#last bit said with sarcasm if its not clear

[gemharvest]

Thinking about this person I saw who had a little dni segment that put "pro-kinkster" on the same level as zo*ph*le. Well-adjusted individual.

[lovelookspretty]

Imagine sweetheart reader x rafe where her friends and family including rafe tells her she deserves better and rafe gets insecure and hurt and reader is there to comfort him and they have sex.

sweet

rafe cameron x sweetheart!reader

warning(s): 18+ smut mdni ! oral sex ( fem receiving ) & penetrative sex, p in v, reader is assumed to be on birth control, fingering, praises, choking, possessiveness, rafe is primal as hell ( jk not as hell but yk )

authors note: i changed it a bit js so its both families saying this. but i hope u enjoy !! sweating nervously ( edit : STOP WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME I TYPED SARAH N WHEEZIES NAMES WRONG PLS )

“you just deserve, i don’t know . . . literally anyone else?” wheezie says, earning a laugh from sarah across the table. you’re unsure of what to make of it as you sit there quietly.

you’re seated with rafe’s family outside their home for lunch. ward insisted you join them that day, but with you there, sarah and wheezie thought it would be funny to tease you guys. half of it was actual teasing but the other half seemed a little too . . . real.

you’re unable to even eat comfortably with the comments your boyfriend’s sisters have been making.

sarah goes to continue what she was saying after she’s done laughing, “sorry y/n but—”

“can you guys just shut up?”

the table falls silent as everyone looks to rafe who’s seated beside you.

rafe stares at his sisters, not understanding what’s going through their minds to be such assholes today. “whatever,” he mutters under his breath and pulls the napkin off of his lap, throwing it on the seat next to him. he gets up to leave you all outside.

you feel awful as you see his sisters glance at each other, and you excuse yourself from the table to follow him inside. “rafe,” you’re calling out to him but it’s clear that he wants to go upstairs to his room. “rafe, baby.”

he stops at the foot of the stairs, his back still turned to you as he listens to his name being called. after a moment, he sighs heavily and slowly makes his way back up the stairs, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“rafe,” you whisper to yourself as you continue up the stairs to chase after him some more, and you find yourself in his room.

rafe is pacing back and forth, his mind racing with all the things his sisters said and how it made him feel. he hears the click of the door shutting and his heart rate picks up, hoping it’s you. when he glances at the entrance, you’re standing there with a small frown on your face.

“baby, i don’t think they meant anything they’ve said,” you insist, but rafe is clearly not convinced. “they were just joking around.”

“joking around?” he scoffs, his voice laced with sarcasm. “they say shit like that every time you’re here. jokes can only be funny for so long. and it fucking hurts, okay? it . . .” his eyes well up in tears as he looks away, trying to explain himself. he’s just frustrated. “fuck,” he hisses, leaning his head down to wipe his eyes with his fingers.

“it . . . it makes me feel like i’m not good enough for you, like you deserve someone better than me,” rafe continues, and you hold your own hand as you listen, upset that he has to feel this way. “and your parents said the same thing last week, remember? when we had dinner with them?”

his words bring back the exact memories you wanted to bury deep under. you feel all the more worse for him.

“yeah, and it fucking cuts deep, knowing everyone around us thinks i’m not good enough for you. that i’m holding you back or something,” he says, and sits down on the edge of his bed. “fuck, maybe they’re right.”

you shake your head as you approach the boy carefully, wanting to respect his boundaries but also wanting to be there for him.

you lower yourself down on your knees in front of him, and you reach forward to take his hand into yours, your eyes pouring into his.

“we are absolutely equal, baby. they’re all just stupid and rude! if anything, you’re too good for me,” you reassure him. “i promise you this rafe. we deserve each other.”

rafe looks at you, his eyes searching for any sign of doubt or uncertainty, but all he finds is your unwavering love and support. he’s always known you to be his number one, to be his comfort, and the sweetest little thing he’s ever touched.

he nods and pulls you in for a tight hug. “i love you darlin’,” he whispers, the name rolling off his tongue just right that makes you smile each and every time.

his hands wander further down before he’s scooping you up onto his lap and his muscular arms wrap around your body.

rafe is silent for a while, and he just buries his face in the crook of your neck, squeezing you tight against him. his mind is racing with the most discouraging thoughts that make him wanna sink into the floor or just punch a wall, but having you here keeps him anchored. his breathing calms as he closes his eyes and just feels you.

“i don’t deserve anyone better than you, rafey. i just deserve you,” your voice is a mumble as trace different shapes and patterns on his shoulder and back. “don’t even deserve you, you hear me? i love you.”

you pull away to peck his lips once or twice. his lips are soft like usual but his kisses back are just a bit rougher than yours. you’re able to giggle about it as you pull him back in for the real thing.

rafe kisses you back softly, glad that you always know how to reassure him. he loves you so much and he trusts you with his heart.

his hands slide up and down your back as he enjoys the kiss. he moans softly into your mouth as he deepens it slowly. you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso, and you pull him closer to you as you makeout.

rafe chuckles and happily wraps his arms around your waist in turn. he presses you closer as you keep on keeping on. he loves it when you get as passionate as he does.

you whimper when his hands begin to guide your hips on top of him naturally. you can feel yourself grinding down against him slowly but surely, and his hands squeeze at your hips. “want you,” you plead in between the kiss.

rafe grins and bites your lip a little harder before pulling away, making you moan. “and i want you too, baby. don’t worry,” he says as he stands up easily with you in his arms.

he sets you on the bed and continues to kiss you, mumbling back, “i’ll take care of ya.” his hands explore the hem of your dress before his hands are underneath your dress, feeling your every curve.

“fuck, you look so beautiful,” rafe says as he pushes your dress up higher and higher until it’s bunched around your waist. he leans down to kiss your stomach and then your hips before he looks up at you with those hungry eyes of his. “let me see your pretty pussy, sweetheart.”

you’re shy but you lift your legs up for him to take off your underwear before you pull your legs apart, the sun through his window hitting your pussy perfectly for his view.

“fuck, that’s it. you look so adorable giving yourself to me like that,” he breathes and leans down to kiss your inner thighs, his stubble rubbing against your delicate skin. he starts by kissing around your pussy before licking the inside of your thighs.

your hand reaches down to run through his hair. “rafe,” you moan out.

“do you like watching me, sweetheart?" rafe asks with a smirk before he finally licks directly over your folds. he loves that he can make you moan just by kissing you. it makes him even more determined to make you enjoy it.

rafe continues to eat you out, his tongue moving in and out of your pussy at a fast pace. he’s so hungry for your taste and he can’t get enough.

he pushes your legs further apart and buries his face between your thighs, his hand reached out across your body to choke you softly. you use both of your hands to hold onto his arm.

rafe smirks up at you from between your legs. “you taste so fucking sweet,” he praises, continuing to lap at your pussy. he loves how wet he’s making you and it only turns him on more.

rafe finally decides to slip a finger inside of you, pumping it in and out steadily. he loves how your pussy clenches around his finger, trying to keep him from leaving. “look at you, sweet girl. can you take another one for me?”

when you nod, he adds another finger to the mix, and you feel it stretching you out. rafe’s thumb moves up to tease at your clit.

“do you like that, huh?” he asks, knowing very well that you’re enjoying this. he leans back down to flick his tongue back and forth against your clit.

you can’t take the stimulation from both his fingers and his mouth. “want you inside of me,” you manage to say between whimpers.

rafe doesn’t hesitate to give you what you’re begging for. he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, but brings them up to his mouth and sucks on them so he could taste you fully. the look on his face after could be mistaken for him tasting a batch of your warm, homemade cookies, but instead it’s your slick.

he works on undoing his belt before he’s pulling his pants and briefs all the way down. his cock is thick and heavy, with pre cum adorning his red tip. he’s desperate to feel you.

rafe moves up your body so quickly you barely notice until he’s coming down over top of you, one hand keeping him up as the other lines himself up with your pussy. he guides the head to drag back and forth between your folds, teasing you before he guides his tip in.

he uses his body to push himself deeper inside of you until his skin reaches yours, bottoming out. his jaw hangs slack at the feeling of being inside you again.

rafe has always been very good at giving into his primal urges. his need for sexual release is only heightened by the desire to please you, the love of his life. he continues to thrust deeply into you, enjoying the tight, wet feeling of your pussy.

“you feel so fucking good," rafe growls into your ear, thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke. he can’t hold back, not even if he wants to. his hand comes up from his side and grips your throat, gently choking you as he fucks you.

your eyes roll to the back of your head. “mmh,” you moan as your hands find his wrist against to hold onto it. “deeper. please.”

rafe chuckles darkly, his free hand reaching down to rub your clit in tight circles as he continues to fuck you. “oh, you want me to fuck you deeper? my filthy little sweetheart who loves getting choked and fucked senseless.”

you nod rapidly.

“god, you’re so fucking hot,” rafe breathes out, his hips snapping against yours at a maddening pace. “you’re mine, you know that, right? mine to choke, to fuck, to worship.”

“i’m yours rafe,” you say.

just moments pass and you already feel your clit burn in pleasure as you get closer to your high. you feel like bucking your hips up to get a better angle to make it come faster but rafe just thrusts faster and deeper, listening to the sounds you two make. it’s like heaven.

“that’s right, you’re mine,” rafe says, his voice low and husky. “you’re going to cum for me like a good girl, aren’t you? gonna take every inch of my cock and cum all over it.”

rafe’s thumb on your clit speeds up, his other hand keeping you in a tight chokehold as he fucks you relentlessly. “come on baby. cum for me. let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze my dick as you cum all over it, hmph?”

the tip of his cock hits your g-spot at the right pace that you feel yourself let go. rafe can read your body well enough that when you cum, he speaks up again,

“yeah, that’s it, fuck, you’re so fucking pretty when you cum for me,” rafe grunts, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. “you like that, sweet girl?”

“i love it baby,” you cry out as you’re being overstimulated while he’s fucking the cream you made back into you. you’ve made such a mess on his dick but you have a few extra moments to relish in the feeling.

rafe’s face contorts in pleasure as he buries himself deep inside you, his cock twitching as he releases his load inside your spasming pussy. “fuck, holy fuck . . .” his voice is low and quiet.

rafe’s thrusts gradually slow down as he catches his breath, his cock still buried deep inside you. his grip on your throat loosens, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his body still trembling slightly from the aftermath.

rafe pulls out of you slowly, his cock glistening with your combined fluids. he takes the opportunity to plunge his fingers inside of your pussy one more time, while still warm and dripping. he curls his fingers at just the right angle before he pulls out of you again.

he brings his fingers to his mouth as he maintains eye contact with you, sucking one of them clean with a dirty grin on his face. he wants to make sure you’re seeing this.

“fuck baby. open up,” he mutters as he reaches out to you with his other finger that’s covered in your cum. “you just taste so sweet.”

[jyoongim]

i came across this reel and my immediate thought was "lucifer finding out alastor wanted to date his daughter" (not charlie ofcccc)

Morningstar!Reader x Alastor

>i switched it up a bit so it’ll be Lucidaddy finding out Alastor is dating his baby<

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“Just play it cool sis. Its just dad” you tried to reassure your sister, Charlie who was sweating profusely. You grabbed her hand and gave her a smile which made the older girl calm down a bit.

”Youre right! Its just dad…hahaha”

Vaggie had suggested that since the hotel wasn’t going like planned that Charlie should call y’all father. 

Who just happened to be the King of Hell itself.

Charlie shot it down, but you knew that your dad could help relieve some of the stress off the both of you.

So you had everyone in the hotel cleanup and promise they would be on their best behavior.

especially your boyfriend.

”Just be your charming self without the sarcasm please” You pouted up at the tall demon, who sported a smile as he hummed in acknowledgment at your words.

