#effervescent-fool

[forecast0ctopus]

just letting u know your art is absolutely incredible and has me in a chokehold . btw

i hope it doesnt keep you in a chokehold too long.. would be severely uncomfortable…..

jokes aside, thanks so much!! i actually just took a look at ur blog and your merlin art rules.. the sketch you just posted is incredible i love how you did his hair :]

anyways. throwing this doodle at you

[magdaclaire]

hi mer! been a while, i hope you have a lovely day 💕 love seeing u on my dash :)

hi james !! how have u been, my friend? lovely to see you 💕💕

[nalivaa]

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[chrispineofficial]

harlequin, lilac, and charcoal

this is my favorite combo thank you so much

why do you follow me please do the thing

[effervescent-fool]

look at all of my amazing well thought out intellectual posts motherfuckers

[waltenfiled]

Dead from the neck up but living just enough to beg you “pretty boy, please, let me die”

[outlying-hyppocrate]

told three irl friends about being called crispin. they're so accepting. two of them asked if they could call me crispy and i'm so fucking happy

[17020]

Vitamin deficiency had hit REN KAJI like a truck.

The sugary treats that sat in his pockets were constantly in his mouth, sometimes acting as replacements for nutritious foods. He had never given the side effects of living off of lollipops any thought, until his body began to show that it had had enough.

Kaji did not wonder why he had been feeling more fatigued after patrols, brushing it off as him not sleeping enough or just being tired of the same, monotonous routine. He also, did not pay any mind to the growing pains on his bones, and how his nails were easily breaking with every punch that he threw.

The one who did notice, though, was you.

Because it was not fun to hop into the shower after a long, tiring day, only to find platinum strands scattered all over the floor.

You were a bit puzzled as to why your apartment was suddenly covered in your boyfriend's hair. It did not take long for you to realize that something was wrong when you laid on top of your boyfriend on your sofa, his fingertips softly drawing circles on your back and giving you small scratches on accident.

Ren Kaji paid no mind to his health, which meant that you had to assume the role of his personal nurse, and it was no easy task.

Pills and capsules were an absolute no, as he straight up denied them as they were 'a total hassle'. Effervescents were your next choice, disguising them as soda and offering them to Kaji, earning a scowl in return as he shook his head in denial.

So when you stumbled across vitamin lollipops while inside the pharmacy, you knew you had hit the jackpot.

Every vitamin you could think of, stuffed inside your boyfriend's favorite treat. The packaging was identical to Kaji's usual lollipops, which was the cherry on top. You had a perfect plan, and in order for it to work, patience was to become your strongest virtue.

It was a slow start.

Every morning, you would offer the blond gremlin next to you a vitamin lollipop, even stuffing them in his pockets for him to grab when he's on patrol. He would take it from your hands with no issue whatsoever, being under the impression that they were the same as usual. His brows furrowed.

"'nother flavor?"

"Mhm. They brought back the cherry ones, and there's orange too."

"Oh. Cool."

Slowly but surely, you had turned into Kaji's personal lollipop dealer, with him shooting you texts asking you for more lollies. It took weeks for Kaji to fully 'return' to normal, if you could even call it that—your boyfriend was better than ever. Sure, the lollipops cost a pretty penny, but the shine on your boyfriend's radiant skin, strong nails and full set of hair made it all worth it.

One morning in particular, your boyfriend stared at you, his palm open and extended towards you.

"Need something, Ren?"

"You give me an orange lollipop every morning before I leave."

You chuckled at your boyfriend's subtle pout, "I ran out, Ren. I'll get some more today, alright?"

Kaji nodded before placing a quick peck on your forehead, heading out the door.

Who knew the perceptive Ren Kaji was so easy to condition and fool?

n. first time writing for winbre how r we feelin tonight

[m-ayo-o]

megumi’s girl

KINKTOBER II: MALE SUBMISSION ⋆⁺ sub!megumi, sub!satoru x f!reader ⋆⁺ warnings: age gap. pet play. pegging. dp. stepcest. ⋆⁺ wc: 1000

MDNI. NSFW

you’re megumi’s girl, but his stepfather ends up fancying you.

he’s brought home a few girls now, as he’s in his early twenties. mostly people who thought they were smart, some a little stuck up. and sure, they were nice enough looking, but he’s never brought home anyone like you.

