#gggno

[hellbleided]

bed rest / let's pretend i sent this from brett to kavinsky okay? maybe kavinsky pushed himself too far or took his fun substances too far up to you

❝ oh, brett, this is so sudden, i don't think i'm ready, ❞ kavinsky said as brett's giant hand pushed him back onto the bed. he wanted to tell himself that he had put up a fight but the moment brett's hand touched his chest kavinsky had all but flopped back against the mattress and burrowed himself into the blankets. he was shaking so hard his teeth were clacking together, sweat beaded down his face, his dark hair sticking to his skin as he tried to curl up into a ball beneath the covers.

kavinsky wasn't an idiot, he knew he'd lapse eventually, knew that sobriety was a up hill battle, as constant as sisyphus with that fucking boulder. he'd reached the top only for it to roll right back down again. kavinsky didn't know if he was supposed to be sisyphus or the boulder but either way he was at the bottom. ❝ ugh, i feel like shit, ❞ kavinsky complained, abandoning his coy charade and squinting up at brett, ❝ christ, you look like shit, were you here all night? ❞

kavinsky frowned, pulling a vague memory of lying on the bathroom floor and telling brett he'd lost a sock.

[touchofdawn]

@gggno | Continued from here

“Good,” he replied with an approving nod. “Keeps things simple.” No exes of note on both sides meant nothing to worry about. No one would be crawling out of the woodwork to demand explanations for the sudden engagement or cause drama. Ideal.

They settled into a companionable silence as Diluc weaved through traffic. He was certainly breaking a few speed limit laws, but he didn’t appear concerned as he spurred the car onward toward to their destination. 

They soon pulled into the building of a high-end store across town. Though the storefront lacked the recognizable labels that were so often considered “high class”—Prada, Gucci, and such—the true mark of class and wealth lay in the quality, style, service, and tailoring.

They pulled up to the very front and Diluc stepped out, tossing his keys to a valet that appeared and greeted him by name. Another valet opened Rosaria’s door and Diluc offered her his hand.

“Shall we? If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. This isn’t your everyday store.”

[khozmoh]

has cosmo ever ended up in the er after too much sex but in a funny and happy way

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 — 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 . . . ↳↳ — 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳

          ❝ uh  . . .  i  had  an  allergic  reaction  to  a  brand  of  lube  once.  that’s  the  only  time  i  had  to  go  to  the  er,  everything  else  was  just  managed  at  home.  back  pain,  friction  burn,  a  few  lacerations  . . .  haven't  fractured  my  dick  before  though,  that's  a  win. ❞

[lupicalled]

rosaria gives him a cookie

                 does it have chocolate in it vampire lady i can't have chocolate i’ll fucking die

[yoakkemae]

there’s  something  prickling  at  the  edge  of  his  awareness  ,  and  ben’s  forehead  furrows  as  he  starts  lifting  himself  out  of  the  darkness.  he’s  almost  dizzy  ,  fuzzy-headed  as  he  realises  --  he’s  not  laying  down  ,  his  head  is  resting  uncomfortably  against  something.  (  so  ,  he’s  fallen  asleep  at  his  desk  again  ,  having  not  realised  the  moment  between  work  and  slipping  into  sleep  ).  he  groans  ,  soft  underneath  his  breath  ,  as  he  forces  his  crusted  eyes  to  open  to  see  uma  standing  by  the  door.  

once  she  sees  that  he’s  awake  ,  she  moves  closer  towards  the  desk  ,  frown  solid  on  her  features.  ben  starts  to  lift  himself  off  of  his  desk  ,  rubbing  at  his  eyes  ,  trying  to  gather  his  wits.  he  has  no  idea  how  long  he’s  been  asleep  ,  or  even  what  the  time  was  ,  but  it’s  clear  that  the  sleep  is  affecting  him.  he  hears  the  shift  of  fabric  and  re-opens  his  eyes  to  see  uma  sitting  on  the  corner  of  his  desk  ,  quietly  looking  at  him.  

