#im trying to get as much white noise going on as i can and listen to music but

[svtcrus]

unlawful duties || neuvillette x fem!reader

a/n : Im going against myself and ended up writing this big crazy ass smut of neuvillette. I WANT HIM SO BADDDD

disclaimer : dom!neuvillette , extremely sexual descriptions, implications of bondage nd choking , office s3x , slight aftercare

"im sorry but the chief of justice is busy right now madam!"

"really.. monsieur neuvillette? agh are you sure?" the beautiful blonde lady who is well known as the president of the spina di rosula was pestering poor sedene. arguing with the unfortunate melusine whose trying to prevent her from entering. navia completely doubtful at how the chief of justice was busy. when all he does is "stay cooped up in his office, if he's not in his playhouse" she quotes.

and while the madamoiselle is not wrong in some aspects, this very chief was busy with a different case.

"be quiet darling, seems like miss navia is right outside." here you were bent over the desk that is scattered with piles of paperwork, the feeling of a slender gloved hand trailing along your bare back. lips bitten harshly to the point of them bleeding, holding back any noise.

however your efforts are in vain upon the force of another hand gripping onto your neck pulling you up. the feeling of neuvillette's hot breath lingering near your ear, your forced to listen to the inappropriate words of the monsieur himself.

"you wouldn't want her to hear how dirty your moans are now would she?" he licks your neck before his lips find your sweet spot, suckling on your skin making you whimper through red stained lips.

this man who withholds so much power of the nation of justice has you wrapped around his own finger. has you bent over his very desk moaning his name loud beneath him, and it's making him go insane.

he breaks his composure at the very sight of you, feeling his breath hitch as his eyes linger between those crystal eyes and your soft lips.

those same lips which he kisses feverishly as he pounds himself into you, concealing your loud cries which beg him for more.

neuvillette's stamina is unpredictable just as he is mysterious. he could go on for hours of him shoving himself into you sweet cunt that's swallowing him ever so well. your walls which squeeze him so tight as he's pushing you further onto his desk, the court papers now long gone amidst the floor. he simply cannot get enough of you.

the chief's clothes are loosened, his white scarf is now used as restraints for your dainty hands. his own two? they are feeling every crevice of your body up from behind. his hand kneads against the plump of your ass, boldly pushing it to see your wetness engulfing him. your slick intermingling with his as he enters and exits your swollen hole. he could see all his love marks tracing from your neck and along your shoulder line, the sight makes him swell.

neuvillette lets out a breathy hiss as he feels your velvet walls tighten around him once more.

"s-so dirty for me darling. not caring if we..- ahhh, get caught.." low growls are leaving his mouth, the sound of skin touching skin echoing amongst the office. the attempts of being quiet long gone. you're moaning, whining, begging, his honor for more.

"please monsieur..."

"please what my love? I need you to use your words sweetheart." two of his long fingers are shoved in between the plump of your lips, you can taste yourself. all while he pounds one more time with his obscene force, before halting. awaiting for you to beg for his cock for his own pleasure.

"harder-mmf! please.. fuck me!" immediately he's back in his feverish rhythm, snapping into you like it's his last time fucking you.

"profanity is forbidden here sweetheart." he manages to say through clenched teeth, both of his hands now gripping onto your hips harshly.

hah, proper etiquette? the fact that you and the chief of justice are performing such debauchery in his place of work? the mannerful thought was long gone in neuvillettes head the moment you had pushed his buttons. now he's enjoying every second of ramming into you in his open office, where someone could very much catch you two committing an unlawful act at any time.

neuvillettes's ego rises at the sight of your naked back is covered in his slick, his godly handsome face is blushed from his efforts. long silver locks disheveled, his bangs damp from sweat. your cunt is dripping cum onto his hardwood floors, oh how will he explain such a mess to sedene?

"ah.. is sex also forbid-" you gasp at the sudden action of him pushing one leg up onto his table, solely so he can push even more deeper into you.

he's hitting all the right spots inside, nudging against the part you need him most and it's driving you crazy. his length proves it all, and god is he so big. you can feel him pulse within you as you both find release. your lover grunts while his wet fingers begin to fondle your clit. motioning them in the way he knows to make you quiver. all while he's leaning down to kiss you, as his seed makes you feel so full.

you could feel the bruises beginning to form on your lower back, his length now long gone. your legs still shaking upon orgasm.

"I hate you..." you manage to say between heavy breaths, your hands are finally freed from his scarf.

your nakedness is replaced with warmth, his coat being draped over you as situate yourself. your lover is already back in his dress pants, and a buttoned up shirt. you glare at him once reality has struck your head. yet he only smiles at you as he begins to clean you up from his mess.

"are you pressing charges on me now after you begged for my cock so well?" neuvillette whispers, those purple orbs are looking down at you. displaying how much lust he still has in him.

blushing at his sudden remark, he lets out a low chuckle.

"you love me sweetheart, lying is a crime you know?"

@svtcrus || 08.16.2023

©️ all rights reserved. do not copy / plagiarize my work.

[bkgml]

Omg! Just found your profile and I literally fell in love with your writing, it’s AMAZING! That’s why I’m here to request a Bakugo x fem!reader where the reader has a telekinesis quirk and overworks herself during practice. After that Katsuki can’t seem to find her anywhere until he searches in her room and find her in bed with lights off and just enter protective boyfriend mode? Thank you so much, hope you’ll write it! 🧡🧡🧡

you felt your head pounding as you stare down at the gym mat. you’ve been training heavily all afternoon and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your limit.

“yn, you good?” sero asks stepping closer to your hunched over form.

your eyebrows furrow and your ears ring. god your head is pounding.

“yeah.” you mutter weakly, breathing deeply through your nose.

“you’ve trained enough for today, go rest up for the test tomorrow.” he says sternly.

“no i’m good, one more round.” you say, standing to your full height in an attempt to mask your pain.

“you’re gonna fucking pass out. go upstairs.” he says, pushing you gently in the direction of the gym doors.

“fine fine i’m going.” you laugh weakly, stumbling outside.

“and drink some fucking water!” he yells.

****************************************************

“i’m gonna kick your ass.” katsuki snarls.

kirishima just knocked him down and katsuki is not happy.

“bro, you’re getting weaker.” kirishima teases, way to poke the beast.

katsuki launches into another attack, pummeling kirishima.

****************************************************

after your quick shower, you stumbled into bed and pulled out your phone.

*calling: katsuki <3*

straight to voicemail.

you sigh, trying to relax, but the stress of your combat test as well as your sore muscles are forcing you to stay awake.

*calling: serooo*

“yo, yn! this fight is crazy, kirishima and bakugou are killing it!”

“nice!” you attempt to sound excited, but you feel like shit.

“…so, katsuki’s still training then?” you say sadly.

“uh yeah he is, do you want me to get him though?” he offers.

“no, it’s okay. just tell him to call me when he’s free, okay?”

“yeah, course. bye, feel better!” he cheers.

“bye sero.” you mumble, arm flopping back on the bed.

you’re so frustrated. you just want to relax and sleep but you can’t manage to.

****************************************************

“hey bakugou.” sero says, running up to him after katsuki finishes sparring.

“hm?” he hums while chugging his water.

“yn told me to tell you to call her.” katsuki’s eyes furrow.

“where is she?” he asks.

“she’s in her dorm. she overworked herself during training, looked like shit.” he replies.

katsuki frowns deeply, pushing past sero and through the gym doors.

“fuckin told her… don’t overwork yourself… just can’t listen.” he grumbles, trudging in the direction of your dorm.

he creaks your door open slowly to not wake you.

“suki?” you murmur, head lifting to peer at your door.

“what are you doing up?” he sighs.

“can’t sleep.” you whine.

“yn i told you not to fuckin overwork yourself.” he grumbles, shutting the door behind him.

“i’m just really stressed out right now, kats. ‘m sorry.”

he sighs, walking over to thread his fingers through your hair.

“i know angel. we can train more tomorrow, you just need to rest properly in between spars, okay?” he says, kissing your forehead softly.

you nod and grab his hand.