you’re megumi’s girl, but satoru gojo doesn’t know how long that’ll last.

he doesn’t know how long you’ll survive in this house, with the way megumi’s eyes are always following you like he’s going to devour you. down the corridor from his bedroom, across the dining table, sometimes through the crack in the door when you’re showering.

and satoru can’t resist flirting with you now, teasing you and getting under your skin.

you’re megumi’s girl, but satoru’s not sure if you’ve even had sex yet.

the way the younger man is looking at you makes him think that you have. but someone so sweet and perfect as you– someone with that effervescent innocence– how could you give that to him?

he surmises that you wouldn’t.

you couldn’t do that– with your pretty pink lips, driving him mad with every smile, those long, dewy lashes… the way your eyes dart over his, catching his crystalline gaze.

you’re megumi’s girl, but his stepfather wants to know if you fuck.

he wants to give you a try. see if he could get you to open up, seeing as he believes megumi’s been unsuccessful in that area. he wants to find out how quickly he can get you in his bed, doing terrible things to each other.

the thought of you being 21 and him being 34 didn’t even cross his mind.

quite frankly, satoru usually sticks to women of his age range and he has his type, too. but there’s just something about you that blows all of those types out the water.

you’re megumi’s girl, but you’ve got the both of them wrapped around your little finger.

and it was just so easy. watching them drool over you was divine, but now you can get what you want, when you want it. and satoru can give you just about anything– the possibilities really are limitless with him.

and megumi is so much more sweet and simple than he makes out to be.

on the surface he’s some pensive, complicated mess of a man, allowing himself occasional pleasures in his chaotic, cursed life. but beneath your touch, he melts. he loves feeling your fingers through his hair, the way you stroke behind his ear, and when you put a little collar on him.

he wants to make you proud.

you’re megumi’s girl, but you’re curious if his stepfather will bark for you.

you want to know if he’ll get down on all fours and humiliate himself. you want to make a fool of the honoured one.

you want to see what he’ll do when you lean over the kitchen island, exposing your ass to him and your tits to megumi.

does he dare to touch you? 

you’re basically presenting yourself to the older man, and he’s standing right behind you, staring at the way you jiggle with every jovial laugh, how your skirt has lifted to expose your stringy underwear and your socks that cling to your thighs.

you’re megumi’s girl, but you’re giving the curse slayer come demi-god a very hard time.

particularly in his pants. his boxers and sweatpants cling to him, pulling tight and massaging his swollen head every time he jerks his hips.

you look between megumi and satoru, down at his crotch, giggling and commenting that he’s rock hard and that megumi should watch you get him off.

you’re megumi’s girl, but you’ve got his stepdaddy squirting cum through his sweats.

“nghh, haah– sweetheart, o-oh fuck– fuck me– how, how’d you—”

he’s left dazed and confused, watching drops of hot, white liquid ooze through the fabric and pool in a sticky mess over his tip.

he can’t get his words out, but he was trying to ask “how did you do that to me?”

this has never happened before. and he’ll be damned if anybody hears about it. he’s ashamed, knowing you’ve just milked him through his sweatpants with your clothed ass. 

not so honoured now, huh satoru?

you’re megumi’s girl, who used to have one puppy. now you have two.

your beautiful dark haired sorcerer– he bites sometimes. and a gorgeous, platinum haired angel with a brand new collar.

you’re telling them that “whoever acts like the cutest puppy gets dinner first, the loser gets chained up.”

you’re megumi’s girl, but satoru gojo gets to taste you first tonight.

his performance as your little pussy puppy made you giggle– he whined and let you stroke his hair, followed all of your orders, even when you commanded him to ‘speak’.

he opened his mouth and barked like a dog.

you just adored the shadow of humiliation in his eyes when he did it, encouraging you to push him further.

you’re megumi’s girl, but you’re currently pegging his stepfather.

and he took it so well, it made you think he’s taken it in the back numerous times before.

“i’ll let you fuck me…” was all the convincing he needed to get on the bed, ass up, face down.

you never thought he’d be so pretty down here– everything perfectly manicured, with smooth, sexy muscles rippling up his back.

you’re megumi’s girl, but you’ve never been more satisfied than right now, taking satoru’s dick in the front and your boyfriend’s in the back.

his stepfather is fucking into your from below while megumi stands behind you, pushing his dick in that tight ass.

you’re megumi’s girl, but you’re taking both their cum tonight.

reaching your orgasm, both your holes twitch and squeeze, milking the two men for all they’re worth.

their heat rips through your body, making you feel so dizzy and full you’re about to black out.

you’re megumi’s girl,

but satoru gojo is your new fucktoy.

