#it's atrociously hot and will be getting warmer

[lit-in-thy-heart]

we are blocking today lads

[ID: a hand holding a purple knitted jumper and a bottle of Soak wool wash (pineapple grove) over a large plastic container on grass filled with water and with some suds. On the edge of the container sits a white sparkly frog (Ismere) from FroogandBoog. It is horribly sunny. End ID.]

[bakuhve]

Hiii, I hope ur doing well :)

Anyway I was thinking about katsuki taking naps in hot summer days like he just Turns on the air conditioner with lights off, I think that's convenient for him, and best part of it all is you waking him up little late.

What do u think?

napping with katsuki on a hot summer day is a dream and a nightmare at the same time. just simply laying with him and feeling his presence wrapped around you is such a good feeling but at the same time you’re literally struggling to not pass out from overheating.

the AC would be turned on full blast, the lights would be turned off, and the ceiling fan would be blowing cold air onto the both of you. katsuki is definitely a person whose temperature runs warmer so when the both of you are trying to be comfortable you like it to be a little chillier in the room.

his quirk doesn’t help AT ALL. he wants to run his hands all over your body, cup your face, just feel you in any way he can but you’re deadass dripping in sweat with eyebrows furrowed. there’s a lot of physical touch in your relationship, especially when napping together, but oh god his hot palms mixed with the humid summer air is just atrocious. don’t get me wrong, you love his touch but not so much feeling like you’re trying to claw your way out of satan’s steamy armpit.

eventually, you get past the heat and fall asleep comfortably in his embrace. and when you wake up a little later than usual and turn over to see his peacefully sleeping face, you know it was all worth it.

[fernweh-writes]

Hey hi hello!! I am in love with all of your slasher content!! (I may or may not have been stalking your page all day 😂)

Could I request the slashers (especially Michael 😘) with an s/o who is constantly cold?

Thank you!!! 🎉

I live in Georgia where it’s hotter than Hades and still freeze to death. Probably cause my family keeps the thermostat set on 65… but regardless my hands and feet are always freezing and that’s on poor circulation

-Fern🌿

S/O Who Stays Cold

Michael Myers

He produces plenty of heat but is very stingy with his warmth.

Michael is not big on cuddling, or touch of any kind for that matter. So it’s very rare that he actually let’s you cuddle up to him and steal some of his warmth. Usually he only allows it when you begin to shiver because when you’re that cold you get upset easily and he doesn’t like that.

He will make you a fire in the fireplace though in an attempt to keep you warm. Sadly since he is a human space heater this does also mean the fire makes the house to hot for him to stick around. But don’t worry he’ll just go about his murder things and let you keep warm.

Seeing you asleep on the ground by the fireplace with blankets wrapped around you is enough to make him cave in. You’re asleep anyways so it’s not like you’re going to notice him carrying you upstairs and tucking you in while he wraps himself around you to keep you warm…

Bo Sinclair

“We’re in Louisiana darlin’ there ain’t no such thing as cold”

Bo doesn’t understand how you can be cold in Ambrose. The place is so hot and humid and the air in the old house ain’t all that great. Not to mention, the summers are absolutely brutal. Seeing you walk around bundled up confuses the fuck out of him.

He likes to act like you’re just playing it up for attention. “Now darlin’ if you want me to hold ya all you gotta do is ask.” But he knows that you can’t fake shivering.

At night he pulls you so close to him you’d think he was trying to keep you from escaping. As much as he enjoys holding you close it’s best to keep your cold feet off of him or else he’ll get grumpy.

Vincent Sinclair

If you stay cold then Vincent will be your favorite person ever. Living with him you will not know what cold is!

With all the candles and the fire, Vincent’s workshop is always very warm and cozy. Plus he’s more than okay with letting you bundle up in the blankets on his bed if you want to be warmer.

He’s also more than happy to lend you on of his sweaters! After all he has plenty of them, hope you don’t mind some little spots of wax on them though. Plus he thinks the way they engulf you is adorable.

Need a cuddle buddy in order to keep warm? No problem! Cuddling with Vincent is a great way to stay warm seeing as he loves having you close. If he is busy then you can always coax Jonesy onto the bed with you. Of course you have to give her attention to make her stay, but the same can be said for Vincent.

Thomas Hewitt

This man is a human heater and no one can change my mind. He is large, warm, perfect for cuddling. 100% husband material right there.

Unlike some of the other slashers he is not stingy with his warmth. Thomas adores being able to spend time with you and just hold you close to him. Keeping you warm by cuddling you is so intimate and innocent and he loves it.

Would probably enjoy the fact you stay cold. Your cold hands and feet are very appreciated by him actually. The Texas heat is atrocious and your cold skin offers him some temporary relief from the inescapable heat. Plus you get to be warm so really it’s a win win situation here.

Will also smother you with blankets when you get cold in the winter. The old house doesn’t stay heated very easily, the only source of warmth being the fire place. Luckily Thomas has less work to do in the winter, which means you can cling to him for warmth all that you want!

Brahms Heelshire

Oh you’re cold? Here take his sweater! He won’t admit that he stole yours and cuddled with it within the walls and he’s not going to give it back so you can just borrow his.

Brahms is very clingy. Like needs to be attached to your hip 24/7 clingy. So of course he’s always down to cuddle in order to keep you warm.

Might even start turning the thermostat down to get you to seek him out and hold him. That or he will start claiming that he’s cold and he always keeps you warm so it’s only fair that you do the same for him. In other words, he takes advantage of your inability to stay warm.

Brahms also likes to wrap you up in blankets and cuddle with you by the fireplace on rainy days. The rain can make the old mansion even colder than usual. Luckily for Brahms, it rains pretty often!

Billy Loomis

If you put your cold ass feet on him he’s going to be very upset. Billy will 100% make a scene if you try it, don’t test him. Especially on movie night, he can’t focus on his horror movies when your cold limbs are trying to steal his warmth.

Will lend you his comfortable warm clothes though. He may have a bunch of the same white shirts but he has some hoodies and sweatpants buried somewhere in his room. Good luck finding them though because he’s not helping.

Good luck trying to get him to cuddle with you after putting your cold hands on him. You lost that privilege when you wouldn’t keep your hands and feet to yourself. He’ll still get up and get you blankets but he complains about it the whole time.

We all know this boy loves to sneak in windows so you can expect some surprise visits at night. If you complain about being cold, he will tuck you in before he leaves so the warmth can’t escape. Billy can be sweet sometimes.

Stu Macher

Oh you’re cold? Here take his sweater! Stu loves seeing you wear his clothes, it just does something for him. He thinks they look better on you and encourages you to raid his closet whenever you please. He thinks it’s cute seeing you walk around in his clothes that pretty much swallow you whole.

This boy will buy you so many blankets! Stu likes to make forts out of them with you so to him they’re a worthy investment. Plus he knows you’ll pile multiple blankets on top of you, so they all get used.

Stu is very physically affectionate. I think it’s safe to say that touch is his love language. So you already know that he’s always down to cuddle with you to help you keep warm. Unlike Billy, he doesn’t mind your cold hands. Let him hold them to warm them up for you!

Asa Emory

He has plenty of warm clothes for you to steal. Surprisingly, he doesn’t mind if you borrow his clothes, as long as you give them back. Also just try not to take anything he plans on wearing either or he’ll get a little upset. Likes the way his clothes smell like you when you give them back.

Asa is away most of the time which means you have free reign over the thermostat in the house. Just know that as soon as Asa gets home he’s turning it back down though. It’s not like you need to keep the house 100° when he’s around.

Once Asa is comfortable with you I believe that he likes for you to be affectionate with him. He may not reciprocate the touch much, but he definitely enjoys it. So when you wrap yourself around him to steal his warmth he’s not going to complain!

Jesse Cromeans

Buys you only the highest quality of blankets to keep you warm. This includes only the best heated and weighted blankets as well. However he refuses to put a thick comforter on the bed. Why would you need one anyways, you have him?

Jesse hates that he can’t always be there. His business trips can keep him away anywhere from weeks to months at a time. But when he returns he always makes up for it and makes sure to keep you warm at night.

There isn’t any reason for you to raid his closet. After all, he buys you more clothes than you could ever want anyways. But still, he thinks it’s cute when you do and loves the way you insist his clothes are just warmer and comfier as an excuse to keep them.

[damiano-mylove]

How the members of Måneskin confess their feelings for you

GN!reader and god i love thomas *Masterlist*

Vic

Vic's big reveal wouldn't actually be that big of a reveal, honestly

It would be off-handed for sure.

The two of you would be having one of your staying in nights, drinking sweet glasses of fruity wine and eating cheap bonbons, watching a mellow film

Vic would have your hand in hers; her soft yet calloused hands, that smelt of blood orange and sandalwood hand cream

After placing a soft kiss to your knuckles to get you attention, she gave you a sweet smile

'How about a nail day tomorrow?'

She'd never been perturbed by chipped nail polish, so her offer made you chuckle a bit

'Are they really that atrocious?'

Vic's face got hot and her eyes seemed to shine in the dim lamp light of the room. She looked away subtly to the television, where her face was then occupied by bright colours. She smiled, seemingly to herself.

'The person I love deserves only the best'

Now it was your turn for your face to grow hot

There was no doubt that Vic didn't mean these words, but it was the first that she'd voiced her love for you (to you) aloud

You couldn't help but nudge her face to look back at yours, then joining your lips with her ever soft ones

This kiss was unlike any other than you had ever shared - it was as if time had paused just for the two of you to enjoy the moment fully. Even the noises from the television seemed to dim and the room got a degree warmer

Of course it was different. You were kissing the woman you loved with the knowledge that she felt the exact same way.

Thomas

For Thomas 'I love you' and 'I'm in love with you' are two completely different sentences that convey two completely different feelings

Early on, he began ending phone calls with 'ti amo', then saying those same words every time you parted ways with the beautiful man

Not too early on, of course. He didn't want to scare you away, and he never pressured you to return those words

But one night, about six months into your relationship, Thomas took you to dinner

It was an extremely nice dinner; almost too rich for either of your bloods

Thomas went with you to get your nails done, he told you to wear your nicest attire, and he seemed quite nervous in the days leading up to the dinner after he asked

You were worried he'd ask for your hand in marriage

But he didn't

Thomas took you to a very hoity toity restaurant in Rome, where all the patrons were wearing their nice pearls and extremely smart suits, where the air smelt of caviar and expensive perfumes

Dinner went very well - you got an extremely finely cooked meal, as did Thomas, and you had the best wine you'd ever had in your entire life, and the quartet that was playing seemed to know just the way to get you relaxed and happy

Just as dessert and coffee were being brought out for you two, Thomas took your hand from across the table and smiled (a smile that seemed to reach you soul and caress it)

'Y/n, I just want to say you have absolutely no obligation to accept nor to feel the same as I do' You definitely thought he was about to propose

Your heart began to race like you'd run a marathon and you tried not to think about sweaty palms, lest you summon sweaty palms

Thomas smiled, 'I'm in love with you, completely. My heart belongs to you. And my question for you, Y/n, is if you'd like...to move in with me?'

By the Jesus, that was a weight off your shoulders

You almost began crying, but your makeup was so nice tonight that you had to stop yourself. All of a sudden, you got very warm and tingly, and all you could do was nod like a fool

Thomas was worried by your reaction, thinking you were about to meltdown or something

Until you brought his fingers to your lips and kissed each one, then said, 'I'm completely in love with you as well'

Dessert was amazing

Ethan

Ethan would take the longest to actually put his love for you into words

He never thought that words would be able to do justice to his feelings for someone as wonderful as you; perhaps he would undershot and offend you, or perhaps he would overshot and scare you

Ethan saw it as a double edged sword, admitting his feelings

Of course, he took the more than words approach

When he finally came to terms with his love for you, he would become more comfortable with every aspect of his life with you by his side

He would let his hand rest on your thigh while he drove, he would tap out small rhythms on your back in the mornings when you'd lie on your stomach, he would play with and braid you hair in tiny pieces when you'd rest your head on his lap

Ethan would also do the most subtle things for you

He would open doors for you - sweeping behind them so you may go before him, he would untuck your chair for you then tuck you back in once you sat, he would notice when you were running low on something and get another for you, without even asking him to

In the end, Ethan's confession came in the night

He had thought you to be asleep and he was massaging small circles into your bicep with him thumb

Ethan would place a oft kiss to your temple and use Mr. Darcy's words, even though he thought you'd never hear his words, 'You have bewitched me body and soul. I love you.'

You didn't want to ruin the moment with some stupid remark, so you just backed into him gently and had a soft smile on your lips

His words came as no surprise, because he didn't need to say those words to make his love real, and you both knew that

Damiano

Romance was Damiano's game, there wasn't a single person alive who would dispute that

But with you, it was different

His tongue got tied, his stomach held butterflies, his heart almost hurt - this was true love, and it affected Damiano in ways no one could even conceive

The mere day Damiano discovered and labeled his feelings for you, it was like a cosmic shift

He had spent the night debating every aspect of it - wanting to be absolutely sure, not knowing if he should just tell you right away for wait, did you love him back?

The change was palpable to everyone around you, not just you

Damiano's eyes studied your ever move, as if you were just a dream that he didn't want to forget when he woke up, as if you were an angel who walked the Earth

You felt very strongly, in the exact same way for him, and you had for some time now

But Damiano's words came a few days after the shift in his behaviour

As he was dropping you off at your house, with a passionate but sweet kiss on your doorstep, Damiano held your waist tightly and close to him - holding you like a crystal glass that you'd never risk dropping but wouldn't risk squeezing to breaking

'I love you so fucking much'

His words were mumbled against your lips warmly, making a masisve smile rip across your face, and his as well

'I love you too, Dami'

After that night, the game was all over

Damiano began writing you love poems every week, and sent flowers randomly to your house, with the cards always reading 'Love, D.D'

for @grizzbbearr i hope it lives up to expectation🦦

[whaleofatjme1920]

could you please do a scenario or fic on brian totally crushing on a shy runt of their group? like i feel like he’s be a little bit of an ass just teasing them whenever they’re all just laying around the temp house to get a reaction out of the poor girl possibly ending in nsfw. whichever length you vibe more with and is easier~ dont push yourself <3

Water Bottles and Intolerable Heat

[Hoodie/Brian Thomas X GN!Reader]

[Warnings: like, none?]

[AN: no NSFW, but it's plenty flirty. 988 words to be exact.]

Brian isn’t sure why he likes you, only that he does. He sees you and his heart begins to flutter alongside the butterflies in his stomach. You make him happy, and he’s not quite sure why.

It goes against everything he’s ever believed as a proxy - to not date those in his ranks or his fold. You’re technically a runt, replacing Kate who had been considered a middle child up until this point, and that’s not enough to keep him away. In fact, you draw him in ever stronger.

Perhaps it’s your shy nature. You fold at the smallest of grins. Can’t even make eye contact with him for more than a few minutes before you’re a heated mess, giggling and smiling like a school kid.

He likes toying with you when those moments happen. He knows it’ll make heat rise to your cheeks.

“Hold the gun like this,” he says, stepping beside you.

You glance upwards for a moment and immediately feel engulfed in his tall form. “Like this?” You readjust your hands.

Brian chuckles and shakes his head, honeyed laughter bubbling up from his throat. “No, like this,” he hums, his gloved hands reaching upwards to cup yours.

You almost drop the pistol you’re working with when he touches you, your eyes averting strongly when he smiles down at you. His touch is so warm and gentle as he repositions your hands, molding it so it feels like you’re a natural. “Oh, thank you,” you say as he finally removes his hands.

“Shoot.”

You pull the trigger.

Bull’s eye!