You were nervous to introduce Alastor to your father. You didn’t really have much experience with dating and the relationship between the two of you was as good as it was between him and your sister (slightly better because you’re his baby). You just wanted everything to be smooth enough to slip that you were dating someone.

Surely nothing could go wrong right?

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“Hi dad wel-OH!” Charlie wheezed as Lucifer pulled her into a big hug, squeezing the air out her lungs

”Charlieeee!” He gushed before his eyes caught yours.

You tried to avoid the bone-crushing hug, but your father was too fast; pulling you in as well.

”Oooh my girls how I’ve missed you!”

You missed how Alastor’s eye twitched.

You and Charlie squirmed out of his grasp, trying to regain your composures as you sucked air back into your lungs.

Charlie cleared her throat “Dad welcome to the Hazbin Hotel” she gave a wobbly smile as she showed the last minute decorated lobby.

She introduced all the residents so far and just as she was continue showing him around, Lucifer looked at the bar

”Oh! What in the unholy hell is that?” He looked to you

”babygirl tell me you didn’t approve of that?”

Before you could say anything, Alastor manifested by your side.

”I thought it adds a bit of color, don’t you think?” His smile was big, showing off his teeth.

Your dad grimaced, looking from Charlie to you to Alastor “who-who what are you the bellhop?” he asked.

Alastor laughed “haha! Oh no! I am the host of the hotel. Maybe you’ve heard my radio broadcast?”

Lucifer deadpanned “nope. Maybe that’s why the girls call it the ‘Hazbin hotel ahaha”

you and Charlie winced.

Alastor narrowed his eyes “It was actually my idea.”

”Oh? Well it wasn’t every clever” Lucifer challenged, making Alastor bend to his level ”Ahaha Fuck you” Alastor hissed.

You and Charlie got between the two, you frowning at Alastor, slapping his chest, while Charlie tried to distract dad.

”OoohOk! Dad Alastor here has been a big help.” She said trying to paint the Overlord in a more positive light. She looked at you as if to help plead her case.

”She’s right dad” you said with a smile “Without Alastor I don’t know how we would have gotten this far” you looked at the red demon smiling “he’s been good to us”

That was true. You have no idea where the hotel would be without Alastor’s help.

“These two lovely ladies have such optimistic hearts. I am more than happy to fulfill any desire they have” Alastor said, smiling down at you, wrapping an arm around you, pulling into his side.

Your father narrowed his eyes at the actions and growled lowly.

”uuuh huuuhh. Well-” he slapped Alastor’s arm with his cane and guided you and Charlie to the other guests to be introduced.

”how about you introduce me to your OTHER friends?”

When Charlie introduced Vaggie, you felt your stomach ball in a knot. “Oh you like girls THANK goodness!ahaha” Lucifer’s eyes caught yours, a nervous smile of his face “don’t tell me my baby is in a relationship as well?” Oh what a hopeful look he had.

You looked at Charlie, who gave you an encouraging nod, you cleared your throat, straightening up

”o-oh well about that…” you nervously laughed, looking down as you wring your hands.

A large hand grabbed yours to ease your nervous antic, and instead intertwined your fingers together. You look up to see Alastor standing behind you and bringing your interlocked hands to his lips and press them to the back of your hand. He smiled at you softly as he wrapped his other arm around you.

You looked over to see the King of Hell looking like he’s going to be sick. 

“Dad…Alastor isn’t just the host of the hotel…he’s also my boyfriend” you said smiling at your dad.

Lucifer went to say something, but your sister stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder “Dad she’s happy and i know Alastor looks like he’s up to no good which most of the time he isn’t   But he actually makes her really happy. Look”

The short king watched as the tall red demon gave you a squeeze, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead and nuzzle you. He saw how Alastor looked at you with complete devotion, while you looked at him with love in your eyes.

He sighed, bringing your attention back to him. He held out his hand, a tight smile on his face “nice to meet you”

Alastor grinned and shook his hand…before wiping it like it was the most repulsive thing “pleasure to meet you sir!”

You sighed a breath of relief. That wasn’t so bad.

”Tell me…you haven’t slept with my daughter have you?”

”DAD!”

”DAD!”

”what?! I can ask that!?”

”Your youngest has an insatiable sexual appetite”

”AL!”

”SAY WHAT!?”

[ashen-char]

needy 🔞

ship: max fox (better things) x gender neutral reader (insomuch as the reader uses a strap but there are no references to your gender identity/expression)

warnings: explicit smut, strap-on sex

summary: after you two talk about your sex life, your girlfriend has been even needier than usual. she wants you to strap her down.

word count: 2700+

notes: written as a continuation from you like that? 🔞 but can be read on its own. requested here

You can feel Max's stare on you. She’s lying on your bed, having flopped down right after walking in, moaning about how beat she was from work. Max likes to stride right in like she owns the place, flexing that you gave her a set of keys and that she can do whatever she likes. She's a cutie like that.

Being a hostess means a lot of standing around in heels and running all over the place to keep the tables in her section happy. Big smiles and being polite all the time - Max was great at it, but it wasn't for you.

You were at your desk, busy on your computer when she came in. She said she didn’t want to bother you, so you let her relax. Told her to kick her heels off and change into something more comfy. But now, it’s clear she wants your attention.

"What's up?" you ask, swirling your desk chair over to look at her.

A smile comes to your lips. Max had taken your invitation to make herself at home very literally, stealing one of your hoodies and sweats while her dress is now a crumpled mess on your bedroom floor. The oversized look works on her, making your girlfriend look all cozy and sweet.

"This is so sick," Max complains from her spot in your sheets. "I came over to be loved and this is what I get. Ignored. Neglected."

In a huff, Max grabs one of your pillows and hugs it tight, until her face is burrowed in it. She snuggles up to like it's an imperfect stand-in for you, with only half of your scent and your comfort. Because you're being so mean right now by being on the other side of the room. It's playful, but you know there's truth to it. After your very heated, very spicy discussion about what you two enjoy in bed last week - namely, that you like when Max tells you want to do - Max has gotten better at telling you what she needs. And right now, she needs attention.

It's a slow process. Learning that she can ask for anything in this relationship is one thing, but being encouraged to be outspoken is another. Max has loved leaning into it. She likes to interrupt your conversations for a quick 'kiss me' before going straight back into listening to you.

"Oh no. Whatever shall we do?" you tease.

To your sarcasm, Max lifts her head from the pillow and rolls her eyes at you. Max shifts, her impatience palpable. With a pout, she holds her arms up. "Give me love. Now."

And how could you refuse that? Shutting your laptop lid with a satisfying click, you make your way over to her. She grabs your hips the instant you're close enough, because to her, you're never close enough. She leans in and plants a passionate kiss to your mouth, clumsy, desperate, a needy motion that tells you how much she missed you.

Breaking the kiss, Max murmurs, "I've been thinking about what you said." When she pulls back, her big brown eyes peer into yours like she's waiting for a reaction.

"Uh, what thing specifically?" You let Max lead you into your bed. Joining her in your sheets, you can't help but laugh when she crawls onto you and wraps her arms around your neck.

"Well," Max says, shifting from her spot on your lap, but whether it's embarrassment or impatience you can't tell, "I'm talking about that thing about how you feel good when I feel good. That you'd be willing to, uh, be a bit rougher if I like it."

Right. You could tell your discussion last week affected Max - she was so wet on your fingers and tongue that night. No doubt your promise to give in to Max's pleasure-pain kink drove the girl crazy. It's not like you didn't know beforehand. She screamed and whined the prettiest when you got aggressive.

"Yeah, I remember. I've been trying," you say with a nod. When her eyes dart down, sheepish, you tilt her head back up so Max can look at you. "And what's the verdict? Has it been good, bad, not enough?"

"Good. Very good." Max nods to herself at that. "You don't need to worry about that."

You can tell just what memory she's thinking about when she grabs at the sheets and balls it up in her fists. Last night, you had Max sprawled across your bed, her legs draped over your shoulders. Head buried between them. Just working over her clit hungrily, lapping up her juices. Her hands were tangled in your hair the way she's wringing the sheets now, guiding your movements with little moans and groans, telling you just where to bring that tongue. Very good indeed.

"Alright. What did you wanna say about it then, if I don't need to be worried?" you ask eventually, breaking her out of her reverie.

"Well, you know how we bought that strap together last month, but we never had the chance to properly use it?" Max starts. She holds eye contact with you this time, those beautiful big brown eyes of hers staring you down. Maybe even daring you to deny her. "I want you to fuck me with it. Like hard. I've been wanting you to rail me, babe."

You want to. Obviously. And it's clear Max wants you to. "Look, trust me. I've been excited to try it too," you start. But something in you is still all protective and worried, just like the day she convinced you to buy it. It seemed too big. And if you were to go as rough on her as you want to, to dick her down properly? You're not sure she can take it. But you hold those words back, knowing Max would throw a fit if you were going too soft on her again. "I just-"

After a beat of you not answering, she tucks her bottom lip between her teeth before whining. "Come onnnn, it'll be fun. Don't tell me you've never thought about it."

"Of course I do!"

Max untangles herself from your hold, and for a second you half-worry she's just going to storm off. But instead, your lovely girlfriend positions herself flirtatiously on your bed, shifting to her hands and knees. "You don't want to hit this?" When she shakes her ass, you have to stifle back a moan.

"Oh come on, that's not fair," you breathe out. 

"No, baby. What's unfair is that I'm not being strapped to oblivion right now," Max retorts, "even though I waited all patiently for a month and I'm asking super nicely!"

It's cute. Only Max would think she's being patient and sweet when she's yelling at you. And you never could say no to Max. At least, not for long. Not when she juts out her bottom lip like that and gives you the puppy dog eyes. So you throw up your hands and stand from your bed.

"Fine, fine. I think I put it somewhere around here anyways," you grumble.

Going to your closet as Max quickly celebrates by herself, rolling around on your bed with that shit-eating grin on her face, you rifle through your stuff. Past the boxes and the messy pile of your clothes. Probably in the underwear drawer where you hide your toys.

You find the harness in your handy backpack, a more reasonably sized dildo still attached to it from last time (already clean! You're not gross!). The new dildo on the other hand, you find tucked deep in the back of one of your drawers. You step into the harness, replacing the old dildo with this new one. The silicone's weight tugs at the back of your hips as you adjusted the straps, not used to one this size. You wonder how Max will handle it. The thought makes you smile and once it's secure, you couldn't hide your eagerness.

"Oh, you're gonna be wrecked, babe," you chuckle from behind the closet door. "This new strap is a baddd idea."

"I love bad ideas," Max tells you. She sits on the edge of the bed, biting her bottom lip with a mix of anticipation and excitement. "Come and take me, baby. I want that huge cock of yours." You can hear the joke in her tone, but the word 'huge' is apt.

Shutting the door, you step out and let Max see what she's in for. It's honestly obscene. You had to switch out the ring of your harness to attach this new bad boy, since the base was too thick. The thickest part of it is the circumference of your wrist. Max's eyes widen. You wonder if she looks more nervous or thrilled. "Jesus."

"Yeah, I know." You move in closer, getting on top of your girlfriend until your breath is hot against her ear. "It's not too late. I could go and switch it for the normal one," you offer.

"Don't you fucking dare." Max playfully spreads her legs, showing off her pretty blue panties. "You know I've been wanting something bigger. It looks so sexy on you too," she whispers. 

You move further onto the bed until you're kneeling between her spread legs.  Taking the silicone in her hand, she grabs it by the base and starts rubbing it against her center. Teasing herself until a wet spot is visible in the fabric.

"Oh, fuck."

You can't tell if the next moan you hear comes out of her, as the engorged head of this thing brushes against her clit, or out of you as you watch her. She's gorgeous. She's filthy.

"I want this in me. Now." Max grips it and you tense up for a while like you were expecting to feel it. "So lay down. I'm gonna ride you."

"Your wish is my command," you say, doing just that.