⋆⁺ [see you in hell]

satoru | megumi | m.list

[fettuccin-e]

Hey! Congrats again on your follower milestone! <3

From the smutty prompts, can you do number one from the nature category with Miguel, please? :))) xoxo

Hi!!! omg this prompt is soooo soft and sweet and MIGUEL FUCKING DESERVES IT!!! so thank you so so so much for requesting this is some sappy crap that i had just a grand ol time writing!!!

Tags: Miguel O'Hara x Reader, afab!fem!reader, established relationship, outdoor sex (but they are literally the only ones there so no exhibitionism), unprotected piv (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), riding, sappy very cheesy very fluffy many cavities (w/c: 1.1K)

Prompt: sensual sex in a secluded meadow during a picnic. 

He doesn’t like to go away often, but sometimes, the need to just spoil you gets to be too much. He’s away from you far too much, burying himself in work and experiments, to the point that he’s sure you’ll leave him. But you’re always there, waiting for him with a beaming smile and reaching for him like he never left.

So of course he has to spoil you.

It didn’t take LYLA long to find this dimension at his request: one where New York is empty, Central Park grown over the entirety of the city, the pavement covered in soft flowers, and skyscrapers covered in creeping vines. And God, you had practically glowed when he showed you the little picnic he had set out, a soft blanket nestled in a little grove of wildflowers, a rainbow of petals and leaves covering the lush earth. A little piece of paradise just for the two of you.

“I didn’t, um,” he stumbles over his words, heart beating out of his chest at how fucking beautiful you look, eyes alight as you look up at him with a gaze so adoring, his knees might give out on the spot. “I just brought some food from the cafeteria, since I can’t cook for shit and I um- I wanted to surprise you.”

You collide into his chest, knocking the air from his lungs as you kiss him fiercely. “It’s perfect, Miguel,” you murmur against his lips, “absolutely perfect.” He feels like you're talking more about him than the picnic, but smiles nonetheless.

You feed him little bits of fruit and empanada from the cafeteria back home, but he swears that it tastes so much better from your loving hand. He feels a little out of place here, crushing flowers beneath his hulking body. But you’re ethereal, little butterflies flitting around you, drawn to you, just as he is.

He recklessly plucks a purple flower from the ground, the prettiest one he can find, and tucks it behind your ear. Hobie would tease that he’s getting soft, but the way you giggle, light and airy and effervescent, makes his chest tight with delirious happiness, and it’s all worth it.

You meet his lips in a gentle kiss, and you taste of the strawberries he brought for you. You’re so warm, warm like pure sunlight in his hands and he can’t help but pull you into his lap, picnic forgotten, holding you like you’ll disappear in a moment. But you break from his lips, cupping his jaw and smiling in a soft, gentle way that feels like you’re here to stay forever.

He peels your dress off, slowly and deliberately, kissing down your jaw, your neck, your tits, as he bares your body to his gaze. He only takes his own clothes off when you beg him for it, rucking his shirt up over his stomach as you whine into his mouth.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he murmurs, and your breath catches in the back of your throat as he rubs gentle circles into your clit over your panties. “So beautiful, can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispers, and with the way he’s playing with your pussy, the only thing you can do is desperately lick into his mouth as you rock your hips into his hand.

You lean into him, pushing on his shoulders ever so gently as you lay him back onto the plush blanket. He could fight back, push you onto your back instead, but something about this, the sun shining on your hair, the way you taste, how soft you are in his hands; it’s all making him melt back into the flowers as you lean over him. I can have this, he thinks to himself, I’m not going to lose this. There’s no rush.

When you eventually pull your panties to the side, letting him sink into you ever so slowly, Miguel is sure that he’s found heaven. You’re practically shining, an angel in real-time, as you roll your hips forward, clenching around him as you rake your nails down his chest in a way that makes him gasp beneath you. 

“God, look at you,” you say, before it tapers off into an agonized whine as Miguel’s cock plunges into you just right. “So perfect for me, treating me so fucking- ah, good.”