Brian teases you whenever he gets the chance. For instance, it’s hot as all hell in the temp hour, midsummer, and the air conditioning is out. Tim refuses to get it fixed today so all the windows are open and everyone is essentially hoping for the best with the passing breeze.

“Gods this is miserable,” Kate mumbles as she fans herself with a magazine.

“D-Ditto,” Toby mutters back, sprawled out on the couch like a cat, his legs resting on Kate’s lap.

“We’ll get it fixed tomorrow,” Tim says with a small groan as he rummages through the fridge for something cold before finally settling on some iced water. Anyone want a bottle-”

A chorus of ‘yes’ reverberated throughout the room, making Tim chuckle under his breath.

“Toby,” he calls out before tossing a bottle to Toby’s waiting hand. “This one’s for Kate,” he continues, hurling over another bottle to Toby’s once again waiting hand.

Toby palms the icy bottle like liquid gold before handing it over to Kate, the both of them relaxing in the cool touch from the plastic bottles.

“Hood?”

“I’ll come get it,” Brian says as he stretches from his seat, his midriff peeking out from his shirt. He passes by you, his fingers lightly tracing the arm of your chair. “You want me to get you one too?” He asks with a small purr.

Heat rises to your cheeks at an instant. “That would be nice, thank you,” you manage to answer.

Toby glances over at you from where he lays on the couch before looking at Kate, who flashes him a knowing grin.

Brian smiles and then heads over to the fridge where he’s tossed two bottled waters from Tim. “And you’re sure we can’t call some guy out this evening?” He inquires as he begins his way back to you.

“The state of this house is atrocious, we clean first, then call some guy up,” Tim deadpans as he closes the fridge before twisting off the cap of his water bottle. He takes a long, languid sip before taking a seat in the living room.

Brian rolls his eyes with a soft giggle before finding himself at your side. “For you, darlin’,” he hums.

You take the bottle as your heart races in your chest. Did he really call you that? “Thank you,” you squeak as you finally take the bottle.

“No problem,” Brian grins. He looks over his shoulder to see Tim’s taken his original spot, a knowing smirk on his lips. Whatever. “Gonna join you over here,” he notes as he briefly heads back to the kitchen, picking one of the chairs up like it weighs nothing and setting it down beside you.

“How nice of you to join her,” Kate teasingly says, her eyes sparkling for a moment with mischief.

“Tim took my spot,” Brian replies as he sits down, lightly slouching in the chair and twisting off the cap of his water bottle.

“Y-You also j-j-just like b-being near t-them,” Toby quips, briefly moving his head up to look over at the two of you.

Brian’s lips pull upwards at the corners as his teammates add in their commentary as he rests his elbows on the arm of your chair. ‘Can you believe them? How right they are?’ He starts in what’s lovingly referred to as ‘headtalk’.

Your eyes glance over. ‘Hm?’

‘That I want to be next to you,’ he says dreamily, head tilting towards you. His hazel eyes longingly look over at you, a smirk shining on his lips. ‘You’re just so irresistible,’ he continues, watching as you grow warmer and warmer. ‘Probably raised the temperature-’

“Oh my gods, you’re gonna kill them,” Tim loudly laughs, throwing a pillow over at Brian who deflects it.

“Yeah, ease up, Casanova,” Kate giggles.

Toby points over at Kate and Tim, nonverbally saying that he agrees with them.

Brian fully looks at you. You look like you’re walking in a dream, head floating and body about to levitate. “Gonna kill them for saying the truth?” He knowingly directs towards you.

You puff your cheeks out for a moment, quickly unscrewing the cap of your water bottle, breaking its seal and gulping the cold liquid down. “Had to cool down because you’re too hot,” you mumble bashfully under your breath.

Brian’s eyes widen, a blush blooming on his cheeks.

[duskholland]

throwing a fucking fit on mob!toms dick bc you’re needy for attention and he’s making u cockwarm him and he lets you until you tire yourself out and he grabs you by the face and says now that you’re done being a brat it’s daddy’s turn and he fucking plows you oh to be a puddle for this man

+ if he makes reader go back to cockwarming when he’s done and she’s just a fucked out subby mess for him sitting on his lap full of his cum and all marked up

18+ nsfw content. extended warnings beneath the cut! I took a couple creative liberties with this one but the core ideas are still the same... I can only say... yikes.

extended warnings: this is genuinely just atrocious who gave me the right to create it. your mind, anon, truly. anyways. d/s dynamics, mean!dom!tom, one instance of mild spanking, cockwarming, unprotected mxf sex (please wrap before you tap; condoms act as barriers against STIs as well as unplanned pregnancy). he’s really mean lol.

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Maybe you brought it on yourself, but it’s not like Tom’s completely blameless, either. 

He’s been strutting around the house all day, dress shirt pushed up to his elbows, Rolex glinting off his wrist. Following behind him has been an air of confidence so pronounced it’s made you wet, subconsciously clenching your thighs together every time you find yourself in the same room as your boyfriend. The infuriating thing about Tom is that he knows he looks good - he knows just how much you like it when he wears his curls loosely like that, and how much you enjoy it when he kisses your cheek and lingers by your face long enough for his cologne to sweep over you.

He knows his effect on you, and he’s abused it all day. Teasing you, with small touches on your waist, your back. Kissing you briefly, barely letting his lips linger against yours for more than a second. Using that deep, husky voice of his. You’d tired of it quickly, growing impatient and frisky, which has led you here, to your current predicament.

You’re sitting in Tom’s lap, straddling his thighs. The two of you are alone in his office, and when you’d walked in, he’d been preoccupied with contracts and accounts. Now, his focus has shifted.

“Darling,” Tom’s voice is clipped, terse. He’s frustrated with you, that much is obvious, but he doesn’t push you away as you spend time nibbling at his neck, letting your tongue lap over his pale skin. “Y/N.”

You pull back, innocently looking up at him. “Yes, Tom?” 

Tom’s eyes are dark, glinting almost black with restrained lust. In one hand is a glistening ballpoint pen, and his other holds your waist. His expression is familiar, features carved with a blend of irritation, intrigue, and arousal.

“I told you I’m busy,” he says, accent pronounced. He gestures to his desk and the stacks of papers. “What don’t you understand about that?”

You run your hands over the front of his chest, enjoying the feeling of his warm torso against your palms.

“But I want you to pay attention to me.” You lean closer and press a wet kiss to the sharp line of Tom’s jaw, inhaling his musky scent and feeling your core clench in response. “I know you want to.”

“Not now.” His voice is firm. “Wait.”

You groan, letting your forehead drop to rest against his shoulder. Tom passes a hand over your back, stroking gently. “But-”

“You know, I don’t think I like your attitude today.” 

Biting your lip to hide the successful smile that springs to your lips, you pull away from Tom’s neck to look at him. One of his eyebrows stands higher, quirked as irritation holds fast over the rest of his face. Something has changed in his demeanour, and you know that you have gotten exactly what you want: you’ve riled him up to the point where he’ll touch you. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, rolling your hands over his shoulders. “I’m just trying to show you some affection.”

“No, you’re being a bloody brat.” 

You raise your eyebrows, letting your tongue draw across your lower lip. Tom’s holding your waist firmer now, and you inch a little nearer, gasping softly as you feel the line of his erect cock pushing up against his trousers.

“Seems as though you like it,” you point out, unhelpfully. With a grin on your face, you grind down against him, enjoying the way Tom groans in response, pleasure flickering out across his face.

“Take off your clothes.”

You swallow, the smile on your face faltering a little as you note the lack of playfulness to his tone. Tom likes being in charge, likes to be the one to call the shots, but usually, he’s warmer with you. You frown as you stand up and start to shed your clothes, wondering if, for the first time, you’ve pushed him a little too far.

“What do you want me to do?” You ask as you kick your panties aside. Tom’s back to looking at his papers, a focused expression on his face. He glances up, eyes briefly flickering out across your naked form, and he licks his lips. His nimble fingers go to his belt, and you enjoy the sound of metal ringing in the air as he undoes it.

“Come and keep my cock warm,” he asks, voice firm. “If you’re going to be a fucking brat, I may as well get something out of it.”

You swallow dryly, walking forward and folding into his lap when Tom opens up his arms. He pulls his length from his trousers, not bothering to fully take them down, and his hands pad over your bare back. He kisses your temple a few times, the warmth of his mouth reminding you that he’s still your boyfriend, he still loves you, and then he pushes your hair away from your face.

“C’mon, then,” he urges, a smirk biting at his pink lips. “Thought you wanted to feel me, hmm?”

You almost whine because he’s being so cruel to you, but both of you know that you love it when he acts like this. So you reach out and take hold of his length, sitting up a little straighter. You guide his flushed tip through your folds, spreading around the wetness that’s been pooled at your entrance all day. You take a moment to press his member against your clit, gasping softly at the arcs of pleasure that roll up your spine in response, but then his grip on your waist tightens, and you return to the task at hand. With a low moan, you slowly sink down onto Tom’s cock, feeling your walls expand as you settle there completely.

“Good girl,” he coos. Tom bottoms out and he runs a hand over your cheek, his touch soft. “Feels so warm for me, angel. So good.” Tom grabs your chin, angling your face up to look at him. His eyes are still stern, but they’re floating with appreciation too. “You’re going to stay still and hold me until you calm down, okay?” 

You nod your head, biting wordlessly at your lip. It’s hard to focus with his cock buried in you up to the hilt. Arousal courses through your veins, your cunt feeling hot and wet. Out of instinct, you clench your pelvic floor and Tom grunts. “Sorry,” you mutter, letting your forehead go back to his shoulder. You shy away in his neck, and he kisses your temple again. 

Tom returns to his work, and for the first thirty seconds, you manage to stay quiet. But then - then - he reaches for something on his desk, and his cock moves inside you, his tip brushing up against your g-spot, and you find yourself moaning. It just feels so good.

“Darling,” he murmurs. “I’m trying to concentrate.”

“Can’t help it,” you reply, moaning again when Tom moves and a different part of your cunt feels the hard veins of his cock. “I’m trying.”

“Try a bit harder, yeah? Don’t want to string this out any longer than is necessary.” 

Whatever papers Tom’s attending to, his examination of them is very thorough. You lose track of how long you sit on his cock, biting your lower lip, eyes prickling with frustrated tears. Every now and again, one of you shifts and you’re reminded of his presence deep inside you, and it just makes the burn worse. It’s the highest form of temptation, to sit there motionless, waiting on Tom’s command, and though you try to comply, you don’t quite manage to. 

You end up too fucked-up and restless to stay still. The result of this is you find yourself squirming, shifting around in his lap, clenching your walls around his cock, craving stimulation. You can hear in his exasperated sighs and grunts that Tom doesn’t like it, but it feels too good to quit.

“Right.” Tom throws his pen onto the desk. A moment later, one of his hands is in your hair, and the other goes to your chin. You squeal as he pulls you closer, taken aback by the sudden shift in pace, and Tom stares at you, hard. “I thought doing this would stop you from being a brat, but apparently I was wrong. You just couldn’t stay still, could you?” He runs his fingers over your back, hand grabbing at the curve of your bum. You gasp softly, and Tom chuckles. “Guess I’ll just need to teach you a lesson another way, hmm?”

You open your mouth to reply, only for Tom to lift you up and push you onto his desk. The cool glass burns into your back, and you cry out as he stands up, his cock falling away from your pulsing hole. It feels strange to be without him, your passage nice and acclimated to him, but it isn’t long before Tom’s pushing back into you.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, throwing your head back. Tom sets a punishing pace, pushing your legs to the sides until he’s able to pound into you, immense strength behind his thrusts as he stands by the edge of the table. Your eyes roll back into your head as you adjust to the sudden onslaught of pleasure, coming down over you in waves.

“So bloody warm,” Tom grunts. His face is flushed, eyes greedily taking in every part of your body as he fucks you relentlessly. Sounds of skin against skin fly through the room. “So wet, too, angel.” He runs his fingers roughly over your thighs, slapping one of them and causing you to cry out. “Always take me so well, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you moan. Your hands are in fists at your sides, and you wish he was closer so you could touch him properly. “Feels so good, Tom.”

Tom pounds into you, over and over again, his cock feeling so fucking good inside your tight passage that it isn’t long until you’re moaning loudly, your body shaking with anticipation. But he doesn’t go near your clit, and one look at the dark twinkle in his eyes dissuades you from asking him to. Instead, you bask in the feeling of him releasing his frustrations, moaning loudly every time the tip of his cock brushes up against your g-spot, knowing that this is probably as good as it’s going to get.

“So fucking tight,” he mutters, speaking almost to himself. He’s got a beautiful rosy blush on his cheeks, his eyes wide, and you recognise the stammering movements to his hips all too well. Tom looks up at you, licking his lips as he grins wildly. “Are you going to take me, darling?” He rasps, words falling together. “Going to let me fill you up with my cum?”

You nod, whining loudly. You can feel your climax, swirling around in the pit of your stomach, but it’s hanging out of reach. As you watch Tom’s face screw into an expression of bliss and feel his cock pulse inside you, you can’t help but pout, knowing this is all he’s going to give you, dreading the second he stops moving because you’re clinging desperately to everything he’s giving you.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Tom groans. His cum seeps into you, and you shudder at the sensation, clenching around his length as if to prolong the experience. He’s so handsome when he climaxes - face pinched into an expression of tight enjoyment, his grip on your thighs hard and unrelenting. As he starts to slow his thrusts, you groan, irritation replacing your lust as Tom stills, softening cock still lodged inside you.

“Tom,” you whine, sitting up on your elbows. You look at your boyfriend, a frown on your face. “Let me cum too,” you ask, rolling your lip into a proper pout.

He raises an eyebrow, breathless. “Are you joking?” Your hand twitches in the direction of your clit and Tom reaches out to snatch your wrist, pulling it to his mouth. He hums as he kisses the palm of your hand, eyes flickering back to the stacks of his papers. “I don’t trust that I can leave you alone and not have you stuff your fingers in your cunt,” he mutters, processing his thoughts aloud, “But I’m not done yet…”

With a mischievous grin on his face, Tom steps away from the desk, holding up a hand to tell you to stay still as he grabs a few tissues and cleans up his cock. He tucks it back into his trousers and sits down in his desk chair, beckoning you forward with a hand.

“What are you doing?” You ask, puzzled. You wince as you stand up, an enjoyable ache running through your tired body as you move towards him. You glance down and see his cum dripping down beneath your thighs, and moan at the arousing sight. 

Tom holds up two fingers and inclines his head back at his thighs. You gasp, understanding immediately what he wants.

“C’mon,” he urges. He pats his thigh with one hand and picks up the office phone with the other. “You’re going to stay here whilst I make some calls.” You slowly straddle his lap again and groan when Tom drags two fingers through your weeping slit, teasing your clit for a moment before sliding them into your tender cunt. You’re so wet, your hole a mess of your arousal and his milky cum, and you find yourself growing tearful as you feel him pump his fingers a few times. 

“Please,” you beg, burying your face in his neck. You feel more desperate than you’ve ever felt in your life - your cunt clenching around Tom’s fingers. Fat tears roll down your cheeks as he curls his digits and nudges up against your g-spot, stimulating you torturously slowly. 

“Please what?” 

Your fingers wrap around the front of Tom’s expensive designer shirt, and your tears soak the material covering his shoulders.

“Give me more.”

Tom tuts, and you feel the vibrations in his chest as he follows it up with a chuckle. A moment later, he kisses your forehead.

“Haven’t you learnt your lesson yet, love?” He coos, voice cold. “I’ll give you whatever I feel like giving you.” Tom pauses, slowly teasing your walls with his fingers. You clench desperately, but it’s not enough - it’s not enough by far. “So you’re going to keep my fingers warm, and you’re going to keep my cum inside your hot little pussy. Maybe after I’m finished my calls, I’ll let you sit on my dick again.” He chuckles. “I might even fuck you.” You whimper, your entire body shaking. “But if you think I’m seriously about to let you cum?” Tom breaks off, laughing. “Think again.”