You think you can hear Max's heart racing. You can feel her eyes staring down the massive equipment you've got on, lip tucked between her teeth, like she finds it so mind-numbingly sexy that you're gonna dick her down with something this ridiculous.

You tug her panties, soaked now after all that rubbing, and tuck it to the side, exposing her glistening pussy. God, you want to lick her out until she's begging for mercy. But that's not what Max asked for. Not today.

"You need to relax for this, baby," you instruct. Grabbing the bottle of lube beside your bed, you smear a healthy dollop on the head and along the shaft. "Go slow. Just to start, at least."

Max's eyes flit up to meet yours. You catch the slightest bit of protest, knowing Max was going to complain that you were being soft on her again. But your eyes tell her that you're serious, so she lets it go.

The tip presses against her entrance, parting her swollen folds. "Fuck...!" Max's eyes squeeze shut, her body trembling, her hand instantly reaching out and grabbing your hip.

With a shaky breath to collect herself, Max slowly starts pushing herself onto it. You watch as the head - your head, your strap, your cock - breaches her slowly but surely. Her nails dig into your skin, as the thickness stretches her.

It's never been this slow to start before. Usually, you could get right down to business, sliding your strap in to the hilt and making Max squeal. This has a different appeal. The way her body reluctantly, but still oh so needily, takes you in, shows every bit of your girl's greediness. It probably burns. Aches. But her pupils are so blown out due to her arousal that you know Max can't feel it, that she's adoring being stretched. A part of you wants to jerk your hips up and split her open. You know she'd fucking love that. But it's your job to be the reasonable one.

"You're so wet," you whisper.

Max lets out a shaky moan, a needy pathetic thing, her hands grasping onto you as she adjusts to the new sensation. She's taken the whole head now, and a little of the shaft. There's so much left to go and there's already a slight bulge in her tummy. "Shitttt, baby. 'm gonna cry," she tells you.

"Fuck."

Your hands go to her shirt, grabbing her, pulling her down until your lips capture hers. You can't take it when she's like that. You hate when she sounds hurt, your instincts telling you to remind her she can stop. Max sounds like she's loving it. Your greedy girl shifts, taking more, sobbing.

All you can do to support her is to hold her waist, guiding her. Eventually, after what feels like fucking hours, the full length of the dildo is nestled inside her, filling Max completely. You want to give her a break, a kiss as congratulations, to tell her you're proud of her or something. God, you don't know. You feel completely out of your mind right now and you can't even imagine how Max must be feeling. Max does the opposite. She grinds and rubs up against you, like she's whining that you're already hilted all the way inside her.

"Is it good?" you ask.

Max's eyes flutter open, meeting your gaze. A look of pure pleasure and contentment washes over her pretty features, her big brown eyes looking blissed out. "So good. Very good."  With a grateful smile, she nods to you, indicating her readiness to continue. "Hurry up and fuck me."

You lean in, nipping at Max's neck before starting a slow rhythm. You want to let Max's body adapt, after all, and you're hoping the bite will make her wait a little longer before she asks you to speed up.

From your hips, her fingers slide down to your ass, gripping you there as if willing you to thrust up into her harder. You oblige. As you start to put in the hip work, you know you're doing well when Max moans softly into your mouth and she arches into your touch. Her soft breasts press against yours.

"A-ah." A broken moan. A twitch. Max is enjoying this more than she usually does. "You're so big," she tells you in a breathless whisper.

"You're the one that chose the size," you remind. "Can't take it?"

Max shakes her head and starts to move her hips of her own volition. "No, I love it. Don't stop."

Going beyond meeting each thrust with her hips now, Max makes good on your word and starts riding you. She just couldn't help but take control, going from rocking her hips with yours in sync to grinding against your lap. It makes the bit of the strap that rubs up against you provide more friction, something you were sorely needing. You watch as every time you hilt in her, a bulge protrudes out, and you can't help but think about how you're rearranging her guts right now. How Max's body is accommodating you so well even with the dildo's size, that she needs your dick so much she'll go through the pain for it.

"I-I love you," she mumbles between kisses, the words slurred. "Oh, fuck."

Max's fingers make their way to her clit, rubbing in small furious circles as she rode the large dildo to oblivion. You can see the telltale signs. Her body quivers, the rubbing at her clit getting more insistent. You don't even need the "I'm close!" that escapes Max's lips, already prepared for when she gasps and her pussy clenches around you. You can basically feel it. She's clenching you, not some cheap silicone, milking your cock for all you've got.

"That's it, baby," you say. "I'm here." You let her ride out her orgasm, shoving your cock up into her in time with her shaking, biting and kissing and biting her neck some more. You can feel the waves and waves of ecstasy wracking her body. Grinding your hips against Max, you intensify the experience for both of you.

And finally, when the tremors subside, Max collapses onto your body, panting heavily against your chest. You slip the strap out of her, making Max make a small whimper of protest. "I love you too," you tell her.

[blueysobssesions]

You two were too loud last night >:(

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Albert Wesker, Jake Muller. Piers Nivans, Luis Sera (YES IM ADDING HIM IN)

Leon Kennedy

Waking up from his slumber, he felt his body feel warm when he noticed you sleeping close to him. He smiled as he remembered the previous night's events ;) He knew that he had found someone special and couldn't wait to see what the future held for the two of you.

His hand made its way to your cheek, caressing it softly while looking at you. He couldn't help but feel grateful for having you in his life and wonder how he got so lucky. As he continued to admire your peaceful face, he made a silent promise to himself to cherish every moment with you. His lips made contact with your forehead; you shuffled a bit, but your eyes were still closed. You slowly opened your eyes and smiled at him, feeling his love radiating from his touch. The warmth of his kiss made you feel safe and loved as you snuggled closer to him. "Well, good morning, beautiful," he whispered in your ear, making you giggle and bury your face in his chest. "So, uh, last night was... amazing," he said while stroking your hair. You looked up at him and smiled, feeling your cheeks flush. "Yes, it was," you replied softly. The two of you started to slowly drift off until someone barged into the room. Startled, you both turned to see who it was, only to find your Hunnigan standing at the doorway with an annoyed expression on her face. You quickly sat up and tried to cover yourself with the blanket while Leon awkwardly cleared his throat. Oh, and yeah, both of you were naked. Hunnigan's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the scene before her. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," she said with a hint of sarcasm, making both of you blush even more. "Jeez, would you knock next time?" Leon said before his head hit the pillow. Hunnigan chuckled at Leon's reaction and replied, "Sorry, I didn't know you were busy with such intense activity." She then took one step to your bedroom, still grinning mischievously. "W-what are you doing here?" you asked, still covering your naked body with the blanket. "Just want to remind the both of you that breakfast is ready, and next time, keep it down?" She winked at you before turning around and walking away, leaving you blushing and embarrassed. You couldn't help but feel grateful for her lightheartedness in what could have been an awkward situation. "I knew she would hear us..." you sighed before looking at Leon. "It's not my fault that I made you scream." Leon said, he was teasing you. You chuckled, feeling relieved that she didn't take the situation too seriously. "Well, I guess we'll just have to be more careful next time," you said with a smile. "I can't promise you that, sweetheart," he said before sitting up on the bed. You watched as he stretched his arms and let out a yawn. "But I promise to make it worth your while," he added with a wink, making you blush. You shook your head playfully, knowing that Leon always had a way of making you feel better.

Chris Redfield

“That..that was amazing,” he said breathlessly, before plopping down to bed. Both of you were breathing heavily. The adrenaline rush was still coursing through your veins as you lay down next to him, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. You exchanged a knowing glance, silently acknowledging the incredible experience you had just shared. “We should do that again next time,” he smirked, looking at you, and you just laughed. “What? I'm serious!” he replied. "I know you're serious, but it's just funny to see you smirk like that." He shrugged and said, "Well, I had the best sex, and I think we should definitely do it again." He was the next to laugh. You couldn't help but agree that it was the best sex that you had in a long time, but you weren't sure if you wanted to do it again with him because he was REALLY ravaging you through the night. You weren't complaining, though. You snuggled closer to him. “Did I hurt you…?” he asked you worrisomely. You smiled and shook your head, assuring him that you were fine. You were just enjoying the aftercare of the intense experience. Your eyes were starting to slowly close until a knock was heard from the door. The two of you looked at the door with curiosity until someone said, “Hey, it's me. Leon?” Chris groaned loudly, “The fuck do you want?” Leon hesitated for a moment before responding, “Are you two alright there?” he asked, and the both of you were confused. Chris rolled his eyes and replied, "Yeah, we're alright. Why'd you ask?" a few seconds of silence were made, “Uh, nothing. I just wanted to let you know that we heard everything, so…" You and Chris exchanged a look of embarrassment as you realized that Leon and the Others downstairs must have overheard your, ehem, "activity. " You felt embarrassed and exposed, wishing you could just disappear. “Yeah, that's all. Welp, time for me to continue drinking again,” he said laughingly before walking away from the door. You tried to say something, but your words got stuck in your throat. You and Chris knew that this would be the talk of the crew for a while.

S.T.A.R.S Albert Wesker

“You're leaving already,” you whined. Seeing Albert getting ready, he said, “I'm sorry, my dear, but Chris and the others need my help.” Albert sighed and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out the door. You sighed. Aftercares aren't really present after you two have sex, but Albert always has ways to make you feel better. “Good morning, captain!” Redfield greeted him with a nervous smile and a small tint of pink dust on his cheek. Captain Albert returned the greeting with a warm smile and said, "Good morning, Don't be nervous; we're all on the same team here," he said. “Ah, n-no, I'm not nervous.” Chris cleared his throat and tried to compose himself, but the blush on his cheeks gave him away. “It's just that…” “Chris heard you having sex with y/n.” Barry appeared out of nowhere and said that. Redfield nudged his shoulder as he stuttered, “I-idiot!” Albert raised an eyebrow in surprise but quickly regained his composure and said, "Oh?" He glared at Chris, who immediately got scared. Barry's sudden revelation left everyone in the room feeling awkward and uncomfortable. Albert's reaction showed that he was not pleased with Chris' behavior and was ready to confront him about it, but he didn't. “Were we that loud?” he asked him, and Chris didn't know what to say to him but just looked at him. He regrets going to his office. “Y-yeah… I'm really sorry if I listened, and I know it was weird! I just didn't know why I did that.” Albert sighed and decided to let it go. “You really made her exhausted, huh?" Barry teased Albert and got a death glare from him. "I don't want to talk about it anymore," Albert replied sternly. "Let's just drop the subject and move on."

Jake Muller

"Jake…! We’ve been doing it for the past hour! I'm tired!!" You whined and complained, but Jake only made a smirk. His stamina seemed never-ending, and you wondered if you could even keep up with him. He was on top of you, as you were beneath him. “C'mon, I promise this will be the last,” he said, going down and kissing your neck, making you let out a small moan. “No… I can't even feel my legs.” You said, trying to catch your breath. He chuckled and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips before getting off you. “Fine, you can take a break, and we will continue this,” he said, adding a wink at you. “Jake, no.” You glared at him, and he only laughed and said, “I'm joking." You sat up and tried to stand, but your legs were indeed numb. You leaned back on the bed and let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the break. “I can't even stand!” you whined and looked at him again with furious eyes. He smirked. “That's the point, isn't it?” God, sometimes he was so annoying that you want to punch him in the face. “At least, give me some water. How about—just as you were about to finish your sentence, the door slammed so suddenly, making the both of you startled. Pierce had an angry face and eyebags beneath his eyes. You quickly covered yourself with the blanket while Jake took his shirt and put it on top between his legs quickly. “The hell, man!? Knock at the door!” He yelled at Pierce. “You Idiot! Can you be gentle when you guys are doing it? I couldn't even fucking sleep when I keep hearing loud bangs!” He was then the next to yell at Jake. You quickly got embarrassed, covering your face with both of your hands and saying, "Im sorry; I didn't realize we were being so loud. We'll make sure to keep it down from now on. " You apologized; gosh, you wanted to disappear. This is so embarrassing how Pierce heard the both of you last night. He sighed and shut the door before leaving. “He… He heard both of them last night! Gosh, it's so emberassing…!” You whined, “So? He could tell that I was making you feel good last night” You blushed and rolled your eyes and said, "Well, I wish he didn't have to hear it. It's just awkward now." He chuckled and wrapped his arm around you, saying, "Don't worry about it. It's not a big deal." you groaned and slightly nudge his chest with you elbow making him laugh. What does he mean ‘It’s not a big deal'? Pierce would talk about this to Chris! and the others would tease you endlessly! Damn you Jake!

