#in bathroom usage that dramatically

[thehours2002]

barbara forgetting to put her shoes on in the abbott ep last night may be hands down the best gag of the whole season

[shawtuzi]

finking of morning sex w plug!eren

mdni pls and thank you///cw include: black fem!reader, drug usage (weed), a lot of sexual tension, lazy morning sex that eventually turns kinda rough, some fluff

9:03 AM

the early morning sun nearly blinded you as eren opened the blacked out curtains in your shared bedroom. “ren what the fuck,” you whined burying your face in the plush pillow you were just a few seconds ago sleeping so peacefully on. eren chuckled, bringing a blunt he had freshly pearled to his lips that were still a bit swollen from last nights activities. you’d recently gotten into nibbling and biting on his lips during your intense kisses and although he found it extremely hot he was definitely paying the price for it.

“suns up mama, time to get up….unless you want me to finish this without you,” he smirked blowing a fat cloud of smoke in your direction. you lifted your head from the pillow, a deep scowl on your face. you begrudgingly sat up making eren grin, “yeah that’s what i thought, go freshen up real quick i’ll roll another one while you’re gone.” you let out a dramatic sigh before making your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face.

when you walked back into the room eren was laid up on the bed, little o shaped clouds of smoke flying into the air. “turn on some music,” he grumbled and you quirked a brow waiting for him to finish his sentence with a ‘please.’ when he saw you weren’t moving the realization hit him pretty damn quick, “sorry i meant turn on some music please.” you smiled and happily complied, turning on the speaker. you put on ‘feels like summer’ by childish gambino before flopping onto the bed. “careful baby careful—almost made me ash on my chest,” he chuckled giving your ass a light smack.

“yeah yeah whatever gimme some,” you plucked the blunt from his hands and took a long hit. you maneuvered your body onto his lap, his morning wood definitely not going unnoticed. “what’s on the agenda for today babydoll,” he asked tracing his name over and over on your thigh with his index finger. you handed the blunt back over to him before speaking, “mika invited us to brunch at one, then i have my nail appointment at four, we’ll have to do some grocery shopping tonight, and then i was thinking for dinner i could make that cajun chicken alfredo you like so much.” eren was trying to listen he was really was!! but it was so damn hard when your clothed pussy was directly against his dick that was practically straining against his boxers.

“you listening to me ren?” you giggled snapping your fingers in front of his face. a lazy grin broke out on his face and he nodded, “mhm of course i’m listenin’.” the room was slowly but surely becoming boxed and the more it did the more you and eren we’re feeling the effects of the drug. “had a dream about you last night,” you hummed, leaning back, resting your hands on his muscly thighs. eren smirked, his eyes drifting to your cunt that was practically swallowing your panties. he grabbed the second blunt he had rolled and lit it, “yeah? tell me all about it mama.”

“you were eating me out…and you had those fuckin’ grills in. you were doing such a good job i think i might’ve came in my sleep from it,” you sighed dreamily thinking of how damn fine eren always looked when he had his grills in. you felt eren’s dick twitch but didn’t dare say anything, deciding to tease him a little and see how long he’d last. he handed the blunt to you, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “those grills always make you so weak in the knees don’t they?” he said giving you a lazy smirk. his rough hands trailed from your thick thighs, up your tummy, and finally to your breasts where he gave them a soft squeeze. his thumbs brushed over your nipples and you shivered, nearly dropping the blunt in the process.

you head felt like someone had yanked out your brain and replaced it with hot air bc by god all you could think about right now was eren eren eren. “you dream about me a lot?” he asked, mindlessly toying with your breasts. oh he didn’t even know the half of it. you ran your tongue over your bottom lip, nodding at his question. you were supposed to be doing the teasing, but as always eren had the upper hand and was able to turn you into mush with just a few lewd touches. he looked like a dream right now—his jade eyes were red and hooded, his hair that was usually up was down and cascaded beautifully over his broad shoulders, and he had this damn smirk on his face that was getting your panties wetter by the minute.

‘rendezvous’ by partynextdoor (a song that just so happened to be on your sex playlist) began playing, increasing the sexual tension tenfold. eren’s nonchalant façade began to crumble once of felt your wetness begin to seep into the material of his boxers. “you know if you wanna fuck all you have to do is ask, can practically feel your heartbeat on my dick,” his words made your breath hitch making him smirk for the umpteenth time. “no you…no you can’t! don’t be weird,” you pouted slapping his chest. you hadn’t even realized how turned on you actually were until you felt how uncomfortably slick your pussy had gotten.

eren slowly pulled your panties to the side and this mf actually whistled when he finally laid eyes on your soaked center. “such a pretty pussy,” he mumbled to himself running a finger through your slit. eren took one final hit of the blunt before setting it in the ashtray on the bedside table. without warning he plunged two fingers in your cunt making you gasp but as soon as they were in he pulled them right back out. he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked your essence off of them until they were clean. “i think i’m gonna let you do the work this morning,” he smiled, snapping your panties back into place. you were taken aback at his words a soft ‘huh?’ leaving your pouting lips.

“this weed got me feeling kinda lazy, use me to get off baby i know you can do it,” he gave your thigh a few soft pats and you whined. you sat up just the slightest bit to pull eren’s boxers down mid thigh, his painfully hard dick slapping against his toned stomach. it was a struggle to get your panties off without fully standing up but you managed, and as soon as they were off you began grinding your pussy up and down his dick. each time his mushroom tip nudged against your clit you let out a little mewl that was music to eren’s ears. “goddamn babydoll haven’t even put it in yet and you’re already making my dick wet as fuck,” he groaned, digging his fingers into the plush of your thighs. your slick had his dick glistening in sunlight and man oh man was it a sight to see.

you didn’t even care that he wasn’t inside you yet, all you could focus on was how hard n warm his dick was. “you already gonna cum? hm?” eren breathlessly chuckled and you replied with a weak ‘uh huh.’ one side of eren wanted to take charge so bad and just fuck you silly, but the other part of him was loving how you were taking the lead and becoming so so consumed in the pleasure you were getting just from grinding on his dick.

within minutes you were cumming on his dick with a pathetic whimper, your hands slamming onto his chest so you were able to ride out your orgasm for as long as possible. you were incredibly sensitive in that moment thanks to the two blunts you previously smoked, but that didn’t stop you from wrapping your hand around eren’s dick, using your cum as a lubricant to slowly jerk him off. “just…just need a minute to regroup,” you breathlessly giggled, flicking your wrist a tad faster. eren groaned quietly, his eyes fluttering shut. “take all the time you need baby i’m—s-shit, i’m content as can be right now,” and he really was!! he had gods most beautiful creation taking care of him how could he not be loving life right now??

“‘kay think i’m ready,” you whispered to yourself before moving your body up until his tip was at your entrance. you slowly lowered yourself down, whining at the stretch. it rlly didn’t matter how many times you and eren had fucked you just couldn’t quite get used to the stinging stretch from that first push in. you finally bottomed out and eren’s hands wasted no time finding purchase on your hips. you felt so full.

“feels s’good ren,” you mewled, slowly moving your hips up and down. you pressed your lips to his in a needy kiss which he happily returned, shoving his tongue in your mouth in the process. “i know baby i know. feel so fuckin’ good—like heaven i swear you feel like heaven,” he grunted, bucking his hips up. you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, giving it a few soft nibbles. ‘so cute’ he thought to himself as you suckled on his lip. he brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing lazy circles onto the throbbing nub. “keep doin’ that m’gonna cum again,” your voice was becoming slurred as your second orgasm of the day was approaching.

you buried your face in eren’s neck letting out little chants of his name as your orgasm washed over you. your mind was so fuzzy the only thing keeping you grounded was the smell of eren’s pine scented body wash. “come back to me baby it’s okay i got you,” he murmured in your ear, stroking your back gently. “want…want some more but i can’t do it, need you to take control please,” you whimpered, twirling your fingers in the silky soft strands of his hair.

eren pressed a kiss to the side of your head and wrapped his strong arms around your back before bucking his hips up. usually his pace would be fast and unforgiving, but he knew you had plans for the day and didn’t want to make you completely fucked out. “yeah jus’ like that baby…love the way you fuck me,” your honey smooth voice moaned directly into his ear. oh how eren loved the praise. eren glanced at the alarm clock on your side of the bed:

10:37 AM

as much as he wanted to savor this moment he knew you’d need at least a thirty minute breather to regroup from the sex, and then it would take you about a good hour to get ready for brunch so unfortunately he had to make this quick. his thrusts picked up and you squealed from how hard his dick was bumping into your pressure point. yeah you’d definitely need a pretty long break afterwards. you removed your face from his neck and after what felt like an eternity eren was able to see your gorgeous semi-fucked out face. you couldn’t help the little droplet of drool that escaped from your kiss swollen lips—he was fucking you that good.

“c’mon renny gimme that nut i need it,” you pouted, squishing his cheeks together and giving him a sloppy kiss. eren moaned into your mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. “m’gonna give it to you don’t worry—f-fuck gonna…gonna fill that pretty pussy up,” he practically growled, giving you a harsh smack on your ass.

“gonna fill you up so full you’re gonna feel me in your tummy all—”

thrust

“fucking”

thrust

“day”

really really hard thrust

“oh shit!” you cried, unintentionally biting down pretty hard on eren’s poor bottom lip. the mix of pain and pleasure had eren’s eyes rolling as he finally came inside you with a deep groan. you weren’t too far behind, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. eren stilled his movements completely but kept your body in an iron grip against his. he hadn’t even realized your head had found purchase once again nuzzled into his neck until he heard little sniffles. worry began to coarse through his veins as he lifted your head from his neck, inspecting your face with his brows furrowed.

“what’s wrong? what happened? did i hurt you? why are you crying? talk to me please,” questions were coming out of his mouth left and right making you giggle. “wha-what? why are you laughing?” the smallest pout was settling on his lips and you internally cooed at how cute he was being. you cradled his jaw in your hands, giving his nose a soft kiss. “m’fine ren it was just a little intense, that shit is strong,” you laughed again, referring to the two roaches in the ashtray. eren let out a tiny sigh of relief after hearing you were okay, a small smile now making its way onto his lips. “damn you bit my lip kinda hard huh?” he chuckled, sweeping his tongue over his bottom lip and tasted the faintest bit of something metallic.

“m’sorry baby,” you frowned giving his lips three kisses. you slowly lifted yourself off of him making you both groan in unison. “i should probably go shower—don’t wanna be late,” you sighed, sitting up, careful not to let eren see the wince on your face. although eren was tough as nails, seeing you in any kind of pain after sex absolutely broke him.

eren sat up as well and followed you to the bathroom, his eyes drifting to the cum that slowly made its way down your thigh. “didn’t you already shower while i was sleep?” you quirked an eyebrow as steam began to fill the room. eren wrapped his arms around you from behind, giving your neck a sweet kiss, “i did but i certainly don’t mind taking another one with you.” you felt something hard poke at your back and it was all starting to make sense. “really eren? really? we just got done not even ten minutes ago,” you giggled breaking out of his hold. eren licked his lips as he examined your naked body, “s’not my fault ole boy likes you so much.”

“yeah whatever horndog.”

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[hmmarble]

HMMARBLEDESİGN - DRAGON+ (2)

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[luvyeni]

10 DAYS TO FALL IN LOVE — chapter 8. jays party !

word count. 0.8k+ content warning. drug usage, mentions of alcohol, angst, jake is lowkey dumb

You sat in your seat legs folded — jumi in your lap as you typed away at your computer trying to finish the essay. You sighed, stretching as jumi began to meow. “You hungry baby?” you picked her up, sitting her on the floor. “Let’s go get you some food.” You stood up, walking out the room, your cat following behind.

“Here you go girl.” You sat her bowl down, giving her a head pat — your phone began to ring. “Okay baby eat your food.” You made your way back to your room.

You assumed it was heeseung because he was  a supposed to call — and you definitely kept looking at your phone, but you lowkey frown when you realize it was his number. “what do you want sunoo.”

“Now why are you answering the phone like that?” He said before you heard hanni in the back muttering something about it not being the time. “dumbass.” You heard her say much clearer showing that she now had the phone. “we need you to come get us, your car is out the shop right?” Your friend said — you had forgotten all about your car since heeseung started driving you. “yeah.”

“Well then hurry, jungwon was our designated driver, but dumbass went and got himself drunk.” Sunoo shouted over the music. “okay here I come, make sure he’s okay.”

You search for your keys, grabbing your shoes, before making your way to your parking garage to your car to go save your friends.

You knew where jay lived, and the drive wasn’t far so you got there quickly, jumping out of the car to go find them. “yn!” you heard hanni’s voice, you turned and they were running over to you. “we lost him.”

“You what?” you shouted. “we were waiting and he complained about going to the bathroom, so we let him.” The girl explained. “and now he’s somewhere in the house.” you didn’t plan on going into the house, but it looks like you were now. “Im gonna kill him when I find him.”

You all make your way into the house , splitting up to find your friend. Making your way into the kitchen to see if was in there. “yn?” you turned thinking it was jungwon, your face dropping once you saw who it was. “Leave me alone jake.” He looked you up and down at your outfits — you definitely weren’t dressed for a party. “nice sweatpants, your tank top doesn’t match that.”

“Have you seen jungwon?” you asked. “who?” he questioned, you were about to ask him again when you finally saw his eyes — he was high, so there was no way you were getting anything out of him. “nothing move.” You pushed him out the way. “wait , he's over there.” He pointed. “That’s where I seen him with her.”

Thinking he was talking about jungwon you follow his instructions, making your way through the crowd. “jungwon.” You called out — someone bumping into you. “im sorry– yn?” you recognized the voice immediately. “heeseung?”

There he stood, a girl sitting next to him — he immediately dropped her hand. “what are you doing here.” He asked, you looked in between them, and you weren’t stupid. “I could ask the same about you, when jake told me he was over here i thought he was talking about jungwon.” You said. "Jake told you where i was?" he stared at you about to open his mouth when you finally noticed how he was acting and he could barely stand up.