[storiesbybea]

Toil and Trouble (wlw Wandavision smut)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Agatha Harkness

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: Smut (oral sex, fingering, kissing) & possible Wandavision spoilers (if you haven’t gotten past s1 ep6)

Summary: After Agatha’s secret witch lair collapses on them, Wanda tries to use mind control to convince her they are friends who need to work together to escape. But when Wanda accidentally triggers the wrong hormone in her brain, Agatha thinks they are a little more than friends.

A/N: I know it sounds sketchy with mind control elements, but everything in this is completely consensual! This is my first fanfiction - but not my first erotica ;)

Agatha finally had Wanda Maximoff exactly where she wanted her - tied up in her secret witch’s lair. She had been preparing for this moment for weeks: collecting the fake screams of Wanda’s children to lure her down here, casting the sound-proofing spell Wanda had activated by crossing the threshold, and preparing the runes that prevented Wanda from accessing her magic. All meticulously planned with no way of going wrong. 

“Just admit it, Wanda. I got you this time.”

Wanda spit a stray piece of hair out of her mouth and stared daggers into Agatha. 

“Never.”

“I was hoping you would say that.” Agatha cackled as dark magic collected around her hands. She waved her hands, pulled Wanda’s hands behind her back and magically restrained her. Wanda let out a cry. “Scream as much as you want,” Agatha said, “no one is going to hear you.”

“Just give me back my children,” Wanda said through gritted teeth. Agatha cackled again, louder this time. 

“Your kids aren’t here, Wanda. I collected those screams a week ago.”

“Then where are they?” 

“How should I know? I thought mothers were supposed to keep track of their children. You’re not a very good mom, are you?” 

Wanda thrashed against her restraints and shouted obscenities at Agatha, who merely smiled. 

“Someone’s a little sensitive towards other people’s perceptions of their parenting style,” Agatha quipped, “Let me help with that.” She flicked her wrist and threw Wanda against the wall. Wanda cried out in pain, then was violently dropped to the ground.

“Bet you regret mind-controlling a town with a witch like me in it, don’t you?”

Wanda regained her composure and looked directly at her captor. “My only regret is not changing your hair while you were under my control. Those highlights are atrocious.”

Agatha narrowed her eyes and levitated Wanda off the ground.

“You’re about to have one more regret,” she said. Then, she pulled Wanda toward her so forcefully that she crashed through a load-bearing pillar. In an instant, the entire cave collapsed around them. 

Wanda coughed and rubbed the dirt from her eyes. Her magical restraints were gone. Perhaps the runes had been damaged by the falling rubble as well? She decided to give it a test, focusing her energy on her right hand. A tiny circle of magic emitted from her palm. She smiled, but this was still a mere fraction of what she was normally capable of. Then, she noticed Agatha lying next to her, unconscious. There was no way out of the wreckage alone, not with her magic still mostly suppressed. But if Agatha woke up, she would undoubtedly try to destroy her again. If only Agatha didn’t know they were enemies...

Suddenly, Wanda got an idea. She gently laid her hands on Agatha’s head and focused as hard as she could. Though the connection was weak, she could feel Agatha’s brain waves shifting. Wanda found all of Agatha’s memories and went to work erasing the ones indicating they were anything less than chums. She also decided to give her an extra shot of dopamine, for good measure. Then, she gently shook Agatha’s shoulders and whispered for her to wake up.

Agatha opened her foggy eyes and turned to Wanda. 

“What happened?” she asked.

“Your lair collapsed on us.”

“What? How?” Agatha asked. Wanda bit her lip. 

“Uh, there was a big earthquake.”

Agatha scoffed and put her hand on Wanda’s forearm. “This is New Jersey, dummy. There are no huge earthquakes here!”

“That’s what I thought, too. But then one happened and now we’re stuck here.” 

Agatha sat up and looked deeply into Wanda’s eyes. “Well, there’s no one I’d rather be stuck here with,” she said tenderly. Then, she leaned in and kissed Wanda on the lips. Wanda froze, but accepted the kiss. She had stimulated her dopamine receptor, right? Agatha pulled back and smiled. “I’ll never get over how good your lips taste.”

Wanda had to consciously keep her jaw from dropping to the floor. That definitely was not her dopamine receptor. Agatha traced her fingers down Wanda’s arm and she shivered from the contact. She had to tell Agatha what happened. 

But Wanda stopped herself. There was no way Agatha would react kindly to a botched mind control attempt from her nemesis. And right now, Agatha was the only one with enough power to get them out of here. 

Wanda took Agatha’s hand and kissed it. “I feel exactly the same,” she said, “But we should probably try to get out of here.”

“In case there’s an aftershock!”

“Exactly, in case there’s an aftershock. Why don’t you try using your magic to move the rubble?”

Agatha booped Wanda on the nose, “You are definitely the smart one in this relationship.” Wanda had to restrain herself from laughing. 

Agatha took a moment to focus herself, then threw her arms out dramatically. Nothing happened. She tried again. Nothing still. One more attempt, even more forceful than the others. Nothing. Agatha frowned. 

“I guess my magic doesn;t work anymore.”

Wanda nervously laughed and shook Agatha by the shoulders. 

“No, they have to work. Because otherwise we’ll never get out of here!”

“Can’t we just scream and wait for the first responders to dig us out?” Agatha said. 

“That’s a great idea. Unfortunately, you hexed your lair and now it’s sound-proof.” Wanda slid her face into her hands. 

“Why did I sound-proof the lair?” Agatha asked. Wanda popped her head up.

“Uh, you mean you don’t remember?” Wanda asked. Agatha shook her head. “We were, uh, going to celebrate our anniversary? So you, uh, sound-proofed the lair because we were gonna, uh...”

“Oh! We were gonna--” Agatha rubbed her hands together suggestively and winked. Wanda nodded her head.

“Exactly, we were gonna do that and you were worried about the neighbors.”

“You are quite a screamer,” Agatha said as she patted Wanda’s thigh. 

“Uh, yeah.” 

It was at this moment that Wanda realized Agatha was shivering.

“Are you ok?”

“It’s so cold,” Agatha replied through chattering teeth. Wanda realized she was shivering as well. 

“How is it so cold? It’s July.”

Agatha gasped. “The collapse must have triggered the frost hex.”

“F-Frost hex?” Wanda shouted.

“Yeah, I put it in after some of the neighborhood kids tried to break in here. If only my magic was functional, I could reverse it.” Agatha looked to her expectantly, but Wanda didn’t notice. The cold was getting to her. She could feel it in her bones; her teeth were chattering so loud that it made her head pound. She had experienced some brutal winters in Sokovia, but nothing like this. 

“We should hold each other,” said Agatha, “For warmth.” 

Wanda put her arms around Agatha and held her close. She smelled like witch hazel, which Wanda found funny and a bit on-the-nose. But it smelled really good. Agatha’s hair was long and warm. Wanda buried her face in it. The immediate warmth felt incredible on her shaking lips. 

Despite the frigid cold, both Wanda and Agatha felt a considerable amount of heat between their bodies. They pulled each other as close as they could, each desiring to consume the other’s warmth. Wanda nuzzled further into Agatha’s soft hair, and Agatha took her freezing hands and slid them down the back of Wanda’s shirt. Her back was burning hot, and Agatha dug her fingers into Wanda’s warm skin. Somehow they both managed to fall asleep, huddled together through the frosty night.

Agatha was the first to wake. Wanda was nuzzled against her neck. She was still shivering. Agatha slowly removed her hand from Wanda’s shirt and flicked her wrist to remove the frost hex. The room got warmer immediately. Agatha looked down at Wanda, whose head had shifted and fallen to Agatha’s chest. A small ray of light was shining through the rubble, and it spread across Wanda’s face. She had to admit that Wanda looked angelic, even though she was her nemesis and had tried to mind control her into some disturbing romance. Agatha took her free hand and gently stroked Wanda’s head. There just was something fantastical about Wanda Maximoff. If anyone else had tried to mind control her into romance, she would have annihilated them on the spot. But when Wanda did it, there was something endearing about it all. She really thought she could best her? It was adorable. Wanda was adorable.

While Agatha was looking at her, Wanda woke up. Still a little groggy, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. 

“Why were you staring at me?” she asked. 

“You had a bug on you and I thought it was funny,” Agatha lied. Wanda chuckled.

“And you just let it stay on my face? What if it was poisonous?”

“The only thing poisonous here is your failed attempts at mind control.”

Wanda perked up. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t lie,” Agatha said, rolling her eyes, “I know you tried to take advantage of me with some weird love hex, but my runes limited your magic too much for you to be successful.”

“How did you know?” Wanda asked. 

“You really think I can’t feel intrusions into my own mind?”

“But you were passed out!”

“Yeah, so I was literally trapped in my own mind. That’s like the worst time to try and mind-control someone. Anyone with a basic knowledge of magical theory should know that.”

Wanda gulped. “So what are you gonna do to me?”

Agatha cackled. “Do to you? What do you think this is, a prison?”

“Uh, this all started when you lured me down here and magically restrained me against my will. That’s the definition of a prison.”

“So you think you deserve some kind of punishment?” Agatha asked. Wanda nodded. Agatha sighed and conjured her magical glowing hands. She whipped out her hands and the rocks around her began to shake. Then, with another wave of her wrist, the room was restored to its original formation. 

“Why did you do that?” Wanda asked.

“Well, I was planning on betraying you and locking you in here for all eternity, but I decided against that. You’re free to go.”

“Why are you letting me go?” Wanda asked, even more surprised.

“Why did you try to put a romance hex on me?”

“I didn’t do that! I was trying to make you think we were friends, not lovers!”

Agatha blushed furiously and Wanda almost wished she hadn’t said anything. She grabbed Agatha’s hand. 

“Why did you kiss me yesterday?” Wanda asked. Agatha blushed even more.

“I was playing the part.”

“Yeah, well you could have played the part without kissing me,” Wanda said shyly. Agatha looked intently at the ground.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you,” she admitted. Wanda tilted her chin towards her. 

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“What?”

“What are you waiting for? Do it again.”

Agatha wasted no time in pressing her lips to Wanda’s. They were soft and full; it was like kissing her rabbit’s fluff. She pulled Wanda close to her and felt her breasts press against her chest. Wanda took her tongue into Agatha’s mouth and they wrestled each other for control of the kiss. After a few minutes of passionate tongue fighting, Agatha finally won, just barely. 

“I want to taste you,” she whispered into Wanda’s mouth. Slowly, she pushed Wanda backwards and leaned her against her large cauldron. Agatha began tenderly kissing and sucking along Wanda’s neck, then down her chest, in between her breasts, and down the center of her stomach. Wanda eagerly unbuttoned her pants and Agatha slid them to the ground. 

Agatha placed her palm on Wanda’s mound and moved it up and down. Wanda leaned her head back in pleasure and spread her legs further apart, begging Agatha to go further. Agatha separated Wanda’s lips with her fingers. She had the tiniest clit she had ever seen. Then, she took two fingers and tried to slide them into Wanda, but she wasn’t wet enough yet. 

“I have just the thing,” Agatha said as she popped up and ran to her potions table. She threw some ingredients into a small wooden bowl; there was a loud pop and a cloud of purple smoke. She rushed back to Wanda and dipped her fingers in the potion.

“What is that?” Wanda asked. 

“It’s a lubrication spell. I’ve never had to use it before. But there’s a first time for everything,” she said with a wink. Then, she spread Wanda’s legs and entered her with her slippery fingers. Wanda immediately threw her head back.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed. Agatha smirked and slowly slid her fingers in and out of her while Wanda squirmed and squealed. As Agatha picked up the tempo, she brought her mouth to Wanda’s clit and engulfed it with her tongue. Wanda nearly screamed. 

“You’re really good at this,” Wanda said between gasps. Agatha looked up at her.

“Well, when you’ve been alive for over 300 years, you learn a thing or two,” Agatha said before she forcefully flicked Wanda’s clit with her tongue. 

Wanda felt the pleasure building up inside of her. She tried to hold it back, but it was too powerful. She was helpless against the force of her own climax. When it finally overcame her, she exploded. As the waves of ecstasy passed over her, she felt restored.

When she had regained herself, Wanda picked her pants up from the floor and slid them back on. She looked down at Agatha, who was still on her knees. 

“Your turn.” 

Then, she pulled Agatha up, kissed her passionately, grabbed her hands, and held them behind her back. Agatha pulled away from their kiss. 

“What are you doing?” she asked, suspicion and intrigue coating her voice. Wanda gave her a devilish grin and tried casting a restraint spell. To her surprise, it actually worked. 

“I see you’ve cancelled the runes. That was a mistake,” Wanda said. She used her magic to pull Agatha up into the air. “Oh, and I hope you like the cold,” she said before she reactivated the frost hex. 

“I thought we were ok now!” shouted Agatha. Wanda cackled. 

“I will never be ok with someone who collected my childrens’ screams.”

And with that, Wanda turned to the exit and left Agatha to her fate.

[momowho34]

Pt. 2 Design Rating for Naruto

Naruto Uzamaki (duh)

Naruto hasn’t given up on his dream of never wearing anything but some form of atrocious orange jumpsuit. I guess I respect the effort, the black and orange looks kinda okay, 4/10

Sasuke Uchiha

Uh... yeah okay you do you man I don’t entirely get it but sufficiently hot and the color palette’s nice so 7/10

Sakura Haruno

It’s alright. Pretty much the same, like the arm warmers and vest combo tho, visually nice 7/10

Ino Yamanaka

Aright stupid lesbian rating here but gurl you go I don’t understand the fishnet arm warmer things but the barette is pretty tbh 8/10

Choji Akimichi

Alright now we’re talking, fuck yeah dude! You’ve got the armor and a weird hedgehog hairdo but it works 9/10

Shikimaru Nara

Really man, you couldn’t bring one original thing to the outfit? I mean the earrings are nice and we again see the reappearance of fishnet arm warmers but like are all jonin required to be this lame? 2/10 because it lame

Hinata Hyuga

We love a girl who dresses comfy. The grown out hair looks great, you got that maximum comf factor, I’m in 8/10 because I want that sweatshirt

Shino Aburame

Honestly this is just his og outfit but like even more reclusive but it fits with his personality and I get it so I’ll let it pass 7/10 because I also want that sweatshirt

Kiba Inzuka

Fuck yeah man, leather jacket fishnet shirt combo you got the badass makeup and spiky hair I’m lovin it 9/10

BONUS ROUND: literally just temari

Temari

Dayum girl she a baddass okay I see you I like the black red and purple combo that looks great also the fingerless gloves are a nice touch 10/10 because it’s hot and efficient

[ardent-musings]

Pleasure and Paradise

Murphy McNully Smut

Warning: NSFW 18+, my first attempt at a pretty fluff heavy smut. :)

If anyone asked you to recall the events of the day, your mind would start spinning. If winning your last match as the Caerphilly Catapults’ beater wasn’t enough, then you figured the highlight would be Murphy’s proposal to you in front of the entire stadium. It was wonderful and touching but it was the second happiest moment of your life. The first one had to be when you and Murphy initially got together back at Hogwarts. However, that all changed once you were whisked away to the engagement party that very same day.

After Orion invited you and all your loved ones to his private island for your engagement party, you’d say that would take the cake. Being on a large private island with all of your friends and family was a fairytale. Not only were your friends and professors from Hogwarts in attendance, but also the Weasleys, your father, and Murphy’s family were present for your special day. That alone would have been enough.

Until it wasn’t.