Pierce Nivans

Piers slowly opened his eyes, seeing the sunshine streaming through the window and feeling the warmth on his face. He looked down, seeing you were still sleeping. Usually you wake up before him, but considering how exhausted you were last night, you were hella tired. Piers smiled softly, kissing your forehead. He decided to let you sleep a little longer and quietly got out of bed to make some breakfast for you as a surprise. After making breakfast for you, he wrote a note saying, "I hope this breakfast makes your day a little brighter. Take your time getting up, love. I'm going to work now :)" He smiled as he read the words that he wrote on the sticky note before leaving. The office of Chris Redfield was just one room away from yours. Pierce opened the door and saw Chris looking out the window "Good morning, Captain," Pierce greeted him. "What's today's mission?" he asked. Chris turned around and smiled at him. “Good morning, Pierce. Today's mission is to investigate a possible B.O.W. sighting in the outskirts of the city,” he said as he sat down, and Pierce only looked at him and nodded. “Alright, I'll inform the others,” he said before walking towards the door. “Hey, Pierce,” Chris called out, causing Pierce to turn back around. “How are you and Y/N both doing? Just asking,” he said, with a smile on his face. Chris doesn't usually talk about or ask about your relationship until now, so Pierce smiled back at him. “We're doing just fine, Captain,” he replied, feeling grateful for Chris's interest in their relationship. “Thanks for asking. “ “Did you two have fun last night?” Pierce's eyes went wide at his sudden question. A small pink dust appeared on his cheeks, making Chris laugh. He could see that Pierce was embarrassed by his question: ”You guys were really into it last night.” Pierce blushed even more. “Ah, sorry if I brought that up.” . . . Were the both of you got too loud last night…?

Luis Sera

“They definitely heard us, Luis,” you groaned as you snuggled closer to him. He chuckled, “And?” "I don't know, it's just embarrassing," you replied with a sigh. "You know Ashley would tease me all day long," you joked, "but who cares? We were just having fun and enjoying the moment," Luis said with a grin. "I was enjoying you, querida," he said, wrapping his arms around you You felt a warmth spread through your body as he held you close. You couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for this moment with Luis. The two of you were supposed to wait for Leon and Ashley, but Luis couldn't help himself when the two of you were all alone. You gently pulled away from him, saying, “I need to check on the both of them; they might have injuries”. Luis whined, and you giggled. “I'll be right back,” you said before pecking his lips. You dressed yourself and made your way to the other room, where Leon and Ahley were. You found them both unharmed and relieved. “I'm glad the both of you are safe and unharmed,” you said in relief. "Are you both okay?" you inquired of them. Yeah, they were fine… But the question is, Are you alright?” Ashley said, Giggling. looking at your messy hair. You blushed in embarrassment and couldn't help but stutter. “Yeah, I'm fine,” you said while looking away “Luis just couldn't help getting his hands on you, does he?' Leon teased. You rolled your eyes and playfully punched Leon's arm, ”I tried to top him alright!". Ashley and Leon laughed, teasing you even more.

[gemstone-roses]

I’ve really enjoyed your Hannibal fics and I was wondering if y could do one with fem reader when Hannibal and them get in a argument and he tries to woo her with gifts and stuff but it doesn’t work so he sets up like a really cute picnic or something xx thank you 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Hi! Thankyou so much! I enjoy writing them!

Warnings: bit of angst, fluff, kissing.

Reblogs and comments much appreciated thankyou🥺

He realises he's fucked up about three seconds after the door shuts, he steadies himself on the counter.

He can't even remember what you had been arguing about, but he remembers the moment the words left his lips before he could stop himself.

And your reaction hurt him the most.

You didn't yell, you didn't shout, scream, tell him he went too far, you just calmly said,

"Well then, I think I'll go now".

There's no attitude in your words, no sarcasm, no fight.

And hannibal realises then he's really done it.

He hesitates to call, it takes everything in him not to pick up the phone but he knows its what you need.

He starts with flowers. They appear on your desk, they are far too grand for you to feel comfortable displaying them, and he knows that, but he's not thinking with all his usual consideration right now.

He knows the gifts he's been sending probably didn't go down well, because your still not talking to him.

He even saw you pour the coffee he had left for you down the sink.

Deep down hannibal knew buying you gifts to apologise would never work, so when his mind has cleared slightly, he can think a bit clearer, he knows exactly what to do.

Instead of finding a gift at your desk today, you found a note. Handwriting out of a fairytale, you knew it was from hannibal.

It said to meet him on the top of the hill you'd spent your summer evenings on.

You loved it, there was a single cherry blossom tree at the top, and when the wind blew and the petals fell, you felt serene up there.

You walk the path up to the hill, your mood towards hannibal had long gone, you were just waiting for him to come -with a bit of grovelling- back to you.

You reached the top of the hill and hannibal stood from the blanket he'd laid out and walked towards you.

"Hi darling" he whispers, relief washing over him, because you showed up.

"Hi" you smile.

"I, I made some food, your favourite" he smiles and you think you might melt because here is hannibal, tripping over his words, apologising.

"Ooh, good, I'm starving" you laugh.

Hannibal wraps his arm around your waist, tenativley.

You lean into his embrace and he holds you tighter.

"Im sorry" he kisses the top of your head.

"I know" you say

"Truly, I should not have said what I did, and I hope you can forgive me" he says, his hand stroking up and down your side.

"Hannibal, we've all said something we shouldn't have done at one time or another, myself included" you assured him.

"I know but- "it still leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be" you say. And hannibal smiles. He ushers you to sit down and grabs a bottle of your favourite sparkling drink.

"Here darling" he offers you a glass and you stretch your legs out on the blanket.

"Thankyou, this is beautiful". You whisper, tilting your head back to look up at the canopy of the cherry blossom tree.

"Much better than that horrendously over the top bouquet you sent me" you jibe at him, hannibal leans back with you and laughs.

"Sorry about that" he says, and he leans his head forward just a tiny bit as if to indicate he really is sorry. You place your free hand on his chin, placing your drink down behind you.

You lean into him, catching his lips in a kiss. Hannibal props himself up so he's able to grasp your face with his hands.

He kisses you like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

He breaks the kiss eventually, leaving you breathless.

"The food is going cold" he whispers, hand running across your jaw.

Finally, hannibal hands you a plate of the food, smiling.

"Thankyou, you say" the stunning picnic he's put together warming your heart, and hannibal, is forgiven.

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter five

close to home | chapter five

plot: Daryl and the reader experience a bit of trouble on the road before arriving at the prison, where the reader gets quite a surprise

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,881 Warnings: violence, blood A/N: thanks for reading!

It was silent as you and Daryl drove through the old deserted neighborhood. The sun was steadily rising, and it was already warm; the day would be warmer than usual, and you wanted to die at the thought. You’d already moved your hair into a ponytail, and sweat was sticking your shirt under your arms. 

You directed him to get onto the northbound extension and were soon flying down the road. The wind whipped around your hair, and every so often, you looked back to check on Tora. You wouldn’t hear her meowing over the wind, but you knew she was. You chuckled as you turned around, lifting your feet on the dash. 

“What?” Daryl asked you. 

“Nothing, it’s just been a really weird twenty-four hours.” You said, looking up at the clear blue sky. There was no sign of the storm last night. 

Five minutes later, though, you believe that thought jinxed you. Half burnt from a lightning strike, a huge pine tree lay across the double-lane highway. Pine needles and debris from the storm covered the asphalt. You sighed loudly and unstrapped. “I don’t think we can move this ourselves,”

Daryl gave you a look that told you he didn’t get your sarcasm again and moved to get out of the car. 

“Damn guard rails won’t let us drive on the grass,” He swore, spitting onto the ground. 

“We can double back to the past exit,” You said, jumping down and walking towards the tree. “Poor guy,” You looked sadly at it.

“Poor us,” Daryl corrected you.

You rolled your eyes and were about to say something when those familiar groans caused your stomach to drop. You went to grab your machete, but you’d stupidly left it in the car. 

“Your four o’clock!” Daryl yelled. 

You turned around and saw about half a dozen dead ones roaming out of the forest. “Ah, shit,” You cursed, looking around for any weapon. There was a branch the size of your forearm on the right, and you grabbed it just as one of the dead ones reached you. You quickly dodged it, hitting the back of its knee with the branch and then ramming it into its head. When it dropped dead, you saw Daryl handling three alone and another two headed toward you. 

You barely had time to react to the second dead one dropping to the ground, half its brain missing and dead on the ground, when the other one slammed right into you. Your head hit the ground with a smack as you held off the dead one with your forearm. 

“(Y/N)!”

The branch had been knocked away, and you reached for it a few times before accepting that it was out of your reach. You groaned loudly and struggled against its strong arms. When it was alive, he must’ve towered over six feet.

“Daryl!” You yelled.

“I got ya,” 

The head was pulled back, and a knife went through its skull. Blood dripped down on your face, and you winced, trying desperately to pull yourself out from underneath the heavy, decaying body. 

Tora’s high-pitched wail caught your attention, and you looked up to see a walker bending into the car, reaching for the carrier. 

“No!’ You screamed loudly, running towards the dead one. You collided with it and went flying down. With its attention on you, you quickly pinned down its arms with your legs and grabbed its head, pulling as hard as you could. With a sickening crunch, its head came clear off and went flying in the opposite direction. 

With the body not a threat, you moved toward the car to check the carrier, which was completely undisturbed. You sighed with relief and then noticed the blood coating your hands. When you turned around, Daryl was staring at you. 

“That was close,” You said, reaching into one of the bags to grab a water bottle and two of the only towels you have. After quickly washing away your face and hands, you handed the towel to Daryl, but he shook his head. 

“Gotta hit the road,”

***

Turning back around added another twenty minutes onto your trip, but you quickly started to recognize where you were. Your stomach tightened in nervousness, and you picked at the dried blood in your fingernails. 

Daryl seemed to pick up on your anxiety. “Don’ gotta worry. They’ll be cool with ya, might have to feel ya out first but it’ll be good. We need more people to help. We got a man who got bit the day before last. He might not wake up. We need more.”

You nodded but didn’t say anything. The sun was now high in the sky, beating down on you. Sweat was dripping on the bridge of your nose. The wind helped, but it was like blowing hot air on you. 

“I trust you, Daryl,” You finally said, “It’s the others I’m worried about….” He nodded but didn’t say anything. “Next exit. You’ll probably know how to get there from here.” 

You were right; once off the exit, Daryl knew how to return. Your stomach twisted in more anxiety, and you felt like you were going to throw up. As the prison tower came into view between the trees, you wanted, more than anything, to turn around and go back to the treehouse. But that was well over twenty miles away, and you and Tora nearly died getting here. 

The gates appeared, and Daryl honked the horn a few times. You saw a kid at the gate who hesitated briefly before opening them up. Daryl slowed the car to a stop and glanced at you. “Be aight,”

You said nothing before slowly getting out of the car and looking at the kid. His gun was locked and loaded, but it wasn’t raised. 

“Who’s this?”

“Your father back? Glenn and Maggie?” Daryl asked. 

The kid hesitated briefly before nodding, “Got back early this morning. They are getting ready to go out looking for you. Who is this?”