“You’re high.” You scoffed. “aren’t you?” he didn’t say anything. “right, goodbye heeseung.” You went to turn away but he grabbed your hand. “wait yn.” You snatched your hand away. “let me explain.”

“explain what, that you lied to me, told me you weren’t coming here, told me you weren’t gonna get high, that you weren’t hooking up with other girls, made me fall for this bullshit, that you actually changed.” You felt yourself getting upset. “don’t be so dramatic yn.”

“don’t be dramatic?” You questioned. “fucking asshole.” You scoffed. “yeah it’s not a big deal, you knew how I was.” He said. “yeah but you’d promise to change.” He shrugged. “well, who’s fault is that, that you believed me, did I change back then?”

You didn’t even want to fight, he wasn’t even sober so you’d just get no here. “you’re right , that was my mistake.” You said , just as hanni came over. “we found jungwon.” She asset the situation, frowning. “yn?”

“let’s get jungwon and get out of here.” You grabbed her arm , dragging her away. “yn— I don’t want to talk about it.”

You both found jungwon and sunoo outside , jungwon crouched down groaning. “yn!” he shouted once he saw you. “you’re here!” he drunkenly wrapped his arms around you. “oh?” he grabbed your face. “why do you look so upset?” he slurred. “don’t be upset.” He stumbled. “get in the car.” You ignored what he said, helping hum in the car.

The drive to the boys dorm was silent until sunoo spoke up. “what’s wrong yn?” You gripped the steering wheel. “nothing.” You said, he turned to hanni, who just shook her head and it  continued to stay silent until they made it home.

You dropped hanni off at her dorm who sat in the front seat almost scared to say something. “he’s an asshole.” She said as you pulled up. “yeah.��� Was all you said. “fuck him.” She opened the door. “yeah.”

She quickly touched your arm comforting you, getting out the car. “drive safely.” She waved you off, as you drove away.

You felt the tears streaming down your face as you drove back to your dorms, you hated him so much right now, you hated the fact that you allowed him back into your life just to hurt you again.

You hated that this time you actually fell in love with him.

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[surielstea]

Washing Warriors

Pairing: Cassian x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader washes Cassian and he returns the favor

Warnings: Suggestiveness | Groping | handsy Cassian | pet name usage (sweetheart)

2.2k words

The house was eerily silent, and knowing my mate that could never be good. After I realized the silence it nagged at me despite my want to enjoy the peace with a nice book in my hands. Though every creak and croak of the house now distracted me and I found myself rereading entire pages.

Eventually I grew beyond fed up and closed my book, not bothering to mark it when I'll have to go back later anyways. I exhale deeply and place my book on the armrest before getting up, expecting to return to the comfortable chair soon.

"Cassian!" I call up the stairs but I earn no reply. A frown forms on my lips and I begin the ascent. Once going through the hall I peer through every open door. The general was never one for closed doors, enjoyed the open space he always told me. Meaning if any of them were closed he most likely didn't want to be bothered.

I spied into my office which was the last remaining open door before our bedroom. But alas he wasn't in there. I click my tongue on the roof of my mouth and enter our shared bedroom. Starlight seeped past the sheer curtains, the full moon illuminating the entirety of the room. The bed still clean and made from this morning, untouched. I notice the armoire door cracked open and walk over to it, shutting it with a click.

A dim light beams from the alcove leading to the master bathroom. The tenseness in my expression relaxes when I round the corner of the nook and find the bathing chambers entrance wide open. Not one for closed doors at all.

I spot my mate in the bath, quietly running water down his arm and watching as it dripped from his finger tips. His large back was faced to me, broad shoulders and rippling muscle along with so many scars. His hair was down, cascading only a few inches below his neck.

"You're staring, sweetheart." Cassian hummed, his baritone voice startling me out of my stupor. "Sorry." I twist on my heel and go to leave. He turns his head to look back at me. "Sweetheart!" He calls before I can leave fully. I catch myself on the corner of the wall and peek my head back in. "What is it?" I ask dumbly, his eyes somehow beckon me closer and I find my feet following his silent command.

It wasn't long before I was standing beside the edge of the basin and he was staring up at me, looking like a lost puppy dog. "Can you wash my wings?" He asked sweetly and I rolled my eyes. "Can't you do it with magic?" I tease. "I prefer your hands." He shrugs. "You've had me training all day," I sit on the edge of the tub. "I'm tired." I huff, blaming his laborious tasks on his own demise. "You won't be as sore tomorrow if you get in the hot water." He argues with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Please." He places a wet hand onto my dry one and gives it a soft squeeze, the gentleness of his touch so hypocritical to the coarse callousness marring him. The same roughness I loved so much. He stared up at me like a goddess and I was his only salvation, like nothing else mattered and it was only me and him. He knew what he was doing. "Cass." And he knew it was working. A smile curves his lips because it's evident in my voice that he's got me hooked.

"If you don't I'll splash you." He warns and I gasp dramatically. "Making threats now are we?" I stand back up and he nods cheekily, his sharp canines digging into his lower lip. He shamelessly stares as I strip my night gown off, exposing myself entirely. His vision make direct contact with my breasts and I roll my eyes. I grab his hand and slide my hairband from his wrist that was probably holding his own hair up today. I step into the water while tying my hair up in order not to get it wet. His gaze trails from my breasts up to the exposure of my neck, to my hair that I rarely ever had tied back.

I groan as the hot water wraps around my muscles, coming up to my chest as steam surrounds the both of us. A smirk curves his lips as he stares at me and I sigh, leaning closer then pressing a loving kiss to his smile. "Turn around." I instruct and a bright smile spreads over his lips. "Thank you sweetheart." He hums happily as I detach from his lips and he swivels so his back faces me. "Training better be easier tomorrow as my reward." I demand, wetting my hands in the warm water.

"I was thinking something different for a reward." He intones as I pour a hefty dollop of soap made especially for Illyrian wings onto my palm. I flush at the insinuation. "I expect that too." I say as if he doesn't already 'reward' me with that every time I ask for it.

"Just don't go splashing me and we won't have any problems." I warn and a smile tugs at his lips. "You're not into waterplay then?" He taunts. "You were banned from the summer court for a reason." I giggle, beginning to pour water from a pitcher over his flared wing. "That doesn't mean we couldn't get you banned too." He taunted and I only shook my head and rolled my eyes.

Washing an Illyrians wings was an intimate and personal process, some males were so protective of them they didn't let anyone touch them, not even a healer. Cassian had always said those males were missing out. And he must've been telling the truth because here he was with his head hung back with a bright pink flush dusting his golden skin, a groan occasionally slipping from his sensuous lips every time my fingertips brushed over a vein or a scar.

Though the exercise of washing his wings was tedious and sensitive it was just as rewarding for me as him. He'd send the most overwhelming waves of love and adoration through the bond the entire time, as if I was feeling the pleasure myself and it urged me to go on. I didn't want the appreciation to end, something told me neither did he.

"You're too good to me." He sighed out, a gleam of sweat lining his forehead from both the heat of the water and the passion in which his skin burned as I touched him where no one else could. "Nonsense, my lord." I tease, kissing just below his ear along his jaw. "You know I hate when you call me that." He sighed and I giggle teasingly. I did in fact know that. "Apologies, General." I correct and kiss the same spot again. He grunts in reply like some sort of untamed beast and I grin wildly.

"You'd be better off not calling me that either." He advises and I continue my work on the membrane of his large wings. "Why?" I ask. He reaches back, water dripping down his impressive forearms and to his biceps that could crush my head in. His fingers intertwine with my dry hair and he guides me down so when he turns his head it's his lips on mine.

It wasn't words but it was reply enough. Calling him such a name would get me in trouble, but not the kind I feared. "Let me finish your wings before you forget we're in a bath." I back away from his mouth and he sighed in a low growling reply. I smile knowingly and he narrows his eyes on me, begrudgingly his hold released and he allows me to return to my task.

He seemed so relaxed I thought he might fall asleep before making it back onto the bed. Though I knew better then to doubt my mates stamina, I was reminded of that the hard way far too much to forget. Honestly the male might hold a world record.

I get distracted in my lewd thoughts and allow my massaging hands to dip from his wings to his shoulders, then down to his biceps where the carved muscle felt like the mother herself graced him with them. "I may need to brush up on my Illyrian anatomy, but last time I checked those weren't my wings." His voice rattles me from my dissociative state. "So because I pleasure you doesn't mean I can't indulge myself?" I ask, digging my nails into his shoulders with the slightest force. "By all means," He props his arms up on either side of me and I giggle when he purposefully flexes them.

My hands slowly move back to his wings— making sure to memorize every muscle and curve on my way there. I'm finishing the pleasurable job with a few more gentle strokes along his veins, the kind of touches that made his nails dig into his palms and his head hang low. I relish in the feelings flowing from his end of the bond to mine, pure warmth and affection. Cassian has always been a little more protective of his wings than the others, it took awhile before he allowed even me to touch them. But once I did it was something he always wanted.

I finalize my task by rinsing the large wings, pouring a steady stream of water over the backs of them. I watch as the soap dissolves and the suds slide away. "All done?" He cranes his head back to look at me from upside down. I nod enthusiastically and lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "How was work?" My voice is barely a whisper against his skin. He groaned, as if remembering the fact that he flew back from Illyria today.

"The usual." He sighs, lifting his head up and shifting away from the rim of the tub. Sensing he didn't want to talk about it I didn't push any further. "Well, my day was great." I dip back into the warm water, sitting down and allowing it to rush over my slightly cold body. "Yeah? Tell me about it." He prompts as he poured body wash from a vial into his large hands.

"Well I mostly read all day," He grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer to him and I just allow it. "And the books I'm reading are so good Cass." I smile just thinking about them, how they were exactly what I was looking for. "Do you want to tell me about them?" He asks as he lifts me up onto my knees with only one of his hands, making me rise above the water. "No," I shake my head. "These ones are just for me." I grinned, turning around. "Okay." He places a soft kiss to my bare shoulder before placing his soapy hand on my middle, then lathering all over my body with his calloused, large hands. "What'd you eat today?" He asks softly, expecting me to answer as if his rough hands weren't rubbing along the small of my back or the side of my waist. "Leftovers from dinner last night," I manage to utter as soon as I regain control of my thoughts.

"Mm, what are you thinking for dinner tonight?" His voice was as gentle as his touch, reverberating from right beside my ear. He knew exactly what he was doing and I wasn't going to fall for it. "I don't—" My breath hitched as both of his hands round my ribs and cup my breasts. "You don't what?" He prompts and his taunts makes me close my eyes. "I don't know." I confess.

I can feel him smile against the curve of my neck. He begins to knead my breasts, giving them extra care compared to my other body parts. He places soft kisses up my neck and I slowly sink down so I'm sitting on my knees, giving him access to my jaw and my ear. "Cass." My hand clamps around one of his wrists but his ministrations don't relent, his other hand beginning to circle around the hardened peak of my breast. "Sweetheart." He taunts. "Have I told you you're beautiful today?" He asks and I think back on it. Then shake my head no. "Hm, that's disappointing." He sighs then kisses my cheek. "You're beautiful." He states it with so much confidence it sounds more like a fact. "I'm naked." I correct and I can feel his smile spread along his lips. "Exactly, my beautiful wife." He says softly before pecking my cheek once more. One of his hands moves away from my breast but the other continues its movements.

His rough fingers trail past my collar bone, up the column of my neck, and to my chin where he pulls my head to the side, directed towards him. "My very beautiful wife." He corrects and it takes everything in me not to smile at the sappiness of it. He presses his lips against mine and I can no longer contain it, I allow the smile to spread. I shift the angle of my body to face him before wrapping my arms around his neck. "I think I'll take that reward now." I whisper against his soft lips and he nods in understanding, his hands trailing down to my hips.

[nanaminsmoon]

Could we maybe get a p2 to ‘no good’? Where we lowkey regret what happened at the party & have a stronger resolve and Connie has to grovel for forgiveness and change his ways,, after they make up, while Connie’s in it he’s upset cus how could we keep the pussy away from him for so long 🤭

so...i was never gonna go a pt.2 to this but i'm so glad you asked for this because i kinda like it more than pt.1. but~~~i hope you like it👀

pt1<33

cw: connie is real romantic in this one so there's not much to say, public fingering+dry humping, implied oral (f receiving), n word usage, connie calls reader; 'ma', and 'hermosa'(gorgeous), 'rapido' (faster/hurry up), it's weirdly kinda sad at the end lol.

wc: 3894

small jolts of pain sprung through your body, as pupils pushed at the salacious marks on your thighs, making the walk away from the bathroom a shameful one. well, that and the nut slipping out of you. both those things did nothing for the vomit inducing guilt twisting around in your stomach, permeating your stomach lining to laden your every step. you wished you had stood your ground a little more, but you gave in to connie because it was what your heart wanted. fucking him wasn’t where your regrets lay, it was with the fact that you had been a recovering addict, once again encountering the thing you were trying so hard to heal from. now, all you could was leave, and hope you’d never see connie ever again. even if it meant really cutting everyone off this time. mikasa included.

”hey girl, imma go now. but thanks for having me—”, you pulled her outside to announce your departure. and mikasa just cut you off, a dramatic frown on her face.

”y/n, you can’t go now. the party hasn’t even started yet”, her hand delicately gripped onto your wrist, trying to pull you back into the house, but your feet remained firmly placed underneath you. and she turned to see why you weren’t moving.

”i know, but i just…”, you sighed out, ”i really can’t be here if connie is here too. i just can’t.”, you shook your head, and mikasa nodded in understanding. despite not inviting him, she wasn’t surprised connie was here, but she hated that it meant you had go so soon.

”but…just five more minutes”, her hands clasped together in desperation, but your decision had long been made and there would be no changing it.