Miguel grasps desperately at your hips, trying to help you as you drop onto him over and over and over again. Your praise makes him whine, his hips jerking up to plunge into you even deeper as his mind goes fuzzy with need. ”Can’t believe you’re mine Miguel," you whimper, "Can’t believe you chose me.”

He lunges up on his arms at your words, pressing his lips to yours in a sticky kiss that has the both of you moaning in tandem. “I’ll always choose you, princesa. Mi vida, eres mi vida.”

The grove is quiet, the obscene sounds of your bodies meeting over and over mixing with the sounds of his groans as you fuck yourself on his cock. You practically wail when his calloused fingers come to rest on your achy clit, rubbing hard, slow circles that have your head spinning. His cock reaches so deep like this, stretching you out, owning you in only the way that he can.

“You going to cum for me, beautiful?” he husks, sounding like he’s just run a marathon. “C’mon, baby, soak my cock with this pretty pussy.” You’re nodding furiously, bouncing desperately on his fat cock as he rubs your clit just fucking right-

You gasp, soundless and overwhelmed as you cum around him, leaning forward to kiss him, hoping to ground yourself with his mouth. Miguel curses against your lips, mumbling something in Spanish as he pulls his hand away from your clit to wrap around your back, like he can’t possibly get close enough.

He thrusts up into you once, twice, before stilling with his own orgasm. You imagine that you can feel him filling you up, claiming you in the most intimate way possible.

You break the kiss, pressing your forehead against his as you both catch your breaths. As he blinks up at you again, eyes round like he can’t believe that you’re actually here, that it wasn’t all a dream, you can’t help but giggle softly, pecking him quickly on the lips.

And he smiles, in the only way he does with you. No holds barred, unabashed happiness radiating off of him. “I love you,” he whispers, like it’s a secret.

“I love you too,” you whisper back. You breathe together, letting the calm coolness of the air rush over you both, the sounds of the breeze rustling the flowers and trees, the incessant beating of your hearts.

This is home, Miguel thinks, wrapping you tighter in his arms, I’m finally home.

[thefakehedgehogaroundhere]

challenge: type your url with your eyes closed and see how close you are, then tag some friends to do the same!

i'll go first:

thegakehedgehogarkunhhere

well i got three words right @pacifistcowboy @sleepymushrxxm @oddogoblino @nico-the-overlord @rougeside4 @effervescent-fool @summerblademoontime @aerie-stotle @yeets-ix @jupitercl0uds

[mylovelies-docx]

Sorry, I Love You - Part 1

Here we go! I have it planned that I will be updating this story on Fridays, so yay! I have 10 parts set out as of now, but we'll see where this story takes me.

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: Friends with Benefits, ANGST, unrequited feelings, lots more to come!

Word Count: 1,200

Prologue

You were right to doubt Natasha's words.

Waking up next to Bucky just gets harder and harder as time goes on. Listening to his soft murmurs and heavy sighs, the feel of his bare skin against yours. Every time you find yourself between his sheets, you resent him a little. But it’s not his fault, it’s yours. Every time.

Because you know that if you ever take that one crucial step towards him, you’ll lose him. Lose this closeness, this connection.

So you don’t take that step. You haven’t opened up and told him how you feel for months now. And it drives a knife into your heart with every second that passes where you don’t confess.

Every time you sneak away from parties to some hidden room for a quick fuck, or when he’s pounding into you under a street light on some deserted road with your leg hiked over his motorcycle at 3 am, you can’t help but imagine that all this passion has to mean something to him. Like it means something to you.

So you test it.

You invite him on adventures between missions, visiting museums and parks and 24/7 diners that you know are perfect date spots. He always readily agrees to hang out and stays with you the whole time, his arm slung over your shoulders while he laughs in your ear.

Spending time with Bucky like this leaves you effervescent. You always leave his arms smiling like a fool – because that’s what you are.

Because these movie tickets are just an excuse, really. 

Bucky’s been so busy these last couple of weeks that you’ve hardly seen him, let alone spent any "quality" time with him. You’re currently on your longest dry spell you’ve ever had with him, and the lack of contact leaves you delusional.

Delusional enough to do something stupid. 

Delusional enough to tell Bucky how you feel.

The air is cold as you and Bucky stroll from the movie theater, your heart buzzing in your chest as you contemplate how best to approach the topic. Bucky gives you the perfect opportunity with his next sentence.