Without a second to reconsider your situation, both you and Murphy agreed to marry that day, finding the circumstances already perfect. The details of the bronze and blue decorations and stunning scenery of the island garden were too good to pass up. Everything was what you could ever want, down to the gorgeous baby blue embroidered dress you borrowed from Terra.

The actual ceremony was a fog, all you could remember was sitting in front of Murphy, staring at his huge gorgeous grin and declaring your love to your families and each other as Orion officiated the whole thing. You were eye level with your husband, the way you have always been and will always be.

But now you were seated beside him as you were eating your dinner as official newlyweds. Charlie was dancing with Murphy’s grandmother, not surprising you one bit as the older woman swung around the dragon tamer without a care in the world. She was now your grandmother-in-law. She was family, as was Murphy’s wonderful mother, and the idea of your ever growing family brought a smile to your already overjoyed face.

“What’s on your mind, darling?” Murphy chuckled beside you, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles softly.

He looked so good, his hair was perfectly positioned like it always was, but his gray eyes appeared a touch warmer, maybe it was the setting sun that made it so. Nonetheless, your breath caught at the man that was forever yours.

“I just, this is mine. It’s ours Murph. Can you believe it?”

He stared back at you, a soft smile grew on his face as he leaned in to kiss your neck while a hand rested on your knee beneath the table. By now the punch that Tonks has spiked left you both relaxed and warm, feeling just how exhausting yet exhilarating the whole day had been. Everything went by so quickly, but here, sitting with Murphy with just your attention on him made it all worth it.

“I can, Rising Star,” he hummed as he played with one of your scarlet curls. A bit of your hair had fallen down from its hold after all the dancing and congratulatory hugs. You probably looked a mess, but you knew Murphy would never care. “This, all of this,” he motioned to the collection of both of your loved ones, “we created together. It’s all ours because we worked for it. Not to mention we’re a pretty spectacular pair, love. Let’s be honest, a professional beater who ended her career with a Quidditch World Cup is married to a soon-to-be famous commentator, I’d like to think we’re a power couple. The possibility of us ending up with such a good group of people around us boils down to a handsome 94.3%. Although, that number cou-“

His rambling was cut off by your kiss, giggling as he instantly leaned into you, his thumb grazing your cheek. You adored Murphy’s tangents; however, right now you just wanted his lips on yours. To be entirely honest you wanted more than a kiss but you two being in public surrounded by family members proved that to be difficult. That didn’t stop your hand from dropping onto his leg, lightly gripping it as you continued to kiss him. His eyes widened at your touch, chuckling before countering your move by running his hand higher up your dazzling dress.

“Tell me, love. Wanna play a game of chess tonight? Because I think it’s about time I make a few moves on you.”

Your face dropped at his cheesy joke, finding it adorable and yet equally atrocious. His wiggling brows settled your decision, though.

“I think we could arrange that. But don’t forget, the queen is the most powerful player,” you whispered as your hand continued to trail higher up his leg, growing threateningly closer to his hips. Before you could continue your little ruse, Murphy rolled away from the table in a second, beckoning for you to follow.

“Murph! We can’t just leave everyone, they’ll know what’s up!” “Darling, this is expected of us! What freshly married couple doesn’t fully abandon their wedding early in the night? Let’s be honest, Orion and Terra got to business immediately. With the way they’ve been popping out kids, I’d say there is a 98% chance of them leaving early tonight to make another baby! The other 2% is for something dumb, like a bathroom break. But other than that I can assure you, they didn’t waste any time. Besides everyone is getting plastered. Now let’s roll, McNully!”

Despite being barefoot and relatively sober, your feet could not move faster than Murphy’s quick arms, bringing him closer to the suite Orion and Terra had reserved for you two. You were giggling, holding up your gorgeous dress but almost toppled over Murphy as he suddenly stopped.

“Wait! We have to do this right!”

Murphy reached behind him so you stood in front of him before lifting you up and draping you across his lap. If he couldn’t carry you across the threshold, this was his next best option. Still your arms instinctively raised to his shoulders, holding him close as he brought you into the beautiful room, closing it behind you two.

At the sound of the clicking lock, your hands found their home in his golden hair, tugging at it as you kissed him deeply. As if you’ve never kissed the man before, you just couldn’t get enough of him. His hands held you tight to his chest, his grip holding onto your hips desperately. You took your time with him, lightly scratching at his exposed collarbone as you started unbuttoning his shirt slowly. The hard planes of his chest looked so inviting, the skin slightly bronzed from being out in the sun all day. Your lips traced his neck leaving tiny nips with every breath you took.

With your attention fully on him, you were surprised to find your pale aqua dress had been unzipped and the bodice was hanging dangerously low on your chest. Murphy continued to tug down the now annoying garment, growling as more of your chest was revealed to him. You found the sudden air against you chilling, making you shiver as his lips started biting the swell of your breast as one of his strong hands began kneading the other. His touch was electric, making your head dip back at the sensation of him kitten licking your nipple.

“Checkmate, darling.”

His low chuckle was both lustful and cruel; he enjoyed just how desperate you became as soon as his mouth was on your hot body. And there was no escape as one of his hands moved from your breast down to your waist. But you didn’t want to give into him too easily. You were a beater after all.

So with a shift of your hips, you settled your cunt over his thick thigh and slowly started to grind down on him. That alone wasn’t enough to make Murphy fold, but once your hands started to unbuckle his trousers, you knew he was done for. He grunted in frustration as you pulled him out of his briefs, teasingly rubbing your thumb over the most sensitive part of him. The combination of your writhing hips, your hand on his cock, and your fist in his hair, made Murphy whine against your chest.

“Like I said, the queen is the most powerful,” you breathed against his flushed face as you started to fully pump him, enjoying the way his face contorted at your touch while his eyes darkened.

You kept a consistent rhythm against him, mewling at the perfect friction his leg provided your clit. Leaving the rest of the party was a smart choice, you acknowledged as you bit down on Murphy’s shoulder.

“Take off your shirt,” you demanded from Murphy who did nothing to waste your time.

Tiny nibbles brandished his neck as he worked on the last button of his shirt, revealing his golden taunt skin. Murphy’s gray eyes glowed in the reflection of the ocean waves, looking positively beautiful. Your fist worked faster against him, until you released him without warning. His groan was addicting, but you didn’t want him to cum yet. He had to work for that.

Instead your hips continued to swivel on his lap, pressing your breasts into his face as you rid him even harder. The pressure you were putting on him was pure euphoria for you; however, an ache in Murphy’s hip started flaring up with every grind you made. His face twitched in pain, but he wanted you to get off, so he sped up the process by flicking your clit with his thumb firmly. With a fistful of blonde hair and your teeth digging into his strained shoulders, you came quickly, the feeling causing you to buck even harder on your husband as you rode it out.

When you were able to focus again, you could tell that something was off with Murphy. He was suddenly distracted by something other than you, which was not normal for the man who had been enamored with you since you met so many years ago.

You took Murphy’s strong jaw into your hands, thumbs grazing over his sharp cheekbones, “Is everything okay, love?” “It’s my hip,” he huffed disappointedly. “It’s acting up a bit.”

This happened sometimes with Murphy; having to sit for majority of his hours left his hips and spine temperamental at times. Your need to tease and play with Murphy was replaced with the incorrigible need to make him feel better, in whatever way you could.

With a soft smile, you kissed the tip of his nose, giggling when he scrunched his face at your cute gesture.

“You stay here. Okay, honey?” You asked as you stood up, fully dropping the gorgeous dress to reveal your smooth naked body to your husband. Murphy dropped his head back dramatically at the sight of you leaving him and disappearing into an adjoining room.

“No, babe, come back! We just got married for Merlin’s sake!”

The sound of running water perked the blonde’s ears, suddenly intriguing him as to your intentions. He started rubbing the soft curve of his hip, trying to work out any knots and stress that plagued him. After a few minutes, you came back with a skip in your step which made your husband hone in on the way your chest moved as you did. The view only got better once you leaned over to kiss the shell of his ear.

“Follow me, big guy.”

Murphy followed you happily, enjoying the way you giggled as you led the way into the bathroom. It wasn’t giant, but the sizeable tub in the corner was blasting with jets and scented bubbles. You smiled hazily at the heat that radiated off the surface of the turbulent waves and fixed your hair so it was high up on your head.

The large grin that broke out on your husbands face was gorgeous; he lifted himself out of his chair and onto the step by the tub. You knelt down in front of him to finish pulling off his pants and briefs. He always loved how quick you were to lower yourself to your knees for him, but this was different. Still intimate, but it was done in admiration. Your soft hands curved against the muscle of his calves as you placed kisses to the inside of his knee. Murphy liked seeing this soft yet still confident side to you, he never questioned your ability to be both, but it was stunning to see so clearly. That was until you left a cheeky bite to his inner thigh, making him laugh loudly.

You stepped into the tub slowly, checking the temperature and sighing at the comfortable sting. Murphy placed his legs into the tub before slowly lowering himself into the relaxing bubbles, moaning softly as the jets pounded into his stressed body.

His head was laid back on the lip of the tub with his arms resting on the ceramic beside him. The hot pressure made his eyes close and mouth drop as his chest heaved slightly from the painful and relieving water. He looked heavenly like this, mindlessly accepting pleasure as his joints loosened by the second. You couldn’t help but stare at his plump bottom lip, having the urge to bite it, but that would have to wait.

Having to interrupt this moment made you almost physically ill, but you had a plan and nothing was going to halt it.

Murphy’s eyes peeled open once he felt the water level change, noticing you standing up and leaving the tub. His pupils dilated at the sight of your soapy tits, staring at you like a child watching a fireworks show.

“Scoot up, darling.”

Once again, he followed your orders without much thought, but smirked as you sat behind him. You pulled his back to rest against your chest, loving how from this position you could see the sharp point where his jaw met his neck. He was confused for a moment and lamented the fact he couldn’t see you. However, he preened into your hands when you started massaging shampoo into his golden hair, trying his best to get closer to the scrape of your nails.

Murphy’s low moan sent a wave of pleasure straight down your tummy, making you want to bring out more sounds of desperation and comfort from your husband. You took your time, rubbing all the way from his temples, to the crown of his head, and then down to the nape of his neck. With every new area you treated, he let out tiny low groans, finding the jets and your fingers providing him so much release already.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” He laid his freshly rinsed hair on your chest, turning his head to nuzzle his nose against your breast.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he started to nip at the underside of your chest, mindlessly giving you attention for his own sake.

“I asked you first.”

Once, again you brought your hands back up to his hair, lightly scratching the strands that now smelled of tea tree and coconut. The water around you wasn’t as turbulent as before; the jets had settled to a gentler roar, allowing your touch to affect Murphy even more.

“You said your hip hurt, so I wanna help,” you kissed his temple as he now started kitten licking your nipple hazily. The feeling of his tongue on you was sweet, he couldn’t help but touch you in some way. His hands shifted beneath the water, grasping at your shins, now fully placing his entire body weight against you.

“I’ll be okay, darling. You don’t have to do anything for it. I can handle it,” Murphy mumbled.

That was one thing you absolutely adored about Murphy; he was always so strong. Would rather suffer in silence and figure things out for himself. He never complained about anything, he just found solutions, no matter how hard and long it took to get there.

His resilience was admirable, but everyone needed to be cared for every now and again. No matter how strong they were.

Your hand shifted to his chin, directing his attention from your chest and forcing him to look you in the eyes. His lids were half closed, already so relaxed from the jets and your scalp massage that he could hardly keep them open. You hummed happily at the absolutely blissed out expression on his face, rubbing your thumb across his cheek lovingly.

“I know you can handle it, my love,” you cooed into his ear, “You’ve conquered every battle you’ve ever had to face. And that’s possibly one of the sexiest things about you.”

Murphy chuckled lowly at your compliment, staring at how red your lips were from you biting it so many times. But he was taken aback by how gently you are looking back at him. His eyes locked onto yours, the woman he loved before he even knew what love meant. The person who made him excited to wake up and excited to return home. The reason he was as happy as he was.

You were surprised to see his grey eyes suddenly growing misty, his lip quivered for a moment before he craned his head up to your lips. He took his time, relishing in the way your lips molded to his so perfectly, groaning as your hands trailed down the sides of his shoulders.

“You’re the strongest person I know. I just want to make you feel good. Can you let me do that?”

Murphy felt like he should protest, almost as if accepting your invitation was him admitting he needed help, but if there was anyone he would allow to help him, it was you. He nodded appreciatively, which you responded with a kiss to his jaw.

“Hands on the edge of the tub, baby boy.”

With his arms out of the way, your smooth hands had full reign over the firm curves of your husband’s body. You worked at the knots in his shoulders, your lips tracing the skin that was already massaged. This continued down his arms, and down to his hands. It was slow and tedious loving. Something that Murphy had never truly experienced before; his comfort and his pleasure was the only focus.

This was about reminding him that he is more than his aches and pains. He was being positively worshipped by you, arching into your touch as you worked your hands down his tight back. The muscles between his shoulder blades had been built up wonderfully from all the years he spent using his upper body to move the entirety of him. His head rolled back on your shoulder with a gasp, as you continued to the small bit of his waist, starting to kneed at the sore joint that had been impacted from years of sitting. Murphy’s low moans returned, tickling your ear as his breathing grew heavier the longer you touched him.

Your hands were also reaching a part of him that had been abandoned early on, but you planned on relaxing him before getting back to that portion of the massage. Murphy’s hips bucked as you grazed your nails over his v-line, pressing the pads of your fingertips into the dips of his hipbones and down the tops of his large thighs. You could feel the deep scars that marred his skin; some were silver and faded while others remained just as crimson as the day he got them. They were beautiful. Just a tiny screenshot of where he’s been, and how that path somehow led him to you.  

Murphy’s breathing was growing more labored, his arms now held onto your thighs that rested beside his own. He mewled at the way you rubbed at the thick muscle, making sure to get out every inch of discomfort he had ever felt.

From your position, you could no longer reach his calves, the length of your arms wouldn’t allow it. However, there was one part of him that hadn’t gotten the attention it deserved that you could reach.

“I’m going to keep making you feel good, okay baby?”

Murphy sighed at your question, nodding his head eagerly. He didn’t know what you had planned, he just wished to feel your touch again, whatever that meant. However, his eyes rolled back as you gently yet firmly grabbed his cock, finding it hard from your extensive massaging. He practically growled as your ran your hand up his length and nibbled behind his ear.

He was so wound up when he first entered the tub, but now his body could barely hold itself up. The only bit of interaction he could muster was grabbing and lightly scratching your thighs as you played with the tip of his cock slowly. Murphy shuddered, barely able to place kisses on your arm as you brought him closer and closer to his release.

“Please, I just- fuck,” he groaned as you held him tighter, working him at a pace that was torturous but so good, “I need to cum.”

“Then cum,” you giggled into his ear, enjoying how helpless he was beneath your expert grasp. “Do it, love. Cum for me.”

The moment you approved, Murphy’s brows scrunched in pleasure as he found it hard to hold back much longer. His chest was heaving from how intense it all was but with a few final flicks of your wrist, Murphy released with a strangled groan. His grip on your arm was tight, but you worked him through his high, enjoying the way he twitched as he came down.

A large, soft grin spread over Murphy’s face, enjoying the feeling of being held by you. However, the water was starting to grow tepid, causing you to shiver as goosebumps arouse over your now cold skin. Murphy took notice of your shuddering body, so he rotated within the tub until he faced you. Neither of you said a word, just basked in the presence of each other while your hands worked in sync, cleaning off any remnants of sweat or sand from each other. It was sweet as you two serviced one another, making sure both of you were cared for.

After you were clean, you hopped out of the tub to grab your robe as you held Murphy’s chair still. He lifted himself into his seat, noticing how much better his hips felt just from your impromptu massage. You were about to hand him a towel until he winked and speed off into the bedroom, reminding you of how you chased him at the beginning of the night.