”i’d love to, but if he’s here for those five minutes then i can’t be”, was all you said to mikasa, before you turned to go find your uber home.

the few weeks after the connie-bathroom incident were, fortunately, very quiet. you didn’t see him, or any of his friends, once. and your life started to feel the same way it did before you had met him. even if any man who tried to approached you was compared to him; from dress sense, to height, to build, down to the way he spoke to you. connie was like a viral rash that refused to go away; one that implored for attention, but you knew that scratching it again would only make you break out in hives. so ignored were the thoughts that randomly popped into your mind, telling you to unblock him and ask him if he really meant those words; ’how could i not love you?’, or if they were just some ploy to lure you back into his life again. only for him to go back to his old ways, and hurt you all over again. because you were sure that’s how things would play out.

however, unbeknownst to you, connie had changed. every girl that wasn’t you, a relative, or close friend, had been deleted from his phone; instagram dms, numbers, dating apps. all of it had been erased, and a picture of you asleep in his bed had been made his lockscreen. ymir told him to manifest you back in his life, telling him: ”if you act like she’s your girlfriend, then she will be”. and, as dumb as that sounded at first, he was really clutching at straws. he just needed you, and only you, back in his life. this transformation hadn’t been a voluntary one, more so the product of a torturous snowball effect, caused by an avalanche of everything he had ever known about himself, burying him in everything that he now knew. it was the product of late nights of heavy balls placing him balls deep in some girl he had met on tinder; no matter what she did, no matter how deep in her throat his tip travelled, his balls would only empty at the thought of you underneath him. it was the product of seeing couples at his university campus, and being envious. envy quickly turned to fury at the realisation that he had once had a warm hand to hold, and he let it go because of self-sabotage and oblivion.

lockscreen changes and introspection could only get him so far, and they could only keep him sane for so long. connie just wanted you—a feat he knew was next to impossible because you had washed your hands of him completely. he was still blocked on everything, and he had no real way of contacting you…aside from showing up at your front door. but he wouldn’t do that because he deemed it creepy. unlike, showing up at your university, and waiting for you in his car. which he did for, like, 3 hours before he finally saw you.

”y/n!”, luckily for him, you hadn’t put your headphones on yet, so you heard him. the bad news was that, as soon as you saw who was calling for you, you automatically switched directions and speed walked the other way. that wouldn’t deter connie though, knowing something like this would happen, he just started driving towards you, and just drove besides where you were walking.

”y/n. y/n, listen to me. just give me a chance to explain myself”, his words fell on deaf ears as you just kept walking. taking your headphones out of your bag would mean stopping, and stopping meant that connie could just keep talking at you. so you just kept walking, and hoped that the road he was driving on would have a turn.

”hello~? i know you hear me”, connie’s head was constantly switching between facing you, and the road.

”then you should realise that i’m ignoring you.”, you finally chided. a win is a win in connie’s mind so, even if you were basically telling him to leave you alone, at least you were talking to him.

”you still haven’t unblocked me”, he said, watching you instead of the road.

”why would i?”, you refused to face him, so you just kept looking at the path ahead of you.

”i miss you”, he confessed, ”like a lot. it’s killing me actually.”, if he had said this to you a few months ago, you might forgiven him and taken him back, but things had changed.

”why’s that my problem?”,

”it’s not. but, just get in the car for a second, and let’s talk”,

”we have nothing to talk about, connie”, your pace picked up, and the path you were approaching had no road beside it, so connie just parked his car, and got out. walking behind you, he spoke,

”y/n, i just need one more chance. i meant every single word i said at mikasa’s”, your ears perked up, and so did those of the other students walking around you, ”i do love you. i do want to be better this time round, and i want to give you everything you deserve plus loads of other shit on top of that—”, connie’s spiel was cut short by you **turning around. causing him to stop dead in his tracks as you slowly walked over to him,

”you can’t park there, they’ll give you a ticket.”, you pointed behind him, and as he turned to see, you began to walk away. connie reached out to grab your arm, pulling you back to him.

”fuck the ticket. go out with me. tomorrow. i’ll plan everything, just wear something cute and show up. that’s all i ask of you. if you hate it, then we’ll never speak again”, you dropped your gaze to your hand, firmly clasped in both of his, before looking back up at connie’s face.

”we’re not meant to be speaking right now”,

”but we are.”, he lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles, ”that’s gotta mean something, right?”, your face was blank. but your true feelings were exposed when you yanked your hand from him.

”no.”, connie’s shock was written in his eyes, and it stayed there as you continued, ”i meant what i said too; we’re done. as in, finished. don’t come back here, connie”, were your last words to connie before you walked away from him. and he just stood there, watching you leave; the heaviness of his heart causing it to drop to his shoes, so he couldn’t even run after you.

it would take a while for that weight to lift, so connie just sat in that rejection for a few months. but, sick of seeing his friend constantly moping around over a girl he fucked over, ony was the one who suggested connie to try getting back with you again. he assumed that showing up somewhere like your uni, or house, was a terrible idea so he just told connie to send some flowers to your place.

”the fuck’s that gonna do?”, connie remarked in confusion.

”nigga, you put a note in the flowers.”, ony nudged him, “and be nice because you’ll probably only get one chance before she catches on it’s you and starts throwing them out without even reading the note on it”, ony had advised. so that’s what connie did, he bought you your favourite flowers, sent them to your place, and just waited.

you got them two days after he sent them, and you could already guess who they were from. but the note confirmed it, reading:

”i’m so sorry for everything. y/n, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and you deserved better than what i gave you. you don’t have to love me again, you don’t have to trust me again, you don’t even have to commit to me again. let’s just go on a date. or whatever you’d like. let’s spend some time together. if you’re down, meet me outside your apartment building at 4 tomorrow. wear something fancy<3 - c”

you mulled it over for a few seconds before walking over to your wardrobe to find something to wear. you didn’t know how the night would end, but you wanted him to spend it realising what he had lost. so you wore a dress that represented that.

connie knew he was taking a risk that could potentially make him more depressed than he was before, but that didn’t stop him from getting dressed and driving to your place. fingers moving anxiously on his steering wheel were calmed into stillness when connie saw you stood outside your apartment complex, dress blowing in the wind, as you swayed slightly looking around. it was your turn to be nervous, when you looked up to see his car. he pulled up right in front of you before getting out of the car to walk to the side you were stood at, to open your door,

”you’re beautiful, you know that?”, he gestured for you to get in the car, and his hand itched to just smack your ass. but, he was here for forgiveness, and he wouldn’t be granted it if he acted like that. so he just closed the door behind you, and walked back to the driver’s side.

”what, no compliment back? i haven’t dressed up like this in years”, connie teased, and you rolled your eyes. as much as you didn’t want to, you had to admit that connie looked really good; dressed in a black dress shirt, black dress trousers, and black dress shoes. as always, he smelled divine. but you couldn’t give in to him from the very beginning.

”you don’t look bad”, you shrugged, looking out the window. connie just laughed at you, reaching his arm across to you to flick your chin with his index finger.

“it’s been so long you can’t even compliment me right?”, he teased again, and when you moved his hand from your face, he poked your side.

”connie, stop before i make you turn this damn car around”, you threatened, but connie just let out another laugh.

”and if i don’t? then what? you’ll walk back home?”,

”if i have to, yeah”,

”okay, i’ll stop. but…it’s just ‘cause i missed you so much. i’ll chill though”, he moved his hand away from you, but he’d still be looking at you every chance he could.

”you ain’t miss me?”, he teased again, and you turned to look at him blankly before shaking your head.

the evening was nice, and the food was amazing. being in connie’s company, nothing ever felt forced, so things just progressed very smoothly. and an evening of flirtatious glances and comments, led to connie’s lips crashing into yours. with your back against his car because he couldn’t wait until you got back to your apartment. regard for your location had been left in the restaurant as your dress shifted higher on your body at the hands of the man kissing and sucking on your neck. and, honestly, connie would’ve taken you right then and there if it wasn’t for a restaurant staff member asking you guys to refrain because of other patrons.

”sorry”, connie chuckled, hands pulling your dress down before opening your door. he apologised one more time to the guy that worked there, before rushing over to his side of the car. as soon as he got in, his lips were attached to yours again, tongue entering your mouth, as his hand rested on the side of your face.

”backseat?”, he whispered into your mouth, and you had to pull back and look at him like ’really?’.

”what?”, he chuckled.

”i thought you changed, and now you want to fuck in your backseat?”, he chuckled again, before shrugging at you, ”when i look like this?”, you motioned at your dress, and he backed off you. holding his hands up in defeat, before he just started the car,

”you’re right. what was i thinking?”, he said, and you just kissed your teeth and put your seatbelt on, ”when you look this good, i need to fuck you into a mattress, not a car seat”,

you didn’t even make it to your front door before the pink fabric covering you was moving upwards again, the newfound draft hitting the cold wet patch at the front of your underwear. connie’s hands were grabbing and kneading at whatever they could, as you fumbled to unlock your door. not only were his hands busying themselves with distracting you, but his lips were fully occupied; leaving wet kisses all over your neck and jaw. these, in tandem, made your concentration levels drop dramatically, but connie wasn’t letting up,

”connie, wait”, you breathed out, and a hum of rejection rumbled on your neck.

”rapido, hermosa, i need you”, heavy breaths rolled out of connie’s mouth, to transfigure into light whimpers as connie pushed the growing tent in his dress trousers against you. because your lower half was basically fully exposed, connie had no issue wrapping his arm around you to put his hand in your thong, and rub your clit.

”connie, let me just open the door first”, your pleas were unheard, and connie’s hands kept moving. as did his hips—desparate for more of you. he could’ve gotten more of you if he just let you unlock the door, but his mind had short-circuited the first time your lips met at the restaurant car park, and he was working off pure instinct now. hopes and prayers that your neighbours wouldn’t see this plagued the small bit of your mind that wasn’t losing it. your forehead had fallen to rest on the door in front of you, as connie’s chest was pushing you into it. one of his fingers had found your entrance, as his thumb continued its task on your clit. the same could not be said for his other arm that he had placed around your center to keep you from falling over. its task had been neglected as his hand had rose to take your tit out of your dress—squeezing at it, and pinching at your nipple. you knew better than to let this man finger you in your apartment hallway, but the sounds of him sucking on your earlobe, and kissing the space behind your ears, made it very difficult for you to care anymore. so you spread your legs further apart, and just let him do whatever he wanted with you. that built courage inside connie. the hand that was on your tit moved to undo his belt, the button to his dress trousers, before finally pulling them down to his midthigh. his dick was hard enough now for him to just fuck himself against your clothed pussy—the pool of precum collecting at the front of his boxers growing quickly. the concern that one of your neighbours might hear the low moans and groans leaving your mouths grew fainter, until it was fully replaced by connie’s words in your ears,

”i need to fuck you so bad, ma. i’m about to nut in my boxers at the thought of it”, you had no response. even if you could think one up, it would’ve been stolen from you by the intense orgasm that washed over you. connie’s followed yours, and once he removed his hands from you, his tongue was swirling around his fingers.

the taste of you on his tongue drove connie wild. so, as soon as you made it into your bedroom, he was stripping you of your dress, and laying you on you back, as he ate you out like doing so would save him from eternal hellfire. obviously, you came not too long after he started, and when he came up from in between your legs, he had the biggest grin on his face. he quickly stripped himself of all his clothes, and within seconds he was knelt between your legs, stroking himself. his eyes were transfixed—like, if this man had a tail, he would’ve flown away with how hard it would’ve been wagging.

”how’re you more beautiful than i remember?”, his quiet words of admiration fell onto you, and you shrugged up at him, obviously shy.

”why so quiet? you’ve never been one to be shy with me, talk to me”, he had one hand on either side of your head as he placed light pecks on your lips, waiting for them to part so something could come out of them.

”’s just been a while”, you kept pecking his lips, and he pulled back.

”too long, ma. it’s been too long.”, he placed one final kiss on your lips, before positioning himself at your leaking hole. unlike that night at mikasa’s, connie was gentle with you because, as corny as it sounded to his own ears, he didn’t want to fuck you—he wanted to make love to you. meaning he couldn��t rush it; he would push himself into you very slowly, allowing you to adjust to him, and the way that one vein sent tingles down your spine.

he was slow with you, but he still managed to hit every spot needed to make your eyes roll into the back of their sockets. perhaps due to your history together (or the fact that this man is a slut™), connie knew what your body would react to too well. and, as a result, all it took was both of your legs over his shoulders, and a few wet kisses on your neck, for your swollen lips to produce a sweet cacophony. wherein, in between elongated mewls of his name, connie could hear a word very similar to ’love’, and that alone was enough for him to never want to look at anyone that wasn’t you ever again. regardless of gender. and, coming down from your high, you could feel that connie hadn’t cum yet—probably because he always put your pleasure first. but, you could also feel him holding back. which was very unlike him. you knew you would need to push him a little, so that’s exactly what you did,

”if-f this your pussy n-now, show m-me why”, connie froze for a second, then his body moved on its own. for the first time that night, you were presented with the connie springer you had always known. romanticism was thrown out of the window for a moment as he pushed your legs against your chest, moaning loudly at how good you felt,

”don’t know how i went so long without this, hermosa, i’m losing it right now”, even if you wanted to reply, you couldn’t because he was fucking the wind out of your lungs.

”why’d you keep doing this to me, ma?”, he said, referring to you keeping heaven on earth away from him.

”y-you d-do it to yourself-f”, your hands reached to dig into connie’s forearms; your hands were the only things that could help you, because you had been fucked void of coherent speech, and your eyes were barely focusing with how much they were rolling. you could feel yourself about to cum again, and so could connie.

”and it ain’t gonna happen ever again. trust.”, the way you twitched around him made it hard for him to keep himself together but luckily for him, all he had to do was drop one of your legs, and wrap a hand around your throat, for you to come undone underneath him. connie had been fighting holding his nut back since the second he was fully inside you, so once your walls clamped around him, he unravelled immediately. but, as soon as he could steady himself again, connie would be moving inside of you.

your hands and eyes tangled in each other, did to connie the very things that he had been running away from for years. it tickled that one spot in his chest that he had forgotten held the ability to produce sensation. it made the ducts he had tried to close up, melt open, and connie didn’t even know they could work the way they once did until his vision grew blurry and when he blinked, a saltine droplet landed on your cheek.

