and this time I really did smile. “Sorry, doctor jokes. Anyways, why photography?”

“Hmm… it’s like capturing little snippets of life and making your own story from it I guess? It’s hard to put into words.”

“You can ask another one because none comes to mind,” I said with a low hum as I took a bite of my chicken.

“Wow you really don’t want to get to know me, “ she laughs before a flash of seriousness strikes her once again. “Well then if it’s something you’re willing to share, why are you dying?”

It took y/n longer than I thought to ask about this, she seems more mindful than she lets on. I mean the topic became inevitable the moment “dying” fell from my own mouth. Well, if she is the last person I meet then at least there will be one person who will know the whole story.

“I’ve never really explained my situation in its entirety before. So where to start…” I contemplate my words for a bit before continuing. “I have shattered heart disease, a love disease variation that literally breaks my heart into pieces.”

As if to drive my point I pull down my turtleneck to expose the cracks that run along the side of my neck, the cracks making a more intricate web the closer they crawl toward my heart. She showed no reaction, aside from the understanding nod of her head to encourage me to continue but I felt the words get caught in my throat.

“So who gave it to you?” Her voice was quiet as she gave me a small smile that seemed to help relax a bit of tension that had taken a hold of me.

“My ex… if we can even say that,” I chuckle bitterly. “We never officially dated but we were practically a couple. Dates, hand holding, late night calls, most of our time spent together… the works. She also had the same mark so I wanted to believe she was my soulmate or more so I already did, until she came rushing up to me full of excitement.”

“She found her actual soulmate?”

I was thankful for not having to utter those words myself but hearing someone else state the truth stung in a different way than saying it would have. As if the reality of it was finally settling. If she was able to infer that much I was sure she would be able to figure out the rest, after all love diseases only have one true cure. I shrug my shoulders and lean back into my seat to allow her time to piece it together.

“And you’re sure there isn’t anyone around you that feels the same?”

“I’m a hospital resident y/n. Aside from time, my personality isn’t really for making friends as I’m sure you’ve pieced together.”

“Your personality isn’t bad, you just take some time to warm up to people.”

She stated confidently, as if she knew me for more than a day. I didn’t get it. Most people would freak out or give some piteous words, something I’m sure those people give in earnest but just make the receiver of such actions feel even worse. Y/n was taking this information all too well.

“How are you not even fazed by this?”

“I'm sure the last thing you want is pity and you aren't some kind of freak show exhibit so was my reaction all that weird?”

“... No, but that’s what most people would do.”

“Now I’m sure you know I’m not quite like “most” people” she twirled her finger by her temple to drive her joke before adding softly, “Jokes aside, I have a friend who had a love disease. A different one but I was there for most of it.”

[mischiefmakery]

Erotica Shorts by W.SENN

The door creaked slightly and gave way to a dimly lit silhouette.The rim of his glasses catching the light, the approaching shadow his attention.The voice was barely audible in the still night.daddy?A single finger stopped her mid sentence. It stood silently in the air, solemn and stern. Its effects were just as controlled and disciplined as if they had been pressed hard against her lips.She knew that finger and its meaning. Be silent, and don't interrupt. Give him a necessary moment to finish before he is willing to address her.A simple request for most.A lifetime for one riddled with anxiety and emotional longing.She wasn't looking for punishment, she wanted to be a good girl. Nervously she was silent. Fidgeting with her hands, quick to remember that she had recently chewed the ends to soothe herself from his absence.Her attempt to cover the scabs didn't go unnoticed. A look of stern eyes caught her gaze. A trait he hated, but let go because he knew how it comforted her.He dog eared the page of his book, closing the cover and placing it in his lap.Tolkien. The only word that she recognized of seeing over and over among his library.Its worn cover and tattered binding reflected the yellow tinge of his reading lamp.Yes darling, what can I do for you?His dim light began to fill out her features as she slowly approached his bedside.Can I lay with you?She wasn't sure of what his response would be, but she was hopeful.Come to me please, he said I’ll make room and you can lay with your head on my lap.She nearly fainted from delight. He had been working hard over the last few weeks, late nights with exceptionally long hours. She wanted to be his good girl and give him the time of rest he had needed. Time for quiet reflection, and a place to silence his mind, getting lost through the pages of childhood memories.Her cooing was soft, more mimicking the purr of a house cat than that of a person.His skin was warm, a warmth she had been dreaming of feeling again. He cleared his throat attempting to ask something he had pondered over for some time. Why…why did you choose me? he said.Not stern, nor direct but shy. It struck her odd and caught her off guard. She never knew him to be nervous with her.He spoke again. What I mean is you could had anyone, why me?It was her turn. She felt his hand starting to slip back. She didn't want to lose him, not now, not while she had the moment she had been needing so.Her turn to be strong.I could have had others true, and I always had known exactly the type of man I wanted….her nerves started to waver, she composed the strength inside of herself…..but you are the man I didn't know I needed.With that, she felt a tear fall to her cheek. He brushed it away gently, and in silence they both fell asleep.