Lazy and soft Murphy was replaced by his usual playfulness, the mere thought of your husband waiting for you in the other room made you run behind him. You almost slipped on the wet tile, giggling like a lovesick teenager as he laid spread out on the bed. He held out his hands, making grabby motions at you with a smug grin on his satisfied face.

Once you climbed on top of the bed, you yelped when Murphy forced your hips up over his chest and above his shoulders.

“I still plan on having you properly tonight, Mrs. McNully,” Murphy chuckled as he nipped the inside of your thigh, “but I need something to do before I’m ready to go again.”

Without giving you a moment to protest, Murphy pulled you down to his mouth, practically begging you to fuck his face. His eyes were wild as he groaned against your pussy, enjoying the way you played with your chest as the vibrations shocked your entire body. The silk sheets beneath your knees was luxurious and smooth, which was quite opposite to the way your husband was feasting on you like he’d never tasted you before.

You leaned back, resting your hands on his hard chest as he brought his own up to play with your clit. All the while, his other hand snaked around you, stroking himself in order to get himself ready for you.

As Murphy moaned against your cunt, your grinding into his face grew sloppy as you neared your high. The sight of your boy beneath you with his brows furrowed in concentration did you in. With a loud moan, you came on Murphy’s face, still shaking as he continued to rub your clit until you tore yourself away from his greedy mouth.

Your face felt hot from your orgasm, but your whole body flushed at the sight of Murphy stroking himself in preparation for your first night as husband and wife. Seeing Murphy play with himself was sinful as it was, but his smug smirk was enough for you to replace his hands with your own. He happily allowed you to take over, crossing his arms above his head making his biceps more visible despite the room being only illuminated from the moon.

The cool summer breeze cooled your warm skin, making you want to be ask close to Murphy as possible. After a few more strokes, you straddled his hips, taking a moment to rub at the spot that was once sore. Murphy growled in frustration, all he wanted was to finally have his girl after the chaotic day you both shared, so he gripped the back of your neck and collided your lips together in a playful kiss. You giggled against him, feeling fully comfortable and in your element, your thumb traced the smile lines that surfaced as Murphy beamed at you. They weren’t there before you started dating, and you hoped they formed from the years of laughs and grins you’ve shared.

Flashes of your time together at the commentary box in the early mornings, falling asleep on the Ravenclaw common room couches, and the proposal flooded your mind. And little did you know that Murphy was watching you, thinking of your first coffee date together, getting your father’s blessing while showing him the world of Quidditch, and remembering how elated he felt when you said “I do”.

You could’ve fallen into a rabbit hole, reliving all the wonderful little memories that weaved themselves together which created your love story, but Murphy’s hands at the back of your thighs brought you back to the moment. Without another second of hesitation, you placed a teasing kiss at his Adam’s apple before sinking down on him, enjoying how you full he made you feel.

Murphy choked out a grateful chuckle, finding your rocking silhouette mesmerizing in the glow of the moonlight. Your hair glimmered like warm honey, enjoying the way you took it down from its bun and flipped it over your shoulder. His grey eyes drank in the vision of you, baffled by the mere fact that you fell so in love with each other. Every sigh that left your swollen lips sounded like a symphony, a masterpiece that only he got to hear.

Your skin looked so smooth, making it impossible for Murphy to keep his hands off you. Loud moans escaped you as he massaged your breasts, arching even further into his calloused touch as you bounced on his lap. Murphy loved seeing you taking charge of your pleasure, practically using him for your own needs, but he needed to feel closer to you.

In a second, Murphy turned over so you both laid on your sides, chests pressed against each other so tightly that your hearts started pounding in sync. The new position surprised you but you had not time to question it once Murphy started to pump into you slowly but deeply. He adored when you were grinding on top of him, but nothing was better than getting to hold you tightly as he thoroughly wrecked you until you cried against his neck. All he wanted was to look into your crystal blue eyes as he made love to his new wife and you were in no way going to deny him that opportunity.

You moaned louder once Murphy hooked your leg around his arm and brought it higher up his hip, the new angle allowed him to fill you even more which you didn’t think was possible. The friction was so intense, leaving you helpless as he worked his cock harder into you, gaining more satisfaction as you peppered kisses to his hard chest.

Murphy’s moans turned to low grunts once he felt your cunt tighten around him, both of you moved in perfect messy harmony. Your body’s worked together as they had countless times before. It was mindless glorious fucking, limbs intertwined with one another as teeth grazed the skin and nails scratched every burning itch you two created in one another.

The overwhelming feeling in your core made you whine against him, finding it impossible to hold back your orgasm. Your fingers dug into his soft hair, scratching it as you kissed him tirelessly. Murphy groaned against your lips as he worked hard to get you off; nothing was prettier than you crying in ecstasy from his attention.

He once again twisted your bodies so he was on his back as he pounded into you hard. You cried against him muttering nothing but his name as your arms gave out beneath your shuddering body. His motions were unrelenting, ripping the most intense orgasm from you without warning.

“Cum from me, darling,” you stammered as his hips still continued to rock into you recklessly chasing his own high. “Let me see you. Let me see you cum.”

Murphy groaned at your lustful request while your pussy clenched down on him tighly. But the sight of your tear stained cheeks amidst your satisfied smile was what got him to his end. After a few more thrusts of his hips, Murphy released with a strangled groan, panting hard at the feeling of you around him.

You stayed like that, him still in you as you laid on top of his chest, finding comfort in the thrum oh his heartbeat against your ear. Murphy stroked your hair behind you ear, needing to see how you nuzzled tiredly into his chest. His heart felt like it was going to burst at the vision of you sleepily placing tiny kisses to his collarbone.

It felt like you laid like that for hours, not saying anything, just enjoying the comfort you brought each other. Laying in his arms was nothing short of paradise, and Murphy felt the same. As the cool ocean air chilled the room, you decided to lift yourself off of him to unravel the bedsheet so you both could snuggle beneath the covers.

Without a word, Murphy kissed your nose as he held you tightly against him, finding his entire peace with you by his side. Before you fell asleep, you placed a kiss to the side of his neck before whispering.

“Checkmate.”

@kc-needs-coffee

[kpop-fanatic-lover16]

Request: yes!

Prompt #25 - "What? It's called garland." "It's atrocious."

Group: Monsta X

Member: Kihyun

Garland - Kihyun

It was the day before Christmas Eve and you had just gotten back from the store. During your Christmas shopping, you noticed some pretty garland hanging on display areas. Since you had needed some sort of decoration for the curtains in the living room and also for the posts on the front porch, you bought some strands and got back home just in time for the rush hour to hit.

At the moment, you were placing the last wrapped present under the tree before you started on the garland. Since it was snowing outside and it would take a while to put it up, you decided to get the porch done first before tackling the curtains hanging over the windows which helped block the cold. Thankfully, it didn't take you too long to get the garland wrapped around the posts which allowed you to get back inside the warm house.

Quickly, you made yourself some hot chocolate to drink while you finished putting up the rest of the newly bought decorations. The plan was to have everything up and fixed before Kihyun, your husband, got home. It wasn't as much fun if he saw you putting up decorations. It was more fun to surprise him with the new additions when he got home.

Time passed by and you finished hanging the light-up snowflakes, that you also purchased, in the front window to make the house look warmer. The garland was finished too and now you were focusing on making dinner so Kihyun had something hot to eat when he came in from the snow. It sounded like a ramyeon night since you could also have the hot broth that the noodles boiled inside.

Ironically, the noodles were done just as Kihyun opened the front door which meant he would get his dinner hot. In your opinion, it was the best way to have ramyeon. There was nothing better than hot ramyeon on a cold day right before Christmas.

"Uh, honey..." Kihyun called from the front door.

"What is it?" you called back, pulling the boiling pot away from the burner after turning off the gas. When Kihyun didn't respond to your question, you set down the protective hand covers and made your way into the front entrance.

Kihyun was standing by the door with his eyes trained on the new deccore in the living room. It took a minute of him staring before you realized he didn't know what garland was and why it looked like you had cut a long line from a hedge of some sort.

"What? It's called garland." you smiled, rolling your eyes as his expression changed to dissatisfaction. He hated how it looked.

Kihyun thought it looked like a shrub was growing on the curtains. He didn't mind it so much outside, but it looked awful inside the house. "It's atrocious."

"Yoo Kihyun that is an awful thing to say! I worked hard on hanging those!"

"Sweetheart, the snowflakes look gorgeous. And I'm sure you put...lots of...love– into those...things on the curtains too." Kihyun supressed his laughter and kissed your forehead and hugged you gently.

"Thank you. Now come eat, your dinner is getting cold!"

When you disappeared back into the kitchen, Kihyun glanced back at the garland and scrunched his face up in disgust. "Yep, those are going in the garbage and I'm going to make it look like an accident."

[fortunatelycooltrash]

So people love to say that America doesn’t have free healthcare because the quality would sink and the waits would go up. Now, while those are valid worries despite being no excuse for the atrociously high prices of even minior procedures, I’d like to share some bullshit that I’ve experienced involving normal US hospitals and medical branches alike.

My root canal is going to cost 2500 dollars because it is not covered by most dental plans despite it being a completely necessary procedure that directly affects my health. Absorb that then absorb the fact this plan covers some of braces. The crown alone is costing over 1200.

I almost died in a hospital waiting room because my ‘stomach ache’ that was causing me so much pain I was sick with it wasn’t severe enough to qualify for immediate attention. Undiagnosed Appendicitis.

My nephew and sister almost met their end because an incompetent doctor misdiagnosed my sister with a URI. She had type A flu.

My cousins father had a doctor who refused to diagnose him despite him coming back constantly because of lethargy. Said he couldn’t find anything wrong. Her father was poor and had really bad insurance. Finally he went to another doctor and was diagnosed with kidney cancer. He could have lived if he had been diagnosed a year or two prior before it spead but by the time he got his diagnosis, it was too late. He died, I believe, a few months later but I was young so he might have made it a year or longer.

I suffered from chronic nosebleeds as a child to the point that blood didn’t even scare me anymore. The doctor told my mother that it was coming from wounds inside my nose and I was most likely picking at it and there was nothing medically wrong with me. My mother, knowing even as a child I knew not to waste her money, took me to another doctor. Severe Anemia. Still suffer from it too this day. Have to take those horrid tasting red pills🤢.

My aunt constantly butchering her budget because she needs her insulin and it’s cost keeps getting higher despite it remaining relatively the same. Luckily my state is looking to cap it at 100 though if that will actually go into effect isn’t determined yet.

My mom, bless her, repeatedly going in for her back aching only to be told pain was normal for someone of her weight and age. Nope, she is a nurse and turned people that were 300 pounds or more. She had completely blown her back and had a pinched nerve that was so severe she could barely stand without pain. The doctor that diagnosed her was surprised she could even walk.

My sister, having a grand mal seizure in the nurses office of a high school. They told her to stop faking. That bitch wasn’t even a real nurse so this one doesn’t count but I had to mention this because why the fuck wasn’t a registered nurse hired?

My (other) aunt having minor chest pain then suffering a heart attack in the waiting room because they had her wait so long since she didn’t seem serious. I’m sure that’s going to have lasting damage that could have been easily prevented.

My sister giving birth and getting a 28,000 dollar bill for a room and care for her and the baby. She was there for a day and a half. She didn’t even have a long or complicated delivery.

My mother being told she was completely fine to continue working despite having an off feeling about her third pregnancy(about 24 years ago) the doctor told her there were no complications and she could go on as normal. She miscarried her seven month along daughter three days later because her placenta was underneath the baby and tore. That doctor is still in practice.

The nurses in my mothers delivery room ignoring both her and the monitor. Which, if they had been looking at, clearly desplayed my older brother with his umbilical core wrapped tight around his neck. He lived because my moms main doctor walked in and had a conniption fit when he noticed the vitals dropping. He’s the doc my sis uses now. A good man.

(Same bro)My older brother turning blue everytime he cried being brushed off. Hole in his heart that has since closed.

When I was younger, I slipped in the shower and hit my head so hard against the metal lining of it(stall shower) that the skin split open and abscessed. My doc treated the abscess but did no further testing after a 4 hour wait. As we were leaving, I don’t remember much of this week my mom told me, I vomited and passed out in the parking lot. Had a concussion.

My brother being misdiagnosed with the flu, strep, and a few other things over the course of a few weeks before one doctor finally tested him for HIV. It was positive. Luckily he only had one partner. Unluckily, the partner was the one that gave it to him via cheating on him.

Me, almost dying of a violent case of strep throat because they said I had a sinus infection. My fever peaked at 104 then, blessedly, broke. I do not remember this as the memories of the days I was sick are incredibly fever burned but I remember wrapping blankets around me because I was so cold.

The strep attacked so quick and harshly that if I had lived alone it probably would have killed me since I wouldn’t have been able to get help and I would’ve kept trying to get ‘warmer’ and helped raise my temp over 106. You typically don’t come back from that one unharmed. If at all.

My older bro(cord baby) being told suffering from auditory hallucinations was a common thing(not wrong but they should have actually asked about his family history and idk, did more??) he had undiagnosed bipolar disorder. He is medicated and much happier now.

Me breaking my gotdamn pointer knuckle and the x-ray person getting blurry x-rays that she used despite the fact that they weren’t accurate. Thank you bitch, now my abnormally short pointer finger clicks because it began to set wrong.

Theres a few more but I’m currently giving my bro a hard time for texting me a text meant for his bf so imma bounce for now. May add more later. The whole point to this was to show people that don’t want free health care because the ‘quality would go down’ or the ‘wait would be too long’ that the wait is already long enough for you to die anyway and the quality already sucks ass if you’re poor because they will not diagnose you correctly.

Or They will misdiagnose you then blame YOU when you sue(happened to my mom in that miscarriage one but because he hadn’t wrote a release back to work she had no actual proof he’d told her she could.)

Or They will overcharge you for things that have a far cheaper value simply because they can and you can’t do anything about it because you need that procedure or medicine to keep your health good.

I can understand things like heart surgery or transplants, you know, the big major stuff not being free because yeah that shit takes a fuck ton of resources and care so I get it, I do. I can reasonably say “Yup that should cost thousands.” I mean, I’m don’t even avocate for fully FREE healthcare, I just want a limit on their overpricing bull shit to where it matches with economic standards.

You can’t expect someone with an average 7-4 job that pays 10/hr(oooh ya, y’all think I’d go higher? Guess what, young people starting out their careers also get sick!) to drop thousands upon thousands of dollars for whatever. The sad thing is I can say ‘whatever’ and you can actually think of multiple things that aren’t that major or that resource draining yet still cost thousands.

Even someone making 15/hour couldn’t do that and I’d be hard pressed to say even 20-25/hr could do that. They may have it better and be able to pay it off faster but they’d still be in debt for a while or have to work years after their planned retirement to make up for the lost savings if they were lucky enough to have them.

I’ve also heard people complaining about it raising taxes but you’ll spend way more getting something done at a hospital then you’d spend on those taxes in a year.

Besides, if you’re so pissed about taxes then to even it out protest the stupid taxes. Your house? Taxed. Your inheritance that you gain but also leave behind to care for your family? Taxed. Your property that you bought 100% full price paid? Taxed every year. Your car? Taxed.

How bout getting pissed about those instead of getting pissy about people getting their health fixed? There are plenty of ridiculous taxes so I don’t know why people are so against having one that actually helps people.

Sorry for this rant, I know it’s not centered around my profile theme but I am majorly pissed off that I’m about to have to let a tooth rot out of my head because my insurance decided that: covering something cosmetic like braces? Yeah! Covering a completely necessary surgery that can actually harm/kill the person via infection if left untreated? Nope, that costs us more!