”fuck”, he paused to swipe his thumb against your cheek, ”sorry ‘bout that”, he muttered, and you shook your head at him. up until this point, his sincerity had been a point of contention but, unless he was a master manipulator and award winning actor, you could finally see how losing you had affected him. you hoped it would cement his change in behaviour, but the only way to confirm that would be to walk that walk with him; hand in hand, just like you were right now.

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Daemonium (teaser)

﹢﹑⟡ Daemonium → evil spirit [Latin] ﹢﹑⟡

Pairing: demon!Jung Wooyoung x female reader

Genre: supernatural!au, university!au, demon!au, crack somehow too~

Rating: nc-17

Warning: cursing, attempts of murder, descriptions of death, usage of witchcraft, suggestive

Summary: ﹢﹑⟡ Starting university and moving in with an unknown dormmate should've been stressful, not to you though. You couldn't wait to finally break free from home and live life freely. But isn't it weird that you start having near death experiences quite often after you meet your dormmate, Jung Wooyoung? ﹢﹑⟡

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“Yuyu, you can’t even pinpoint one instance when he’s tried to kill me, stop being dramatic—”

“Oh, I can’t pinpoint one instance?!” Yunho’s eyebrows angrily shot up, “How about I pinpoint a dozen then, you stupid woman!”

“I’m all ears.” I singsonged and leaned back in my chair as Yunho groaned loudly, leaning closer, as if that would make him sound less insane and make me finally agree with the way he thought things were.

“Fine,” He snapped and pressed a finger against my chest quite painfully, “you had been living with him barely for three weeks when it just so happened that there was a fire scare in your apartment, and your door was locked from the outside? Not even two weeks after that, he walked inside the bathroom while you were bathing and pushed your hairdryer into the bathtub, but thankfully it wasn’t plugged in, right?! Oh, and how about on Halloween when he dressed up as Ghostface and only chased you around and got arrested when the cops realized he had a real knife as a prop?! What about, I don’t know, when he quite literally broke a bottle and held it against your neck under the excuse that he wanted to see how you’d react ‘under pressure’?! Let’s not even mention him burning your hair when you were feet away from the stove. Or that time when the lunatic was playing around with throwing knives and almost fucking gauged your eye out with it? He’s set your favorite blanket on fire, Y/N, while you were underneath it! And you said he tried to push you into the river while you were out taking photographs for your portfolio for class—”

“Alright!” I raised my hands in defeat, sighing loudly, “I do admit it’s weird how often it happens that I’m placed in harms way whenever I’m around Wooyoung, but they are just coincidences, Yunho—”

“Coincidences my fucking ass!” Yunho hissed, cheeks and ears reddening from anger. I sighed defeated and placed my elbow on the table and then rested my chin in my palm with a pout on my lips. Yunho only cussed when he was really angry.

“Yuyu,” I poked his hand with my left hand, lightly scratching his smooth skin with my nails, “I love and you love me, and I know you worry about me because ‘you know how men are’, but Wooyoung is inoffensive, trust me. He’s odd and yeah, weird things happen around him, but I actually quite enjoy his personality. He’s a rational and down-to-earth guy, he tells me as things are and he’s quite fucking good at photography. I probably passed a few of my classes due to his help, so please, try not to think of him as a serial killer.”

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Hawkins University : The Munson Edition

AN: Hey y'all!! Just a heads up, this chapter does very briefly touch on some heavy topics, but it also has Eddie performing! Reader gets to meet the Spicy Six hehe. I hope you enjoy! Also pls remember reblogs and comments are appreciated ! I love feedback!

→ cliches: friends to lovers, heavy use of nicknames instead of Y/N, we're all just struggling college kids, Music Tutor! Eddie, Resident Assistant! Reader, good girl x bad boy, instant connections, 'I don't trust most people but I trust you', 'are we friends or more?', and 'I can't believe you're such a slut that you have a special dtf drawer...'

→ warnings: mature topics, drinking and drug usage, strong language, bullying, mental health, discussion of suicide and self harm, mature thoughts, eventual smut, minors dni

→ pairing: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

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Chapter 4 

Bug's POV 

You and Eddie slowly started connecting more, your fate becoming more and more intertwined. You had set schedule. You did work and classes during the week, sitting next to Eddie for guitar and chatting with him on your way back to your residence hall, glad he lent an ear to listen to your struggles with the current freshman class on your wing. Then on the weekend, as long as you weren’t on call, you practiced with Eddie before spending some time hanging out. 

You and Eddie usually practiced for a while before streaming a movie and eating popcorn, or heading out for dinner. You were grateful for him, comfortable in his space and around him. You couldn’t say that about many people. Plus, you had recently learned that Eddie knew Robin, another new RA in your hall who connected with you quickly over your shared anxieties and your love for people with witty personalities. You and Robin often grabbed lunch together or sat together during staff meetings, so it came as a surprise to you when you learned Eddie’s ‘Rob’ was your ‘Robin’. It made you feel that much more trusting. 

Which was a good thing, on that cold October morning, when you had just handled the worst on-call in probably the history of your hall. You had come back from dropping off the phone, your calm and cool facade fading quickly. You had run to your room, rushing to be alone. You were seated in your room, hands shaky, lip trembling as you tried breathing in and out slowly, your heart racing. You laid on the floor of your bathroom, trying to have the shock of the cold tile steady your nerves. Nothing was helping. Your mind was racing yet again. 

You handled that horribly. You should be fired. You didn’t even notice the issue. And you messed up! It’s literally all written in a simple protocol book, you idiot-

Your phone started to buzz after, showcasing the goofiest photo you had ever taken of Eddie. It was him with two fries from Mr. Frosty’s (now clearly a safe haven and special place to you both) placed over his teeth to cover them, his blinding grin covered by the almost yellow fries, two fingers pushed through his unruly curls on his head to make horns on his head. You felt your eyes water as your vision blurred. You tried to breathe in shakily, your nerves still shaken. You picked up the phone, hands trembling as you answered, trying to hide your distress. 

“Hello?”

“Hey Bug! I was just calling because Steve and I - Wait…Are you crying?”

You had tried to fight off the floodgate and stifle the sniffling, only to be met with hiccups and a runny nose, your heart racing. 

“I-N-no, I just…,” You struggled to find the words, your lips trembling and your voice coming out weak. 

You heard some shuffling from the other side of the line and Eddie’s voice began to soften. 

“It’s alright, Bug. I’m here. Somethin’ happen last night?,” Eddie asked gingerly, his usual dramatics and sarcastic wit put away for you. There was a tug at your heartstrings as you breathed out shakily and felt Eddie’s calm ease your nerves a little. You stared at the tile floor as you let yourself explain what happened. 

“I was on-call, ya know? D-Dealing with serious- well at first nothing too bad but- serious situations…I had a lot of ridiculous stuff for a bit, like people drinking or like the clear smell of weed…But then-” You felt a lump in your throat as your hands shook and your heart beat loudly in your chest. Your vision started to blur again as you struggled to get the word out. 

“It’s alright, Bug. Take your time. Or if you need a distraction, I can help with that too. I’m told I do an amazing Gollum impression, it’ll really knock your socks off,” Eddie joked lightly, still keeping his voice at a low timbre of rumbling calm. You laughed softly, some tears free falling as you sniffled and sighed. 

“I fucked up Eddie. I got this job f-for free hous-housing, sure, but I also want to help people. And I fu-fucked up-” You choked out a sob, the action shaking your whole body and leaving the wound of your failure raw as your thoughts raced again, belittling you.  

Stupid, useless…can’t even do your job right…why are you crying anyways? You’re not the one who was suffering like that resident-

Eddie softly shushed you, voice still low and soft, but stern. “Hey now. Stop that. No talking shit about my friends, alright?”  

You sobbed still, but it was less violent, your shoulders no longer shaking. You sniffled, disgusted by your nose running and your raw throat, voice still shaky and uneven. 

“Sorry. I just…I-I handled a suicide t-threat call. She w-was sobbing and surrounded by p-pills…I dissociated an-and the cops came, the-they handled it.I even forgot to call the Hall Director On Call. I w-was bar-barely helpful…I sh-should have been bet-ter,” You sobbed softly, your stomach churning at the confession and your brain swirling with those hateful thoughts again. Eddie would probably think you were a whiny brat, or a horrible worker, how could you recover-

“Bug. Stop that,” Eddie said sternly, his voice still soft and careful but full of purpose. 

You froze, hiccuping slightly. “What?” 

“You did what you were meant to, right? You called up and wrote the report and everything? You stayed?”

You sniffled, confused by how he knew protocol. It scared you a little. “Y-Yeah. Just forgot to call up. I did after, but I was left alone until the police-” 

“Then you did great. You kept someone safe and with support when they felt like they had none. Also, you are a student yourself, Bug. You’re learning. I know this is only like your 3rd on call this semester from what you’ve told me and you handled something that even people who are veterans in that job would freak out about. You did good, kid,” Eddie spoke softly, his voice filled with sincerity and admiration. You felt your heart squeeze again as your hands began to steady and your tears slowed. 

“You feelin’ better?,” Eddie inquired a few moments later, his tone still gentle and caring. 

“...Yeah. Thanks, Ed,” You sniffled softly, feeling your heart slow and your thoughts quiet. You got up, heading into your room to grab for your bowl of sour candy, recalling how Robin shared once that it helped with anxiety attacks. You ate a few pieces, focusing on the chewing as the comfortable silence continued over the line with Eddie before he suddenly broke it. 

“My precious…Are you free this Saturday?,” Eddie rasped out in a horrible and almost squeaky Gollum impression. 

In your state of sleep deprivation and delirium, you laughed the hardest you had in a while. You were glad you had found Eddie Munson. 

What Eddie had been asking you about was a ‘meet the roomie’ hang out. As in you meeting Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington. You’d heard about Steve from Eddie, mostly tales of his motherly tendencies and his obsession with his looks. You also heard of Steve from Robin very often, who complained about her ‘dingus best friend’ who ‘couldn’t hit water if he fell out of a boat’. She spoke of him in witty and insulting stories that left it clear that Robin and Steve were thick as thieves and practically siblings. 

You were standing nervously with Eddie in the arcade, the black lights making Eddie’s teeth glow a bit and his habit of wearing black having most of him hidden outside of the purple accents on his Ghost band shirt. You shuffled from foot to foot, playing nervously with the hem of your shirt, feeling your anxiety build at meeting someone new. You and Eddie meshed well despite his originally disgruntled view towards teaching you, and Robin was tagging along as well. But if Steve didn’t like you then you risked losing two friends. Eddie leaned over, his warm brown eyes darker in the dim light, the messy eyeliner and glitter he wore on his eyelids making him look even more mysterious. 

“Bug, relax. Steve is harmless. He’ll love ya, just like Rob and I do,” Eddie smiled softly, his glowing teeth making him look like the Cheshire Cat. 

“I’m fine,” You offered weakly, as Eddie cocked one brow at you, tilting his head. Eddie had repeatedly told you that he may be grumpy and dramatic, but you were an anxious mess that was an open book. You protested against it, but you knew Eddie could always read through your moods. It was like a crazy super power. 

Eddie opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by Robin heading over with who you guessed was Steve, the two of them in a heated discussion over something. 

“I swear, Steve, she comes in specifically to torture me, and-” 

“Rob, you’re being dramatic. It’s college and everyone loves coffee! How is it a crime for her to come in every day?” 

“No, dingus! I mean she purposely orders one and sits there to distract me from work!”

“Like you paid attention in the-”

“Ahem,” Eddie stated sternly, brow raised as he got Steve and Robin’s attention. 

Robin and Steve turned to you both, Steve smiling in a bashful and charming way. 

“Oh hey! You must be Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

You felt embarrassment and nervousness creep in but were reassured by a hand along the small of your back. Eddie. 

“Oh, hi! You can call me Bug, if you want. I’ve heard a lot about you too.”

“Alright alright, let’s go play some games so I can kick Harrington’s ass at pinball,” Robin chimed, a smirk clear on her face. 

“Buckley, I swear to God-” 

Robin and Steve walked away from you, leaving Eddie to chuckle as he rolled his eyes, looking down at you and grabbing your hand. 

“Let’s go, Bug.”

You and the group had a few drinks, playing everything from Dance Dance Revolution (very poorly) to pinball. You learned Steve was a worrywart, ensuring everyone drank water and paying for snacks. You also learned that Eddie seemed to be a lot louder around his friends, filling the silence and always playing the class clown. Late into the night, Robin left, leaving you and Eddie with Steve. Eddie left for a bit to head to the restroom, leaving you and Steve to both play skeeball. You were severely losing. 

“Ya know, Eddie’s been a lot less stressed and more pleasant lately,” Steve chimed casually, easily getting a ball into the center hole. 

“Really?,” You asked sheepishly, trying to keep the same calm demeanor. Your own ball hit the edge of the circle and fell to the bottom hole. So much for trying. 

“Yeah, he’s usually kind of a bit…prickly around midterms. Last year, when we were living together in a dorm, he was…not doing great,” Steve sighed, his tone soft and his expression sorrowful. 

“What happened?,” You asked softly, your heart squeezed by the idea that Eddie might have suffered his first year away from home. 

“That’s not my story to tell…But what I can say is that he’s doing a lot better. Especially since he met you.” Steve turned to look at you, expression severe. You felt your stomach twist and your heart skip a beat. Had you really had that much of an effect on Eddie? 

You opened your mouth to ask more out of Steve, curiosity gnawing at you, only for Eddie to walk up, a blinding grin on his face. 

“What’d I miss?” 

“Nothing much.”

You decided to bite your tongue and leave it be. It was better that way.