[laranoureddine]

JOURNALING-

UNITY AND VARIETY- Unity is the simplicity in art, and variety is the complexity in art.

The unity in this artwork is the shapes and colors themselves. The variety is the way these shapes and colors are combined together to create a more complex design.

BALANCE- when all ends are leveled together and distributed equally

Leonardo Da Vinci's The Last Supper is another great example of symmetrical balance, drawing upon a one-point perspective in which the vanishing point is somewhere behind and above Christ in the center of the painting. An equal number of figures can be seen on either side of Christ, six on each side.

EMPHASIS AND SUBORDINATION- emphasis provides a magnification-like affect to a certain spot of an image, art, photograph, etc., creating a need for attention. Subordination is a low key form of expression that doesn’t draw as much attention.

The artist uses the color red to provide emphasis to the painting since the rest of the colors in the painting are more subtle and not as dramatic, providing subordination.

DIRECTIONAL FORCES- used to redirect the viewers attention to a specific part of an image

Although most of the content in this image is likely the same, they shift the focus of the eye from one bird to the other to imply the importance of it.

REPETITION AND RHYTHM- repetition is when the same thing occurs multiple times in one setting and rhythm is a tempo with recurrent features.

The drawing implies repetition because it has multiple columns spaced out one after the other. It includes rhythm due to the movement the columns provide through their recurrence.

SCALE AND PROPORTION- scale is the difference in weight/volume between different objects. Proportion is the difference in weight/volume of each of those objects’ parts before they are formed.

The scale between the chick and the man is incredibly different. The chick clearly outweighs the man. The proportion is the difference in the man’s face and his arms, or the difference between the chicks beak and trunk.

WRITING AND LOOKING-

Visual Elements PAGE 6/39 FIGURE: 3.11Paul D’Agostino’s artwork, The Rarely Glimpsed Junkfish implies positive/negative organic shape, irregular, linear perspective, solid blacks and browns, clay texture

CONNECTING ART TO YOUR WORLD-

I remember going into work one day upset and sad because my grandma has passed away. The room I was in had dark grey walls, dark blue cement floors, and metal equipment, which isn’t the friendliest of tones. The hue was dark and gloomy, and I could feel the aurora of the intensity of shades around me. However, right when I get off, I go over to a friends house to study for an exam and her house had white walls, high ceilings, bright yellow, pink, red, and light brown. Those colors provided vibrance and saturation which enlightened my mood. My energy levels began to rise again and my friend watched how the warmth of the colors boosted my spirits. I wear pretty neutral colors, but if I had to choose one color scheme to represent my life it would be red. I’m always alert, loving, sometimes angry, and full of health.

ART PROJECT: ARTISTS CHOICE-

I painted a sunset with a couple birds on the top right. The deep meaning behind this painting is that where I was originally born, Morocco, didn’t have sunsets in the area in which I lived. When I first moved to the U.S., I saw a beautiful sunset for the first time and it was the most incredible thing I had seen. Now, I try to go to the beach at least three to four times a week just so I’m able to watch the sunset. It’s truly beautiful what you can experience from different parts of the world and how much significance those things hold.

PHOTO/DESIGN-

Portraiture-

This is Lady Agnew, who was originally born as Gertrude Vernon. The portrait tells me that she was inherited into some kind of royalty family and her body language and clothing choice tells me she was very informal but lovely and vibrant.