“I’ll look the gates up. Go get your dad for me.” Daryl said. 

The kid tossed Daryl the keys and eyed you carefully before taking off up the hill and toward the prison. You swallowed thickly and went to check on Tora in the back. She must be getting warm with the hot sun on her in the carrier. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.” You softly cooed to her. 

A sudden commotion at the gate caused you to freeze, and you heard a few people yelling. You turned around to see guns raised at you. You took a step forward to block the carrier with your body. 

“Aight, aight, everybod’ calm down,” Daryl said, moving to stand in front of you and the man with the gun. “Rick, this is (Y/N). She was in the town when we lit that fire, scavenging for supplies like us. Probably woulda run into her too. I saw her runnin’ out and thought she was you from a distance. We got pushed further and further away, damn walkers were everywhere,” 

Rick didn’t say anything as he stared at you, clicking the gun. “Why’d you bring her back, Daryl? You know what we gotta do.” 

“Nah, not this time,” Daryl said, “She saved my life. She helped me. She a good person, Rick. She got supplies, medicine, man,l and she got food. She was gonn’ be a doctor before.”

You leaned against the car, watching two other guys with guns. They were following Rick’s lead. You looked back at Rick, who was still staring at you.

“This was her car. Her supplies. She brought me back,” Daryl said, lifting his hand to lower Rick’s weapon. “She’s aight, I wouldn’t bring her back if I didn’ think so.”

“Glenn?”

Everyone’s attention turned back toward the woman walking down the dirt hill. A rifle was squared on her shoulder, but when she saw you, her steps stilled. “(Y/N)?

Your eyes widened as you realized who was standing there. Your mouth opened but no words came out. Hot tears pricked your version and you wanted to take a step forward but there were too many guns on you. “Maggie.”

Maggie dropped her rifle and ran past Glenn and Rick, throwing her body onto yours and hugging you tightly. Her body shook with sobs, and your wall of anxiety fell, and you wrapped yours around hers. 

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on here?” Rick said impatiently. 

But you and Maggie ignored him, and she pulled away, looking at your tear-soaked face, and grabbed your shoulders. “I tried to call you guys a million times. Atlanta fell so quickly, and I couldn’t… I didn’t know how to… I thought you were…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” You said, “I did too,” You pulled her in for another hug before your eyes widened, and you looked back. “Beth, Uncle Hershel, Annette…” Your voice trailed off. 

“The farm was overrun. Beth and Dad are here. We’re the only ones. What about you? Liam?”

Your eyes dropped, and you shook your head, “He died saving me, Mags,” You cried, “We were cornered. I couldn’t get to him… he got torn apart right in front of me,”

Maggie immediately wrapped her arms around you and tried to shush your sobs. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re here now.”

You took a deep breath, and it felt like you were alive again for the first time. Like you weren’t some animatronic that did all of its daily tasks because you were designed to, not because you wanted to. 

“Maggie,”

At the sound of her name, Maggie took a step back and looked toward her family. “This is my cousin (Y/N). Her dad is the older brother of mine. She’s family. Lower your weapons.” 

There was a bit of hesitation, but they finally did. With the commotion mostly over, Tora made her presence known and meowed loudly, demanding to be let out. 

“Oh my God,” Maggie laughed, “Of course you got the cat.”

“Damn near died for it today, too,” Daryl said, the first to intrude on you and your cousin’s conversation. “It’s a good cat. Knows how to hunt.” 

Rick approached the car and looked around skeptically, unsure what to think. He poked and prodded through a few things before opening a box with the baby supplies you’d brought. He pulled out a onesie and looked at you. 

“Daryl told me you got a baby comin’,” You said, “I can’t imagine it’s easy finding stuff like that. I wanted to make sure I had a piece offering,”

Rick stared at you briefly before turning to Daryl and nodding once. “Let’s get these supplies inside. I’d like to hear more about how you and Daryl met if that’s alright with you,”

“Rick, she’s family,” Maggie said, “We grew up together, I trust her.”

“It’s okay,” You said, glancing between them. “I’ll answer anything you want to know. After I see my cousin and uncle.”

[amourisms]

souvenir.

summary : you’ve always hated wally, especially his tendency to collect souvenirs and moreso to leave them around the secret sanctuary… though you don’t exactly mind him collecting one more.

pairing : wally west x fem!reader

warnings : unprotected sex, semi-public sex ( kitchen ) oral ( m rec ), facefucking, a lot of verbal teasing / banter and i forgot everything else so yeah

wc : 2.2k

a/n : sorry it took me so long to get this fic back up after accidentally deleting it but it is finally here!! again, this is inspired from the young justice universe but isn’t particular to yj.

read part two here !

"you've got to be kidding me." you spoke under your breath as you stumbled over the unmistakable bunched up fabric that was a piece of count vertigo's cape. with your general annoyance at wally and his tendency to leave a mess around the base, you stormed into the kitchen, undoubtedly where he would be. his eyes were focused, scrounging through the fridge and unaware of your presence. he'd gotten a cold bottle of water and closed the fridge, jumping at the sight of you.

"are you trying to give me a heart attack?" he asked, the shock wearing down.

"are you capable of not leaving your mess everywhere?" you retorted and mocked holding up the souvenir, making him roll his eyes whilst unscrewing the bottle's cap.

"it's not that big of a deal." wally shrugged taking a sip from his water bottle.

"if it's not that big of a deal, then you surely wouldn't mind me tossing it out, right?" you asked knowing his answer.

"you can't chuck it out." he said, his teeth slightly gritted.

"then stop leaving your dumb souvenirs just laying around." you told him with finality clear in your tone.

"you're such a control freak." he muttered with his lips pressed around a single edge of the bottle's opening. 

on the verge of losing your temper, you tossed the cape piece at him, hitting him straight in the face murmuring a small "whatever" and began walking off. though the act proved useless seeing as wally had managed to super speed in front of you, trapping you. 

"a bit rude to walk away from a conversation, isn't it?" his voice just dripping with sarcasm. 

"just let me leave." you told him straightforwardly with an attempt of walking around him although that only left you trapped between his arms and the counter behind you. your breath faltered, realising the proximity between the two of you and you'd be surprised if he hadn't of noticed seeing as he'd been eyeing you down. 

just as determined to intimidate him as he had been you, you began to stare him down as well, looking into his undeniably gorgeous greens. he had stepped closer in an attempt to unnerve you, and you almost would've been had the counter not been behind you to keep your knees from wobbling. the moment seemed to last forever, giving you the chance to analyse features you hadn't of noticed before like his stupidly perfect freckles and his stupidly fitting smirk and his stupidly soft-looking spiky red hair.

god, you hated him and his stupid face.

a bit lost in the thought of him and a little in his eyes, you weren't able to pinpoint the moment his lips pressed against yours or the moment he lifted you up onto the counter behind you. 

wally had nudged himself between your legs, his hands holding onto your hips tightly. your hands had found its way to his head, one resting on the nape of his neck and the other roaming his hair, which was in fact as soft as it looks. he had managed to slip his tongue through your lips, making you shuffle closer to him, making you more desperate for him. 

he chuckled at your actions, the vibrations only making you more needy. your hands left his neck and hair and travelled to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it. understanding your intentions, wally broke the kiss and peeled his shirt off in a singular smooth motion to reveal his lean yet muscular body. instead of returning to the kiss he began kissing your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin. 

wally tugged at your shorts, though before he could do anything you gently placed your hand on his wrist, stopping him. he lifted his eyes to meet yours though keeping his lips hovered over your neck, his furrowed brows questioning the action. 

"what if they hear?" you ask with unintended innocence, which frankly only turned him on more. wally continued placing kisses on your skin, that was sure to leave marks. 

"well that depends on you. i know how to keep quiet, do you?" he asked rhetorically, placing a kiss between the sentences, sucking on your sweet spot after the last question which in turn made you moan.

you blush and slap a hand over your mouth, only being able to muffle the embarrassment as he chuckles at your sounds. 

he brings his face to yours and brings your arm down with one of his. the gesture letting you take the opportunity to shuffle off the counter and trail kisses down his torso, your knees bending as you go further along until you're fully down on your knees. your fingers played with the band of his sweatpants, which failed to hide his hard on. in an attempt to regain control, you looked up at him with faux-innocence as you bought his sweatpants down slowly. taking your precious time, you just as slowly bought down his boxers to reveal his large length as he stepped out of both pieces of clothing.

you lick the underside of his dick from the base to the tip at a teasingly slow pace, making him emit a groan. "thought you could keep quiet?" you question with doe eyes filled with sarcasm, your hand continuing to stimulate him at the same pace as your tongue. he does nothing but roll his eyes, which he continues to do when you swirl your tongue around his tip in a smooth motion. 

finally you take as much of him into your mouth as you can making him grunt, your hand taking care of what your mouth can't. you continue bobbing your head on his cock whilst trying to find his hand. upon finding it, you bring it to the back of your head, in which he grabs a fistful of hair and yet again, understanding your intentions he begins moving your head back and forth. 

both your hands find a resting place on his thighs, as to not lose your balance as he moves your head faster but with every few or so thrusts he slows, making himself fit at the back of your throat which makes you gag slightly. "look at you," he starts, "finally putting that mouth of yours to use." emitting a deep laugh, now mercilessly fucking your throat. tears stream down your face from his rough force, spit slips out the corner of your mouth and your grip on his thighs tighten as he only gets rougher the closer he gets to coming. wally twitches and unloads himself in your mouth, taking his hand off the back of your head giving you the chance to swallow, which you do. 

"tongue out." he demands and you follow which he then taps his dick on your tongue, making sure you take every last drop.

"i can't fucking stand you." you tell him, still slightly pissed at his comment despite it going straight to your core. 

"that why you're on your knees for me, babe?" he questions rhetorically, picking you up and placing you on the counter. 

this time he tugs at the hem of your baggy shirt which you lifted your arms to aid him in taking it off. next, he pulled down your shorts and panties in one swift motion tossing it gently beside you on the counter. he was already hard again considering his enhanced refractory period, his dick and fingers inching closer and closer to your core whilst he placed kisses everywhere from your collarbone to your ear. he dragged his fingers down to reach your clit, his thumb drawing soft circles urging a moan from you.

"so wet already," he began whilst nibbling your earlobe "tell me, sweetheart. is this how much you hate me?" 

his voice was deep and husky, a massive change to his normal sweet tone he kept even when he'd yell at you, making you even wetter which he clearly noticed seeing as he let out another chuckle. 

he began lining himself up with your entrance, sliding in slowly and kissing you simultaneously to muffle the sounds you'd undoubtedly make. you gasped into the kiss, and so did he. your hands firmly held the edge of the counter as his free hand held your back.

he broke away from the kiss, though his face still intimately close to yours and you nodded at him once you adjusted to his size. biting your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood, wally began thrusting into you getting faster and harder.

your arms moved around his neck as you hid your face in the crook of his shoulder. wally was perfect, hitting your g-spot and making you clench around him. your moans and whimpers only egging him on, he went harder and harder, making your mind fuzzy with bliss. the hand that rested on your back, slid up slightly and began unhooking your bra, which stayed loose on your upper arms though still letting wally see your breasts bounce with every thrust. that same hand had snaked its way to your front and began cupping your tits, "fuckin' hate how gorgeous you are" he confessed in a grunt. 

you could feel the knot in your stomach wind tighter and tighter yet simultaneously almost become undone, though the final straw was when wally brought a hand to rest in the fold on your hip as his thumb worked your clit. 