“Damn, dollface, forgot how much fun it was to hang out with you. Feels like it’s been ages.”

“We could always hang out more,” you respond coyly, taking his hand and curling yourself against his side. You don’t think you can look him in the eyes while you confess to him.

“Yeah, we should,” Bucky says, and you can’t hold back your next words.

“We could go on a real date sometime.”

You feel a nearly imperceptible jolt in Bucky’s muscles, and his voice is slightly bemused when he replies. “What?” 

There’s confusion behind the words, but you hope against hope that it’s because he’s thinking your suggestion through.

“Well, I mean, we’ve already kind of been going on dates and doing other things that couples do? It wouldn’t be so hard to just make it more concrete, you know?” Your words squeeze around the lump in your throat, your insides shivering in desperation.

Bucky stops in his tracks and pulls you off to the side of the street out of other people’s way. He turns you to face him, his palms resting on your shoulders, his blue eyes searching your face for any sign of the joke you must surely be playing. Because you’ve talked about this. He was very clear. And you had agreed all those months ago – agreed that it was just sex. Agreed that neither of you had any romantic feelings for the other.

“Uh, doll? What are you…?”

Your cheeks burn and your fingers tingle. Your heart can’t handle being scrutinized so intensely at this moment. You avert your eyes to where you’re scuffing your shoe back and forth, back and forth, across the pavement.

“I’m saying… I–I like you, Bucky.” Heart in youth throat, you finally look back into his eyes when you say his name. 

But his expression as he looks back at you isn’t the one you were wanting to see. Bucky looks panicked. Like you’ve just told him that you’re holding a bomb that’s set to detonate in seconds. 

“Jesus,” Bucky says your name in exasperation as he removes his hands from your arms and runs them through his long hair, “why would you–”

Fuck. 

You quickly back-pedal, trying to keep the panic out of your voice while scrambling to pick your bleeding heart off the dirty sidewalk.

“No, no, no. Wait, Bucky. Listen. I know we’ve talked about this before and you said you weren’t looking for anything serious.” Your hands are flying all over the place as you try and explain away your feelings. “But we’ve been hanging out a lot and maybe I just got the wrong idea–”

“Yeah. You did,” Bucky interjects, sending a dagger into the mess of an organ clutched desperately between your hands. “It’s flattering and all, but… you know I’m not interested in you like that.”

You’re successfully holding back tears against the burning in your eyes, but the need to release all the pain you’re feeling is overwhelming. You wrap one arm protectively around yourself and grab on to your other bicep, squeezing hard to feel the physical hurt instead of the emotional.

“No, yeah, you’re right. I’m – I just thought I should be honest? But, seriously, don’t even worry about it.” You hold your hands up in a placating gesture and give as convincing a smile as possible. “This won’t change anything, I promise. And besides, I’ll get over it soon enough!”

Bucky gives you a skeptical look, but nods his head slowly. “So… we’re taking sex off the table, obviously.”

You give a breathy laugh and try to roll your eyes playfully. “Probably not the best idea at the moment,” you respond.

“Yeah,” Bucky sighs, “probably not.”

You both stand in awkward silence, not really looking at each other. You can only stand it for so long until you casually throw a thumb over your shoulder and suggest heading back home.

It’s a long, long ride back on his motorcycle. But at least the wind lashing your face gives you an excuse for the tears that fall.

***

You make it to your floor without seeing another person, but your luck runs out when you find Nat and Wanda watching a movie together in your bed. The sight of your two best friends smiling warmly at your entrance shatters the last of your strength.

You can’t stop the hiccuping sob that leaves your throat – it refuses to be held back any longer. Both women’s eyes widen and they immediately start to sit up, but you’ve collapsed on top of the covers between them before they could move. You can feel Wanda’s fingers in your hair and Nat’s hand rubbing soothing circles between your shoulders.

Your sobs eventually turn into sniffles, and that’s when Wanda speaks.

“What happened?” she asks softly.

You take a shuddering breath in before saying, “I was stupid.”

“What–” Wanda begins, but Natasha immediately knows what you mean.

“Fuck.” She sighs heavily and leans down to place a kiss on the crown of your head.

Part 2

[chatsukimi]

𝕄𝕚𝕕𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕠𝕪

you live in a house next to the mountains in Tokyo and there is a magical boy who comes to visit. multi x reader (jjk)

There's a boy outside your window.