Landscape- LINK ATTACHED BELOW!

https://www.istockphoto.com/photos/lake-wenatchee

Still Life-

This is a photograph of a basket of fruits by Nick Church. The author included this to capture a simple scene with a similar atmosphere and texture to high ranking painters. Church’s message was that he wanted a more natural and realistic style while still being able to create an authentic look.

[lilpsychslut]

Ailith - Part 3

Aiden’s POV

"Hurry up, babe, or we're going to be late," I heard Lilith’s sweet voice call from the kitchen.

"Coming," I said, quickly glancing one last time at the mirror before heading out. I was dressed in a sharp black suit, leaving the top three buttons unbuttoned for a casual yet sophisticated look. I made my way to the kitchen and found Lily in her short, backless, flowy yellow dress that reached mid-thigh, paired with white heels. Her hair was elegantly tied into a bun, with a few loose strands framing her face. She looked absolutely stunning.

We were on our way to Lilith's niece's 8th birthday party. Lilith's niece was a cheerful child, and we were both looking forward to celebrating her special day.

I couldn't help but be enamored with Lily's beauty and warmth as we made our way to the car. I came up to her and gently kissed her on the forehead, feeling a rush of affection for her. "You're irresistible," I admitted with a grin. "Come on, let's go," she whispered against my neck, her words sending shivers down my spine and bringing a smile to my face. I playfully nudged her nose with mine, feeling a deep sense of love and connection with this amazing woman who had stolen my heart. She had always been special to me, irrespective of the sexy abilities that drove me crazy too.

The 45-minute drive led us to the house, where the birthday party was in full swing. We greeted Lilith's family and friends, and of course, the star of the day, Avery, her lively niece. As soon as Avery spotted us, she rushed over and enveloped me in the tightest hug. I bent down to lift her up and returned the embrace.

"Happy birthday, Avery," I said with a smile.

"Thank you so much, Uncle Aiden," she giggled.

The birthday party carried on seamlessly. I found myself engaged in a conversation with Lilith's father when Lilith joined us, offering to fetch us some drinks.

"Hey, gentlemen, would you both like a drink?" she asked.

"Absolutely," we chimed in unison. Lily excused herself and returned a few minutes later, holding our drinks with a gracious smile, adding to the joyous atmosphere of the celebration.

Amidst an engaging conversation with Avery, having consumed four servings of scotch, a pleasant exchange unfolded. Avery was eager to unwrap gifts and openly shared her admiration for a young acquaintance named Jim.

Regrettably, the influence of four servings of scotch momentarily dulled my awareness, resulting in an untimely physiological reaction that I failed to immediately recognise during the engaging conversation with Avery. However, I only realized my discomfort when a perceptive older woman glanced in my direction. It was disconcerting, prompting reflection on the potential misunderstanding—a regrettable implication of inappropriate intent towards minors. In this situation, maintaining composure was vital.

I promptly grabbed a nearby cushion and discreetly concealed the unexpected bulge in my pants, perplexed as to how this situation had transpired. Confusion swirled in my mind; I hadn't experienced any arousal, so the sudden occurrence left me bewildered. Swiftly seizing the opportunity, I hastened to the restroom, grateful to find it unoccupied. This privacy saved me from some potential embarrassment that could have accompanied the situation had there been someone else present.

As I grappled with how to handle the situation, a persistent knocking echoed at the restroom door. "It's occupied," I reiterated, a touch of irritation in my tone. However, the knocking persisted, harder this time, adding to my frustration. I finally gave in and opened the door, only to be surprised to see Lilith standing there. The shock on my face seemed to amuse her, prompting a smirk from her end.

"What are you doing—?" I began, but Lilith interrupted me abruptly and forced herself through the door. Holding the knock, her gaze shifted from my flushed face towards the noticeable bulge in my pants. "I see you've got a problem," she remarked, her tone carrying a mix of surprise and amusement. 

"Ahh, yes," I stammered, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me.