"fuck, wally, i'm gonna come" you informed him in ragged breaths and punctuated words with the help of his every thrust. "come for me, babe," wally began though cut himself off with a groan as you twitched and clenched around his cock. almost as if on his command you came with a specifically violent twitch, turning your vision blurry for a second and a wave of pure bliss travelling through your body as wally kept an unfaltering pace.

although his kept pace was unrestrained, he did consider this nothing compared to how he'd ruin you after he'd given you time to come down from your high.

once he had given you time to come down, he had pulled out, flipped you over and reinserted himself before you could even register what was happening thanks to his super speed. you were now standing, bent over the counter as he began quickening his pace once again hitting a completely new angle that made you feel weak in the knees. your legs began to wobble and if it weren't for his fast reactions you were certain you would have fell.

now, wally had a hand on your waist and his forearm holding your hips not only keeping you upright but also keeping you from the edges of the counter. unintelligible sounds were escaping your lips, and with the hand on your waist wally had instead leaned over and forced two fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet.

he was ramming into you hard and fast and he was hitting just the right spot, your mind was malfunctioning with the sensations you were feeling and despite your sounds being muffled you were still moderately loud. wally leaned even further in, "sh, sh, shh. be a good fleshlight for me, yeah?" his tone was gentle and soft contrasting his forceful thrusts and earlier words.

you could feel yourself coming yet again and you knew wally was about to as well considering the way his dick was convulsing inside you. "wanna be a good girl and be my cumslut?" wally asks his voice deep and silky. with his fingers still in your mouth and desperate for anything he'd give you, you nod your head with a muffled string of m's. 

your mind temporarily blacked out as this orgasm hit harder than the last, leaving your body a spasming mess as the waves washed down your body yet again. during your own release, you had clamped down on wally's cock like a vice making him finish and slow down on his relentless mission of destroying you. "good girl.." he told you as he leaned his head back, shutting his eyes. he finally pulled out, leaving you feeling empty despite the copious amount of white that painted your walls. 

wally sat you back on the counter to rest as he bought you your shirt, got half dressed back in his sweats and began cleaning your combined juices that was still seeping out of you with dampened paper towels. "look at little miss control freak," he started, "seems like you don't mind when its you who makes the mess" he smirks as he continued cleaning you up. once he had finished, he began picking up the clothes thrown around the kitchen. you were sat only in your loose shirt with your bra and shorts next to you though you couldn't seem to locate your underwear with your eyes and you weren't exactly ready for walking yet. "hey wally? have you seen my panti-" though you were cut off by seeing his figure stuff your missing panties in his sweatpants pockets. 

"what are you doing?" confusion and your anger towards him returning slightly.

"souvenir" he says nonchalantly as he walks over to you and places a kiss on your forehead and leaves the room, leaving you to make your way to your room with his cum dripping down your legs.

[lonelywretchjervistetch]

The State Birds Initiative: Georgia (#4)

Welcome to the fourth official poll of the State Birds Initiative! Before the poll, though, one thing real quick. My suggestion is that you read the post below before voting in the poll below. That's especially important if you're lacking any context about the birds being presented as the new (or old) State Bird of the Peach State, Georgia. This is to be fully informed as to why these are being presented, and to make your choices appropriately. Lastly, some of these birds, you will notice, may go against some of the rules listed in the introduction post. All is explained after the jump where the explanations are, I promise you that. But with that...OK! Here's the poll!

With that...time to put Georgia on our minds!

Georgia! State of peaches, Coca-Cola, pecans, and civil rights! Home of Ray Charles, Jimmy Carter, Jackie Robinson, and the great Martin Luther King, Jr.! Location of the only whale shark in captivity in the country, the historic Forsyth Park of Savannah, the majestic Stone Mountain, and the first Chick-fil-A! And for our purposes here in the State Bird Initiative, it's also the first state we're looking at with a tropical climate! Well, a humid subtropical climate, actually, but it counts! If you've ever been to Georgia (which I haven't as of yet, but I'm working on that), you probably know that Georgia is a bit sweaty and temperate most of the year, with long humid summers and high water levels.

In terms of the ecology of the state, we're looking at swamps, cedar-dominated, as well as having a decent proportion of pine trees. Actually, to be specific, we're looking at forests of Longleaf Pine (Pinus palustris), an large endangered pine tree species endemic to the southeastern United States. Now, to be clear, this species isn't specific to Georgia, and it's actually the state tree of Alabama. However, now that we've hit the southern USA, we have to address it, as the tree is a symbol of the region. The actual state tree of Georgia is another iconic tree to the southeastern USA, the Southern Live Oak (Quercus virginiana), another big tree evolved to be resistant to forest fires, saltwater, and hurricane-force winds common in the area. Famously, the Southern Live Oak trees of St. Simons Island, Georgia was harvested for the density of their wood, which made them particularly strong against cannonballs. Said wood was used to construct the famous U.S.S. Constitution, AKA "Old Ironsides", which was said to have cannonballs actually bounce off of it throughout the War of 1812. Said ship is still in Boston Harbor to this day, making the 227-year old ship the oldest still floating naval warship in the world! And that's all thanks to the natural environment of Georgia.

What about Georgia's culture? Historically, of course, Georgia is complicated as hell. A former seat of the Civil War and the Confederacy, the state has seen heavy reconstruction in the last century and a half, eventually becoming associated with many civil rights heroes, and currently having a few prominent bastions of the Democratic Party, such as Atlanta. On a contemporary level, the state is famous for its music, its accents, and its food! The state has at least four foods as state symbols - peaches, peanuts, grits, and the Vidalia onion, and has other iconic food and drink like sweet tea, cornbread, peach cobbler, and fried catfish.

As for its people, they're a highly religious bunch on average, known for their hospitality and, according to some accounts online, "polite sarcasm". Y'know, "bless your heart" and all that. Conservative historically with an increasing population of Black Democrats in metropolitan centers, it's a growing state in terms of diversity, and changing rapidly. So...a culturally diverse bird that lives in oak trees? Yeah, that's a target we're gonna hit for sure. I mean, the oak or pine tree part is pretty easy, but the other thing? Well..a songbird would make some sense. I mean, the state is famous for its musicians, ranging from OutKast to Gladys Knight to 2 Chainz to Luke Bryan, and more. So, something that sings is a solid choice. There are a couple of other qualities we can go for, but that's enough for now, I think.

With that, let's move onto the choices. Got some interesting ones this time, but I have...a hunch about this one. We'll see how this goes, but I have a feeling it's gonna go the way of New Jersey's poll, which has been...decisive. But OK, with that...birds after the jump!!!

Brown Thrasher (Toxostoma rufum)

Not gonna lie - this one could be hard to beat, surprisingly. Which is too bad for a number of reasons, but the Brown Thrasher (Toxostoma rufum) isn't really a horrible choice for Georgia's State Bird. It breeds in the state, even though it's found all over the eastern and central USA. It's an iconic bird in sight and sound, which is pretty important for a state that's produced a lot of human singers. I even mentioned up above that a songbird wouldn't be a bad choice, and what better songbird than one who can memorize, mimic, and remix multiple sounds for its own use? Plus, it was chosen by school kids, meaning it was elected by the public. Of course, to be fair, it was also chosen by governor at the time, Eugene Talmadge, a famous white supremacist who enforced segregation in Georgia schools and universities, openly supported Adolf Hitler, and was a genuinely extremely racist PIECE OF SHIT...but I digress? Although, it is extremely ironic that Talmadge ratified the Brown Thrasher as the State Bird of Georgia, so there's that.

OK, Talmadge doesn't really have anything to do with this, I just needed to get some anti-racist anger out for a second there, sorry; dude was a bastard in a lot of ways. But in terms of the Brown Thrasher, it's honestly not a bad choice for Georgia. Thing is...I'm not entirely sure I can say it's the best choice, or even a really good choice, frankly. It's...a choice. It does eat peaches, though, so maybe throw that into the pros pile for the species. Oh, and one more thing: it's defeated an attempt to depose it before. The frankly kinda ridiculous attempt to change the State Bird of Georgia to the Cornish Chicken in 2010 was not received well for the chicken. Georgians liked their Thrasher too much! Also, one of the arguments against the Brown Thrasher that the Flip the Bird movement put forth was that it "has no contribution to the state of Georgia economy". Of all the stupid goddamn arguments...

Northern Bobwhite (Colnius virginianus)

Well, if we're talking about the incumbent State Bird, we should bring up the incumbent State Game Bird as well! Yeah, this'll be a regular thing going forward. Any ornithological state symbols are up for bid and re-election, although this is a slightly different process. If a State Game Bird is elected as State Bird, it will ascend to that post, and a new State Game Bird will be proposed, possibly with a new poll. However, if it is not the chosen State Bird, it'll remain as the State Game Bird. So, really, the Northern Bobwhite gets to stay where it is...for now. This may change as we get overlapping game birds across the USA. And we will, believe me. With that said, let's talk about the Northern Bobwhite (Colinus virginianus).

A member of the New World quails (Odontophoridae) the bobwhite is named after its iconic whistling call, and not a random dude named Robert White. The Northern Bobwhite isn't the only species of bobwhite quail by any means, but it's the only major native representative in the USA. It's a grassland and open forest-loving quail whose range extends from Texas to Massachusetts...kind of. Here's the problem with the bobwhite: its population is rapidly decreasing. In the past 60 years or so, the population's decreased by at least 85% in its native range, which is...A LOT. It's partially for that reason that the species is on my priorities for my Life List, because I've never seen them, and they're rapidly vanishing.

That, alongside the normal ecological concerns and links, and its relatively new status as a threatened species due to land use and forest fires, makes it a good candidate for recognition on its own. But is it a good bird for Georgia? Well, only 4% of its breeding population is found in the state year-round, making the state a poor reservoir for the species. There's also a point that the bobwhite is, surprisingly, an invasive species in some countries, specifically New Zealand and Italy. They're also a common bird in captivity, even though any aviary should have them be the only ground-dwelling bird, since they can be aggressive to competitors. That said, they're not a completely doomed species.

More importantly, though, the fact that Georgia doesn't have a lot of these guys immediately makes them a less-than-ideal candidate for State Bird. State Game Bird, though? That might actually be worse. Remember, this is an endangered species, meaning it may not be a bird we should glorify as a food source. In fact, the Georgia Department of Natural Resources has conservation measures in place to protect bobwhite and their habitat, also seeking to restore it and add new potential habitats for the species. And they aren't eliminating hunting of the species, but are strictly managing and monitoring populations. And there is merit to managed hunting, for the record, but that's a separate conversation to be had. So, not a horrible choice to remain as Game Bird. But who knows? Maybe I'll make a separate poll to ask this question after all. If that's something that interests you, let me know! For now, let's move on.

Bachman's Sparrow (Peuacea aestivalis)

On to the eBird suggestion! And this one is...ooooooooh...yikes. OK, yeah, you may remember my issue with the Saltmarsh Sparrow (Ammospiza caudacutus) as a potential State Bird for New Jersey, mostly revolving around the idea that it wouldn't be easily recognizable by the public, unaffiliated with sparrows and their subtle or major differences. This? This is worse. Once again, don't get me wrong, Bachman's Sparrow (Peuacea aestivalis) would be a dream for me as a birder, as a southern exclusive species and a lifer for me personally. But for the average layman? This is a bird difficult to identify for birders! Not sure the average non-bird person has a chance, to be honest.

But just to be completely comprehensive, why the Bachman's Sparrow? Well, the eBird article quotes the species as having a large breeding population in Georgia. However, to be completely fair, the species mostly breeds in Florida, not Georgia (48% vs. 30%, by recent calculations). That said, the number of Bachman's Sparrows breeding in Georgia isn't a number to sneeze at. As for its ecology, it specializes in pine forests, including those composed of longleaf and loblolly pine, which have Georgia as a major habitat. Oh, and on a historical note (not that this matters too much), John Bachman was an opponent of segregation and racist eugenics beliefs, so a lot better than other historical figures with birds named after them. Granted, that bar is buried seven feet beneath the Earth, but still, it's cleared in this case. So, not the worst set of reasons for Bachman's Sparrow to make the cut.