“come here.” you whisper, eyes flicking up to his.

“i’m so sweaty. gonna have a quick shower.” he explains and you frown lightly.

“5 minutes. just rest, alright?” he kisses your head before walking into your bathroom.

you try to breathe and relax to the white noise of the shower but your headache overpowers your exhaustion.

****************************************************

“why aren’t you asleep?” he frowns, grabbing boxers from a drawer he occupies.

“i can’t, im too nervous for the test.” you frown, getting frustrated.

“you’re going to pass, i promise.” he says, dragging the towel over his hair while walking over to you.

your frustration builds tears in your eyes causing you to turn away from him.

katsuki sighs, climbing into bed and cradling you gently.

quiet sobs fill the room and you bring your hand up to harshly wipe at your eyes.

“let me kiss you.” he mumbles into your shoulder.

you turn in his grip and bury your face into his chest.

you remain there until your tears stop and you lift your head to look into his eyes, pecking his lips.

he stops you from pulling away by resting his hand on the back of your head, thumb rubbing up and down to massage your scalp.

you sigh into the kiss and feel your eyelids grow heavy.

“sleep now.” he murmurs against your hairline.

you nose at his jaw softly, tucking your face into his neck.

“night.”

he cradles you in his arms.

“night.” he says, smiling against your scalp.

[kylelovskii]

the real question is Kyle more or less of a lil shit once he gets the girl? like you can't tell me that boy doesn't own a remote controlled vibe... -mk anon

this request is so old but IDC!!!!

and he does. 100%.

i wrote this half asleep so im sorry if it sucks and if there’s errors

“cmon, pretty thing. just once? i promise i won’t use it much, and if i do, i won’t turn it up so high.”

liar. fucking liar.

kyle had sweet talked you into putting a vibrator inside yourself, then going to a party with all of the guys. he promised he wouldn’t turn it on very much, he just wanted to test it out, and you believed him, which is why you let him. but you were so, so wrong.

—

there you stood, talking with wendy and bebe. everything was going perfect, and you really thought kyle had just forgotten about it, but then you felt the slightest sensation between your legs go to not so slight.

your hand flew to your mouth, which caused wendy to stop mid sentence and look at you. “hey, are you okay? you look like you’re about to be sick,” she asked. you nodded frantically. “yeah—yes! ah— i just— um..got a sharp..c—cramp in my stomach. i’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you replied before rushing off, trying not to let whines and whimpers escape from your mouth.

you rounded a corner into a hallway where, thankfully, no one was. you sighed loudly, sinking down to the floor. “oh god, kyle— stop, stop, stop…”

“what’s that? stop what?” you heard a voice come from down the hall. you snapped your head into the direction of the noise.

there kyle stood, his hands into the pocke yes of his grey sweatpants and his glasses perched upon his nose. you looked him up and down, noticing how his white wife beater hugged his waist perfectly.

“you— you said you wouldn’t do it much. and that if you did— it wouldn’t be so high!” you said, not even bothering to stand up and go to him. instead, he came to you and knelt down, taking your chin in his hand. “oh, i guess i tricked you. poor girl.”

then he grabbed your hand and pulled you up. “why don’t we go back to the party, huh? i think our friends miss us. i don’t think it would be very polite to abandon everyone just so i could toy with you,” he said as he led you back to the group he was originally with. as you walked, the vibrations slowly came to a halt. when it stopped, you sighed in relief.

kyle held your hand as he spoke with cartman, the two of them bantering while kenny and stan just listened, laughing at the smart remarks that came out of one of the others mouth. you listened as well, letting out a giggle or two, but then kyle turned the toy to its highest setting.

your knees almost buckled underneath you, and you let out an audible gasp which turned into a whine. “oh, honey, what’s the matter?” kyle asked, rushing to your aid. you gave him a look, then lied and said, “my stomach hurts, kyle.”

everyone looked at the two of you confused, but then kyle excused the both of you so he could 'help you'.

he dragged you into a bathroom, locked the door, then picked you up and set you on the counter. he forced your legs open, then moved your panties to the side to look at your glittering cunt.

your skirt bunched up at your stomach as he kneeled between your legs. he didn’t do anything, he just looked up at you and dirty talked you.

“see? look at you. you’re such a good girl, but i bet you’d rather me do this in front of all our friends. especially cartman, huh? that right, doll?” you shook your head quickly, telling him no.

“awh, baby don’t deny it. you may be a good girl for me, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re a little slut, right?” you shook your head again, whining and squirming, trying to close your legs. “no— nonono!”

“come on, take it for me. i know you can. be a good whore and take it. quit tryin' to close your legs,” kyle said, keeping your legs open with both his hands.

“please— i..oh god—” you groaned before your orgasm washed over you, your legs twitching and your hands flying to kyle’s hair.

as you came down from your high, you heard kyle speak, “wow that was quick. good job, baby. come on, i’ll clean you up and get that thing outta you,” he told you, helping you off the counter, then sitting you down on the toilet seat and running the water in the sink.

[nervousgardenerkid]

steve request because i’m a steve simp first and a person second—

no thoughts, head empty, just cooking with steve and trying to have a chill domestic fluff moment but all the kids are over in the other room complaining about how long it’s taking—

much love bestie <333

Sunday kind of love

a/n: bestie,,this is probably the cutest thing i've ever written. like im OBSESSED😭i hope you enjoy it! credit to the gif owner!

warnings: tooth rotting fluff (it's so cute) no female pronouns are used but the term girlfriend is, steve being madly in love with reader

Winters in Hawkins had two phases. The first phase was the beginning of winter. Colder breezes came by, and it looked a little gloomier than usual. The trees were bare and the colorful leaves that once sat upon the branches were now on the floor, soggy from the frost that painted them overnight. The second phase was your favorite. You'd go to bed with a bare yard and wake up with a white blanket of snow there instead.

It was currently Sunday morning. You woke up with a quiet groan and shivered from the lack of warmth you felt. You reach your hand out feeling for the warm body that was next to you when you fell asleep, but when you don't feel him you lift your head and open your eyes. You pout when you're met with an empty bed, trying to think of where he went but your thoughts are cut short when you hear a noise coming from the kitchen. With a quiet tsk leaving your mouth, you get out of the bed, grab your shorts that were on the floor, and put them on. You shiver from the coolness of the room and walk over to the dresser grabbing the first long-sleeve top you find. Once you slip it over your head you quietly make your way downstairs smiling when you hear him humming a soft tune.

You peek your head around the corner, your heart growing three times its size at the sight in front of you. Steve is biting down on his lower lip as he reads the measurements on the back of the box he's holding. His eyes flick up toward you and he gives you an award-winning smile. You walk into the kitchen, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you place a kiss on his cheek.

“Morning Stevie.”

“Morning baby,” he mumbles while bringing you closer to him and placing a kiss on the crown of your head. You let out a hum when you start to smell all of the delicious food he's making. Untangling yourself from his arms you turn toward the stove grabbing a piece of bacon Steve had laid out on a plate.

“Hey, don't go crazy now. The kids will flip if they don't have bacon with their pancakes.”

You swallow the food that's in your mouth and pop the other half of bacon into Steve’s.

“Did you get eggos for El?”

He nods his head before swallowing his food.

“Got her plate of eggos right here.”

You hop onto the counter and smile when Steve brings over a bowl of pancake batter. He starts stirring occasionally, glancing at you with a smile on his face.

“Do you need help with anything?”

He stops to think about it.

“Actually, can you get the hash browns out of the freezer and start cooking them? I already have the pan out for it, all you need is a bit of oil and just put them on the pan.”

You smile and hop off the counter going to the freezer to get started on the hash browns. A comfortable silence falls over you and Steve as you both listen to the song that's playing on the radio. Steve hums along quietly and smiles at what he hears from you.

“So, when were you going to tell me that you were a master in the kitchen?”

He chuckles. “I wouldn't say master,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. “I dunno, I guess I just learned along the way. I mean, my parents weren't around and a boy’s gotta eat.”