I found myself in intimate proximity to Lilith inside the expansive cubicle. Our closeness was palpable—our lips almost meeting and her almost bare thighs brushing against my commando. Suddenly, her scent and that perfectly shaped face covered with flowing hair enchanted me. I had known her for years now, but then there are days where I just can't think of anything else but to savor her taste on my lips. Entranced by her impeccably shaped lips, I leaned in for a kiss.Yet, just as our lips were about to touch, she skillfully turned her face. A sudden feeling of rejection washed over me. "What—" I began, with a voice of confusion. She forestalled me by placing her index finger gently against my lips. The soft touch of her thumb tracing my jaw bone was tender, evoking a whirlwind of emotions within me.

Lilith grabbed my hand to trace it along her lush curves, to her hip dips and gradually leading to her thighs. She was commanding my movements, swinging and waving my hands on her body, till it finally reached the cloth over her soft flesh. At that moment, overwhelmed by desire and longing, I abandoned all restraint and grasped her neck firmly with the other hand, drawing her close for an impulsive kiss. While my other hand was still toying its way into her panties I could feel her hands trace a delicate path down my chest; the sensation was so intoxicating. Her presence always makes me feel complete and crazy.

I could feel her hand moving south, palming me, caressing me, and leaving sloppy kisses on my neck. Everything felt so good that I wanted to touch her more. I wanted to feel her up and seed myself into her. Nibbling her ear and breathing hastily, I needed her to do something more than just touch me. “Please” ,I finally said, allowing my face to sink into her perfect shoulder dips and fill my head with her scents and body smell. She truly had a spell to herself.

Upon seeing me so helpless, Lilth looked at me with a sense of satisfaction, perhaps enjoying having me in that position. My desire was simply to feel her affectionate touch. That's when she kissed me once more. The kiss was passionate yet tender, with her tongue gently touching mine. My hands tenderly reached for her, drawing her closer, feeling every part of her body against mine and wanting to cherish every inch of it.

I palmed her left breast, squeezing it roughly while still kissing her, and she proceeded to trail her nails softly on my back to reward the situation with low groans. I never felt myself so heated and untamed in front of her. But today something was driving me nuts. Giving her nipple a good pinch, I felt her moaning in my mouth. Hearing her all breathless made my blood rush even more to the center, and I bet I couldn't be any harder. Her round, blood-gushing ass fitted nicely in my large hands. She was so perfect. A literal goddess My goddess. 

I couldn't contain my desire any longer. I longed for her in that moment without any further delay. It was already challenging for me; I wanted to be inside her at that instant. Placing my hands over her hip, I pulled her closer to me and turned around. In an instant, she was bending over that shelf. Such a pretty site. Her thigh-covering dress couldn't help her much now, and before wasting any other second, I stretched her panties away from her only to let them hit her back on her skin, leaving marks over her. The sound of her low moan was such a melody, that my cock twitched at it. Pounding to set free.

Bending over her, I left nibbles and kisses and graced her neck as I whispered, "Don't tease me, my little princess." Rubbing my covered bulge against her perfectly rounded ass, I started to feel nice down there. She was so soft and fragile, and that drove me nuts even more. Grabbing and moving my hands all over her ass, I spanked it so hard, leading her to howl meekly. I smirked along her nape. “Feels good, huh?"

Grabbing and spanking her a few more times, I had her pinned in that position with one hand. Moving my hand over the lacy boundaries of her panties , I only stopped when I felt her wet flesh against my finger tips. “So dripping wet, sunshine”. The fact that she was always so wet around me made me want her even more. I couldn't resist and brought my hand to sniff her arousal and then taste it on my lips. “Fuckkkk” , I groaned. What can be better in the world than having your own baby girl so needy and wet for you?

Placing my hands back again on her ass, I spread it open to have a good look at the tight pink hole. Her skin was all red and warm from the spanking. Her panties dropped to the ground as the idea to massage her struck me. “Better be ready, baby girl,” and I spat on her asshole. I rubbed my spit on the outer skin of her asshole before inserting my thumb into it. Pushing it deeper with every stroke, the tight grip of the asshole around my thumb made my cock throb harder.  My Lily gasped at this, only to get pushed against the shelf even more. 