“  sometimes  i  feel  like  auradon  is  sucking  the  life  out  of  you.  and  there’s  nothing  i  can  fucking  do  because  you  are  the  one  permitting  it  ,  ”  @gggno​  says  ,  and  despite  the  quiet  tones  ,  it  falls  heavy  in  the  air  between  them.  ben  feels  ...  every  inch  of  his  whtie  hairs  ,  of  the  stress  lines  already  starting  to  form  on  his  face.

‘  what  else  can  i  do  ?  ’  ben  asks  ,  voice  soft.  it’s  him  ,  and  that’s  it.  uma  and  evie  are  helping  ,  but  the  only  one  who  can  implement  the  work  that  they’ve  created  is  him.  him  ,  who  can  feel  the  kingdom  slipping  through  his  fingers.  he’s  the  unpopular  king  ,  the  one  with  assassins  sent  after  him  since  seventeen.  (  he’s  managed  to  survive  for  four  years  ,  but  who  knows  how  long  ?  ).  shaking  up  the  status  quo  ,  making  sure  his  people  have  what  they  need  ,  even  if  the  rich  don’t  like  it.  but  what  else  can  he  do  ?

[tiderideraa]

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐇𝐒 ↳↳  received  from:  @gggno​​​ / uma

harry comes through the door on high alert as usual, his eyes scanning every corner for traps. yea, there's a trap alright. " above you, " uma warns from the ceiling, dropping on top of him with all limbs — well, only four in this form — locked around him. bright laughter ensues as she playfully fights her mate.

two  words  shouted  from  above  is  all  the  warning  that  harry  is  offered.  the  familiar  roll  of  uma’s  voice,  the  pitch  of  wild  glee  followed  by  the  unmistakable  edge  of  triumph,  is  music  to  his  ears  and  whatever  initial  instinct  of  fight  is  quickly  softened  into  something  playful  as  he  spun  on  his  heels  and  looked  up.  uma  is  a  vision  of  teal  and  gold,  hitting  him  with  as  much  force  as  a  surprise  wave  crashing  into  him.  she  was  all  limbs  as  she  tackled  him  to  the  floor  and  all  he  really  had  time  to  do  was  throw  his  arms  back  to  break  his  fall.

        a  sharp  laugh  slipped  past  his  lips  as  he  wrapped  his  arms  around  her  waist,  lifting  his  hips  in  a  buck  and  rolling  them  across  the  floor.  for  a  moment  he  had  the  upper  hand,  leaning  down  over  her,  hands  on  her  waist,  knee  between  her  thighs,  but  uma  was  quick  to  recover.  one  moment  he  had  her  pinned,  and  the  next  she  was  sliding  through  his  fingers  like  water.  legs  and  arms  tangled  all  around  him,  one  leg  over  his  shoulder,  the  other  tucked  close  to  his  ribs,  pinning  one  arm  at  an  awkward  angle  while  she  wrestled  him  flat  onto  his  back.

          harry  shifted  but  uma  made  a  throne  for  herself  on  his  chest,  one  knee  on  one  side  of  his  head,  trapping  him  between  her  legs.  harry  reached  up  behind  her  back  and  grabbed  fistfuls  of  her  long  braids,  pulling  hard  enough  to  force  her  to  tip  her  chin  all  the  way  back.

          she  looked  down  at  him,  and  he  looked  up  at  her.  their  grins  matched.  all  teeth.  slowly,  harry  turned  his  face  into  uma’s  leg  and  pressed  a  kiss  into  her  inner  thigh.  soft  and  lingering.  for  a  moment  the  world  was  at  ease.

          then  he  bit  down  into  soft  tissue  and  their  wrestle  resumed.