He flips a pancake onto a plate before pouring more batter on the hot pan.

“Figured I could learn a thing or two while they were gone.”

“Besides throwing insane parties?” you giggle out.

“Last time I checked, you liked those insane parties,” he mumbles while wrapping his arms around you.

“Wrong, I liked the boy who threw the insane parties.”

Steve smiles at you. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, do you know if he's single?”

He pretends to think about it before snapping his fingers. “You know, I think heard he's crazy in love with his beautiful girlfriend.”

You pout.

“Darn, I guess you'll have to do.” you giggle out while leaning on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“Lucky me,” he mumbles against your lips. Before the kiss could get passionate you hear footsteps coming into the kitchen then collective groans.

“Can you guys not make out above our food?” Dustin grumbled out while rubbing his eyes.

“Give them a break, they're in love.”

“Yeah. They're in love.” Max and El giggled while lightly pushing each other. Soon enough Lucas, Mike, and Will joined their friends in the kitchen all of them mumbling good morning to each other. You smile at them and grab the plate of bacon and hash browns before nodding over at the dining room table.

“Go sit down, Steve and I will bring the food.”

“We will?”

You shush him before following the kids into the dining room and placing down the plates of food you held. Steve watched with a smile on his face as you asked Will to grab plates. His heart swelled in his chest as Will passed out the plates and you poured everyone a cup of orange juice, rolling your eyes when Mike said he prefers apple juice.

Steve was never sure why his parents got such a big dining table when it was always just the three of them, but right now he's thankful they did. He watches with warm eyes as everyone starts to grab the food that's laid out in front of them, some giggling at the jokes that are being told while the others are still trying to fully wake up. You walk into the kitchen and flip over the pancake that Steve was making earlier.

“You okay? You almost burnt the pancakes.”

“I love you,” he whispers while wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you close to him.

You both sway to the song on the radio with smiles on your faces.

“I love you too.”

“I want to start a family with you.”

Your eyes widen and Steve laughs a beautiful laugh. He moves some hair out of your face before he continues.

“Not now obviously, but eventually. I want a family and I want it to be with you.”

You lean in, closing the space between you, and give him the softest kiss he's ever received in his life. Steve feels like he's on a cloud, lips following yours as you pull away from him to put the pancake on the plate with the rest.

“We’ll have a family soon Steve.”

He smiles wide and you can see stars in his eyes

“Yeah? You mean it?”

You kiss his cheek and grab the pancakes and eggos for the kids.

“I wouldn't have it any other way. For now, let's focus on our other family, yeah?” you asked while gesturing to the kids.

Our family. His heart clenches in the best way possible as the words replay in his head on loop. He grabs the plates out of your hands and kisses the crown of your head, stopping when you grab his arm gently.

“You know,” you start. His curious eyes looking at you. “Just because we can't have a family yet, doesn't mean we can't practice starting one.”

He tilts his head a bit, confused before it sets in.

“Kids!” he shouts, making his way to the dining table. “Let's get you all fed and back to your parents! I'm sure they miss you all so much.”

Dustin grabs a pancake and looks at Steve.

“Actually, can I stay here till later? My mom isn't home-”

“You can stay with Mike.”

You cleared your throat and shook your head. “Of course, you can Dustin, we still have some movies to watch anyways.”

Dustin opens his mouth ready to thank you but stops when he sees Steve’s icy glare.

“You know what, I think I'll stay with Mike,” he said with a smile.

You walk by Steve pinching his arm, holding back your giggle when he jumps a bit. He follows you into the kitchen.

“You know, when we have kids they’re gonna throw off plans a lot.”

Steve shook his head. “Not our kids. Our kids are gonna be the best.”

“Oh, are they now?” you challenge.

“Of course they are! All six of them,” he says while backing into the dining room to eat with the kids.

You laugh but stop when you hear what he says.

“Wait, did you say six?!”

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[cloudyyoimiya]

Can i req hunting dogs with s/o that talks too much?

yes ofc!! i don’t talk too much irl bc im rather quiet, so im sorry if this comes off as incorrect in a way. i’m also not all that familiar with teruko and fukuchis character, so i hope you don’t mind me only writing for jouno and tecchou. in order to make it up to you i threw in a scenario for each of them. thank you for requesting!

With a S/o That Talks Too Much; Saigiku Jouno and Suehiro Tecchou

Format: Headcanons and scenarios

Possible warnings: Jouno being Jouno

Saigiku Jouno

When he first met you, he immediately wanted to walk away and go enter a different room. Your constant talking made his head and ears hurt, and he absolutely disliked it. Though, he wouldn’t say he absolutely hated you since some of the things you were saying was useful.

Over time he started to grow used to your constant talking. In fact, strangely enough, he felt some comfort in it. If he didn’t hear you talking his ear off, then he would know that something was wrong. In a way it was his telltale sign to ask you about your day.

Once your relationship grew, he’d start to enjoy your tendencies to talk a lot. Sometimes he’d purposely egg you on to talk even more than you already have. Of course he’d make remarks about how you were hurting his ears, but you knew that it was all bark and no bite.

He may act like he dislikes it, but it’s a lie. The two of you both know that.

After a long day he’d come home and listen to you talk. Knowing that you were alive and healthy helped him calm down after a long day. Despite how he may act, he still really does truly care for you.

If he ever was mad or annoyed though, he wouldn’t say anything mean to you surprisingly. He’d only become eerily quiet and most likely shut you up with a kiss.

Sometimes your talking would put him to sleep. Like I have mentioned, he finds some comfort in your voice.

Scenario…

Jouno had just entered your shared apartment with a sigh. He kicked off his boots, then took off his hat. He then felt around for the coatrack. After a moment he eventually found it and put his hat on it gently. After his hat his cape followed suit, desperately trying to get it off as soon as possible. He just wanted to be with you and wind down after a long day, but being in something as uncomfortable as that article of clothing would prevent him from doing so.

He knew that you were there despite it being eerily silent. Jouno could hear your heartbeat and your slow breathing from a mile away. From the way your body sounded, it seemed like you were just waking up from a nap. The sound of the front door opening and closing must have woken you up.

Jouno wasn’t going to apologize for waking you up though. He’d never do that.

He walked into your bedroom, and you were already on your phone despite just waking up. Jouno then cleared his throat, attempting to make his presence known to you.

You looked up at where the noise was coming from, then softly smiled. You then got off of your bed and walked up to him.

“Welcome home, love! How was work today? Are you doing alright? You seem tired…”

Jouno sighed then quickly walked past you. He then got himself situated on your shared bed then patted the area next to him.

You got the message then sat down next to him. “Is everything alright? You’re more quiet than usual. Oh! Did Tecchou piss you off again today? Is that it?”

“You don’t even know,” he said as he shook his head. “How are you doing? You seem more lively than usual.”

“Oh! I’m alright. Nothing noteworthy happened today. I just got some groceries, I did the laundry because I know how you hate when I do it when you’re present, I cleaned up the house, and I also took a nap. That’s all.”

He let out a soft hum as he laid back onto the bed. “Are you sure? Your heart rate was accelerating while you were on your phone.”

“Well, I was looking at these cat videos. One of them had the cat dressed up as a black and white clown. Another had a cat meowing really loudly over some food that they wanted to eat. It was just adorable! Hey I know, can we get a cat?” You rambled on.

“No. Their constant noises would hurt my ears.”

“But yet you allow me to ramble…”

Jouno groaned. “You’re insufferable.”

“Y’know you love me.”

“Do I really?”

“Saigiku!”

He only smirked as he faced in your direction. “You make it really hard sometimes with your constant talking, my dear.”

“But yet you enable it,” you rebutted.

He pinched the side of your torso. “I do indeed, my dear. I absolutely love it—almost as much as I love you.”

Suehiro Tecchou

When he first met you, he remained indifferent about how you would talk a lot. He didn’t like it, but he didn’t not like it. He just never really formed an opinion on it because sometimes he’d zone out. But even with his zoning out, for some reason he’d always remember a summary of what you said.