You live in a two storey house.

Midnight boy. He's been coming since you were both fifteen. He tells you he's just a runaway, so you let him stay with you one night when he was too injured to walk, but you know better. You've seen how he descends from the mountains, cloaked in a shady black uniform- you almost ask if he is a delinquent, but hold yourself back, several times. His shirt smells of forest. His hair, smooth like moonlight- sometimes with a tinge of blood.

His stories mirror that of a soldier, you tell him. And he stares at you as though shell-shocked.

In the shadows cast by the lamp, the two of you fumble around like fools. Half answered questions, hovering touches, nervous jokes. And so many apologies.

Who did this to you? you've always asked.

No one, he says. No one, just me.

Mysterious wounds on his hands and across his body which always take you tiptoeing to the drawer downstairs with the first aid kit. He always claims it's an accident- he randomly tripped, this and that.

The bandages end up migrating permanently into your room.

As you grow older, these "accidents" stop appearing so often. He moved with growing effervescent grace, a maturing temperament and greater care, as he steps over your windowsill. With time, you stop seeing him walking from the forest. He is simply beside you; his steps, utterly magically silent.

One night, he brings along two of his friends, two other "runaways". They prod at him and joke at you: "we've got to keep him on a leash at night, or else he'll slip off to you. He's whipped."

That night, you reach out across the space from one end of the bed to the other, sinking lips to lips, melting into the sheets. Stars explode in your head.

Since then, your midnights become noon. Board games played with a sudden squeal then a hand reaching to quench the sound from waking up your parents. Conversations about life, settled comfortably on the pillows and pillows stacked up on your bed. More stories. This time, he doesn't shy away from his identity- he's a sorcerer and kills invisible beasts.

His pearly smile hides a million secrets.

But not to worry, he will come back, he promises. The monsters do not scare him.

Midnight boy shows off his skills on the rooftop as you're watching falling stars. The pulse of wonder thrums through the air. Never before have you seen a human perform such feats.

You think, he shines the brightest of them all. You think, you can't imagine him ever burning out.

Midnight boy hugs you as you watch movies together, up until dawn. He presses long bittersweet kisses on your temple and lets you go, escaping out the window with the dawn.

Then, one night he doesn't show up. The window stays open, for months on, afterwards. Then, you screw it shut. You're left wonder if he existed, at all.

Midnight leaves no traces.

But when you're older, you tell your children, there are boys and girls from the mountain who come down once and then. You say, beware, keep watch, for they are boys and girls of magic.

gojo, GETO, yuta, itadori.

[elliespassagerprincess]

Can you maybe do post man Abby with Mrs.postman- Black pumas

Mrs. Postman - (abby anderson x reader)

Hi anon! this was so weird to write because where I'm from we don't have people who deliver our mail, but i hope i did you justice. I hope you enjoy:)

This story is based off the song Mrs. Postman by Black Pumas, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing: post man!abby x fem!reader

requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts:)

warnings: none

Summary: in which you fell for the post lady

authors note: first abby fic that isn't hcs??? let's fucking go dude. My second post for the day, I'm blessing yall before I leave till god knows when lmao.

Every tomorrow brings sunshine in my neighborhood since you've been in it

Oh-oh, here comes Mrs. Postman

She's thicker than blue blood and a message from her spirits, high descendant

Oh-oh, it's Mrs. Postman

This commonality won't let her be fooled by low conditions

Oh-oh, says Mrs. Postman

Your love reside in me but other feathers seem to flock together

Oh-oh, Mrs. Postman

You hated this stupid fucking city.

You don't even know why you moved here in the first place. It was fucking hot. Everything was expensive. You hated this place so much.

The Jackson sun was high in the sky, as you stood at the window drinking your morning tea.

You had moved in a couple of weeks ago, and today was finally the day you would be able to get your mail.

You finally heard the knock at the door, and with excitement you ran towards it. You almost tripped but no one needs to know that.

As you opened the door, you thought you stood in front of a god.

Her blonde hair, was pulled back in a tight braid, she was staring at you with her beautiful eyes, and her smile was just fucking perfect. Her uniform sat tight against her skin, showing her body is just the right places.

Holy shit.

Postman or Postwoman? You don't even what to call her.

"Hi, I'm Abby! You must be new" she said with a bright smile.