[hellbleided]

book / pretend i sent this from andrew to aaron. andrew's trying to understand what aaron sees in katelyn, starting from reading one of her fave books with aaron together?

andrew tapped his finger against a spot beside aaron's arm, and aaron turned the page. the twins lounged on a set of mismatched beanbags, aaron faced the window where sunlight fell over his bare legs and andrew was behind him, draped over his own beanbag so that he could read over aaron's shoulder.

in aarons hands was a small worn out paperback, the cover was a dark shade of green with a title in muted red that aaron had long since given up on trying to pronounce. it was katelyns. the only book she had brought with her from home, she'd said it was her favourite and aaron could kind of see why. a collection of short stories written in first person. grounded in reality with a strange earthy sense of humor throughout, save for a few words in a language that he didn't recognize, the stories were easy to get through and memorable even after he moved onto the next.

the twins read in silence. aaron was a faster reader than andrew and every time aaron had to wait for andrew to finish a page, it gave him too much time to think. he wondered why andrew was reading it. wondered why he'd joined him instead of just taking it when aaron finished it or set it down. but most of all, aaron wondered what andrew thought about the stories they were reading. when aaron smiled or snorted at something funny, did andrew feel the same way? when something sad happened that made aaron's chest ache, did andrew experience it too? what did he think about mrs. jones? about the tough old mailwoman who didn't let mr. hohepa intimidate her? he wanted to know, but he didn't ask.

andrew tapped the spot beside his arm and aaron turned the page.

[vzorexa]

冰 。@gggno​​ ( ROSARIA )

a tingle on her spine sets off one of her many alarms — no, not the bleeding kind. quite the opposite, actually. as unfazed as she may be to spilled blood, the warmth of the same substance running in another human being’s veins startles her from the core. she lifts her gaze from her half empty glass and turns her attention to him. all of it, as much as she bears to give.

“ ? ” a silent question in softly parted lips, one single eye peeking from her ever thickening bangs. her squint is more tender than sharp, like the way you huff at the shenanigans of something — someone — dear.  

       There was a stillness evoked by the sudden movement. One that forcefully heaved Kaeya into waking sentience. Attention lifts to meet with a look of burnt crimson, — sharp and probing. Wafting an allure of danger that would beguile any fighter’s heart.

       There was no feigning it, he’s caught red-handed.

       Between the soundless exchange, it did not require him seeking for answers nor reading between the lines. Kaeya knew he would have been skewered then and there if she really wanted to. Hence, a handsome smile peered victorious,   — with no lack of subtlety in its appearance.

        And yet, he retreats. Back to the beverage he had once abandoned, painting his cocky grin with the liquid’s fluid scorch.

[touchofdawn]

" it's been a while. " with this ominous note, she bites him on the forearm. maybe this is to say she missed him?

It felt like years, even if only a month or two had passed. He kept expecting to see her at church or trailing into the tavern behind Kaeya, but she was never there and his chest felt more and more hollow with each passing day. He missed her voice, her rare smile, the way her eyes sparkled after a kill...

He was perched atop one of the rooftops that night, dressed in his usual cape and mask, watching for any sign of trouble. Admittedly, he'd been sleeping poorly (what else was new?) and he wasn’t the most alert he’d ever been. When he suddenly heard her voice so close to him, he nearly lost his footing and he threw out a hand to regain his balance.

Diluc's eyes widened and he glanced over just in time to watch her teeth come down on his forearm.

“Ah... Hello to you too," he said with a wince, even if it didn't really hurt. "I see your taste in arms hasn't changed. You must have been starving to be parted from me for so long.”

[primewish-a]

            “   that is true ,  yes .   ”

      IT’S NOT often that the acting grandmaster talks to this specific sister ;  usually when things were needed ,  she would either speak with barbara or even sister grace ,  of course only when someone couldn’t do so for her at the moment .

      so ,  it was indeed something new to be speaking with sister rosaria ,  having found her on a night walk of hers .   jean is quiet for a bit ,  trying to find words and to know how to continue the conversation .   “   what are those little joys to you ,  if you don’t mind me asking ?   ”

❝  you have to hold on to the little joys when you find them.  ❞ / rosaria to jean   //   @gggno​ !

[volatilehearted]

" come on, dance with me! " / mo. at a party? at a club? idk. she just wants to have some fun. let's get goofy

Shockingly, befuddlingly, supremely confusingly, this isn't even the second time something like this has happened to Stiles as soon as he's walked into a party. Like all those times before, he just kind of makes a sound of surprise and allows himself to be swept off onto the dance floor. He'll make a couple of stumbling attempts to introduce himself before just letting go and allowing himself to enjoy the dance.

The extremely goofy dance, because Stiles can't dance any other way.