If the two of you were ever sent on a mission together, he’d like to listen to your voice so he wouldn’t get bored. If the mission was one set late at night, he’d listen to you talk so he could force himself to stay awake. He wanted to listen to what you have to say, so in a way your talking was like a makeshift caffeinated drink.

When the two of you entered a relationship, he wouldn’t zone out as much and he’d start to listen to you wholeheartedly. He would give you his undivided attention and give you brief responses when you take a breath of air.

As time went on, he grew to look forward to you talking to him. He liked it because more often than not you’d carry the conversation, and that just fit well with his personality considering that he doesn’t talk all that often.

Sometimes after a long day he’d wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his head into your shoulder. He’d then ask you to talk about your day so he can fall asleep to your voice.

In all, he’d love you for this habit of yours.

Scenario…

You and your boyfriend were on your couch cuddling. Tecchou had his arms gently wrapped around your waist and he had his head resting on your chest. He didn’t dare move—he was too comfortable to do that. The only time he moved was when your chest steadily rose and fell with his head on top of it. You could tell he was comfortable just by the look on his face. He was content.

You were running your fingers through his hair, slowly combing out any small knots you may have came across. You doing this seemed to further relax your boyfriend, so you kept on repeating your actions with content. Eventually he let out a small sigh, then looked up at you.

“How was your day?” He asked, rather curious.

You smiled down at him. “It was actually really good! I managed to turn in my papers on time alongside making you your lunch for tomorrow! I made sure to make you strawberry shortcake with cherry tomatoes and paprika, just how you like it. I also made you a sandwich. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

“That sounds good,” he hummed. “How was that book that you were reading?”

“Hm… It’s actually really good! Although it is a bit sad as well. I haven’t read a book like this in a long time. The last time I’ve read a book like this might’ve been back when I was still in school. That’s how long ago it was.”

Tecchou slowly nodded. “I see.”

“Mhm! It’s been a while. Anyways, how was your day? You seem more tired than usual. Did a criminal give you any hassle? Did you catch them?”

“No, nothing like that happened,” he spoke softly. He then let out a small sigh. “I’m just happy to be here with you.”

You shifted your attention down to him once more. “I can say the same, love. You’re absolutely adorable like this. I could just hold you like this forever.”

You brought one of your hands down from his hair down to his back. You then started to rub slow circles, trying to further relax your lover. You could tell that the reason he gave wasn’t the only reason why he was like this, but you decided not to pry. He would tell you if he really wanted too.

“I’m alright with that,” Tecchou simply stated.

“Then let’s do that! Hm, would you like me to grab some blankets so we can stay warm? How about some snacks? Or what about some pillows? Maybe a drink as well?”

“No, it’s alright. ’M fine like this.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind. I want you to be comfortable.”

“Im already comfortable.”

You looked down at him skeptically. “If you say so.”

You brought down your other hand from his hair then wrapped your arms around his waist, much like he was doing with yours. You then gave him a gentle squeeze, then gave him a light kiss on the markings by his eye.

Tecchou lazily looked up at you, a small smile adorning his face. “Thank you for the offer though. I love you.”

“I love you too, Suehiro.”

[boxwinebaddie]

do you support the marjorine-is-taller-than-kenny agenda

oh, 100%, babey! ( im the short kenny, tall marj agenda )

like do you know how BADLY i want kenny to give off tall, mysterious stranger energy, like dirtiest white boy in america, slimmer than jim, smirky, leaning over the hood of cars, chain link fence, chain smoking cigarettes, trailer park pretty, putting the slender in slenderman...

BUT THERE JUST AINT NO WAY BABY!!!!

the mccormicks are eatin wheathins as bread like if you whip out a ritz cracker around kenny that is Fine Dining for him, i mean that. like he is malnourished as fuck like probably barely missed fetal alcohol syndrome he is nooooooot...tall.

like he is giving Short King. like shorter than stan which is saying something because i made pep!stan like 5'8 and 3/4 ( listen those 3/4 mean a lot to him let him have those...its all he can reach xx )

like kenny is honestly giving 5'6"-5'7"

which at first i was...hm idk...BUT ACTUALLY I LIKE THAT BETTER? because i feel tall kenny could just give Well Thats Just A Tall Medium Ugly White Boy but short kenny??? i know that man has the moves.

like charms oozes out of every pore, everyones pants hit the floor, rizz level 10000%, like he cuts his hair with rusty kitchen scissors but it some how looks like mullet modern art, the little gap between his front teeth is like where most people want to LIVE, i feel like his voice is crazy oceanic levels of deep. like that shit ~REVERBERATES~

kenny was S TIER on the cfpom fight list ( one bc he could probably seduce u out of the fight or steal whatever he needs off of you ) but mostly bc i feel like he could probably knock u out in one go but will probably jump around and watch you swing and miss and hit yourself in the face before hes finally like i'm bored, sweet dreams <3 LMAO

i feel like anytime some douchebag is like yeah whatever ur short! hes like ok ask your girl how tall i was last night ;) KHDLKSHLD AAAAA

anyways short king kenny nation i could write Essays!!!! abt this

BUT TALL GIRL MARJ!!!!!! okay okay okay....so marj is def like 5'11"

like cfpom heights

kyle: idk i forgot how tall i said kyle was anywhere btween 6'1-3 TALL

*insert stan wowza noise* i maintain that style would have made out way more if drunk stan could reach kyles face...we were robbbed

marj: 5'11"

stan: 5'8 AND THREE QUARTERS SOMETIMES THE DOCS GIVE HIM LIKE AN INCH OR TWO IF HES 5'10 ITS A REALLY GOOD DAY FOR HIM TELL HIM HE LOOKS TALL PLS josh hutcherson energy

kenny: 5'6" i said what i said argue with ur mom, dad or grandmama

cartman: hes like 5'4" idk so much evil in that compact body

but i feel like marj hit a massive growth spurt in like 7th grade and shot up past EVERYONE and it was like...woah. and i think it just made marj really dysphoric unfortunately because i think she got a lot of random attention for getting tall but was very awkwardly fumbling around in that body, not confident, feeling all wrong :(

went on a lot of weird blind dates with bible studies girls...was really unhappy and felt kind of like a freak im so sad i love you marmar

also linda stotch i guess is petite satan and makes fun of women for being tall or not uwu small and dainty and men for not being super macho and masc ( stephen is probably scary tall ) so being tall was always this uncomfortable thing for her like it made her ugly :((((((

which is insane because kenny was like WOOF WOOF WOOF BARK BARK AWOOGA AWOOGA ONE CHANCEONECHANCEONECHNCE TALL LADY STEP ON ME PLEASE IM ON MY KNEEEEEEEEEEEES

he was...in heat for all of high school. i wish i was kidding.

kenny x stan x kyle x jersey x raven x horny boy max security prison

( off topic but i DO think pep!kenny has kissed both stan and kyle, uh stan we have SEEN [ too much, i do think they get a little handsy when drunk smh, physical touch kings ] and uh...a past kyle was trying to...test a theory...a queery...and kenny had a really good answer...stan is going to be jealous no one tell him about that OOF )

but after her transition i think marj is enjoying living large, being like 6 billion feet tall in high heels, picked kenny up by the scruff on the back of his neck and just carries him like a the world most beautiful knock off birkin bag and i support the simp short kenny agenda...i also think that marjorine is much scarier than kenny or even kyle

i think marj is nice and classy but if u try to grab her ass she will put you in the hospital and be like woopsie do! <3 SHES SCARY IN A BLESS YOUR HEART SOUTHERN LADY WAY I WOULDNT TRY IT

marj being tall is so near and dear to me, i just feel like kenny is always looking up to her and chasin after her and when they were little kids she was like smitten in love with him, he hung the moon if he looked at her once a month but in high school she was like im not playing these little games with you kenneth mccormick! no sir! when you're done runnin' around you can call me then but watch out i might not answer xx CLEEEEEEEEEEEEARED HIM LIKE WHEW!