I can’t drop two fucking grand on dental surgery. It’s just not happening. I don’t know anyone who can do that shit. Anyone who gets pissed off about me posting this: go slam a hammer against your tooth until it cracks down the middle, exposing your nerve to the harsh unforgiving world then let it develop a cavity around it.

Afterwards, try to eat literally anything: hot, cold, hard, soft, it doesn’t matter. You’ll cry, I promise. Now imagine being told the only way to fix that is to cough up over two grand and if you can’t well then oh fucking well? Kinda hurts ya a bit. Not nearly as much as the tooth but still.

Hell, I know dental probably wouldnt even get covered if they made healthcare reduced or free but this whole situation has reminded me just how fucked you are if you get anything remotely wrong with you in the U.S

[destiel-love-forever]

15.3 CODA: Part 2

Read part one [HERE]

Castiel wakes just as the sun is rising. Despite not getting much sleep, he feels rested and ready to take on the day. As rested and ready as possible under the circumstances, anyway. The coffee pot is full of dark liquid that’s still warm. A yellow sticky note is stuck to the front of the machine, neat writing informing him that Jody had to go into work early, and telling him to help himself to anything he needs until she’s back at four P.M.

After pouring himself a cup of coffee, Castiel walks over to the two large sliding glass doors by the kitchen table and heads outside. The air is cool and crisp, but it feels nice. Refreshing. Castiel leans on the railing of the wooden deck and looks out at the brilliant colors of the back yard. The leaves are breathtaking.

“It’s freezing out here,” Castiel hears from the sliding doors. He glances over his shoulder and forces a smile when he sees Claire standing there.

“I don’t mind.”

She gives him a critical look before stepping out onto the porch and offering him a blanket, hat, scarf, and mittens. When he stares at them instead of taking them from her, she rolls her eyes. “You’re such a doof. Come here.”

When Castiel approaches her, she tugs the burgundy hat over his head, then winds the scarf around his neck. He gets with the program and gives her his coffee so she can hold it while he puts the mittens on as well. After, she wraps the flannel blanket around his shoulders and pats him on the shoulder.

“Much better,” Claire declares. Castiel just now notices that she’s dressed similarly, her black jacket matched with a black hat, a gray scarf, and a pair of mittens that are black with white and gray polka dots. She gives him his coffee back and smiles. “Now, you go ahead and do your weird staring off into space thing that you were just doing, but when you’re done, come inside. We have a long day ahead of us.”

“We do?”

“Yup. All sorts of plans.”

“We have plans? You and I?” Castiel asks, trying to clarify.

She rolls her eyes. “And Alex, too, yup. Chop chop.”

With two claps of her mitted hands, she heads back inside. He stares at the sliding door for another moment before turning his focus back to the trees.

“What in the world could they have planned with me?” he asks the myriad of red, yellow, and orange.

The trees don’t answer.

Just another reason to hate Chuck.

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The first stop on their schedule is to a bakery. Castiel, Alex, and Claire all get something to drink and eat before hopping back in the car. As they drive, Claire and Alex talk to each other in a constant babble, letting Castiel be as he enjoys his hot cocoa and blueberry muffin. He's feeling much better now that his stomach is full and he's decently rested. Claire must be able to sense this, because she broaches the subject they've all clearly been avoiding as Alex pulls the car into a store parking lot.

"How are you, Cas? Jody said it was a rough night?"

"Rough few days," Castiel says quietly, looking down at his empty to-go cup. "I'll be fine, though. I am always fine."

There's a pause long enough for him to glance up. He finds that both girls are now frowning at him. "What?"

"Well, you're talking to two experts on pretending to be fine when you're really a fucking mess, so don't bullshit us," Claire says matter-of-factly.

"What Claire meant to say in a much kinder way, I'm sure," Alex says with an eye roll, "Is that you don't have to pretend with us. We don't have to talk about it, but feel free to do so. Or to just be sad or whatever else you feel like being. Okay?"

Castiel nods, understanding. "Okay."

"Great. Now, let's fix your coat."

Looking down at his trench coat, Castiel asks, “What’s wrong with my coat?”

“First of all, it’s thin, and you’re clearly more human now considering the way you scarfed down that muffin, so you need something warmer,” Alex explains. “It’s nearly winter now. You’re going to be too cold in that, Cas.”

“Oh.”

“Plus, that thing is atrocious, and old. My dad got that for Christmas when I was like… five. Time for a change, dude.”

Castiel doesn’t like change. He’s had enough damn change in his life recently. Eleven years ago, he commanded a garrison. He was one of Michael’s chosen few. Was given the privilege to save the righteous man. Michael’s true vessel. It was one of the highest honors.

He was respected.

He was feared.

Then he fell in love with humanity. With Dean, if we’re being honest. Those freckles that were like a galaxy on pale skin. Those green eyes that held so many questions and even more answers.

Castiel lost it all.

But he’ll tell ya what - he still has this trench coat. It’s been to hell and back - more than once. It’s all he has left.

That’s why, even though he’s shown multiple options, given at least a dozen eye rolls, and told twice that he’s a doof, Castiel walks out of the coat store with something very similar to his trusty trench coat, just made of wool instead so it’s warmer.

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Pumpkin patches are wondrous places. Castiel had assumed it'd be a small farm with pumpkins everywhere, but that's not the case. At least not here. Yes, there are pumpkins. Many, many pumpkins, all of different shapes, sizes, and even colors. But there are also apples - an entire orchard of gorgeous red apples. There’s a corn maze, which Castiel finds both entertaining and frustrating. He gets lost so many times before a five or six year old child takes pity on him by leading him out. It was still a lot of fun, even if Alex and Claire teased him for being terrible at it.

They went for a hayride, too. The farm provided them with big flannel blankets and hot cocoa as they rode in the back, brought around the entire farm, the man driving telling them fascinating information on the crops and harvest, as well as the history of the area and the farm. Then they got to pet the farm animals. Castiel became fond of a horse that enjoyed licking his face. He even giggled, which felt very good to be honest.

Of course, Castiel’s favorite part of their day at the farm was the Bakery & Farm Store. He’s never tasted anything so delicious. They sat at a little table for over an hour, stuffing their faces until Castiel nearly got sick. Between the three of them sharing their treats, they all tried apple cider donuts, cinnamon rolls, strawberry crepes, apple pie, strawberry cream cheese danish, chocolate covered croissants, strawberry rhubarb pie, blueberry muffins, and caramel apple pie. The little old lady running the place liked them so much, she shared her pumpkin pie recipe with Castiel, who promised he’d go home and make it that night.

They left the farm with seven pumpkins, two bags of apples, a dozen apple cider donuts - which were Castiel’s favorite - and caramel apples to-go. By the time Castiel got to the car, he was full, happy, and exhausted. It was the perfect combo to curl up in the backseat and take a little snooze during their long ride home.

He fell asleep smiling.

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Dean is wide awake despite it being the middle of the night. He's been stalking Castiel's Instagram. Yes. Instagram. Apparently Claire and Alex thought he needed one. Dean only has the damn thing to stalk Dr. Sexy MD actors, but now he's using it to stalk a certain falling angel he can't stop thinking about.

Since he saw the first picture, Dean has been refreshing the page every other minute. It had been a picture taken by Claire, which is how Dean originally came across it, with Castiel tagged in it. He was standing outside, wrapped in a flannel blanket and drinking something from a mug as he stared off at the colorful backyard. Claire's caption had been: Finally finding his peace.

That was at 4:07 P.M, though clearly it had been taken much earlier in the day.

Suffice to say, Dean has gotten nothing accomplished tonight. He hasn't even eaten dinner. All he's done is sit in his room, drink whiskey, and refresh the page.

At 4:37 P.M, there had been the first two photos uploaded by Castiel himself. One was of him reaching up to pluck a leaf off of a tree. The other was just his mitted hand holding the same leaf. The caption for the two was a simple: My favorite.

Dean ached at the fact he wasn't there. He wondered what Castiel's face looked like when he caught sight off this one perfect leaf. Wondered if he had smiled when he finally got it in his hands. Wondered if Castiel still had the leaf, or if he had easily tossed it onto the ground after the photo, just like Dean had done to him.

At 4:42 P.M, Claire uploaded a few photos. One was of Castiel in his new coat and winter gear Dean noticed in the previous photos. He was smiling at something off to the side, a pumpkin patch lined by colorful trees behind him. The next was of Castiel's mittens holding a blue travel coffee mug. Then a photo of Castiel's torso as he holds a pumpkin. Dean knew it was Castiel because of the tiny scar on his thumb. It was from nicking himself with an angel blade last week. With his lowered grace, it hasn't healed properly. Dean had to choke down a new wave of guilt at that reminder before he could look at the final photo. It was of the girls and Castiel around a table where they seemed to be carving pumpkins. They were laughing.

Castiel was wearing a new sweater.

At 5:13 P.M, Castiel posted a photo of a carved pumpkin. It was quite awful. The eyes were different sizes, the nose was partially cut out, but the piece of pumpkin was still stuck inside of it for some reason, and the smile was… unique. The caption was: Claire said I 'nailed it.'

Dean had to wait two hours for another photo. And that's what he did. He waited. Did nothing but drink and hate himself. And, of course, refresh the page.

At 7:22 P.M, Castiel finally posted another photo. It made Dean's heart skip. Well… the caption had, anyway. The pumpkin pie itself was a bit shaky, considering the darker-than-they-should-be edges. But the caption had brought tears to Dean's eyes. It would have tasted better with you.

Dean had tried calling Claire after that. Then Alex. Then Claire again. They ignored him. When he tried calling Jody, she sent a text back saying she was at work, asking if it was an emergency.

With a fresh glass of whiskey, he had waited.

At 8:36 P.M, Castiel posted two more pictures. One of someone making a s'more, a bonfire in the background. The other, two pairs of feet wearing wool socks as they rest up against the side of the fire pit. To the right were blue socks with little snowflakes on them. To the left were bright yellow socks covered in bumble bees.

Dean knew which one was Castiel.

The caption was a simple: Happy.

It made Dean curl into his pillow and cry.

The last one that Dean saw was at 11:57 P.M. It showed Castiel sitting on a bed, holding a purple mug with Witch Please written on it in one hand, and holding an open book in the other. He was in a gray hooded sweater, his legs covered with a blanket the same color as his gorgeous eyes. It was captioned: "It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."

It's at 3:09 A.M. that Dean realizes Castiel must have fallen asleep.

He crawls under the covers and closes his eyes after, heart racing even though it has no reason to be. It takes a while for the whiskey soaked exhaustion to win over his mind, but eventually Dean slips into a dream.

Castiel is there. In a pumpkin patch. He looks at Dean with a smile and hands him a beautiful leaf. "My favorite for my favorite."

And Dean kisses him.

He kisses him like his life depends on it.

He kisses him like he knows, deep down, that he'll soon have to wake up.

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[oleanderblume]

Antivirus

I can't help myself so I'm going to subject you to my terrible sense of humor and post this fic.

Hope you like it!

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You ready? It's a tough one." Steven asked as he shifted in his seat to share his new computer with Spinel. 

Amethyst and Connie had had their turn trying to beat the level he had been stuck on for ages, both turning up with failure, so Steven imagine the gem made to play games couldn't possibly fail at a computer game.

Spinel nodded and took the mouse in her hand, scooting into the chair as Steven moved aside, she had never even touched earth computers, let alone these 'video games' Steven seemed to enjoy- despite having so much trouble with them.

"You just move the mouse to move the camera, and then press these buttons here to move the character- and this one to fire your tears." Steven explained leaning over her to point out the jumbled eath letters on the keyboard. Made enough sense.

The pink gems eyes trailed from the keyboard to the screen as she slowly maneuvered the character through the computer glancing back at her friends for slight reassurance. It wasn't long before Steven noticed that familiar shine in her eyes the moment she got the hang of it. 

He had grown to notice when Spinel was entirely engaged in an activity, particularly a game- especially a game, it was a similar look to when her eyes spiraled, but instead of anger it was concentration. He particularly enjoyed the moments where she became so engrossed in whatever she was doing that she would half mindedly stick her tongue out as though it somehow doubled that concentration. 

"You got this." He smiled, sitting back on his bed to watch alongside Connie. Spinel was already far to emerged to even provide an answer aside from a soft mumble.

It wasn't an easy level, Waffle was the player character and they had a tendency to be slow, and even though their tears were sticky with syrup it didn't make this Broccoli boss any less formidable. Spinel on the other hand had grown increasingly determined, it was amusing and exhilarating all at once, her quiet audience growing inches closer as they hovered over her while she ruthlessly fought the broccoli.

There was a soft noise, an alert of some kind, but it was drowned out by the sound effects of the game, that is, until the computer began growing increasingly warmer as Spinel began to wear down Broccoli.

A small window popped up in the corner of the screen, temporarily distracting Spinel from her ongoing stalemate with the vegetable, in a quick attempt to rid herself of it Spinel did what she knew would work and temporarily overided the tiny warning with her own gem.

It did the trick.

Everyone was on the edge of their seats, watching as Spinel dealt the final blow to Broccoli and the vegetable broke down in tears preparing to hug the Waffle in reprieve. Then there was a noise, a very loud, angry electronic noise that erupted from the computer and several windows popped up into view, cutting away from the final cutscene in leu of atrociously designed advertisements.

"What's wrong?!" She gasped pulling her hands from the controls, did she break it?

Connie squirmed her way in front of the computer to evaluate.

"Steven? Where did you get this game?" She asked slowly as more dings sounded from the computer and even more ads popped up. Steven laughed a little nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's free on breakfast101.com?" He answered, hoping it would suffice. 

Connie shook her head, already having the feeling that Steven inadvertently destroyed his computer.

"Free to download?" She questioned, only hoping he would say no, but the boy sheepishly nodded as he realised his mistake.

"I think you just downloaded a virus." She explained, "we gotta get someone to  get it off now, or you won't have a computer."

Spinel leaned back in the computer chair, huffing in disgruntled frustration that she couldn't officially beat the boss, she had enjoyed this game, now it was gone.

"I think Peridot can fix it?" Steven mentioned, hoping the green little gem would be savvy enough with earth tech to do such a thing for him.

Connie shook her head.

"I still think going to an actual computer repair shop is better." Her slight push didn't do much to change Steven's mind, he only shrugged with a small smile.

"Doesn't hurt to ask though?" And that was that.

"A virus huh?" Peridot gleaned over the broken computer as it continuously spewed pop up after pop up until the whole thing was hot to the touch and slower than molasses. "I think I can work with that."

"Great!" Steven beamed, glad that Peridot could come through once again with her superior technological skills. He smiled back at Connie and Spinel, though Spinel seemed slightly less excited than he had expected, she still provided a small smile through her tired eyes.

Connie bid the two of them farewell at the warp pad as they dissapeared, only to go the short distance from little homeworld to the beach house.

"When we get rid of the virus, I can show you some other fun games I have!" Steven exclaimed to Spinel as she trailed a little slower behind him.

She didn't reply.

"Spinel?" Steven turned back to face the pink gem, but she wasn't exactly as pink as he last recalled. More like a dull pale  with a slightly pink hue. Spinel hazily nodded, not entirely sure why she felt so slow all the sudden.

Steven's eyes quickly turned from releif to worry in a near instant at the sight, he hadn't ever seen a gem lose their color in such a way, and was immediately disconcerted by it.

"Are you okay?" He asked, taking a step closer.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Spinel replied with a far less convincing smile than she had intended. Her voice was nasally, almost like she was congested. Could gems even get congested? Steven didn't even remotely believe her. Spinel also happened to be an abhorrent liar. A shudder ripped through her body and she felt far colder than a few moments earlier, but brushed it off with another smile.