Now you knew why everyone is Jackson was always so happy in the morning, their fucking postman was a ray of sunshine.

"Yeah I am" you said with a small smile, opening up your hand to take the package from her hands.

"Have a good day ma'am" Abby said, before she walked away.

Maybe Jackson wasn't that bad after all.

If you want it

Go and get it, you can have it Mrs. Postman

That's alright

Can we spark it? Effervescence, let the flame burn Mrs. Postman

Right on

When it rains just know that every little thing is alright

All the same, I know that everything will be right on time

as the weeks went by, you realized that Jackson wasn't such a bad place.

The people were nice, it was a safe area. The Postlady is really hot. Things were looking up.

You found yourself waking up earlier in the morning, just to make yourself look prettier. You would sweep your front porch daily, to make sure that Abby would come to a clean place. You found yourself baking cookies, and giving it to her every morning.

What was happening to you?

Even when you didn't have any mail, Abby always made a turn at your place. Her visits always made you feel special.

The days Abby didn't come, you always felt the lack of her presence. She'd become a part of you routine. She's become a part of you.

Over time you learned small facts about the blonde.

Her dad was a surgeon, she had one dog, her favorite color is blue, she works 5 days a week, and she's trying to get into college.

You could say the two of you had established a friendship.

You saw whatever you had as more than that. You guys weren't a friendship in your eyes. You felt that there was more.

Your crush on Abby grew by the second, every interaction, every smile and giggle she let out had an effect on you.

god you were down bad for your fucking Postwoman.

Today was like no other.

You woke up, took a showers and you put on brand new blue sundress you bought to hope fully catch Abby's eye.

You sat in your living room, staring at the clock, counting down the seconds of Abby's arrival.

You heard a knock at your door, and you jumped up, cleaning your throat as you walked towards the door. You took a deep breath as you opened the door and you were met with Abby's smiling face.

You saw her eyes wonder down your body as she looked at your outfit.

She thought you looked fucking beautiful.

"Hi Abby" you muttered shyly.

Your eyes met as, and you felt a spark.

"Hi" Abby smiled.

"Do I have mail?" you asked.

"Yeah a letter" Abby handed it to you.

You thanked her and the two of you stood there for a while.

"Aren't you supposed to go Abby?" You asked unsure of why she still stood there.

"Open it"

with a raised eyebrow you opened the letter.

The page was complete white, but in the middle of the page there was some words written in black ink.

Will you go on a date with me?

From your favorite postwoman

Abby <3

You looked up at her with eyes wide, and she awkwardly brought her hand up to scratch the back of her neck.

"So?" She asked unsure.

She looked terrified.

"Fuck yes" You breathed before you leaped forward bringing her in for a hug. You gave her a kiss on a cheek as you pulled away, her face was red.

You made her so fucking nervous.

"Can we go out tonight?" Abby looked at you with a hopeful smile.

"See you tonight ms postman"

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Mip [Stronger Than Blood @gadzooksgalore]

Mip is one of the main characters in my upcoming story "Stronger Than Blood," which explores life underwater in my own universe of biologically accurate merfolk! Mip is a young seahorse mer of 9 years whose coloration mimics that of the blue ringed octopus, a detail meant to fool predators into thinking she’s poisonous. She's a poor swimmer and somewhat small for her age (a whopping 6 inches), which she presumes are the main reasons she was abandoned by her family less than a year ago. Mip's three moods generally include shy, nervous, and scared - but she can be incredibly brave when the situation calls for it, and possesses a bright curiosity capable of outshining her fear in the right environment. She loves seashells and has always wanted to keep her own collection! This sad, skittish child is one of my favorite OCs and I can't wait to share her story in the near future.

Milton Love-Applebee [Creekwater @5tarryknight]

Milton, or Millie as he's more commonly called, has an infectiously effervescent spirit, and a sincere love for people. He's the co-founder of Honeybee Computing, a company founded with the goal of bringing the power of computing to the average 1970s American. At times, his passionate, "artistic" temperament puts him at odds with the far more practical Della, his wife and Honeybee's CEO and co-founder—to say nothing of their investors. Despite this, Millie and Della's bond is unbreakable. Maybe a little too unbreakable at times. When not working on computers, Millie can be found trying to bond with his rebellious teen daughter, Natalie, or singing and boogieing the night away at the disco with Della.

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