( she also full names everyone like stan has never been stan, stanley forever, kenny is kenneth, cartman is eric, kyle is kyle...period. )

aNYWAYS! it worked she whipped the hell out of him amen...BUT YES SHORT KENNY TALL MARJ SUPREMACY OR AT LEAST THATS HOW IT IS IN MY FANFICS GET WITH IT OR GET STEPPIN

-uncle nina, short queen...unfortunately...i act 6'1" tho

p.s. kenjorine and style def do double dates otherwise known as marj and kyle taking their boyfriends out for a walk...woopsie do! <3

[thesithdiaries]

No Fly Zone (Rooster magine)

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!OC

Warnings: movie spoilers, cursings, full-on angst, injuries, mentions of cuts but it’s not for SH

A/N: the dialogue and terms are probably way off but thats to be expected cause im not military

Original female character is based on this

-

The mission is absolutely unachievable. The specifications are too over the top and unrealistic. How did Cyclone and Maverick expect this to get done?

“Come on, Fireball. You got it”, she heard Maverick say over the radio.

Her heart was beating quickly, the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She could do this. She was the best of the best. There’s a reason why she was chosen for this mission.

Fireball’s mind went into autopilot. She could hear Phoenix, Bob and Maverick talking but she wasn’t paying attention to what they said. All she could focus on was that her laser finally worked and she dropped the missile.

“Bullseye!” Bob cheered. “That was amazing!”

“I love women”, Phoenix added, making Fireball laugh while she tried not to pass out during the climb.

“Nice job, kid. You definitely earned that piece of cake you were talking about earlier” Mav said.

Fireball was happy yet her opinion about it didn’t change. The mission was still unachievable. They practiced in an open field, with no missiles on top of them and no enemy planes sitting on a base close to the target. It was just dirt and sun for miles.

“Fuck! Look out!” Somebody screamed. Fireball gasped, finally paying attention to her surroundings.

It was a plane, coming directly at her.

“Shit!” she exclaimed, pulling the stick towards her body, making the F18 shoot up at an amazing but dangerous speed. “Holy shit!”

“Fireball, come back down! You’re going too high!” Maverick exclaimed, terrified. “The plane is gone.”

Fireball didn’t listen. She couldn’t listen. Her ears were ringing. Her adrenaline was long gone at this point, now her body was overwhelmed with fear. Suddenly, it all became too much. Fireball started nodding off, her eyes blurry, crossing and closing.

Her plane was now doing a nosedive towards the ground.

“Genevieve, wake up! Please wake up!” Maverick was screaming. He quickly moved to put a missile lock on her plane, in an attempt to make her regain consciousness with the noise. “Fireball, can you hear me? Wake up!” Phoenix and Bob were also screaming at the top of their lungs as they saw Fireball’s plane approaching the ground.

Meanwhile, back at base, the rest of the team was listening. Everyone was quiet, nobody dared to say a word. Rooster was gripping the seat with all his strength, knuckles turning white. He couldn’t lose her like that, there was no way.

Fireball slowly started opening her eyes. The noise was giving her a headache. “Pull up! Pull up!” The screams were too loud in her ears. Her realization felt like getting a bucket of cold water dumped on her head. She was about to crash. Without hesitation, she pulled the stick to try and get her plane leveled at a good altitude but it wasn’t working. Like clockwork, everything started beeping all at once.

Her cries echoed throughout the room. “It’s not working! Nothing’s working!” Rooster couldn’t breathe anymore, his heart felt like someone was squeezing it. “I don’t know what to do!”

“Genevieve, you have to eject right now. There’s no more time.”

“You’re going to crash! Eject now!”

“Holy shit! It’s on fire!”

“Fireball, eject! That’s an order.”

One hand was shakily holding the stick while the other was touching buttons, trying to find something that could work. Tears were streaming down her face, she couldn’t even see very well.

“Eject! Eject! Eject!”

-

Rooster bit back a cry when he heard a faint explosion in the distance. Fanboy squeezed his shoulder in support. The team didn't know what to do or what to say. The screaming over the radio didn’t tell them what caused this.

He possibly lost the woman he loved and he didn’t even say how he truly felt.

-

On the other side of the base, Cyclone was busy with a meeting that seemed to drag on. They were revising points that were made, adding more things. A sudden knock made everyone quiet down. A soldier opened the door and straightened up.

“Admiral Simpson?" Cyclone looked at him, he looked pale. “Sir, it’s your daughter. She’s being flown back on a medical helicopter.”

Without a second thought, Cyclone bolted out of that room. Sure, he would get reprimanded for this later but right now, his daughter was the only thing that mattered. He ran towards the medical center, it felt like hours went by while he was getting there.

Once there, he saw Rooster pacing back and forth in the hallway. He looked deranged. “Bradshaw.” His head shot up, stopping in his tracks. Shit. “What happened?”

“Sir, I-” Rooster cleared his throat. “Gen’s plane crashed… I don’t know why.”

“Is she in surgery? Has anybody said anything? Where’s Maverick?” The questions were jumbled together, he didn’t even understand himself. Rooster, on the other hand, felt like he was about to pass out.

He shook his head. “He’s over there.”

Cyclone turned around, his eyes scanning the waiting room, finally spotting Maverick on the farthest corner, sitting on the floor. The heavy footsteps broke the silence, making him look up. Cyclone looked like he wanted to break down crying but also hit him in the face. He took a deep breath before getting on his feet. “What happened out there?”

“A rogue plane came out of nowhere, coming straight towards hers.” Cyclone’s blood ran cold. Rogue? “Genevieve went up to avoid collision but she went into g-loc… We tried to wake her up but it took a while. It was too late, her plane was on fire by the end of it and she had to eject.” Cyclone was quiet. He didn’t know what to say. Maverick offered him a small smile and an arm squeeze, not really knowing how to comfort him either.

An hour later, the doctor said Genevieve was ready for visitors. Rooster wanted nothing more than to just run into the room to see her but he understood that her father needed to see her first.

Cyclone walked in slowly, almost stumbling when he saw his daughter. Her face and arms were full of small cuts and bruises. There was a stitched up gash on her cheekbone.

“Hi dad”, Genevieve whispered, reaching for him. Cyclone quickly walked towards his daughter, carefully sitting next to her on the bed. His hand softly caressed her face. “I’m okay.”

“When that soldier went to get me, I thought the worst…” he started but she interrupted him.

“It was a freak accident, I’m fine. No major injuries or anything” Genevieve reassured him.

“Are you sure? I can take you home if you want. I can take you off the mission if you don’t want to go back” Cyclone tried to get her to say yes but she shook her head and smiled.

“There's no way I'm going back home. I'm going to stay here until the mission is over, you know that. I know you didn't want me here but I love this and I won't just walk away.”

Cyclone let out a huff, there was no point in talking about it. Genevieve was a very hard nut to crack, especially when it came to the Navy and her duties. “Fine, I guess you can stay.” He gave her a little kiss on the forehead. “There’s someone outside that wants to see you, do I tell him to come in?”

Genevieve smiled. Rooster. “Yes, please.”

Cyclone walked outside, motioning Rooster to come talk to him. “You can go in.” Before he could even take a step, he spoke again. “Do you like my daughter?”

It’s now or never. “Yes, sir, I do.” Rooster felt that his voice was shaky but from Cyclone’s reaction, it looked like the complete opposite.

“If you ever hurt her, you’ll wish you never thought about joining the Navy” Cyclone said, putting his hands inside his pockets, as if that sentence was casual. “You’re a good kid, don’t let us down.”

Rooster smiled. “Thank you, sir.”

With that, he went into Genevieve’s room, feeling a huge weight lifting off his shoulders when he saw her smiling at him.

She was okay.