"I think you're sick. Can gems get sick?" Steven asked, looking her up and down once more. She definitely didn't look normal, and she almost looked like she would pass out on the spot if she stood there long enough, lackadaisically swaying back and forth in a small attempt to remain upright. 

Spinel shook her head quickly, trying to make her brain work a little faster than it preferred to at the moment.

"I'm fine really." She objected, raising her hands meekly to try and get the boy's growing worry to settle. 

Steven raised an eyebrow and pressed his hand to her forehead, he wasn't entirely sure if gems could have a fever but he wasn't about to grope her gemstone so he hoped a hot forehead would suffice. 

Spinel blinked, well, it was more alone g the lines of one eye closing at a time, before she registered that he was touching her and she backed up slightly.

Sure enough, she was warm, and not it a condensed body of light kind of way.

"Steven, I really am-"

"Sick." He finished her sentence before she could and promptly sat her down on the couch, pulling a spare blanket from the shelves and draping it over her and moving into the kitchen, leaving her to slowly comprehend his actions.

"When I get sick, Dad always makes me grilled cheese and chicken noodle soup, and then brings medicine to make me feel better." He explained from the kitchen. Spinel turned her head toward his voice but remained on the couch, suddenly feeling far too exhausted to move, so instead she relaxed until her limbs were stretched into a small pile on the floor. 

Steven sifted through the cabinets and pulled out bread, a can of soup and small bottle of viscous flu medicine before preparing the meal for his friend. He hadn't ever had to take care of a sick friend, but had plenty of experience being sick.

"This will make you feel a little better, and you just have to wait it out- it usually only last a few days." He returned with a hot bowl of soup and a neatly sliced grilled cheese as well as the medicine, though he wasn't entirely sure what help it would do. Spinel meekly rejected the offer, it was bad enough that she broke his computer, and now she was taking his attention. Granted, she enjoyed it somewhat. 

The way he immediately dropped his train of thought just to make her feel better, it was a welcome occurence, though still tinged with that ever present burdensome feeling.

Spinel had all but sunk into the couch, quietly sipping on the fourth hot tea Steven had provided while she lazily watched more reruns of the Crying Breakfast Friends. She felt somewhat better, maybe because her stomach was full of various soothing warm treats Steven had consistently provided her, almost waiting on her every whim. It was hard not to take advantage of the boy and his seemingly endless compassion.

"Good news!" Steven called as he came in through the door carrying his computer under his arm. "Peridot got rid of the virus, so you can play some of those games while you get better."

Spinel nodded slightly, but she saw the way Steven's brow furrowed with more worry. It had been three days, and she looked noticeably worse off than before. Spinel clearly was trying to hide it, but he could tell she was even slower moving and more pale than before.

"How...long...is...this..su...pposed...to last?" She asked, Steven couldn't even hide his cringe at her dreadfully slow cadence. It was almost as if he were talking to the fusion Flourite, except this wasn't any sort of pleasantly drifting voice that reminded him of a grandmother.

Steven sat down the repaired computer and rounded the coffee table to check her temperature once more.

"You're getting worse." He whispered, usually after three days something like this would clear up for a human. Spinel wasn't a human though. 

Spinel looked down into her might of tea, unable to look at the fear in his eyes. She just wanted whatever this was to be over.

"When...do...I...TRY OUT OUR NEW BACKSCRATCHER BUY ONE GET ONE FREE!" Steven jolted, taken aback by Spinel's sudden and very loud interest in back scratchers. The words were so disconnected from her voice that she couldn't tell if they actually came from her mouth. It wasn't what she intended to say at all.

Steven stared at her for a moment, still unsure if what happened actually happened at all. The surealness of it all had completely thrown him off. Spinel's face twisted into a shocked frown before she opened her mouth to speak again.

"YOU JUST WON 1 MILLION DOLLARS, CLICK HERE TO RECEIVE IT!"

What?! That wasn't what she wanted to say at all! How could her mouth betray her so suddenly. She blinked, glancing at Steven before her face contorted into confused horror. It took a moment, before Steven registered what was going on. He quickly tore the blanket off of her and grabbed her hand, pulling the spaghettified gem from her spot and dragging her up the stairs toward the warp pad.

"YOUR ACCOUNT HAS BEEN HACKED!!" Spinel shouted, though she fully intended to say 'Steven, I don't know what's happening!' Obviously, that didn't work the way she hoped it would.

Steven would laugh, if what was going on wasn't so viscerally terrifying. Somehow, she had come down with the same malware that his computer had.

Steven hauled the snailpased gem toward Peridot's home as soon as they left the warp, Spinel screetching vocally  obnoxious ads with growing distress as they neared. He had absolutely no idea what she was saying, and the nonsensical audible pop ups only seemed to worsen as they approached.

"PERIDOT!" Steven cried, bursting through the door with Spinel's hand flopping in his grasp. The rest of her was a good twenty feet behind, still very slowly running behind him. 

Peridot spun around in astonishment at his sudden and frantic return.

"Spinel has that virus I need you to fix it!" He explained, stepping outside for a moment to pull the noodled gem inside.

"What?" Peridot shrieked in reply, half out of confusion and half out of distress. She hadn't ever heard of a gem getting a virus- aside from corruption. 

Steven quickly planted the pale pink, sick gem in front of her to inspect.

"HOT SINGLES IN YOUR AREA!!" Spinel exclaimed, slowly waving her overly stretched arms in attempt to convey her  stress. Peridot stared at her, unable to make anything from what she said before turning to Steven.

"How did this happen?!" She asked.

"THE PRINCE OF NIGERIA WANTS TO SEND YOU MONEY!" Spinel replied, despite the enthusiasm of her voice she slumped forward and whimpered softly, tears brimming in her eyes. 

This was her fault. She knew it. And she couldn't even come clean about it.

"I don't know, she was sick for a few days- I thought she'd get better but I don't know how to fix it!" Steven exclaimed, glancing worriedly at Spinel who was very clearly on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

"BECOME A CERTIFIED PASTOR IN EIGHT DAYS!" She sobbed.

"I don't know what you're saying!" Steven cried, beginning to pace as he tried to think of a solution, this wasn't normal, not for people, and definitely not for gems! What if he couldn't fix her?! What if she could only ever yell obscenely obnoxious advertising for the rest of her life?! What if he broke her forever- all because he wanted to play a stupid free game?

"And you came to me?! I'm not a gem what is it- repairer! I don't know how to fix this!" Peridot joined him in his frantic pacing, trying to think of some kind of solution.

"MAKE A MILLiooonnn dollars in....siiiiixx.........mmmmmooooooonnnnttttthhhhhssss...." Spinel's loud rambling advertisement slowed to a creeping still as her form began to glitch compulsively, the heat of her gemstone radiating through it and causing a noticeable shift in temperature. Peridot screamed in terror at the sight of the pink gem flickering through gaudy bright colors.

"Do something she's overheating!"

Steven had to think fast, as fast as he could make himself with his jumbled and racing thoughts, and quickly spat in his hand and slapped the burning heart shaped gem. It nearly scalded his fingers and almost evaporated his only option of fixing her.

Spinel's form slowed its terrifying glitching, intermittently flickering until her form slowly resembled itself again and she stood there staring at Steven whose hand was still firmly pressed against her gemstone. 

Her eyes flickered down at it, noticing how red and blistered it had become upon contact. He retracted it almost as quickly as she looked at it, licking it himself to heal the burns.

Peridot's screaming stopped and she lowered her hands from her head, loosening the grip she held on her hair.

"Did you fix her?"

They stared at Spinel, who looked far more full of color now, waiting for her to speak. Spinel persed her lips in anticipation, hoping that what she wanted to say would be said.

"I don't like computer games."

The three of them made an audible sigh of relief at her words, the relief of the innocuous sentence washing over all of them at once and allowing them to relax. 

Steven couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes any longer and if he had been less accosted by the potential- literal burnout of his friend, he would smacked himself in the head for being so blind to his own ability to heal. 

Instead, he grabbed Spinel and pulled her close, ignoring that she was still cooling down from a solar level fever.

"Spinel I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry- I should have just healed you, I should have-" he was cut off by her arms slowly wrapping around him, clutching him tightly. It was okay. She was okay.

That's all that mattered.

[damiano-mylove]

To Kiss is To Love

Pairing: Vic De Angelis x GN!reader

Wc: 1k

Cw(s): Negative self talk in the beginning, stretch marks, lil bit of self hatred, and an atrocious amount of swearing, tell me if it sucks

Summary: Reader is extremely self-conscious about their stretch marks, so Vic takes action

Masterlist

They were on parts of your body that you arguably hated the most. They gave unflattering detail to places that didn't need detail. Your inner thighs, your outer thighs, you stomach, your chest. There were even stupid fucking stretch marks on your back! Like a teenager who just hit a growth spurt! God, it was embarrassing, and it made you hate your body only that much more.

Now, here she was, the vision of your life, the girl you wanted to marry, tracing her fingers over those dark fucking marks that you detested so fully and truly.

You shouldn't have taken your shirt off, but it was just so fucking hot in this fucking flat, that you had virtually no other option. It was take your clothes off or sit in the freezer. It was a decision of embarrassment and taking your shirt off was the victor.

"Why do you keep doing that?" You finally asked on an advert break. Vic looked at you through furrowed eyebrows. Your eyes darted to her fingers on your stomach. "Tracing my stretch marks."

"I dunno, they're nice."

Her response had you scoffing. Nice? Fuck, she really must've wanted you to love her if she could say that about one of your biggest insecurities. You could barely believe that she said that out loud. Why would she say something she obviously didn't mean?

Well, Vic doesn't say things she doesn't mean.

"What do you mean 'eugh'?" Vic immediately asked, sitting up now. You shrugged.

"They're ugly as fuck, not nice," you rebutted. Vic's jaw clenched a bit and you could physically feel the room getting a bit warmer.

"So you're saying my stretch marks are ugly too?"

Aw fuck, you fumbled the bag with this one. You should've just shut up and taken the fucking compliment. Did you? No. Instead, you make Victoria feel like you don't like something about her. The one girl in the world who has shown you time and time again how much she loves you, how much she'd do for you, just how limitless her love spanned for you.

"No, no, yours aren't ugly," you quickly answered. Vic raised her eyebrow. "Mine are. Yours only add to your amazing good looks."

Vic stood up from the couch, and knelt in front of you. You couldn't possibly look away without making it seem like you weren't trying to be an asshole. "They're not ugly. All they mean is you either were big and got small, or you were small and got big. Nothing wrong with either of those, Y/n."

You couldn't help but smile. "Did you just quote Katt Williams to me to make me feel better?"

"Did it work?" Vic asked, eyes dancing with light. You nodded a bit, which had your girlfriend a smiling mess. Without warning, she stood up and took your hand, hoisting you from the couch.

Wordlessly, Vic guided you to the bathroom and sat you down on the edge of the peach coloured tub. Vic rummaged around in her cabinet of potions and serums, until she came out with a tall, clear bottle. Within the bottle, was some amount of orange-pink oil. The words Bio-Oil were written in big white font on the front of the bottle. Vic handed it to you to inspect.

"It reduces my stretch marks," she told you. You handed the bottle back to her. Vic grinned, "Do you want me to put some on you?"

Heat poisoned your blood, not not from the heat wave. This time, the heat was from embarrassment, from love, form the blood rushing to the tips of your ears like a kid in year 5 who has a crush.

"Y-yeah, actually. That sounds...nice." Suddenly, that word didn't feel like lead on your tongue. It felt as it normally should've. Vic smiled so graciously as she unscrewed the white cap of the bottle.

In front of you, once again, Vic knelt down. Before she poured any oil on her hand, she planted a soft and smooth kiss to one of your dozens of stretch marks. It made a certain amount of nerves explode in your stomach and even more heat rush to your face. Knowing what she was doing to you only egged Vic on further. She kissed another and another. Then on one, she licked it and blew cool air against it, making jitters and tingles erupt everywhere on your body.

Before any protests came from you, Vic began with spreading the oil against your skin, making you flinch at the temperature. It was a ridiculously cool substance, that smelt like a mix of cooking oil and lavender essential oil.

Vic left no mark untouched. They shone in the harsh bathroom light, slick with the nice smelling oil and with Vic's fingers splayed upon you. Your heart beat like its never beat before and you felt as if you'd just eaten a full meal. You were fucking wrong. You were so totally wrong about Vic, about your stretch marks.

"Okay, now don't wipe it off, but it'll be drying for a minute or ten," Vic laughed as she capped the bottle.

No time wasted, you stood up and pulled Vic in by the waist, with tears brimming your eyes. Your lips connected with hers like fireworks. She tasted of her strawberry lip balm and of the grapes you both had been snacking on earlier. Softer than pillows, her lips were. They moved like the perfect puzzle piece against yours, like this moment was made to be.

Around your shoulders, Vic wrapped her arms, only bringing you closer together. When the kiss was broken, it was some time before either of you said something. There you both stood, in the bathroom, that smelt of lavender, breathless, admiring each other.

"I'm lucky to have you, Victoria," you whispered. Vic laughed lightly, her eyes crinkling in such an attractive way that made heat bloom once a-fucking-gain. "I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you even more," she replied, pecking your lips lightly. Once again, she had your hand in hers. "C'mon, show's probably back on."

[shadowvalkyrie]

Tagged by @weepylucifer​ and @coraine​ -- Thank you!!! <3

Rules: Answer twenty questions, then tag twenty bloggers you want to get to know better (its probably not gonna be 20 people)

Name: ShadowValkyrie (Yes, I know. In my defence, I’ve had this name for almost two decades at this point.)

Nickname: SV

Zodiac Sign: cancer, but none of the cliches fit, tiger for the Chinese zodiac

Height: 1,63 m, which is what? 5′3″? for those who have yet to get with metric

Languages: German, English, Latin, some Spanish, a little Dutch, a teensy bit of Russian

Nationality: German

Favourite season: winter, though I’m very fond of autumn, too

Favourite flower: asters and dahlias

Favourite scent: horses, freshly baked cake, the clean smell of frozen air on a cold winter morning

Favourite animal: cats, dogs, horses, whales, sharks

Favourite fictional character(s): too many to count, especially as I’m typing this in a hurry before work XD

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: tea, black, in gallons; hot chocolate when I want to be cozy; NO COFFEE  (*high-fives @weepylucifer​*)

Average sleep hours: my body wants 9-10, but I generally try to negotiate it down to 8 (I have little enough free time as it is)

Dog or cat person: both, either; but I have cats at the moment

How many blankets do you sleep with: one, but it’s a nice big feather duvet

Dream trip: Anywhere it doesn’t routinely get warmer than 25°C. (I like the concept of deserts? All the wide open spaces and dunes... But the heat in most of them would kill me.)

Blog established: I honestly can’t remember -- the dawn of time? when was it we all left LJ in droves? 2012?

Followers: 144, but I suspect the vast majority are porn bots

Random fact: one of the things I wanted to become when I was a teenager was a 60s style folk/protest singer, and it took a lot of people gently (or not so gently) telling me I’m completely tone-deaf to discourage me. I still love singing, despite being atrociously bad at it.

Tagging: I’m already late for work, so: anyone reading this, blam, gotcha! :D

[calamitynight]

Yatori week 2018 - Remember Me {Day 6}

@yatori-week-2018

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Notes: It’s funny how I got this idea. My friend and I were having a conversation while we were discussing cosplays... She happened to have had a dream about this a long time ago. So I thought it would be perfect to write it into a story.....Time has passed since Hiyori had forgotten about Yato. He was now busy with Yukine trying to become a god of fortune, spending what seemed to be less time with Hiyori. With great fear she would forget about him again, she slowly starts taking his clothes bit by bit. This was her way of remembering him.