Her wet pussy was right in my sight, pulsing with blood as my thumb fingered her hole. Having her in that position was insanely hot. Unzipping my pants, I could see my trunks smothered in pre-cum. Giving Lilith one last spank, I turned her around to show the mess I was in. Before she could respond to any of my needs for her, her phone rang, causing me to huff in frustration. "I've got to take this," she meowed, and it was her dad calling. The party was ending, and everyone was saying their goodbyes as they left.

We had to leave the place too because it was getting late. I couldn't believe she had me aroused so much today. She was definitely going to regret it when we reached home. I will be completing the undone deed. After driving 2 kilometers from the place, she decided to break it to me. "Did you know I added viagra to your drink?"

I couldn't believe she actually said that. I had been struggling with this situation all day, and she found it amusing and fun. She said that with a playful smile, clearly enjoying every moment and watching my reaction. It was evident she liked to playfully tease and taunt me. Despite that, I had to admit that I liked her little trick.

And I'll see that once we reach home, because she has no idea what she got herself into…

[specialneedz]

two of my awesome mutuals said they would . i just wanna post it here for the time being (this is post trimax and can be interpreted however :3)

It was a usual evening in the desert, though said evenings were always beautiful in their own way. I found myself dragging through the outskirts of one of the planet’s many similar towns, taking fleeting glances between old thatched rooves, worn-out wanted posters pinned to disheveled bricks, and a faint purple and orange sunset that cast my surroundings in fading light. 

I began to notice the town’s night crowd emerge from a hungover daytime slumber, bringing themselves from their dark houses to merrily stagger in a similar direction, what I collected to be the place’s saloon. Noticing my lack of a want to sleep, I decided on following them, taking in chatter of passerby while I relished in the night breeze on my neck.

I assumed the town’s saloon was full of life, judging by the growing clamor and lit-up windows as I walked. Before I made my way to the doors, though, I noticed something that stood out to me more than the jovial nighttime routines around me. Not because it was more striking than the crowds, but because it was distinctly familiar.

A tall figure in a red coat stood still on the paved road next to the building, striking against the clamor, but still unnoticable to the rest of the preoccupied people. I recognized every button and cascading strip of fabric on the man’s outfit, the only thing different from my memory of him being the jet-black hair that hung lazily around his absentminded face.

I made my way to him, and his attention was gained in my direction before I closed the distance fully.

“Hey, long time no see,” I began, extending a large hand to meet his.

“Hey, Livio,” he responded, seemingly absentminded. He took my hand firmly, but met me with his familiar vacant smile. When I looked back at him, I noticed eyes far more dark and worn out than the last time I had looked into them.

“What's got you in a place like this?” he followed, gaze never lingering.

I hesitated, glancing around. I then decided on “Hard to say shortly. Probably similar to why you're here.”

“Suppose you're right,” he replied, followed by a small giggle. He looked out toward the passerby – there were only a handful outside, most having entered the saloon.

“So…” I continued, an awkward shake in my friendly voice. “How have you been since…”

I faltered. It felt like an intrusive question to ask, but my curiosity got the better of me.

“....Well, y’know. You still getting tracked down? I’ve seen a few posters around.”

“Yeah…” he started, visage faltering, trying to find the right words. The residual yellow light near us flickered on his face similar to the way his eyes did.

He looked up from the ground, and through the obstruction of his stringy black hair, two pairs of eyes that had witnessed eons of turmoil met. My gaze widened, then softened at the sudden realization of our mutual experiences, and in response, I took in the way his eyebrows furrowed in a sudden flood of surfacing emotion.

My words gone from me, I reciprocated in the only way I saw fit. 

I stepped forward, bringing my arms around his tall, unmoving figure, pulling him in close to my much stockier body. He came to me easily, his scarred hands finding my back as his head fell limp on my shoulder. I felt a great sigh heave from his body, followed by the sensation of fingers digging tightly into the fabric of my shirt.

“Sorry,” he whispered, voice low against my shoulder.

“No,” I responded, my arms growing tighter around him, enveloping each other in warmth to fight the frigid, arid night. 

“It's my bad.”

 Despite the casual tone, I meant that with every cell I had left in me.

if i posted the vash/livio oneshot i made over the span of like two hours the other day would people read it (here or ao3 or otherwise)