That night had been full of laughter and finally relaxing around Steve, finding him to be funny as well as surprisingly dorky for such an attractive and athletic guy. When Steve had brought up you being an ‘honorary member’ of the ‘Spicy Six’ (he said Argyle came up with the name while high, saying something about how it rhymed and they were all ‘hot shit’), he dropped in a subtle invite to Eddie’s performance the next weekend at The Hideout to meet everyone. You agreed, nervous to go see a metal show, but eager to support your friend. 

That night, after a calming shift at The Recycling Bin, you find yourself in a crowded bar, seated in a packed booth with Steve and Rob, getting introductions to the rest of the group. There was Nancy, Eddie’s second closest friend, who was a studious and kind Investigative Journalism major. Next to her was Jonathan, a quiet blond Photographic Journalism major, and his best friend, Argyle. Argyle was a laid back stoner and funny guy who seemed very genuine. You felt comfortable despite the fear you felt earlier. You were in the middle of giggling at a story that Argyle and Robin were trying to tell about Eddie tripping into the fountain at the mall (both of them clearly exaggerating the events), when you heard a screaming near the stage. You all scrambled to get up, Robin and Steve hurrying to help you reach the front. 

Once you got there, you spotted Eddie and felt the world stop. He had his hair down, smokey eyeshadow and liner making his warm brown eyes sultry. He wore a cropped tank top, his many tattoos out on display and happy trail making a special appearance. His lower half was covered in tight ripped black jeans with steel toe combat boots, a bandana in his back pocket. His biceps flexed as he held his red and black electric guitar in front of him. You felt your heart race and your palms get clammy. 

He looks like a Metal God. 

Your thighs were rubbing together slightly as he looked down at you, smirking softly before moving his guitar behind his back, squatting at the edge of the stage, so close you could nearly touch him. 

“Thanks for coming out, Bug. I’ll make it extra special, just for you,” Eddie winked at you playfully, clearly in the headspace of being a confident rockstar.

You nodded silently, too scared you’d trip over your words in front of him. 

Eddie Munson is sin itself. 

He stood up, heading over to the microphone to speak, a smirk ever present on his face. You swore you heard some women in the crowd sigh contentedly at him. 

“Heyo Hawkins! How we doin’ tonight?,” Eddie screamed into the microphone, his energy electric. 

You shouted with the crowd, feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins. 

“Now in case you fuckers don’t know, we are Corroded Coffin. That’s my man, Jeff, there on the electric guitar-” Eddie stated, pointing to who Jeff was as the man shredded some heavy chords. 

“And my man Connor on bass-” Connor then was pointed to as he also played a short phrase, the crowd cheering. 

“And last but not least, our freaky lil’ freshman, Gareth, on drums!,” Eddie shouted dramatically, pointing to the curly haired Gareth who began to hit a quick beat before hitting his cymbals. 

“We hope you fuckin’ enjoy our set! Here’s Master of Puppets!”

As the guitar solo began, the heavy music crescendoing, you couldn’t help but stare at Eddie in all his raw glory, the bright stage lights illuminating him as his fingers zipped across his frets. Your stomach churned as you felt your face heat and your mouth dry. 

Oh no.

As the music began to build, Eddie leaned into the microphone and began to sing, voice raw and coarse, yet powerful. The low timbre of his vocals led to goosebumps up your arms, your thighs squeezing together. 

You’re attracted to Eddie Munson. 

The whole set was amazing, the music thumping in your veins, Eddie’s raw vocals caressing your ears with every song, causing the adrenaline and serotonin consuming your bloodstream to grow. By the end you were a sweaty mess, your throat rubbed raw from all the screaming. Eddie had been eclectic, his stage presence both sultry and confident. You were slowly coming down from the high, wishing everyone well as they left and about to head out the door yourself when Eddie stopped you, body gleaming with sweat and cheeks pink. You tried to ignore the heat building up in your belly. 

“Bug, did you wanna hang out? I know it’s late but I don’t want you to head home alone at this hour and I rented a few movies in case you wanted to sleep over-” 

“S-Sleep over?,” You choked out, your face heating up rapidly as your throat tightened. You knew Eddie had been feeling stressed lately with midterms coming up and his clear dislike for classes within his own major, but the last thing you expected to be asked was to sleep over. 

Eddie’s face paled a bit as he looked away, seeming anxious. “N-no, I mean, yeah, but like…A friend sleepover. I just could really use some distraction and advice, to be honest.” His big brown doe eyes stared into yours, filled with uncertainty. You felt your heart soften and your resolve weaken. 

“Sure.” 

What was the harm? You and Eddie were just friends, right?

Taglist: @josephquinnsfreckles @corrodedcoffincumslut @kirisuteg0men @bebe07011 @amira0303 @vintagehellfire

[elsgooglyeyes]

those three words.

summary: you take care of ellie after she returns from a tough patrol

warnings: 2 usages of “f*ck” but other than that just pure fluff! ALSO ellie has a hard time with her feelings and admitting things pls keep that in mind...

a/n: this is litchrally my first fic i've ever written (pls be nice) but this has been my nighttime scenario for a while now, so i thought id be self-indulgent and write it, then share it with you all :)

wc: 1k

most of your evenings are spent waiting on ellie to return from patrol, but rarely do you ever have to wait this long for her. the time passes slowly as you read the old, dusted book in your hands, sitting on the couch. legs swinging off the side to the beat of the old grandfather clock. as minutes begin to feel like hours, your worry for ellie starts to creep into every crevice of your mind; reading paragraphs multiple times and accidentally skipping lines to the point where it feels like you’re reading ancient wizardry spells written for only the most talented of warlocks. while that is dramatic, it’s true.

“fuck it,” closing your book you begin to stand up when you hear the front door click open.

“els,” you breathe out, the worry washing away only to immediately return when you see the state she’s in. blood and dirt cake her entire body and face, clothes disheveled. rushing to her, you attempt to get the spaced out girl’s attention. you place both hands on her face, checking for any serious injuries.

“‘m fine babe. just some fuckin’ clickers ambushed us…” ellie mutters to you, seemingly in another world, completely out of it. whether it’s exhaustion or trauma or whatever, you’re not sure. regardless, you pull her to the couch and tell her to sit down.

“i promise i’m okay…let’s just get ready for bed,” she sighs to you but you refuse to listen to her.

“i said sit,” your sudden tone shift causes ellie to snap back to reality, slightly smirking as she sits down. “and take off your shoes.” you give her a small smile to backtrack your stern demand, and tell her to wait there as you rush to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. the adrenaline begins to wear off as the warm water washes over the cloth and your hands. blinking back the sudden tears you turn off the faucet, what if she wasn’t able to fend them off? you think. you’ve always known ellie to be able to care for herself and have the skills to take down anything and anyone, but what if one time she isn’t able to? all it takes is one time…

shaking your head you squeeze the excess water and head back to the couch. ellie was still sitting there, fidgeting with her hands, trying to get the dirt, or blood, out of her fingernails. feeling the couch dip she looks up at you, an emotion deep in her eyes that you can’t quite place.

“can i clean you up? is that okay?” you ask, receiving a curt nod in response. slowly and quietly you begin to wash off the muck on her face and hands. even though there’s no talking between the two of you, it’s not needed. the silence is comfortable.

after the final swipe you deem her cleaned up. placing the washcloth down you bring her face to look at you.

“there, all cleaned up,” you sigh, kissing her forehead “my beautiful girl.”

ellie smiles at you, bringing her hands up to hold onto your arms. ellie is always taking care of others to the point where she refuses to accept any help for herself. she doesn’t want to appear weak. however, when it comes to you, all her inhibitions disappear. she wants you to take of her, be there for her, but she would never admit it out loud. she knows she needs to fix that aspect of her, she’s still working on it, trust. nevertheless, you know deep down she needs it, whether she admits it out loud or not.

“let’s get you changed, yeah? wait here…again. don’t move!” you point at her, making it clear that you weren’t playing around. she chuckles softly and jokingly mumbles a “yes sir.”

as she waits for you to bring out fresh clothes she removes her flannel, left in just her dirty white tank top. she balls up the outer layer and throws it somewhere in the room, tomorrow’s problem, she thinks. her eyes are then caught by the dirty washcloth sitting on the floor next to her. a crease forms between her eyebrows as she thinks about you and only you, which is usually the case. you take up every aspect of her mind at all times. when on patrol she only thinks how she has to get back to you.

oh, she would love this, she thinks when seeing a flower on a walk.

god, i wish she was here, she’d make this interesting, she thinks when she’s stuck in a boring conversation with joel and tommy. 

interrupting her thoughts, you rush out with a big t-shirt and boxers for her to change into.

“thank you baby,” she takes a long pause, “i love you.” ellie says to you softly. a smile immediately creeps up onto your face, unable to hold it back. those three words haven’t been exchanged between you yet. well, you’ve said it, she hasn’t. after the time you’ve spent with ellie, you’ve realized she has a tough time with stating her feelings candidly. but, you just gave her time, knowing that’s what she needed.

“i love you, so much,” you reply giving her space to change quickly. as soon as she changes ellie has you in her arms and her lips are on yours. it’s soft and delicate, her hands cupping your face. pulling away you notice that same emotion from earlier in her eyes and realize exactly what it is, love. it’s love in her eyes.

she leads you to the bed and you fall together, cuddling into your scratchy, wool blanket. legs intertwined, you play with her hair, finding solace in the mundane moments with her, such as this. breaths synced, and just staring at each other, admiring the other’s beauty. you try to memorize her freckles, instinctively reaching up to draw constellations in them. she scrunches her nose and catches your hand to place soft kisses on your fingertips and knuckles. pulling you in closer she whispers, “i love you. i love you i love you i love you,” finally comfortable with speaking her feelings.

she kisses your face over and over again, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks. cuddling into her chest you slowly drift off to sleep to the sound of her strong heartbeat.

i love you.

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hi!! Um.. uh.. hello! Sorry--

I overlistened "He is" and THE idea hit me. Painfully haha

What if! Trezo(maybe Copia?) and s/o got high, like they feel light, nothing matters anymore, and starts making out while the song playing?

Flooooffy kissing, touches, FEELS? Maybe something more teehee

(lately i feel a little depressed, your writing makes me feel better🥺)

-🐻‍❄️

Well hopefully mine also makes you feel better! Terzo is definitely my kryptonite. I’m also apparently good at feels. As a bonus: have the song! - Death

Making out with Terzo to He Is (GN! Reader)

TW: Usage of drugs (weed).

He/they pronouns used for Terzo.

Life at the ministry did not always go smoothly. It often went very, very chaotically.

It had just been one mess after another, a never ending flood of chaos. You had finally finished chasing down the last ghoul that had ended up in the ghoul nip just before dinner. Your clothes were a mess, there were twigs in your hair and frankly you were pretty done with the whole situation.

As you sat eating your dinner, you felt the familiar mismatched gaze on you. Raising your eyes off the plate you were picking at half heartedly, you made eye contact with them.

Terzo.

Your wonderfully attentive partner. Whose eyes were filled with concern and curiosity over the state you currently were in. Tracking your retreating form as you gave up on dinner and simply went back to his room.

You had the key for good reason.

As you stripped from your torn clothes, the door gently opened then shut. A familiar pair of arms and gloved hands wrapping around your body. Holding you close and swaying with you.

“Amore…you look like you’ve had a rough day.”

Terzo murmured softly, placing a gentle kiss on your head. The tension from the chaos of the day already bleeding from your shoulders. Just his presence helping you unwind.

“You…have no idea…”

Came the heavy sigh from your lips, the man behind you frowning softly before an idea popped into his mind. Another gentle kiss being left on your head before he pulled away.

“I will be right back, la mia stella. I think I know what will help us both unwind.”

You blinked as they slipped back out the door, faintly hearing them call for you to take a bath and begin to relax. A fondly exasperated smile appearing on your lips.

He often had wild, outlandish ideas on how to get you to relax. It was that or they were sickly sweet with them. There was no in between.

As you sat in the bath picking things out of your hair, you heard him in the other room shifting things around. It sounded like they were setting something up, not that you could see past the closed door. Though it didn’t take long for him to dramatically come through the bathroom door, his album playing on the record player in the room.

A comb also in hand.

“Allow me, my dear. Let’s get you more comfortable.”

You lowered your arms as he sat on the edge of the tub, starting to comb through your hair to quickly remove more of the debris. Terzo humming softly along to his music as he set the comb aside once satisfied. Ungloved hands gently holding your cheeks to get your eyes to open.

Not that you remembered them falling closed to begin with.

A gentle smile on his painted face as he helped you out of the tub, wrapping you in a freshly warmed towel. Holding you close a moment.

Just admiring you.

Chuckling after a moment as they lead you back to the bed, softly pushing you down into the soft sheets. Blankets turned down to await you both.

“Hopefully, the earth ghouls do not mind us borrowing some of their stock.”

You sat up against the pillows after discarding the towel, looking curiously at him as you got comfortable. Watching them strip as well.

“What do you mean…borrow some of their stock? Did you raid the strawberries again-?”

The epic chase that came from the earth ghouls discovering Terzo raiding their berry plants was still a story told throughout the ministry. Said third born Papa huffing in mock offense while crawling into the bed, pulling you into his arms as he drew the blankets over you both.

“Such faith in me…not this time. I got something…a little stronger.”

They smirked as they opened a small purple box, revealing a more than healthy amount of joints. One being placed between your lips as he lit the end for you.

Which started a chain of events, the charming man stealing your lips after a hit of the joint to steal the smoke from your lungs. Each kiss getting lazier as he kept you close. Eventually both of you were laying in each other’s arms. Finishing the second joint.

A wonderful haze over your mind as Terzo’s hands roamed all over your body. As if he hadn’t already memorized every inch of your skin. Lips trailing down your neck to your chest as he sighed dreamily.

“You, my dear…shine brighter than all the stars, the moon and the sun put together…the dark lord has truly lit my life with your presence…”

You blushed lightly under his attentions, fully relaxed as their hands explored. Tracing over every so called “imperfection” you would see in the mirror as a perfect part of the person he loved. Though they kissed back up towards your lips as the music transitioned.