It was a hot summer day, one of those whose heat paralyzed people into staying indoors. The sun was blazing above and the guys were laying on the floor in front of the fans. Their bodies showcased them covered in sweat. They whined, groaned and complained about the hellish heat. No matter what they did nothing seemed to calm down the rays shinning from the sky. Hiyori sat in the corner with a fan hitting her as well. She had draped her body onto the table, her face slammed against the cold surface. She had began to spend every waking moment with the boys, but the weather was killing her. What she would give to be in an air conditioned house. Yet as she turned to look at both Yato and Yukine, she feared leaving their side. Yato had managed to pick himself up and throw his face onto the table. He showed an expression of satisfaction towards the cold surface. She watched and took in every detail of his. How long has it been? Weeks maybe...since she's forgotten about them. She didn't want to be reminded of those times. Yato had gone missing for weeks and she hated that in that small amount of time she had managed to forget about them. She wasn't different at all, she couldn't bare to let them know. They twist and turned in aggravation as if any of that was going to make things better. Then to many surprise Yato's cellphone began to ring. He lifted his arm above his head to read the incoming number. He hesitated but soon put the phone over his ear. He pushed himself up from the table, giving it a little smack as he slammed down his hand. In his palm he held his so called scarf, he could no longer bare it wrapped around his neck. He moved slightly to kick Yukine. The face he received was full of anger, irritation and hate. He seemed to have backed up a little from his response. 

"We have a job to do" He said with all of his might.

"Seriously?" Yukine pushed himself off of the floor. "Let's just hope the place has air conditioning" They both stood up from the floor and stretched. "You know you don't have to be here Hiyori"

"Oh, no it's okay"

"That's right! you have a house with great air conditioning. How about we rest there some time" Yato said happily. That was the first smiled he's let out since she's shown up.

"Don't use her for your comfort, Yato"

"It's not just for me you know!"

         Hiyori watched as they argued while they walked away to their new job. Usually she always went with them on jobs, but she couldn't bring herself to do this heat today. She pushed her face off of the flat table top as something caught her eye. It was that vibrant blue color, so hard to miss. She moved her gaze towards the other side of the table. There it was, his bright blue colored rag. He seemed to have left it behind, and she didn't blame him. She sat there for a moment with a knot in her gut. She didn't understand this urge that was suddenly building up inside of her. For some reason she couldn't take her eyes off it, she couldn't get herself to ignore it. She couldn't fight off the feeling, she had to take it.

The next day had arrived, it was just as hot as the last. It was noon when Yato finally realized that his fluffy fluff scarf was missing. He was ravaging through everything in his line of sight. No matter where he looked he couldn't find it. Finally irritated with him, Yukine began to look too.

"Where could it have gone? I left it on the table" Yato questioned. He scratched the top of his head in means to remembering, it was to no avail.

"If you ask me I think good riddance. The thing was atrocious"

"No! I feel naked without it" He began to tear up.

"Maybe Kofuku took it and put it in the wash or something. She probably smelled how much it stunk when you left it behind"

"That's right! I'll go ask her"

"Her and Diakoku left a couple of minutes ago. They couldn't take it in this heat"

"Ahhh! why why why!? I need my scarf!"

"It's only a rag, it's to hot to have it wrapped around anyway. I'm leaving, this is getting annoying"

"Wait! Where are you going?"

"Up to see Kazuma" He began to walk away from his crying god. Leaving him behind as he zapped up to Takamagahara.

         Hiyori walked along side her friends without a care in the world. The school was cool from the heat waves outside as they walked down the hallway. School was almost over and she watched as everyone around dreaded leaving the safety of the a.c. unit. She drifted away from their conversation as she always did. She watched outside the tall windows at the poor people forced to be outside right now. She didn't noticed her friends had stopped until she walked right into them.

"Earth to Hiyori" Yama waved her hand in front of her face.

"Hm? What's up"

"Oh nothing, just that you were spacing out again"

"I was afraid you might have one of your narcoleptic events" Ami admitted.

"You know since you're finally back into the conversation" Hiyori nervously laughed at Yama's comment. "What's with the rag tied onto your bag strap?"

"Oh, ah..." She looked down at Yato's scarf. Honestly she didn't know what to say. She had taken it without thinking and tied up to her school bag this morning. "you see..." She couldn't think of an excuse. "My mom has been complaining lately how I don't really clean, yeah! I don't do much chores, so this is a reminder that I have to start once I get home from school" She wanted to smack herself for telling such an awful lie.

"Could it be, has our Hiyori been slacking at home?"

"Uh, yeah..." She couldn't believe it, did they buy into that?

"That's hard to believe" Ami commented. "Why such a bright color?"

"I don't know, I guess something about this color caught my eye"

"Well we should get going back to class before the bell rings"

        Hiyori has never been so thankful that class was almost starting. She looked down at the rag and flushed in embarrassment. Why did she take this in the first place? As they walked away, she calmly untied it from her strapped and put the rag in her bag. As she grabbed it and folded it neatly, she let out a blush. Just one piece of fabric held onto his smell so strongly. It smelled so good to her, she dreaded putting it into her bag. Still she couldn't wait to see Yato again. She walked into Kofuku's house as she always had. She didn't see Yato downstairs and saw Yukine thrown in front of the fan in the corner. That was the one she was using yesterday, she was certain that it worked better than the others. She smiled as it appeared that Yukine had also figured that out. She took off her shoes and jacket, it was getting way too hot to wear it. She should really change into her spring uniform she thought to herself. Yukine appeared to be in some sort of bliss in front of this fan. It looked like he was asleep, but as she sat down he opened his eyes.

"Hey, Hiyori" he said in a low dried voice. He leaned over to grab the glass of water before him. "You really shouldn't come when it's hot like this"

"I want to hang around you guys, I find it better than being by myself" He had stood up and walked over to the kitchen as she spoke. Seconds later he came back with another cup of water. He set it down in front of her and went back to the fan. "You guys can come over to my place, you know"

"That's true, but with Yato being the way he is right now, well....I think that'll have to wait"

"What do you mean?" 

Steps pounded at the wooden floor as they ran down the stairs. Yato stopped at the entrance and turned to Hiyori. She grabbed a hold of her shoulders and looked at her with worried eyes. Tears soon filled them just as quickly.

"I can't find my fluffy fluff scarf" He cried out. "I looked everywhere, I teared our room apart" snot slowly fell from his nose. She turned back at her bag and then at him. "You don't happen to know what happened to it, do you Hiyori?"

"What? No, not at all" Why did she lie? it just came out before she could think of anything else.

"Kofuku has been really busy with the shop, so we haven't had any time to ask her" Yukine sounded irritated.

"Oh that's right, with it getting warmer more people walk by. Then this heat ended up being good for someone" She laughed nervously.

"Yeah, but with more people out that means more phantoms" Yato responded. "And I can't go out without my fluffy fluff scarf. It's my identity, it's who I am!"

"Oh shut up, you've been stalling all day. We have to go work now Yato. I'm sorry Hiyori, I know you just got here, but he's been slacking off for hours" He pulled on Yato's shirt. "Come on, I don't want Lady Bishamon picking up your slack, don't you know she has better things to do"

As she watched them walk away she took out her planner and wrote down her small note of the day. Both of them are sure starting to keep themselves busy. She was happy to see them, even if it was just for a little while, but was it enough? Something had began to feel off, like everyone was heading forward and she was stuck there. She was afraid if she kept moving she would forget again. Hiyori heard movement towards the kitchen and headed over to check it out. Kofuku seemed to be carrying a box out to the shop. She stopped as she noticed her right away and gave her a smile.

"Hey yori" She greeted happily. "Did Yato and Yukine just leave?"

"Yeah, they left just a second ago"

"Well that sucks. I know it's hot in this house, so I made Daikoku order some extra ice cream. I just put it in the fridge for them"

"That's very considerate, I will let them know" She grabbed a hold of the box in her hand, taking it from her. "Let me help you with that"

"Thanks Hiyori, you're always so nice to me"

"Not at all, it's the least I can do"

As she put the box down at its destination, she felt eyes on her. She turned back to meet with a smiling Kofuku. This smile was different than her usual smile, but it's a smile she's seen before. A smile that show cased that she knew something. Something Hiyori didn't want them knowing about.

"I chose to ignore it, but I heard Yato crying about how his scarf went missing" She commented. "You don't know anything about that?"

"No I don't"

"Then that's really strange, that's the first time anything has gone missing from our house. Well it's not like it belongs to us, but still Yato seemed very upset about it"

"I'll to look for it"

"That's very sweet of you, although you might not have to look very far"

"Oh really?"

"Mhmm, well I have to get to work now before Diakoku scolds me again. Thanks for the help, Hiyori" She pranced away without a care in the world.

        Hiyori stood there in disbelief as she held onto her chest. She knew Kofuku was cunning and she always seemed to know everything, but sometimes she truly could appear scary. Hiyori walked up to the attic where Yato and Yukine slept. As she stood at the door she was surprised how Yato really did destroy the room. The futons were thrown around with their sheets and pillows. Their one table was flipped upside down. Yukine's many outfits were thrown around the room. She let out a sigh as she began to clean up his mess. After picking up the beds and the table she proceeded to fold their clothing. She was preoccupied with Yukine's at first, but it didn't take her long to notice the black track suit on the floor. As she began to fold it, she let her hold on it linger. His smell was stronger coming from the jacket. It crinkled in her hands as she pulled it up to her chest. It took her a minute, but she did notice something off from before. Yato wasn't wearing his jacket when he came downstairs. She refused to let go of the track suit. Shaking her head in disbelief at herself she put the jacket down on the table. It was getting hotter by the day and Yato had began to leave his clothes off more and more. Hiyori had originally come upstairs to put his scarf back. She had failed terribly on that afternoon. 

"YUKINE!" Yato yelled out to his regalia. It was early in the morning, and all he wanted to do was beat the life out of his god. "I can't find my jacket" Yukine was amazed at how Yato continued without a care. "I've looked everywhere"

"What do you need that thing for? It's too hot for that" Yukine finally responded with death glare added to his expression.

"I can't find my scarf and now my jacket, what is happening!?"

"Maybe Kofuku  put that in the wash too. The room was clean when we came back yesterday, she must have picked it up"

"Yeah, that's true, but she's too busy for me to ask" He draped himself in defeat. "Wait! if that's true, wouldn't she had washed them together? And why wouldn't she tell me that she's doing it?"

"Look I really don't care Yato...Can I go back to sleep now?"

"Help me find them Yukine!"

It was a lovely Saturday morning, Hiyori was dressed in her comfortable home attire. She was thinking about giving the guys some space, and spending a day alone to herself. She ate breakfast with her parents, as she did ever morning. She walked them out as they left to head to work. The house was quiet and empty. Something about it made her feel a bit uneasy. Yet she sat down on the couch and watched a morning show. She figured this would distract her for the time being, but it didn't do that at all. She walked up the stairs, it sounded so hollow as her feet walked on their wooden floor. It was nice and cool inside, and she wondered how the guys were doing. Shaking her head she got the thought out of it, she was suppose to give them some space. They were working really hard, and she didn't want to get in the way. For some reason that left an aching feeling in her chest. She was afraid that if she didn't see them everyday she would forget, but that was too much of a burden on them, wasn't it? She headed to her bedroom and jumped on her bed. Her room was filled with a strong smell, her favorite smell. She calmly hummed in satisfaction of it, it was a lovely smell that only she could enjoy. Holding the rag tightly in between her fingers, she thought about the trouble she had caused for Yukine. Thinking back at this, she felt even worst for what she had done. He looked so tired and definitely annoyed with having to deal with Yato. What would say if he found out it was all her fault. She grabbed hold of the fabric beside her, it was thinner than she had imagined, and felt more comfortable than she thought it would. She sat down on her bed and used it as a blanket to put over her knees. She played on her phone for a little while, it was early in the morning, to believe she was already this bored. She hugged at it and wondered if she should just go over to Kofuku's house already. She voted against it, Hiyori stood up to go back downstairs. She draped the thing over her shoulders and as she started to slide her arms in, she heard her door creek. It wasn't long after till the door was fully opened and Yukine was staring right at her. With a panic she dropped everything that was in her hands.

"Hiyori-" He averted his eyes to the floor and back at her. "Those are..." He rubbed his head in disbelief and confusion. "Yato's jacket and his scarf, those are really it?" He said questionably. "But what are you doing with them?"

"I can explain!" she yelled out in a panic, exactly how was she suppose to explain this. "I was going to tell Yato, really"

"But why would you?" he picked the jacket and rag from the floor. 

"I-I don't know" he raised his eyebrow at her. 

"It's not like I don't find this weird or anything, but if there's something bothering you, you can talk to us" Hiyori let out a deep sigh and sat back down on her bed. "You know, I came here to escape from Yato, he was driving me insane looking for these"

"I'm so sorry"

"I didn't expect to find them with you, but maybe now he'll stop waking me up so early in the morning for a stupid track suit and wash cloth" now it was him letting out a sigh. "Why did you take them?"

"You two...you're working so hard and I feel like I barely get to see you"

"Has that been bothering you?"

"No! not at all, I'm happy Yato is working so hard...It's just ever since I forgot about you and Yato that one time, well I've been scared that it'll happen again"

"Why didn't you tell us?" his eyes softened as he looked at her. It gave her comfort, but made her feel worse about forgetting them. "That you forgot about us"

"I thought I as different, I always thought I would never forget. There was just no way I would ever forget you two, but I did. So I visit you everyday, but it hasn't been enough"

"What does this have to do with you taking these?"

"So I won't forget-I took them so I wouldn't forget"

        Yukine was shocked, but pulled her into a hug. It wasn't normal for him to do that, and he still blushed from embarrassment as he did, but he felt like she needed it. Yato sat outside of the window, he had planned to have just hoped in like he always did, but he decided against it. He was just as shocked to have heard where his belonging had ended up. He wanted to go in there, but something told him not to interfere. He didn't want to believe that Hiyori had forgotten about him, but he knew he had put too much pressure on her. He wasn't mad and after a while he wasn't upset either. He had bought a new track suit that day with the same color scarf, and he acted as if none of this ever happened. Hiyori had found comfort in his clothing and who was he to judge her for it. In all honestly a part of that fact made him very happy. 

It was almost Sunday afternoon when Yato decided to drop by her house. He walked in as usual without a care in the world. Hiyori's parents were at the hospital for work as always. So he found Yukine sitting on the couch watching t.v.. 

"Yu-ki-ne" He said in his regalias ear. Yukine jumped as he wasn't expecting it.

"Yato" He called his name angrily. "Don't do that, you idiot"

"Did I scare you?"

"What? Of course not!"

"Hehe, I totally did" Yato snickered out as he bullied him. He heard the sound of footsteps coming down from upstairs. He turned around to watch as Hiyori reached the bottom of the stairs. "Hiyori" He said happily. She looked at him confused as he had the blue rag tied around his neck. She was certain she still had it in her room. He walked up to her and smiled. "I could't find my things, so I just bought myself some new ones"

"O-oh" She obviously looked disturbed. "Actually Yato-" she was taken aback as Yato softly landed his hand on her head.

"Shh" He said softly. Her face flushed red as she blushed at him. "I hope whoever or whatever took my things is happy with them" He commented.

"But..."

"I'll work hard, that way everyone will remember me"

"What?"

"I'll work hard for you" He winked at her like he always did. "Don't you forget that" His teeth shined bright as he smiled at her. 

"Yeah" she responded with a nod of her head and a warm smile. "I won't forget"

She didn't question him as to how he found out. Hiyori didn't mind either, as she kept his scarf on her bed side and his jacket hanging by the door. It seemed strange at first to them all, but what a better way to remember him, than to have a piece of him always with her. Her room had become more peaceful and she had become more confident. She wouldn't forget him, she was certain of that, He was her god of fortune after all.