-

Taglist:

@astraljedi ; @startterfly ; @mayafatimakhan ; @luckyladycreator2

[thepiguy1]

Ranking Every Version of "You Really Got Me" I Could Find*

*(and be bothered to listen to)

-- The Kinks --

THE ORIGINAL!!

not much to say since its the song the others get compared against

its nice to hear some texture and roughness in the guitar

-- Oingo Boingo --

these guys seriously get into the studio and just do. whatever the hell

le ga eh tu ga tu baby le ga eh tu ga tu baby

Danny Elfman absolutely killing it on the vocals. go white boy go

you got me so i don't know what i'm doinggah

i have a soft spot for oingo boingo we need more unique music like this

you know it's gonna be good when its twice the length of the original

-- Van Halen --

the wall of noise coming from that guitar may not be for everyone but it sure as hell is for me

dunno whatever the hell they start doing after the solo

David Roth's (i think its Roth not Hagar?) vocals fit the song really well

speaking of the solo. that shit was legendary

-- Robert Palmer --

you honestly wouldn't be able to tell that it's You Really Got Me the first time hearing this song

the slower pace and lack of guitar doesn't feel like you're "really going" at all but it's still nice

guitar solo shred has been replaced with a smoother sax/trumpet solo and it's... not bad?

the softer sound feels like the song's lost something but it still works well in a different way

-- Phil Manzanera --

you really can tell he's from the UK can't you

the slower pace doesn't work quite as well as Palmer's cover since they're still trying to go for a harder rock sound

the backup vocals tickle my brain nicely

-- Ray Davies / Metallica --

not the original band but the original singer

the vocals have aged but they have the same energy and it's nice

i think i'm going to have a heart attack or something

that call and response section sounds like they forgot the next lyrics teehee

-- Overall Ranking --

#1. Oingo Boingo

#2. Van Halen

#3. The Kinks

#4. Robert Palmer

#5. Phil Manzanera

#6. Ray Davies / Metallica

no im not taking criticism (/j)

[macaroki]

" shall the death do us part, my dove "

or, in another word, SUGAWARA keep living his life, for you.

trigger warning : mention of shooting, sort of ptsd stuff [ not beta'd ]

it always fascinate you how sugawara dealing with the kids in the kindergarden he works for. those delicate hand moving along as he teach alphabets, or the way his lips pursuing as he heard those kids trying to crack a joke is just heavenly sight to see.

you should've not listened to him the other day, " don't have to come today for lunch, love " and for god sake, you didn't. how can you know, that everything would turn out like that?

it suppose to be another ordinary day, where your lover would pick you up from your workplace on the evening, take out dinner or eat whatever he had in his mind, or/and simply just enjoying the view at the beach nearby for a while.

it hurts to remember all the good time, while he was laying there, for no one knew whatever things he had in his mind. for only you waiting for him just, to talk, about anything, really. the weather, the shitty waiter at the restaurant you both promised won't go there again, or the dentist that have big-sarcasm jokes- anything really.

" i'm here if you want to talk " left your lips a little bit too much by now. yet he's still mindlessly gazing on the white ceiling above, his cheeks stained with tears. you really want to hold him, truly, but you're afraid that he'll flinched away from your touch. it hurts you the fact that even the simplest noise can startle him already.

you thought leaving him alone is maybe a good idea, at least - for now. as you pushed the chair and grabbing your phone, you can heard the low voice of him saying " it was my fault, "

it was barely a whisper, feels like it gonna get carried away by the wind if you didn't hear closely. but you know better than leaving him with his thought, didn't you?

" it's not, " you hold his hand slowly, bringing it up close to your lips, barely even touch but it's still there. the soft kisses that bring him down more tears. " it's never been your fault that the little girl were being targeted, you're just happen to be there, "

" maybe if i just take the shot, the girl could've live, " tears rolling down on your cheek as those word leaving past his mouth, the squeeze on his hand tighten even more. "she have so much things to live for, i just let those people taking her life away, i- " loud sobbings escape his mouth, and he can't even bring himself to look anywhere but close his eye.

" it's not your fault nonetheless. you have a lot of things to live for too. taking the shot or not, the girl still being chased for her entire lifetime - which is draining for her to live with messed up thing, and no, i'm not saying that you should live with those guilt, no, but you need to let it go, baby. " you reach out to him, wiping the tears that stained his cheek.

he finds an enduring peace to have you here with him, but wasn't it draining for you? as if you were looking thru him, immediately sensing the discomfort in his thoughts, you pressed another light, feather kiss on his hand you've held earlier. " the damage have been done, and the things we can do now is to pray the girl to get the justice she deserve, " you paused, " and it's not your fault. please, "

" allow yourself to breathe again, and live. please? "

and he did. through the long night to the peaceful evening, that was the first time he ever smiled to you, returning the squeeze, and mayhaps the kiss you've silently asked for a while.

trying out new format LOL, and hi ! been hiatus for a while, since march i believe, and i am finally back ?! anyway, im not great at such dramatic dialouge, but i hope yall enjoy it ><

[vodka-glrl]

A Leviathan's Song

Get it A Sirens song A Leviathan's song hehe I'm a genius >:)

Tw:Adult content, oral sex, superiority kink (is that a thing?), semi-non consensual

Minors dni(except for bee because they are the only one reading this shit) bla bla bla I have no idea what I'm doing its literally 40°c outside I'm dying its so fucking hot

Taglist:@nogenderbee

Waves... Waves... Waves... That's all you have seen for the past hour or two, why you ask. That's because I made a bet with your friends that you can take a photo of the infamous leviathan of the dark seas of Inazuma.

You have been studying this 'almighty leviathan' for a while now and have figured out where and when to catch him outside water.

You sat there behind a rock waiting for the leviathan to come to the shore. You were getting impatient until you heard an almost silent sound of humming coming from the distance. You felt a strange attraction against the humming you felt like it was pulling you closer to it.

The closer you got to the beautiful humming noise the more you got a glimpse of him... The infamous Leviathan.

The leviathan looks at you and chuckles.

"Oh my~ looks like I got quite the catch today~"

"What a cutie~"

You felt like his voice was hypnotizing you. He was pulling you closer to him. His piercing white eyes stared into your soul, making your face heat up.

Suddenly the leviathan's tail wraps around you and he starts walking into the water, pulling you in with him.

"Now brace yourself sweetheart this might take your breath away~"

Just as he said that he lowers his tail to the ground, putting you in the water.

You felt weird as you were pulled into the water, was it fear... Or was it lust.

No matter what you were feeling at the moment the leviathan surely had a lustful look in his eyes, as if he was waiting for this his whole life

"What a naive and gullible human~ I like that in a woman~"

His deep and raspy voice sent a shiver down your spine.

"So tell me human~ why were you spying on me?"

He knew you were watching him?

"I-im sorry I was just trying to prove my friends that you were real and that I wasn't delusional"

He let out a cold chuckle

"What a selfish reason to spy on someone... Maybe I should punish you for that~"

"P-punishment?"

"Yes~ for ruining my peaceful moment..."

His grip on you with his tail got stronger as he lowered you down on your knees.

You close your eyes scared of what he was about to do until you feel a long piece of meat hit your face. You open your eyes to be met with his long and erected penis resting on your face.

"Go ahead human~ suck it~"

You take his penis into your hand and hold it over your mouth and hesitate for a while before he forced his cock into your mouth.

He grabbed onto your hair at the back of your head and forced you to suck him off

"Oh you pathetic human~ not much you can do over here huh? You can't pull away you can't run away either~ so stop struggling and take it like a good girl~"

You didn't listen to him and tried pulling off but you couldn't, his grip on your head was much stronger than you trying to pull off.

You kept struggling and struggling but you just couldn't find the energy to try anymore... This was your faith... This was was inescapable... So you decided to give in.

The leviathan notice your lack of struggle and chuckled

"Good girl~"

The process went on for half a hour until you felt your mouth fill up with hot semen. Your eyes tear up from the sudden contact.

As the leviathan pulled his penis out of your mouth you panted to catch your breath.

"You're sorry for what you did right~?"

"Y-yes... I'm s-sorry"

"That's great, that's great~"

You start feeling your eyes blur out

"Now don't go around spying on sea creatures again~ they might not be as merciful as me~

Your eyes black out

....................................................................................................................................

You... Woke up... On the sand

Did... Did he bring you back up?

No that can't be right...