Savannah Sparrow (Passerculus sandwichensis) Swamp Sparrow (Melospiza georgiana)

Whoa whoa whoa, hold on, hold on. Two more sparrows? What is this, karma? Well, yeah, maybe. Of course, these two are chosen based on their names, as both specimens used in the descriptions for the species were collected in Georgia. But does this truly matter in this case? Neither the Savannah Sparrow (Passerculus sandwichensis), nor the Swamp Sparrow (Melospiza georgiana), breed in Georgia, although both are still found in the state. If I had to argue one over the other personally, it'd be the Swamp Sparrow, both to represent a dominant habitat in the state, and because they're possibly more recognizable...even though they're pretty close to the Song Sparrow (Melospiza melodia) to the untrained eye, I suppose.

Brown-headed Nuthatch (Silla pusilla)

See, here's the real question about the eBird choices. Why choose the Bachman's Sparrow, when the adorably charismatic Brown-headed Nuthatch (Silla pusilla) was right there? The largest breeding population of this bird's global range is in Georgia, with a full 26% of the species depending on Georgia for its propagation. Yeah. This is definitely a Georgia breeder, but since the Bachman's Sparrow is a bit more endangered, has different living conditions, and is a bit more dependent on its Georgia population than the nuthatch here, that's likely why it was given the crown.

And yet...AND YET...in my opinion, this is the better state-dependent representative for Georgia. Sure, less of its breeding population is found in Georgia, but one-quarter of its global population isn't exactly something to sneeze at. And, importantly, this is where the majority of its population is housed, making Georgia more important for the Brown-headed Nuthatch than it is for the Bachman's Sparrow. But is it a better representative outside of that point? Well, it's recognizable, it's not terribly difficult to find, and it's certainly charismatic. I mean, look at that thing, it's cute as hell! Not that the sparrows aren't cute in their way, but the nuthatch? I wanna squeeze that thing, and apparently, they actually sound like rubber duckies. And no, charisma doesn't always mater, and it can be damaging for noncharismatic species conservation. But it can help.

Anything else? Well, using the same logic I have with other birds, it's an important representative of its habitat. The pine forests of the Southeastern USA are, unsurprisingly, in trouble. In fact, longleaf pine forests are kind of a massive deal from a conservation standpoint, and they're in a massive amount of trouble due to development and climate change. Some figures calculate a 95% loss of these forests by 2080, which is...bad, it's real bad, obviously. That kind of potential danger to their habitat, combined with their role within it, makes the nuthatch a good option. And apparently, Birds Georgia agrees with me.

Birds Georgia, for the record, is formerly known as the Georgia chapter of the National Audubon Society. And, while they still have affiliation to the organization, they've separated themselves from the legacy of its namesake. Credit where credit's due! Anyway, why bring them up? Birds Georgia has a number of species they highlight for conservation focus, with the Brown-headed Nuthatch being a major example. Their nestbox program focuses on building more nestboxes for a declining species across the state, and it's very much worked! 450 nest boxes have been installed across the state since 2015, and hopefully that doesn't stop! So, cute potential representative! But that's not the only conservation focus from Birds Georgia.

Chimney Swift (Chaetura pelagica)

From 2019 to 2020, Birds Georgia named the Chimney Swift their Conservation Focus for the year, and began an initiative to have nestboxes put out for the species across the state. Multiple towers were erected throughout the state by multiple conservation initiatives working with Birds Georgia, giving the birds more habitats outside of direct human settlements to breed and thrive in. But, why the Chimney Swift? They're sort of all over the place.

If you're from the eastern USA and walked outside in the morning or late afternoon, you've probably heard random chittering high above you, especially if you're in a city or town with chimneys on their buildings. If you look up, you've probably seen silhouettes of these guys flying at high speeds in the sky, mouths open to gather flying insects in the dawn and dusk. These are common birds all over the eastern US, as well as recognizable and easy to find and hear. So, why suggest them for Georgia? Because Georgia is tied with three other states for having the largest proportion of the breeding population for the species, at 6% of the species. Not a high number, but a significant proportion nonetheless. That makes it an intriguing choice for Georgia...and a few other places. So, this is probably not the last time we see this species on the polls.

Red-headed Woodpecker (Melanerpes erythrocephalus)

But hey, if we're going for birds elevated by Birds Georgia, then we should probably highlight their actual mascot: the Red-headed Woodpecker (Melanerpe erythrocephalus). We've already talked about the importance of woodpeckers as keystone species in forested environments, and the Red-headed Woodpecker is definitely an example of that ecological role. In truth, the Pielated Woodpecker (Dryocopus pileatus), which was up for the Pennsylvania poll, actually widens holes made by the Red-headed Woodpecker for its own nest-cavities, meaning a keystone depends on a keystone.

Now, in terms of Georgia's population, the breeding population in the state is definitely not the bulwark for the species (that trophy belongs to Kansas with 11%), but the live oak forests the state is seeking to protect definitely houses the species in significant numbers state-wide. The reason Birds Georgia uses it in their logo is because, in 2014, the species was considered high-risk and on the decline in its range. As of 2022, the species is also suffering its highest region-wide decline in Georgia, tied with a few other states on that front well. Combine these facts with an iconic appearance, and the Red-headed Woodpecker is also a decent choice for State Bird from a conservation standpoint.

OK...one more. And this one's...a stretch.

Red-Shouldered Hawk (Buteo lineatus)

OK, it's not actually a stretch; I just wanted to say that because it's a tall image, and I thought it'd be funny. So, OK! The Red-shouldered Hawk (Buteo lineatus). Now, this is yet another species you can find in various places in the eastern USA, but its second largest breeding population in the country can be found in the Peach State, which is beat out by Florida. Trust me, though, Florida is one of the big three states in the South in terms of breeding bird populations. I try to get a raptor for each state, you'll notice, but why this raptor for Georgia, outside of the breeding population thing?

Well, firstly, there's the association of the species with swamps and woodlands, both of which are prominent Georgia habitats. They've got an extremely varied diet, going for most small prey items in their ranges, even weird ones like roadkill deer, crayfish, and screech owls. And while they're most common in Georgia, they're also most certainly seen in Georgia fairly commonly, especially after their recovery from DDT. But even then...why? Why have a hawk for the state of Georgia at...OK, some of you probably figured it out, I might as well just say it now.

Yup, Georgia's basketball team is the Atlanta Hawks. And yes, OBviously I could've gone for the Atlanta Falcons, but falcons make far less sense to highlight for the state, ironically. There are only three commonly seen species in the state, and none of them have Georgia as a major highlight of their breeding ranges. So, with that in mind, the Hawks seem like the team to highlight, and the best hawk for the state of Georgia is the Red-shouldered Hawk. With that said, is this really the best choice for Georgia's state bird? I mean...that's up to Georgians (and Tumblrites) to decide in the end.

So! An odd post, this one was. Some interesting choices in the end, but is this the most solid roster? Not sure. I have my guess as to the winner for this one, and honestly...it's not a bad choice if I'm right. But with that, it's time to leave it to you - the people! And the next time we have one of these posts, we'll be heading to a region and a state near and dear to me, personally. Time for the Nutmeg State, and the first state with a frequent flyer for a state bird!

See you next time, and happy birding!

[surshica]

NINTENDO SWITCH !

TWENTY - cheater

masterlist <3

A/N : to be far none of y’all were close to it. IT WAS SO SIMPLE SO SIMPLE but only one person understood it HAHAH, im a marketing genius 🥸 — a little bit of a mess but it’s okay <3

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(CONTINUATION OF CHAPTER NINETEEN)

yn has never felt so many butterflies before; the kiss made her feel so undeniable happy. chishiya had his arm wrapped around her waist, this kiss was a slow yet soft. the way his lips matched the rhythm of hers; the way his lips glided against hers. she’s felt so many butterflies in just those two kisses.

the way his hands rested around her waist; it wasn’t too touchy but it wasn’t inappropriate either; it was the perfect position. chishiya had tightened the grip around yn’s waist pulling her closer to him. the kitchen living room was silent but mira cleared her throat. she was leaning against her bedroom door, “im so happy for the both of you but how about we take it somewhere else!!” a cheery sarcasm tone was evident.

chishiya had broken off the kiss when mira cleared her throat; “first arisu now you? i really cant do anything~” his voice was a low yet melodic tone. yn had whipped her head to where mira was. more blush was formed apon her face; clearing her throat. “hi mira!” you waved at the long black haired women, she waved back at you with a grin.

“like i said yall can take it to her room or even better you can take it to his room!” she said making her way to the fridge to grab a caprisun, “it wasn’t like that mira trust! he was just talking to me about the topics on the mid terms..!” “oh really? because from what i saw was that his and your lips were attached togetherrrr~” she even looked at your waist pointing at chishiya’s arm wrapped around it; chuckled she grabbed two more caprisuns before heading back to her dorm.

“you two have a mid term tomorrow make sure to study..not suck off eachothers faces.” she mumbled the last part but chishiya laughed. yn stared at chishiya, he had some soft features; it kinda looked very angelic. “you must really love my face features; you always seem to be staring at them..” chishiya inhaled moving his arm from around her waist to resting it on his side.

“yeah because they are very soft..it contradicts your cold ass personality.” yn pushed strands of hair from her face. chishiya simply just hummed. “this is kinda embarrassing.” “how so?” “well for starters, im in a eevee shirt and spandex..my hair is a mess too” yn fixed her wrinkled shirt, chishiya shrugged “there is nothing wrong with it. its cute.”

yn wanted to kick her feet i mean he literally called her cute, she just smiled using his shoulders to get down from the countertop, as her feet touched the ground she fixed her shirt—she held onto chishiya’s arm tugging him next to her, “well since you’re here, you can help me with my studying..!” she didn’t give him time to answer and just dragged him to her room,

“you know this out of context looks interesting.” chishiya laughed lightly, “shut up.” she smiled shutting the door behind her, “you are going to help me! i dont care if this helps you, i want to pass this with high marks.” she unhooked her arm from his going over to her desk grabbing her tablet and notebook. chishiya looked around her room—walking over to her bed sitting down near the bed frame/pillows.

“i mean i havent studied so this will help me too i guess..” he watched as yn walked from the desk over to the bed sitting down near him. yn started asking questions about medications and different viruses. chishiya wasn’t very responsive which made yn look at him with a slight frown, “chishiya?? earth to chishiya?? are you uncomfortable?” she moved a little farther from him.

he just grabbed her by the waist pulling her back over to him in-between his legs, “this is better, i just felt as if something was missing.” he smiled, yn felt a smile form on her lips—“well i guess this is one way for you tutoring me” a small laugh rumbled from chishiya. “as you were saying..” he started to point at what was important.

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yn hadn’t realized how much long her and chishiya had been hanging out together well been in eachothers presence but it was already the ass crack of the morning, the sun was beaming through the curtains, the suns brightness made her not want to sleep anymore; groaning she opened her eyes rolling over to an empty side, a confused frown appeared on her lips.

she thought chishiya was next to her; she just sighed sitting up checking her phone. she had about an hour before her class started—with some procrastination she actually got ready for her mid terms. even with mid terms she still had to wear their stupid beige uniforms.

mira was already gone for her midterms so she were alone and it was kind of scary, but she just shrugged it off leaving the dorm. yn still had about thirty minutes before class started so she made her way to the campuses cafe, by the time she got there—there wasn’t a long line.

she was deciding what she should get so she just got herself a milk tea; “what did you get?” a rasp husk like voice asked behind her, it startled her a little turning around to see chishiya. “i got a milk tea..did you get anything?” she smiled at the blondie, he shook his head with his hands on his blazer pockets.