Smiling to themself as He Is began to play.

You smiled back up to him, reaching up to cup their cheek in your hand. The man leaning down to kiss you deeply. Holding you close as you both floated along among the stars in the drug induced state of euphoria.

Two star crossed lovers lost in your own little world, nothing else mattering but the person in your arms. His, admittedly very rough looking, paint staining your lips each time you both got locked in a kiss. Passionate kisses, dripping with love, affection and thanks for finding the other exchanged throughout the song.

Though only the dark lord himself would know what happened once Mummy Dust began to play.

~

Written by Death.

Taglist: @charlie-is-a-menace @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @randodummy @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @randominstake @callmeicaro @nuntia @dio-niisio @mamacarlyle @firefirevampire @mybotanicaldemise @emo-mess @natoncesaid @sirlsplayland @thatoddboy @lightbluuestars @strawberriiblossoms @dark-angel-is-back

[moniheartsluffy]

THICKER THAN BLOOD

PART ONE : misses on a mission!

content warning: fluff(?), profanity usage, platonic use of pet names (sunny, my girl, etc), not really proofread so beware of grammar mistakes…BLACK!FEM!READER

synopsis: the uzui’s get requested for a infiltration mission but this may be more than what they bargained for…

characters: tengen, makio, hinatsuru, and suma.

notes: this does contain some modern aspects that have been intertwined with the past of the taisho era…so just roll with it. also lowercase is intended.

[before the infiltrating the yoshiwara district]

in your eyes this was a normal day, waking up to makio yelling at suma who accidentally knocked something over or whatever happened…you were just exhausted.

‘hell, ion blame her, it’s 7 in the morning on our day off.’ you thought to yourself as you walked from out of your room to the main living room. hina was the first to notice when you walked in, makio and suma still in the midst of arguing.

“good morning [name]! hope you slept well.” she said with a small apologetic smile.

“morning hina.” you say letting out a yawn which, surprisingly, caught the attention of the other two women in the room.

“oh, good morning sunny!” suma says smiling with a pillow in her hand to block whatever makio was trying to throw at her.

“hi [name]...sorry for waking you.” makio says in an apologetic tone.

“let’s go get you some breakfast. mmkay?” hinatsuru says with her signature smile.

“yeah, sound nice. you guys should come too, i’m pretty sure you’re hungry.” i say trying to discreetly diffuse the situation going on in the living room. the four of us went into the kitchen to make breakfast. the calm atmosphere allowed my brain to fully awaken and think for a moment. i let my thoughts run wild while mixing up the dough and then realize someone was missing…

“where’s tengen?” i ask the three woman. ‘i know his supersonic hearing ass ain’t sleep.’ you thought to yourself.

“he went to meet with master. he should be back shortly.” makio stated while focusing on her task.

you hummed in satisfaction at her response, soon enough breakfast was ready and tengen eventually returned. although, he seemed a bit off but it’s tengen…nothings ever normal with him. you just decide to brush it off for now trying to focus on other morning task. it wasn’t until you finished helping makio clean the kitchen when something dawned upon you…

‘i haven’t washed my hair in three weeks fuckin round wit tengen ass.’ you thought as you excused yourself from the older woman’s presence, he thought it would be good bonding to slay demons together, honestly you thought it was a good idea but for THREE weeks straight??!! hell nah. migrating to the bathroom to start washing your hair, by the grace of god the process seemed easier than normal and you were done rather quickly.

(ah shit sum bouta happen..)

you were then sitting on the floor, in front of a mirror with various hair products spread around you. after about 45 minutes of doing 2 different hairstyles which didn’t work out, you reasoned with putting your hair in one puff and swooping your edges.

(mood asf)

walking out into the living room you find the four adults staring at you. they then motion you to come sit down so they can explain what’s going on. skeptically you do as your asked and sit down.

“please don’t tell me you pissed off shinazugawa again.”

“HUH? if i did then he had it coming!”

“can you focus on what we’re supposed to be talking to her about.”

oh right, he almost forgot. he didn’t wanna tell you but he had to, he wanted you to know, you needed to know. as he was explaining everything, himself and the wives watched as your face contorted, indicating that you wanted to make a comment, but you held your tongue in order to hear the whole story.

(why did i make that so dramatic like it’s not that serious.)

“so you’re tellin me that master wants us to infiltrate the red light district because of the girls disappearing too often..?” you say looking up at the white haired man trying to make sense of the situation.

“yes, we suspect a demon is hiding amongst them. master requested for us specifically because of our previous background.” tengen stated calmly.

he learned that infiltration missions made you nervous. the lack of info and the endless amount of ‘what if’s’, it was easier to have a foundation of what you were dealing with but you wouldn’t know until you got there. it could be one of the 12 kizuki or a demon close in power, then there was the possibility of multiple demons working together, not to mention that this could be the last mission for all of you. as you were lost in thought, you barely heard tengen calling out to you trying to retrieve an answer.

“yo..[name]!” he said damn near yelling.

“damnit. yes?” you said looking over at him.

“you in or..?” he looked at you with a seemingly blank expression.

“sure am.” you said as a toothy grin made its way onto your face.

“that’s my girl.” tengen replied with a similar grin now on his face.

this is lowkey ass but it’s been sitting in the drafts for TOO LONG!! if you (somehow) did enjoy then thanks for reading!!

[thiswasinevitableid]

Secret Santa (Vincent/Apollo)

An early christmas present to @bellafarallones2, set after the events of The Thrilling Adventures of the Green Knight

“We’re so glad you’ll be with us again!” Mrs. Williams tucks Vincent’s volunteer contract away in her desk, “you’re always very popular with the kids.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” His watch chimes 8:00 am, “I have to go to work. I’ll keep an eye out for your email come October?”

“Exactly.” She walks him to the office door with a wink “and as always, your secret is safe with us.”

The Tilden Shopping center is on the other side of town from The Bureau of Hero Oversight, and as he feared the late summer heat means some of the local villains are even more irritable. That means a traffic jam just on the edge of downtown as several members of the Pine Guard zoom past in pursuit of Baron Thorne. Vincent hopes for the villain’s sake that Indrid isn’t among them; even since he dropped a building on Duck, The Moth considers Baron Thorne his sworn enemy. 

He’s just glad that Indrid’s self-appointed sworn enemy isn’t getting out any time soon. 

 “I’m surprised you want me for this.” Vincent stares at the security screens and the one way glass that has him looking down on the cell of Apollo Cold, AKA The Flame. 

“We’re learning the hard way that we need an agent with the right temperament to deal with him. And it has to be one, so he can’t play us off each other.” Director Stern sighs, running a hand over his hair. Vincent swears that grey in it only appeared after he was promoted, which happens to be the same time Apollo was brought in. 

“Can I ask what you mean by that?”

“Even-tempered. Hard to rattle. Used to dealing with obnoxious men who think they know everything. All things that training-in starter agents prepared you for. After all, you dealt with my know-it-all self just fine.” Director Stern rests a hand on Vincent’s shoulder, “more than that, call it…call it a hunch. We’ve worked together all these, and I know the kind of man you are, Agent Capra. That’s why I trust you with this.”

“That means a lot.” Vincent smiles at him, “anything else I should know?”

“He’s got half the staff convinced he’s psychic.”

“How?” Vincent manages to not sound too alarmed

“My suspicion is a combination of prior research, cold reading, educated guesses, and luck. Indrid confirmed he’s lying, though of course he insists he developed powers after Indrid ‘deserted’ them.”  Joseph’s phone buzzes and he sighs as he takes it out, “treat him like a T.V psychic and you should be safe.”

“Understood.” 

Vincent spends an hour reading over all the information Stern left him, then decides it’s time to introduce himself. 

It’s a short staircase down, then a reinforced door–the only way in or out–to an empty, well lit room. Apollo’s cell is made of the kind of glass they use to keep tigers from eating toddlers at zoos, with no privacy save for a small bathroom, and furnished with a bed, a tablet with limited permissions, and nothing else. It’s grim, but from the notes it’s also the last resort since Apollo kept turning anything else they gave him into a weapon. 

Currently, the villain is sitting on the bed, watching Vincent approach with malevolent disinterest. 

He stands calmly in front of the cell, “Hello, Apollo. I’m Agent Vincent Capra. Director Stern has assigned me to be the agent in charge of your care.”

“And why should I care about that?”

He shrugs, “You don’t have to care. It just felt polite to introduce myself face to face.”

“That makes you braver than the rest; they all hide up in their little cave” He tilts his head towards the control room, “Not that it will help them. They’re dead men regardless of whether I know their faces.”

Two months of being imprisoned hasn’t made him any less dramatic it seems.

“Tell me” Apollo studies his nails, “does it bother you? That a ‘know-it-all’ former pupil has surpassed you?”

The usage of the exact wording unnerves him, but all he says is, “Not at all. Director Stern was a co-agent for years and we know each other well. I’m very glad for his promotion.”

“I suppose you all feel it’s better him than you, as his death for his role in this will be far worse than if he were some disposable agent.” A smile, “I’m going to turn his boyfriend into a rug while they are both still alive.”

Vincent waits for him to finish. 

A frown, “Nothing? Usually that at least earns me a wince. Maybe the old goat has something metal under all that fat after all.”

“You’re not my first villain, Apollo.” 

The younger man rises, walks to the glass as he says, “You know, you remind me of my father.”

“You killed your father.” Vincent replies calmly.

Petulance breaks the surface of Apollo’s features, “I was going to say that.”

“I’m sorry to have stepped on your toes.” Vincent turns, “if you need anything, you where I’ll be.”

Apollo certainly did, and proceeded to hurl all manner of insults at him without warning, when he wasn’t busy detailing exactly how he’d murder Vincent and everyone he loved. 

It’s been like that for a month and a half now, and they’re still no closer to working out how Apollo knows certain things. Indrid, in spite of tearing the control room apart, could not find a device or any other proof that his twin had managed to install some means of spying on them. 

But his errand this morning gave Vincent an idea. 

As he trades off with the night shift, he casually stands near a certain vent in the control room, that he was picking out a certain necklace for his niece’s birthday at a store that closed before he got off work, so he had to go ahead of time. 

Then he reads over the notes from the night (“Cold sat on bed with back to camera for two solid hours, talking to himself”), covers up the vent, and then goes down to say good morning. 

Apollo is laying on the bed, eyes closed, and Vincent is nearly turned around to let him sleep when a cool, self-satisfied voice says, “A necklace? How dull.”

“A funny thing about the necklace, Apollo” he leans closer to the glass, voice quieter, “I never bought it. I wasn’t anywhere near that store this morning.”

The villain’s eyes snap open and he turns his head toward him, “Liar.”

“Not at all. I was doing something much more secret than that. Something no one at the agency knows about”

“What kind of secrets could a ridiculous old goat like you have?” Curiosity lurks beneath dismissiveness. 

“Surely you can tell me, since you claim you can know anything about us you choose.”

A pause, then, “You were paying off a parking ticket.”

“No.”

“Seeing a mistress.”

“Not even close.”

“You’re a hitman?”

“Goodness, no.” He doesn’t hide the laugh in time. 

“Do not mock me!” Apollo is off the bed and snarling in his face in an instant, “I demand you tell me, this instant.”

“I don’t think I will. A man has to have his harmless little secrets.”

He returns to the booth, Apollo yelling curses after him. Then he clicks on the intercom and says, “I’m going to say it aloud in a moment. Then I’ll give you a last guess.”

Once he’s certain the mic is off, he stands by the vent and says, “I play Santa Clause at a mall.”

When he hits the intercom back on, Apollo pipes up, “You were shoplifting. I knew it all along.”

He shakes his head, pleased to have solved the mystery, “Not quite. But a good guess all the same.”

—-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Apollo can suffer the indignity of imprisonment. 

He can deal with the sinking feeling that his brother has, in fact, beaten him.

He can tolerate the endless sameness of his days, even laugh to himself and how pathetic that the agency thinks of this as a punishment. 

But he will not tolerate Vincent Capra keeping a secret from him. 

He’s been trying since last week to work it out, even went so far as to search “what do ordinary men keep secrets about” on his tablet, yet he’s no closer to an answer.

This morning he’s waiting, wrists cuffed through the electrified, hand-sized openings in his cell while some sniveling orderly speedily checks through his room for contraband. Vincent comes in just as the man finishes, wishing him a good morning before turning his attention on Apollo. 

He must have been running late today; he still has a travel mug of coffee in hand. 

“Gambling.”

A slight laugh, “Good morning to you too, Apollo. And no.” The cuffs buzz open and the holes in the cell close the instant he pulls his hands away, “I’ll be working on some reports today, but yell if you need me. Not that you have any trouble with doing that.”

He’s already turning towards the control room. Apollo does not want to lose his attention so soon; not because he cares about him–quite the contrary–but he’s not ready to go back to having his conversation options be someone who isn’t really there. 

“Bird watching?”

Vincent pauses, “No, not that either. Though I suppose it’s one of your more reasonable guesses; birders usually go places early. Though I’m not sure if there are many exciting ones in the city.”

“You could go to the waterfront. It is on a flyway.”

He should really just cut out his tongue at this point. 

“I didn’t take you for an amateur ornithologist.”

“I am not.”

Vincent sips his coffee, “What kind of bird would you be?”

“Eagle owl.” Forget his previous thought; ripping his tongue out would be more fitting. Right after he slices Vincent’s vocal cords one by one to stop him asking questions in that way that makes it so easy to answer honestly. 

“That seems fitting. I’m not sure what I might be.”

Apollo studies him, then smirks, “A grouse. Plump and grey.”

The older man touches his hair, “I’m not all grey yet. And I think I wear it well.”

“The same cannot be said for your physique. Did you just stop trying once you were surrounded by heroes and saw how pathetic you looked?”

A sigh; not upset, just disappointed, “Some day, Apollo, I hope you can find joy  in things other than insulting everyone you meet.”