You got up and and shook off any remaining sand on your clothes...

You took a deep breath and got away from the beach...

You're never coming back there again...

Or maybe you are...

"See you soon darling~"

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(This is terrible omg💀)

[dis--parity]

hit and miss.

Trigger warnings: Animal abuse (mostly offscreen), bullying Word Count: 1482 Author’s Notes: I have no idea WHY I put off publishing this for so long, but! Here’s an ugly little preview of Theo’s old life! When I say ugly, I do mean ugly, though... Hopefully this motivates me to actually continue the series! The rest of the story is, for the most part, present-day, and I’m excited to see how you all react to how it unfolds!

CHAPTERS hit and miss.

“Fuck! I almost got ‘im that time!” “Hey, hey, hey- he’s moving! He’s moving, throw ahead of where he’s going!” “He moved a whole two centimetres, dumbfuck! I’ll throw where I want!”

God, what a fucking racket they’re making. It’s a miracle nobody’s found out we’re here, between the thud of their ammunition - most of it missing, covering the jet black with streaks of white, I take it - the noises of protest from their target, lying prone in the middle of it all. And above all of that, their fucking yelling.

Bickering, bickering, all it ever is with these pieces of shit is bickering. I learned a long time ago that it’s not worth trying to get them to agree on one thing; everyone forgives each other at the end of the day, anyway.

It’s what Callan always told me - he’s the oldest, so everyone tends to listen to him when he’s here. 

But today, it’s me that gets to feel the pride of being the big dog. That one badass everyone looks up to, takes orders from - there’s something about it that makes every adjusting pull on my Varsity jacket feel that much more… important.

The way the fabric rubs against my shirt with a satisfying ‘fwip’ is mostly muffled, though, by the impact of snowballs on tarmac - and it’s yet deafened by the barking of a dog standing on the same surface, pacing and dodging frantically. Scarcely any of his fur has snow clinging to it, and the places it has stuck are hardly the places that count; the top of the rump, the middle of the body, the lower half of the leg.

The commotion quietens a little as the snow crunches beneath my feet. I’ve learned it’s always best to pause when you arrive at the scene - the longer I peer over the mess they’ve made, the more they feel judgemental eyes on them, peeking past strands of white, the more likely they are to listen.

Already, I can feel their heads turning towards me like I’m the fucking flagship coming into port, putting all those little sailboats to shame.

The only downside is that now, all eyes are on me. That’s one feeling I’m used to, sure - but now every movement counts. Even a twitch of the finger would be enough to sow doubt in everyone here.

The way Bernie passes me, and brings his hand gently down onto my shoulder as he walks behind me to watch, doesn’t invoke that uncertainty at all. But I don’t have time to think about that now.

I can only spare a passing glance at the others as I step up to the short wall of snow they’ve put up for cover. It’s not like anyone’s gonna throw back at us, but they’re made up of more than enough snow for me to get my hands around. I don’t even need to spare the others a look to get my intention across.

“Here, here, Theo’s gonna show you how it’s done.” “Yeah, Theo, fuckin’ get ‘im.” “Shh, shh, hey, watch this, watch this, Theo’s ‘boutta fuck it up.”

My eyes remain fixed on their quarry; a dog with cinnamon-brown fur, looks to be some kind of shepherd. I’ve seen him around when I walk past, looking out the window as I walk on past. 

It’s fine, I take a moment to remind myself as my hands ball the loose, dirty snow into a shape roughly resembling a sphere. Dogs chase after balls all the time, right? It’s not like this is hurting him or anything.

Not unless I take aim riiiiight…

“Stop! STOP! What are you doing?!”

Well, there goes my focus.

The hesitation that fills everyone around me is palpable. My gloved hands leave the clumpy snowball right back where it’s formed as the air is populated by the muttering of… what even are they to me? Friends? Or just cronies?

The classification is secondary as I look up towards the source of the sound - one that immediately bids me to rise above the man-made hill, slam a boot down as though I’m on the peak of Everest.

It’s from there that I see everything I wanted; not just the scrawny little blonde in his grey hoodie and faded jeans running in and standing in front of the dog like a fucking human shield, but the expression of fear that wells in his eyes the longer I stare him down. “The fuck does it look like?” I speak up, snowball slipping from one hand to the other. “Why’re you gettin’ in the way of our fun right now, dude? What’s your problem?”

The muttering that once filled the air dies around me. The more he trembles in front of the dog he’s guarding in what he must think is some valiant effort to do what’s right.

There’s a hot second where I’m not even sure he knows how to answer my question, until he opens his mouth again.

“Y- you’re hurting him, don’t you see that? Why are you hurting this- this poor dog? What’d he ever do to you?” “No, we’re not hurting him, dumbfuck. He’s not even moving away, look.” “Y- yes, you are! You’re throwing snowballs at him! How would you feel if I started throwing snowballs at you?”

Just as easily as I could feel excitement before, doubt now swells in the air around me. The very same I’d worked so hard to avoid. Everyone’s looking around at each other as they wonder if this is even any fun any more, if it’s even worth it. 

But, the more he talks, the more he gives me to fire back with. Slowly, I step up again, the sole of my shoe thudding onto the top of the frigid trench before me, teeth clenching as I stare right back at him.

“Are you fuckin’ threatening me, Alex? That a challenge, huh?” I scowl. “You think you’re hot shit?”

Silence. He’s either too scared, too brave, or too stupid - or, fuck it, maybe all three at the same time - to give me a proper reply. It’s a staredown, then. Just as slowly as his hands clench into fists, I’m reaching down again to get a grip on the snowball I so quickly abandoned before.

“Yeah, get ‘im, Theo!” “Oh, this kid is fuckin’ dead.” “Yo, watch this, watch this-” “Say somethin’ else or shut up, I’m watching!”

By the time I look back, his guard is down - he’s ushering away the dog, or trying to as well as he can without turning away from me.

‘Go, go, go to your dad,‘ he’s saying, like it can understand him. Maybe it can, I don’t know - but his eyes are still fixed on me. It doesn’t matter. He could never intimidate me - and it sure as hell isn’t gonna make this hurt any less.

I reel my arm back, gloved fingers tightening around the frigid projectile in my hand, and…

Boomph!

To my side, applause. To my front, the pained yelp of some runt who thought he was doing the right thing by sucking the fun out of everything. Behind that, the pitter-patter of paws against snow-covered tarmac; looks like our old target finally has a reason to panic.

But the snowball hasn’t even left my hand.

The rallying cries all around me lead my gaze to Bernie, just beside me - his eyes lock with mine for a moment as the sunlight catches his eyes. The way he grins, his eyes practically begging for approval he knows he already has… I swear it makes my heart stop for a second.

The flurry of white being loosed from hands behind him means nothing to me for a few seconds in that oasis of calm, until that fucking asshole Jan bumps into me in an eagerness to join the fray. 

Sure, I’m focused - but the way I push him right back and knock him on his ass is enough of a price to pay. It’s worth losing my snowball over as it scatters across his coat. Or so I thought - he’s still standing there. 

The dog is long gone by now, but that doesn’t mean the fun’s gotta stop. Not when I’ve finally confirmed that he’s not brave, just stupid. I crouch down again, eyes fixed on his half-glaring face, lips puckered like he’s trying so hard to be brave. It doesn’t matter how much we throw at him - even if I’m seeing a marked improvement in accuracy from everyone else.

Someone’s gotta take the wind out of this little shit’s sails. I’ve done it before. He thinks he can beat me, that he’s better than me for being able to take what I dish out.

He’s wrong. We’re only getting started.

As my hand reaches for the edge of the driveway, my fingers curl around the uneven grooves of a rock.