He snorts, “Joy? Joy comes with triumph, with victory, with making your enemies crawl on bloodied palms for mercy you do not intend to grant. All things that are outside my reach. For now.”

“Was there really nothing else in your life that made you happy?” Confusingly, Vincent has stepped closer to the glass. 

“No. Unlike my brother, I did not need pointless amusements or people. The work was enough.”

Silence, then Vincent’s brown eyes look at him with unnerving clarity, “Apollo, have you considered that you’re so desperate to know my secret because you’re bored and unhappy without the life you had?”

His traitor of a tongue says, quietly, “I would rather rip my own fingernails out than go another day without a goal.”

In another life, such a statement would have been met with someone handing him pliers and telling him to get to it. Instead, Vincent says, “I’ll see what I can do.”

—--------------------------------------------------------------

The Christmas trees are already encroaching on Halloween decorations as Vincent makes his way through the store. It feels a little odd to be using the company credit card to buy toys, but Stern agreed that anything that kept Apollo occupied and calm was worth spending Bureau money on. Apparently he’d been refusing books on principle–what principle, Vincent cannot say–but Vincent downloaded some onto the tablet just to tide him over. When he left last night, Apollo was wholly engrossed in Guns, Germs, and Steel.

He’d kept interrupting Vincent’s work that day, which was not unusual. But this time, it was to read him passages, rather than insult him. 

When he returns to work the next morning, Apollo moves toward him excitedly before catching himself and returning to his usual disdainful expression. 

“What is in that package? Is it mine?”

“Ho, ho, ho” Vincent smiles as he slides the box into the cell. 

Apollo blinks at him. 

“Do…did you never learn about Santa Claus?” That would explain how he still hasn’t guessed Vincent’s secret.

“I know what he is. I simply do not understand why you are referencing him in September.” Apollo opens the box, removing the Gearball Brainteaser, “or why you have given me a toy.”

“It’s apparently difficult to solve.”

Apollo gives him a dismissive wave, as if shooing him away, “Child's play.”

With that, he sits on the floor and does not look up from the puzzle for several hours. When he does, it's with a triumphant smile as he shows the solved sphere to the camera.

—------------------------------------------------------------------------

Apollo is not surprised he’s dreaming of being a bird; he fell asleep after watching the live feed from the aquarium’s aviary. It is easier to let himself watch it, knowing Vincent will not mock or punish him for it. 

The last time he dreamed of being a bird, he was ripping viscera from the belly of what was either his father or brother; the face was too destroyed to say. 

This time, he is something small, a sparrow or warbler, huddling in tall grass. Without seeing it, he knows there's something hunting him. And rain is battering his feathers, he’s so cold and afraid and surely a flock is near, but if he calls for them, whatever is stalking him will pounce. 

Warm hands scoop him up, tucking him into a breast pocket of a grey coat. He knows, in that way of knowing things in dreams, that it’s Vincent who has given him this soft, safe place to nest. 

He wakes up nauseous, surely from the saccharine nature of the dream, rolls over in his blankets, and tries to pretend he’s still nestled in a pocket. 

—---------------------------------------------------------------------

It turns out the nausea was not from the dream. It was from food poisoning 

Someone at the bureau had been putting expired or otherwise tainted food into his meals. According to Vincent, they were summarily fired when Stern found out. 

It was a rather devious way of harming him, and he intends to congratulate whoever came up with it right before he boils them alive. 

He’s laying on the cold floor for relief from the fever, blanket in reach for when he gets chills, when Vincent appears at the glass. 

“Do you need more water?”

“No. I am fine. This is barely discomfort.” He closes his eyes, “I am not some, some weakling who needs soup or medicine or whatever it is people with no tolerance for suffering and frail bodies require when ill.”

“My mother always insisted on ginger ale. I still crave it when I get sick” Vincent sits down in the chair he’s taken to keeping next to the cell, then chuckles, “my fathers mother was a firm believer in putting whiskey in tea for the ill, even for children.”

“That seems like a good way to murder a child accidentally.” Apollo forces himself to roll on his side so he can see him.

“I’m the baby of the family, so by the time I came along she knew not to do it to me. My eldest sister does recall being given a hot toddy at age five that put her to sleep for most of the day.” He rests his head back against the wall. He’s wearing a white and lavender tie today, and Apollo wants to rest his own head just below the knot of it. 

He must be more delirious than he thought. 

“My father would always read to us when we got sick. The Hobbit was a favorite of mine.”

“I have read that one” Apollo sits up, “my favorite part was when the dragon pours molten gold onto the dwarves who dared enter his lair.”

Vincent looks at him with surprise, “I think we read very different books.”

“Nono, I distinctly remember the cover and the title.”

“Was that a book that was read to you, by chance?”

“By father, when we were small. It is now occurring to me that he may have made the story different to impart the correct lesson. No one puts beheadings in books for children.”

“No, there are a few in there. But I think the ending is much happier than you’ve been lead to believe.” Vincent looks down at him, “would you like me to read it to you?”

“I am not a child!”

“And that’s not an answer.”

“Yes” he grumbles, “after all, you are functionally a servant. You should wait on me when I am ill.”

Vincent indicates the tablet, and Apollo grits his teeth to keep from throwing up as he stands and passes the device through. After a few taps, Vincent pulls reading glasses from his breast pocket, and begins.

—------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Why are you humming that?” Apollo looks up from his book at Vincent. He hadn’t even realized he was humming “Silver Bells” as he filled in his paperwork. 

“I suppose I’m already in a festive mood. I know it’s barely November but I can’t help it; I love Christmas. Picking out presents, spending time with family, all the lights. Cheesy, I know.”

“Exceedingly.” Apollo says, lacking his usual venom.

“I imagine it wasn’t celebrated in Abbadon.”

“Of course not. No doubt my brother has taken up the practice all the same.”

It’s a harmless truth, so he says, “I did see that he’d already put up a tree.”

“To please his brick of a hero, one assumes.”

“He may just like it” Vincent chides gently, “you aren’t carbon copies of one another.”

“Do not be ridiculous. That muscle without a brain is the reason he’s no longer even a passable shadow of his former self. But I suppose he is clever all the same; he found a loyal, durable shield to protect him while he flits about.”

Vincent takes a deep breath before replying, “Maybe he’s just found a partner he trusts.”

“He had one.” Apollo snarls. 

“I’m not certain he’d call what you two had as trust.”

The villain scoffs, then softens, “I suppose not.” He gets up from the soft chair they’ve allowed him, padding over to Vincent, “I do envy him for what he has now.”

“That’s a hard thing to admit, isn’t it” Vincent sets his work aside to stand and face him, “I’m proud of you for being able to.”

A finger traces on the glass, “We could have such an arrangement. If you freed me.”

“Apollo, you know I’m not going to do that.”

“Why not?” The younger man raises his voice, “you like me, I can tell.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to let you loose to hurt god knows how many people.” 

“What do you care? You would be safe! You would be helping me and I, I would offer you protection. And glory.”

“Does that strike you as something I want?” 

Apollo pauses, clearly considering the question. Amber eyes flame, and Vincent knows he’s worked out the right answer and doesn’t like it. 

“Fine” He hisses, slamming a fist into the glass, “I was lying anyway, a dull old goat like you is of no use to me.”

“I’m going for the day, Apollo.” It’s a fight not to yell back, to not be upset as he wonders if any of the progress he thought he was making in connecting with the villain was all an illusion.

“Go on then! Leave! I do not care! And when I finally free myself, I won’t even bother killing you personally! You can die here with the rest of these rats like you deserve.”

With that, he stalks away, leaving Vincent to retreat to the control room.

—-------------------------------------------------

“What do you mean not here?” Apollo glares at one of the cameras feeding to the control room. 

“I mean he’s on another mission right now.” Stern says through the microphone, “and I’m not at liberty to say when he’ll return.”

“How can you send him on another mission? You know very well I am the greatest threat to the country, let alone the city.”

“Be that as it may, you’re also not the only threat here. Vincent was the right man for the assignment. There will be other agents assigned to your care in the meantime.”

“Bring Vincent back or I will-”

“Slice my face off while my family watches, yes, you’ve said as much.” The mic goes dead, and no one responds no matter how much Apollo curses at them. 

Eventually he tires of that tactic and goes to sit on the bed, back to the camera. 

“Another villain” he mutters, “if I had been an even more powerful threat, they would never send Vincent after anyone else. I would have him all to myself.”

The twin in his head replies, “And if you had never been a villain at all, you would have had the same.”

He tucks his legs to his chest. He’s not upset, he’s not, he is simply frustrated that the version of Indrid in his mind has been less cooperative of late. 

And he is not at all pleased when the real version appears the next day for his monthly visit. Still, Indrid has information and he needs it, so he steps to the glass.

“Is Vincent dead?”

“No.” Indrid replies suspiciously quickly.

“Did they have you kill him?”

“No” His twin crosses his arms, “he’s on another mission. Assuming all goes well, you will see him again.”

“Liar.”

Indrid pinches the bridge of his nose, “Apollo, we are not at Abbadon anymore. That kind of thing does not happen here.”

“Of course you think that, you are a coward and a traitor and one day you will remember what you were made for and I will laugh to learn you dismembered that hero of yours while he was still alive. And you will be all to blame for it, like old times.”

Indrid returns his snarl, the tell that the barb has lodged under his skin, “This! This is why they sent Vincent away!”

“Aha! I knew it!”

“Oh, really?” They’re toe to toe now, both acting as if the glass is not there, “you knew that your last conversation with him upset him, and that they decided it was wise to give him a break from you because no one deserves to be subjected to your company for as long as he has? And yet you think you value him enough for someone to see him as a prize to take away from you?”

“I do! He is, he is better than anyone else here! When he is nearby I do not-” He stops himself before he says something he regrets. 

Indrid leans back from the glass, “You do not feel like you are trapped.”

“Damn you and your powers to whatever pit of hell is coldest.” He looks away, “once I am free, I will give him one more chance.”

His brother removes his glasses, tiredly rubbing his eyes, “You truly think that is the part of you he likes?”

The “yes” fails to form on his tongue. He knows it is a lie. Indrid knows it too. And so there is no point to it.

“You are not the Flame anymore. That persona, that life, is behind you and it is going to stay there. Every hero and half the villains in this city will fight to keep you from it. I will die before I let you take up that mantle again.” He slots his glasses back on his face, “eventually, you are going to have to decide who you are without it.”

With that, he leaves, tossing his usual goodbye over his shoulder. 

“Indrid?”

His brother stops, but doesn’t turn to look his way.

“Do you promise he is still alive?”

“On whatever honor either of us still has, I promise he is.”

Apollo rests his forehead against the glass, relieved, “Thank you.”

Indrid turns, surprised, but says “you are welcome” all the same.

—---------------------------------------------------------------

Technically, Vincent’s mission ended a week ago, but Stern insisted he take a week of vacation before returning to work. Which is why he’s reading up on Apollo’s doings at eleven at night on Christmas Eve. 

Cold spoke to Director Stern about possible community service. 

Well that’s certainly unexpected.

Cold has begun doing remote service identifying labels for screen readers and entering data from trail cameras for public lands. 

Vincent flips forward; Apollo kept that up even after being told that they really didn’t know when Vincent would be returning to his post here. 

Cold continues engaging with staff less than previously. Interactions are neutral rather than hostile 70% of the time.

He checks the monitor, having told the agent on the night shift that she should get some dinner and he could watch Apollo for a while. The villain is on his back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. 

When Vincent steps from the control room door, bag in hand, Apollo is to the glass with impressive speed. 

“Vincent!” He reins in his excitement, “I see you have returned.”

“I sense I was missed.”

“I…yes. It turns out your company is superior to anyone else they assigned to me.” He looks at Vincent’s face, notices the bruise under his eye, and Vincent wonders if he’ll mock him for getting it or threaten the person who did it first.

“What happened?” His hand touches the glass, as if trying to examine Vincent’s injury.

“I was undercover as a butler for a young man who was trying to fashion himself into a villain. Deeply uncreative and not nearly as formidable as some people I could mention. Still, he wasn’t thrilled when he found out who I really was and there was a scuffle. I won.”

“I am glad. And I wanted to say that I am…I am” he closes his eyes and spits out, “sorry. For what I said the last time we spoke. I will do my best not to do it again.”

“Thank you for apologizing.”

Blonde hair falls into Apollo’s face as he cocks his head, “Why are you here so late?”

“Your Christmas present.” Vincent smiles, “would you like to know my secret.”

“Yes” Apollo’s eyes widen excitedly.

Vincent opens the bag, tipping it to show the red suit inside, “I’m a mall Santa for much of December. My father did it when I was growing up and I kept up the tradition.”

Apollo snickers, “You are full of surprises. Confusing, mundane surprises.”

“You won’t tell anyone, will you?” Vincent asks teasingly, “after all, it was your gift, not anyone else’s.”

The villain meets his eyes, expression softer than fresh snow and, for the first time Vincent can remember, free of machination. 

“You have my word.” He slips his hand through the gap. Vincent doesn’t bother engaging the cuffs before taking it, intending to shake it. But clever fingers curl too closely, too awkwardly for a shake, as if Apollo is afraid he might slip away. 

Vincent cups the hand between both his own, rubs a thumb along it gently as he murmurs, “Merry Christmas, Apollo.”

The villain smiles at him, warm and small, “Merry Christmas, Vincent.”

[tacticalhimbo]

if you want to hear how bad it is in florida:

democrats and republicans were on video dancing joyously to celebrate the end of the legislative session/season.

you know, the season where our government:

banned abortions starting at 6 weeks (prior to when someone knows they are pregnant), with supposed exceptions for incest/rape..m even though we have literally already seen cases where people have had to carry their effectively dead fetus to full term because the laws are vague and practicioners fear legal repercussions.

made it harder (than it already was) to sue insurance companies.

removed the requirement for training and certification in carrying a concealed firearm.

outlawed any and all gender affirming care for minors, in addition to removing insurance coverage for adults.

outlawed the use of pronouns that "do not correspond to the individual's sex assigned at birth" in public educational institutions (even with parental permission in cases of minors).

penalizes companies who consider environmental, social and governance (ESG) issues when making investment decisions. you know, caring about the environment and the lives of other people. how truly terrible (sarcastic).

created a special state guard that acts as a de facto law enforcement agency who responds to the governor. they can bear arms, make arrests, and can be mobilized for "threats to public safety” instead of only in states of emergency.

edit: hey! check it out! all y'all who called trans folk dramatic, these bills were just signed as an emergency law, meaning they are effective immediately in the state of florida:

making it illegal for a trans individual (or anybody who doesn't appear super masculine or feminine, truly) to use the "wrong bathroom". if you refuse to leave, you can be arrested and charged for it.

giving the state jurisdiction to remove children from "unsafe" environments when parents provide any gender affirmation.

making the public performance of "drag" and the usage of the wrong bathroom, especially in the presence of a minor, a serious sex crime. hm. totally not related to the last point or anything.

working to make it legal for any healthcare professional to deny care and service to anybody who does not fit their "moral and ethical" beliefs. which includes: women, bipoc, queer folk, non-christians, etc. oh! and they don't have to refer you to another care provider, either.

removing any diversity and equality presence from college campuses, meaning that even small things such as a queer club could lose the university funding from the state.

oh, and if that isn't enough, here's what seems to be on the fast track to passing within the next few months:

amending the death penalty laws to require only 8/12 jurors and to make it a recommended and/or automatic sentence for people charged with serious sex crimes.

bills that so broadly define healthcare that it would ban things like... breast cancer treatment, prostate cancer treatment, really anything that involves genitalia because "what if it involves a trans person"

rewriting textbooks in k-12 education to remove "critical race theory". you know, like mentioning the fact that rosa parks was a black woman protesting racial segregation when not moving from her seat in the bus. yes, these textbooks already exist. and yes, they put it as "because she was a woman didn't want to move".

oh! and not bills, but here are some sentiments shared in this "wonderful legislative session/season:

rep. randy fine openly called for the "eradication" of queer people on the government floor.

rep david borerro compared transitioning to suicide, stating that banning affirming care (and trans existence) would benefit everyone.

and there's even more! but yeah. no. this legislative session/season is something to celebrate. totally. 🙄

(oh, and this image is a joke. lest we forget the whistleblower's son who was swatted and arrested for posting a meme against the florida government. because how dare we express our distaste with the rampant fascism)

[siplsmktg]

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Small dustbin bags are especially useful for managing dry waste like paper, wrappers, or plastic packaging. In homes and offices, these bags help to keep the surroundings clean by ensuring that waste is contained properly and can be easily removed when needed. Additionally, their compact size makes them a preferred choice for use in areas with limited waste generation, like study rooms or personal workspaces.

Benefits of Using Garbage Plastic Bags

Using a Garbage plastic bag offers several benefits, both from a hygiene perspective and for overall convenience. Plastic garbage bags are lightweight, flexible, and water-resistant, making them ideal for carrying different types of waste, including liquids, without causing leaks or spills. Here are some advantages:

Prevents Odor: By sealing the waste inside the bag, plastic garbage bags prevent unpleasant odors from spreading in the surrounding area. This is particularly useful in kitchens and public spaces where food waste is generated.

Easy Disposal: Once full, these bags can be securely tied and removed, making the waste disposal process hassle-free. Moreover, many plastic garbage bags come with drawstring designs, adding to their convenience.

Keeps Bins Clean: Using a plastic garbage bag protects the dustbin from getting dirty, reducing the need for frequent cleaning. This is especially beneficial for wet waste, which can leave behind stubborn stains in dustbins if not properly contained.

Affordability: Plastic garbage bags are widely available and cost-effective. They are a budget-friendly solution for waste disposal, which is why they are commonly used in both households and commercial establishments.

Importance of Using the Right Garbage Bag Size

Choosing the correct garbage bag size is crucial for effective waste management. A bag that is too small for the bin can lead to overflowing waste, while a bag that is too large may be unnecessary and wasteful. For smaller bins, small dustbin bags are ideal. They fit snugly, preventing waste from spilling out, and are more economical because they are used more efficiently.

In contrast, larger bins found in public spaces or industries require bigger garbage bags. These bags must be sturdy enough to hold a significant amount of waste without tearing. Using the right size bag ensures better waste management and reduces the risk of messes or accidents during waste disposal.

Environmental Concerns and the Shift Towards Eco-Friendly Options

While plastic garbage plastic bags are widely used for their convenience, they also contribute to environmental pollution when not disposed of responsibly. As plastic waste accumulates in landfills and oceans, it poses a serious threat to wildlife and ecosystems. This has led to an increased demand for eco-friendly alternatives such as biodegradable garbage bags.

Many countries, including India, are promoting the use of biodegradable and compostable garbage bags as part of their environmental conservation efforts. These bags break down naturally and cause less harm to the environment. While they may be slightly more expensive than traditional plastic bags, their benefits for the planet make them a worthy investment for those seeking to reduce their environmental footprint.

How to Choose the Right Garbage Bag

When selecting a garbage bag, consider the following factors:

Size: Ensure that the bag fits your dustbin properly.

Material: For everyday household use, lightweight plastic or biodegradable bags are sufficient. For industrial purposes, opt for stronger, thicker bags.

Purpose: Consider the type of waste you are disposing of. Wet waste, for example, may require leak-proof bags, while dry waste can be managed with lighter options.

Environmental Impact: Opt for eco-friendly or biodegradable options if available.

By choosing the right garbage bag, you can effectively manage waste while minimizing the environmental impact.

FAQs

1. Are garbage bags recyclable?

While some types of plastic garbage bags are recyclable, it depends on the material used. Many plastic bags are made from non-recyclable materials, so it is important to check the packaging for recyclability. Biodegradable bags, on the other hand, decompose naturally and do not need to be recycled.

2. How often should I replace small dustbin bags?

Small dustbin bags should be replaced when they are full or every 2-3 days, depending on the amount of waste generated. Regular replacement prevents unpleasant odors and ensures that waste is disposed of hygienically.

3. What is the best type of garbage bag for wet waste?

For wet waste, it is best to use plastic garbage bags with leak-proof properties or biodegradable bags that are specifically designed for wet waste. These bags prevent spills and ensure that the waste is properly contained.

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Buy Wallpaper to Make Your Home a Haven

Changed Persons

Wallpaper in reality is not just a background noise; it is a projective force that can switch the very feel of an entire space. Some people may want their rooms to be cozy, other might be looking for something more sleek, while some might just want to have fun with colors. Through the use of wallpaper. Such dramatic and striking effect can be achieved from loud patterns that speak for the whole wall to the peaceful ones that offer escape from the day, the sky is the limit.

Numerous Choices

The time when wallpaper meant floral prints and out-of-trend designs is something superfluous. The market is overwhelmed by a variety of choices such as patterns, textures, and finishings that do not completely depend on the options offered by the decorators. Different types of wallpaper include:

Favorite Models: Beloved, evergreen damasks, lingerie, and bouquets that appear luxurious, lively, and contemporary are used to give the whole room a light, bright and cheerful look.

Present Day Patterns: Geometric patterns, abstract art, and full of space designs are the key factors for the trendy effect.

Roughness Wallpapers: Among these are cloth, grass as well as other textured non-flat to touch but visual to see, designs, which have become very active lately with results that are impressive.

Personalized Choices: As one does not only want to align with an inventive touch, then, custom wallpapers represent one of the ways to express a radical and personal standpoint. True design crosses the sealed-off area and recognizes the influence of helping members create the layout everyone wants.

Ease of Application

One of the biggest breakthroughs in the wallpaper industry is the development of products that make the application process simpler than ever. For example, a large proportion of wallpaper types feature a peel-and-stick backing that is easy to put on and remove without any harm to the walls. A very catchy feature of such wallpapers is the ease of use and less time and money spent for the application and the maintenance of such wallpapers. Furthermore, the conventional wallpapers with much more adhesive come with their own advantages in terms of their strength and easy installation as is possible through affordable preparation.

Durability and Maintenance

Wallpaper can be indeed highly durable and of late, there are many wallpaper models, which can be washed and do not fade easily as they are designed for the usage of such spaces. In many cases, the same lifespan for wallpapers also ensures that they are kept clean and if not create a refreshing environment that ‘s there for a moment but is not left alone.’

Creating Atmosphere

The choice of wallpaper colors defines what the room will feel like. Some of the colors include:

Relaxing Interiors: Backgrounds with sky or sea tones as well as those with a natural grain that gives area a relaxing look are excellent materials to use in bathrooms.

Energizing Spaces: Bright and vibrant colors and unusual geometric designs can turn simple spaces such as a study or playroom into places where you can feel alive and creative.

Personalization

The use of wallpapers in your home decor provides you with a chance to add your personal flair that you cannot get from paint only. The artwork is your personal selection, whether it′s a bright pizzazz or a light touch of nature, wallpapers are the platform for that. It is one of the means whereby you reveal the character of your house and make it genuinely your own.

Enhancing Architectural Features

One of the ways that wallpaper can serve as a home decor that is used to enhance the features of architectural aspects is by doing so to aesthetically please your home. A stunning wallpaper can be a focal point for any room; it can underline a niche or a particular wall in a room. It’s a flexible means to bring architectural features into the spotlight or seamlessly merge them with your entire design.

Conclusion

Purchasing wallpaper is more than just a decorating decision but also a means of making a home or a room feel more like home. This is a chance that you have been given to put your individual imprint on your living area, change the atmosphere, and bring a measure of nobility into the beauty around you. With so many choices, you can afford not to use this basic wallpapering skill and try to change your home space into a haven.

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Bathroom Remodeling in Concord: Top Trends and Tips for Homeowners

Bathroom remodeling is one of the most popular home improvement projects, and for good reason. A well-designed bathroom can enhance the comfort and functionality of your home while also increasing its value. For homeowners in Concord, staying abreast of the latest trends and understanding essential remodeling tips can lead to a successful transformation of this vital space. Here’s an overview of the top trends in bathroom remodeling, along with practical advice for homeowners looking to embark on this journey.

Current Trends in Bathroom Remodeling

1. Sustainable Materials

With an increasing awareness of environmental issues, homeowners are gravitating toward sustainable materials. From recycled tiles to low-flow fixtures, eco-friendly options not only help the planet but can also lead to cost savings on utility bills. Consider using reclaimed wood for cabinetry or bamboo for flooring. Such choices not only reduce environmental impact but also add a unique aesthetic touch to your bathroom.

2. Spa-Like Features

Creating a spa-like atmosphere is a top trend among homeowners. Features like freestanding soaking tubs, rainfall showerheads, and steam showers turn an ordinary bathroom into a personal oasis. Adding elements such as soft lighting, heated floors, and aromatherapy can enhance the relaxation experience. Incorporating natural materials and colors will further elevate this tranquil ambiance.

3. Smart Technology

The rise of smart home technology has permeated the bathroom remodeling industry. Homeowners can now integrate smart mirrors with LED lighting, digital showers with temperature control, and voice-activated faucets. These technologies not only improve convenience but also offer energy-efficient options. Smart systems can also help monitor water usage, promoting more sustainable practices.

4. Bold Colors and Patterns

Gone are the days of all-white bathrooms. Homeowners are increasingly opting for bold colors and patterns to express their personal style. From vibrant tiles to painted walls, introducing color can dramatically change the look and feel of a bathroom. Geometric patterns or vibrant wallpapers can serve as eye-catching focal points, adding character and warmth.

5. Minimalist Design

On the flip side, many homeowners prefer a minimalist approach, emphasizing simplicity and functionality. Clean lines, uncluttered spaces, and a neutral color palette create a serene environment. Wall-mounted sinks and floating vanities help maximize floor space and contribute to an airy feel. This trend is perfect for smaller bathrooms where space efficiency is crucial.

Practical Tips for Bathroom Remodeling

1. Plan and Budget

Before diving into a remodeling project, it’s essential to have a well-thought-out plan. Set a realistic budget that includes not only materials and labor but also unexpected expenses. This planning phase should include a thorough assessment of your needs, preferences, and the overall style you want to achieve. Engaging in thorough research and gathering ideas can help create a solid foundation for your project.

2. Focus on Layout

The layout of your bathroom is critical to its functionality. Consider how you use the space and whether any changes could improve its flow. For instance, relocating the toilet or shower might create a more efficient design. When reconfiguring the layout, make sure to adhere to plumbing codes and consider the placement of electrical outlets for convenience.

3. Prioritize Quality Fixtures

Investing in high-quality fixtures can make a significant difference in both aesthetics and functionality. Whether it’s faucets, sinks, or showerheads, choosing durable materials ensures that your bathroom remains beautiful and functional for years to come. Look for products that offer warranties and positive reviews to ensure you’re making a wise investment.

4. Lighting Matters

Lighting plays a crucial role in any bathroom, influencing both functionality and ambiance. Incorporate a mix of task, ambient, and accent lighting to create a well-lit and inviting space. Consider installing dimmer switches for flexibility, allowing you to adjust the brightness based on your needs. Natural light should also be maximized where possible; large windows or skylights can transform a small space and make it feel larger and more open.

5. Don’t Neglect Storage

A cluttered bathroom can detract from its beauty and functionality. Plan for adequate storage solutions, such as built-in shelves, cabinets, and drawers. Consider vertical storage options to make the most of limited space. Adding decorative baskets or bins can help keep items organized while also serving as part of the décor.

Conclusion

Bathroom remodeling in Concord offers homeowners the chance to enhance their living space significantly. By staying informed about the latest trends and following essential tips, you can create a bathroom that reflects your style while also meeting your practical needs. Whether you opt for a serene spa-like retreat, a bold and colorful statement, or a minimalist design, thoughtful planning and execution will lead to a successful remodel that enhances both the beauty and value of your home.