[raethethey]

forgot to tell yall this but i had some training for work the other week and we had little discussions about what you would do in this situation using an acronym LAUGH (listen, acknowledge, understand, give solutions, hit home) given its a college and community center. literally a "recreation and well being center"

my table's prompt was "what if you were reffing an soccer game and one of the players got a penalty of smth and then called you a racial slur. how would you deal with the situation and what would you feel/think?"

the night before this training i did not sleep at all. i was feeling high anxiety, i was wearing earplugs bc noise was a no no at that moment, i was (am) in a depressive swoop rn and any semblance of human emotion was lost to me.

the supervisor doing the worksheet with us was trying to get answers out of everyone at our table and me being me was very quiet and trying not to interact more than just listening. so he asks me directly what i think the different ppl involved in the situation would feel and i just go "sorry, i dont understand emotions well, i cant answer you" plus ive never been called a racial slur and dont know how i would feel in that moment. (im white). but then i think abt how my bestie would feel if he were called a racial slur and all of a sudden i understand that he would feel very uncomfortable and unwelcome in that area. and then i understood the prompt.

idk how to explain it but im so much more in tune to my friends emotions than my own. i dont know what i feel most of the time. i cant articulate what they are. but i can sense if my bff is sad or a bit off that day.

can someone pls explain why this is?

[bronwiebear-brad]

Can we get a sneak peak of something you've been writing? love 🥺

Of course 🥺 AN: for a better experience listen to j balvin: otra noche sin ti ft khalid

"It would be the most important thing for me to have you there"

"I'll try."

"You're the best, sweatheart" he kissed your forehead and someone else called him, so he got distracted.

"Good thing you have chemistry"

"Oh shut up, his girlfriend is right there" you rolled your eyes

"So what? She doesn't care. Didn't touch him once since we got here"

"Don't say that, maybe she doesn't like to show affection in public" you shrugged your shoulders looking at your friend.

"(y/n), she looks like she came alone." she laughed. "You don't isolate yourself in a wedding"

"Okay I get it, she's VIP and all that" She rolled her eyes ironically and you laughed at her expression.

"Oh look he's going to get her" your friend said maybe too much excited. It was like watching live TV.

You look in her direction to see him. You were lying if you said that wouldn’t be interested to see their interaction.

He look at her with a little smile and hugged her waist. His white shirt constrasted with her bany green dress and made the perfect color match. They look perfect for each other.

The interaction looked weird from that perspective. He tried to kiss her but she moved her head slightly, so he ended up kissing her cheek.

He frown and pouted, he was looking adorable with that puppy eyes looking at her in awe but somehow she rolled her eyes and looked away.

How could she didnt gave herself away at that look? You thought to yourself.

“What was that for?” You could read his lips.

“For nothing” she responded.

“What i have done now?” He asked close to her ear.

Another J balvin song started and he wanted to dance with her but she was ignoring him.

“Why do you bring me here? I wanted to go at the begining and you just ignored me and abandonated me“

“Im sorry but i have to talk with my friends!”

“Brad you’ve been drinking, you know i hate that!”

“Dance with me” he asked defeated and she looked at him with a dead glare.

She sat on her chair. he stood there in the same spot. His eyes took a glance around the room until found yours.

You know i cant go another night without you

Otra noche sin ti

Me duele tanto

At this point you didn’t look away. You gave him a small smile, cheeks flushed as the room darkened and envolve around you.

His expression softened as his gaze grew. He coudn’t look away either.

He started by admiring how pretty you looked. The way your hair got perfectly spotted out of your face into that flower crown.

He moved to your dress and saw the softiest combination between champagne silk and your silver heels. The way you kept simple for a country wedding. Only adding a few details in jewlery such as a simple necklace with your initial and a couple of light rings.

He loved to see you in dresses.

He loved to see you in everything.

He loved to see you with everything off.

…

You entered your hotel room with your heels in your hands. You trow them away and got off your dress. Took your make off and got ready for bed.

It was precisely 3.45 am when your phone started to ring.

With your eyes still close, your hand was searching the noise in your nightstand. Without looking you answered.

“Hello?” You grunt frowning

“Hey” you noticed his voice and quickly sat up.

“Brad?” Your other hand was scratching your eyes and you checked the call ID

“B🐻”

It was him endeed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m outside…”

You were caught by surprise and sat up quickly. The room spinning.

“What-Here? why?”

“I can’t go another night without you”

…

to be continued

[caregiver-twylas-daycare]

(1,2 and 3 if that's okay?...🌠) hi, so im kind of all panicky because I have severe anxiety and c-ptsd but living under stressful and trauma inducing circumstances out of my control, it's hard to relax and im always scared

I guess I was just wondering if you know anything calming or like some agere activities I can do to distract myself or something? 🧸❤️‍🩹 I hate to be such a debbie downer, I'm just feeling so ...lost? desperate at this point... like I don't know what to do, I just need someone to tell it won't be like this forever

(P.S. I know it said in your pinned post not to talk about trauma in asks, but I don't know whether mentioning that you're going through it is ok, if not I'm really sorry, I promise it wasn't my intention to go against your blog rules)

Hello!

Thank you so much for talking with me about this! You are not going against blog rules. I appreciate you keeping that in mind!

What I can suggest is trying to find time to get off social media or whatever is causing you stress. Find something you enjoy, maybe coloring, watching a comfort kid show, maybe playing video games? Do things that you enjoy while regressed or just in general. There is ASMR, classical music, or non lyric based music, or listening to white or brown noise can help while doing one of the other activities listed above.

I promise you whatever the outside stress is going on, it won't last. If you ever feel comfortable enough to talk in DMs, I will try my best to respond. Especially if you want to talk about what the stress is in your life.

And here's a hug, you will be okay.

[nototallyme]

It’s so bizarre to me that I’ve dealt with ear problems since I was a kid. I’ve had many surgeries since then for Constantine getting ear infections from swimmers ear, cholesteatoma, and even taking bone from one of my ears to add it to my other to totally reconstruct my ear and eardrum. The constant surgeries makes it where I can’t get my ear wet for almost a year. Even when it’s been past that time, I’m still making appointments to the ent bc I have another infection. The infections are not because I’m dirty but because my ear does not drain well and keeps the water and humidity in the ear. To me not being able to shower properly but always wash my hair in the sink like a child. The neck pain and water everywhere just so I can have clean hair and not get my ear wet. The aches and the sometimes blood from my infected ear. I’m 19 and I was just told like a year ago that I can take proper showers and not have to worry about keeping water out of my ear. Now, my left ear has cholesteatoma, again, and I’ll have surgery, again, next year. I’m so tired. My ears went through so much and still are and it caused my eardrums to thicken due to the repeated trauma. Just to give a quick summarization on my hearing, ear drums vibrate bc of sound and it gets processed. Since my eardrums are thicker than normal, my eardrums are not vibrating well and processing the sounds. Although my nerves in my ears are fine and normal, surprisingly due to excessive surgeries and the damage, hostility, and abrasive it is. Each surgery there are risks. I even had to change my headphones bc the earbuds would cause ear infections. I’ve found bone conducting headphones which sends the music to my nerves instead of through the eardrum and they’re a blessing bc I can hear without it being at 100%. They’re fucking ugly though. But my left ear has cholesteatoma again and my right ear is bleeding bc it probably has another infection. They can’t see me until late December and infections can be damaging. Again, I’m just so tired and worn out. I can not hear someone whispering. I can’t hear footsteps, doors opening or closing, garage doors, the air coming on, car horns from inside the car or emergency vehicles, knocking, people asking me questions at checkout, and so on. It’s so frustrating and hard to deal with bc I’m losing my hearing every time I get a hearing test. Im close to being deaf and having to learn sign language. I don’t realize the things I’m not hearing like I used to until someone talks about it or I think about it. I got a loud ass fan facing me in my tiny room and I was going to bed but I had to open my ears and turn on my light to see if it was on. Usually I hear it and it sounds like white noise but I couldn’t hear it this time. My favorite music that I can listen to over and over without getting tired of it can just be gone any second. I won’t be able to hear my dog whining or snoring in his sleep, which I barely can now and I have to try to listen to hear it if he’s loud. It’s so pathetic. It’s so damaging having to wear hearing aids so young. And ppl getting aggravated with me bc I can’t hear them when I’m asking politely saying ‘sorry I couldn’t hear you, could you repeat that’. I just can’t handle this much longer