“large milk tea for yn!” was called from one of the workers, yn went to go grab it leaving chishiya alone for not even a full second; turning around there were girls swarming him. she had forgotten chishiya is one of those bachelor’s at this school. rolling her eyes she put a straw in her drink take sips, her lip gloss stains were evident on her straw.

chishiya whom had always hated the attention had dreaded this kind of interactions; he walked over to yn ignoring the girls that were trying to get his attention, “you should try it! this is the best” “are you advertising a drink to me?” “well you do it all the time cookies so it was worth a shot..” yn shrugged walking towards the direction of the classroom. “chishiyaaa do you like her?” one of the girls tried to hold his arm but he moved it before they could, “nah i don’t like her, i think it’s more than that.”

he was walking behind yn, ���you seem very confident for the midterm..it’s scary” chishiya had caught up to the bust girl drinking milk tea, yn looked at him and smiled “im confident that i’m going to beat you.” chishiya slowly nodded his head, “i didn’t even study so there is a chance you can beat me..” “bullshit you studied with me” “and you assume i was paying attention to the notes and not you?” “that was smooth.”

chishiya let out a soft chuckle, “i feel as if you are still going to beat me.” yn groaned, “its almost as if you are a cheater.” chishiya put his hand over his heart, “ouch.” yn smiled at him before heading over to her seat which was in the middle of the classroom. chishiya sat in the back so he was chilling.

a wave of nervousness started to pour in as the time itches closer and closer and closer. looking at the time stressed her so she just looked down playing with her drinks straw. the mid term was on computer so that made yn’s life easier, taking out your laptop she looked around to see some confident students but most were nervous.

opening up the test she were reading the question in her head; rereading she realized how easy this was. she has felt such a surge of confidence go over her like a wave. a small grin formed on her lips grabbing her drink taking a sip.

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since it was an electronic test you got the answers back as soon as she submitted it. a bright smile beamed on her face seeing the 45/45. people had already finished and it looked like some were disappointed and some were happy, looking at the screens next to her those people got no higher then a 35-39.

looking back her can see chishiya staring into your skull, i mean she already finished so she got up and left. chishiya followed from behind—his cool uncared demeanor would make you think he aced it as well. throwing away the empty plastic cup, yn waited for chishiya near the door in the hallways.

“well what did you get?” chishiya stood infront of her; her smile was genuine—it made his heart do some flutters. “well since you want to knoww~ i got a 45/45” she crossed her arms resting them on her stomach area. chishiya sighed scratching the back of his head, “damn well this sucks.”

“what did you get??” yn leaned foward towards him, “i got a 42/45..” he sighed looking away, “i messed up on a few questions but that’s all.” he quickly side eyed yn before looking back towards the bush hallway, yn had a big smile on her face.

“so i beat THE chishiya shuntaro?? man. this is a great day!!” a sigh of relief and happiness was washed over her, “you just cheated thats all.” “i did not cheat, you were with me when i was studying!!” she fought back, her hand rested on her hip. “well you cheated because you were distracting me when i wanted to study with you..”

“chishiya you were literally cuddling me to death, you were like a clingy cat.” yn pinched his shoulder as he furrowed his eyebrows. “cheater.” “sore loser.”

yn smiled at him, “well…since i won it seems fair that you take me on a proper date.” chishiya looked at her with a smirk like expression, “a date?” yn nodded excitedly, “well i mean..” he looked at his phone and it was barely 1 pm, he nodded his head looking back at yn, “hmm be ready by 2, i’ll pick you up from your dorm.” chishiya’s lips formed a small smile walking away from yn.

“where are you taking me???” yn questioned the blondie walking away, chishiya turned his heel looking at yn “that is a secret.” he put his finger over his lips turning back around walking away into the crowded hall. yn had a huge ass smile on her face; she was fucking excited.

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BONUS :

as chishiya arrived back at his dorm, he started to undo the tie with his hand turning the key into the door with his other unlocking it; apon entering he saw arisu sitting on the couch on his phone.

“how come you didn’t come home late last night?” arisu questioned chishiya, “i was helping yn study.” “and that meant you coming back at like 3 am??” chishiya nodded as he headed into his room.

“WAIT WHERE ARE YOU GOING??” arisu got suspicious of the blonde changing out of his school clothes, “i’m going out with someone..” chishiya mumbled as arisu kept pestering him. “WHO? WHO IS SHE?!” arisu shook the topless chishiya, “it’s yn why?” chishiya stood there a little akwardly, “YOURE GOING ON A DATE WITH MY BEST FRIEND?!?” arisu’s eye widened “i mean i expected it but WHATTATATAT”

“can’t believe my pookie bear is cheating on me with MY BEST FRIEND.” arisu started to fake cry as chishiya stood there akward as hell. he tried to pat his back but arisu moved his hand off him

“DONT TOUCH ME CHEATER. im so hurt dont talk to me” arisu laughed a little bit kept up the crying at stoning to his room. chishiya had to blink twice; he was so confused.

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[cho-aaacho]

(Flufftober 2023) Drunken Confession

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(Flufftober Day 26)

"What happened?"

The pulsating electric music flowed through the entire bar, entertaining the crowd with enchanting light. It was a night where everyone could feel their freedom and enjoy their lives without worries, escaping from reality.

The nightlife era began to invade your veins and evoke your very mind to join in and embark on an extraordinary nighttime.

Some people danced with playful abandon, their movements synchronizing with the electric beat, slapping anything within reach, and attempting to focus on the beat of the music. The DJ, despite playing the same music every 10 minutes, had an enthusiastic crowd circling him.

You meandered your gaze on the table, where a crystal-clear glass stood gracefully. Honestly, you have the urge to savor its contents, tempting you to taste the burning sensation over your taste buds, but you remember that your main priority isn't drinking. With lazy eyes, you turned away.

"He's drunk," Piers remarked with a pause. "I'm sorry for involving you in this situation."

You sighed in mild irritation, observing just how bad Jake was. Well, he was certainly old enough to look after himself, yet he still relied on you. He always needed your guide to walk through everything as if you were his moral compass.

"No, it's okay, Piers. Thank you for calling me," you retorted, dripping with a subtle sarcasm. "Sometimes we need some challenges, but instead of starting at level 1, we jump straight to the boss level."

Piers laughed, detecting the fun-loving tone in your voice. He found himself unable to stifle fits of laughter; his gaze fell toward you and shifted to Jake, who was now comfortably sleeping on the couch.

For the past 2 hours, he has become increasingly annoyed by Jake's behavior after participating in a weird competition to see who could drink more. Well, it isn't a good idea to brag to a bunch of people. They were just stupid guys.

"You're so right. So, what's the plan now? Are you leaving our Crazy Bald here, or..."

"Of course, I'll be driving him home, Piers. So please, I need your help to carry him to my car."

You leaned in closer and circled your hand around Jake's neck, touching his neck with your fingertips, feeling his warmth with your softness, and feeling his mystery around your presence. Piers, on the other hand, is wandering his gaze; he's a bit confused with your expression.

And without warning, Jake opens his eyes, scanning your details with his eyes and trying to tell you something with those eyes. His blue met you, melting you away with those gazes of his. A rosy hue painted his face, and you are 100% sure that he is still drunk.

"Come on, Jake. Don't be a baby and wake up! Piers and I will help you. I know you were too drunk to walk."

"I love you." Jake mused, his fingertips delicately tracing your cheeks, his thumb pressing your lips, and his touch traveling around your earlobe, moving to your neck, and moving down until he stopped after Piers slapped him.

"What the hell, Jake?" Piers commented. "You stole my start!" 

You found yourself surprised, but in this state, his actions cannot be blamed. Isn't it?

Initially, you couldn't catch up with his words; they felt like alien to you. But something inside your mind was awakening, and you didn't know what it was.

"I love you; please be mine..."

With a gentle lean, he softly planted a kiss on your lips. The taste of alcohol mingled with your heavy breath as his tongue invaded passionately inside yours.

He stopped momentarily and said, "I love you," sealing another velvety kiss before falling into a slumber on the couch again.

Note : Jake's story ends in this chapter and the last two parts will be Jack Krauser and William Birkin. So put your hands up, Krauser and Birkin fans!

[sparkletrashtitan]

Dossier: Guardian Nessa Vahl

File Compiled by Snow-9 (SNO-358) Species: Awoken Gender: Female Class: Titan Ghost: Chrysalis (Chrys) Resurrection: 2715 - Earth, Outside of Old Chicago Known Affiliations: Vanguard, Dead Orbit (formerly), Iron Lord, Drifter Preferred Subclass: Striker, Sentinel, Behemoth Clan: Forgotten Fallen Stars

Known Information

-Resurrection-

Ghost Chrysalis reported that they found the Awoken on the outskirts of Old Chicago (41.871220, -87.787830). Her body was found hidden under a dome shaped jungle gym in a playground that had been reclaimed by nature with intense overgrowth. They said that the inside showed signs of it being used as a hidden camp sight. As for Guardian Vahl, her Ghost said that initial scans before resurrection showed that she had likely met her mortal death in the form of being poisoned. This knowledge and the information about the swamps in that area, I feel that it is safe to assume this was not done out of malice, but instead an accident from ingesting something she should not have. Ghost Chrysalis states that after her resurrection, Guardian Vahl was disorientated and groggy for a few days before making a full recovery. Perhaps the last of the lingering poison in what remained of her body working its way out thanks to her new regenerative state thanks to the Light.

Upon becoming more clear minded, Guardian Vahl searched the small campsite for any information for the serious gap in her memory. Despite her Ghost's protests, what follows is a short recording shared by Chrysalis.

C: "Guardian, you really should not waste your time with this. I must get you back to the Last City. And the Vanguard has prohibited those who bear the Light to go digging into their past." N: "Is this, Vanguard, here with us?" C: "Guardian, there is no need for sarcasm. But to answer your question, no they are not." N: "Exactly. Until I get to meet this Vanguard, what they don't know won't hurt them.

The only thing Guardian Vahl found was a worn out journal, most of it unreadable thanks to taking on quite a bit of moisture. But the leather like cover did have the name Nessa Vahl imprinted into it. She took the name and the journal, then as promised, finally left to find a ship and head back to the Last City. The ship itself was a Ceres Galliot style ship of the Awoken from the Reef. It was not in the best state and to quote Amanda Holliday upon seeing it, she was "plum flabbergasted" that it got Guardian Vahl back in one piece. According to the Queen's Wrath, Guardian Vahl was likely one of the many Awoken who left Distributary for the Reef with Queen Mara.

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Known Skills and Attributes

Since her arrival, Guardian Vahl, like many other lightbarers, has shown significant aptitude in various skills. Not just in combat, but mundane as well. Light: When it comes to powers of the light, Vahl has shown that she has a handle on the three powers that come naturally to Guardians. Though Arc and Solar are seem to be her favorites. Other Guardians who have gone on missions and played against her in the Crucible have all noted that when she uses her Super abilities in those particular classes, it comes with a distinct amount of laughter. Ikora has confirmed that there seems to be no need to worry about his behavior, as it is likely just the thrill that can sometimes come with tapping into our stronger abilities. Darkness: Guardian Vahl is one of many other Guardians who easily found their connection with powers connected to the Darkness. However, her use of them lacks the same refinement that she has gained with the powers of the Light. Some who have referenced seeing her use Statis or Strand would call her clumsy, though never to her face. Physical: Being a Titan, it is no surprise that they have been blessed by the Traveler with above average strength. She has been observed easily punching foes as strong as Hive Knights to death, without the power of the light to back them up. What tends to be a surprise is how fast she is for a Titan, even when she is not using a subclass like Arc. When asked about it, she often says something about needing to keep up with the rest of her Clan and Fire teams within. As Fallen Forgotten Stars is majority Hunters and Warlocks.

Non-Combat: Outside of combat, Vahl has some interesting skills. Most of which it is uncertain if she learned them before or after her resurrection.

Needlework: Vahl upon arrival in the city was invited by Commander Zavala to the knitting circle he hosts. However, despite a lot of practice, knitting never got easier, but she stayed for the company. When Eva Levante saw her stitching a pocket into one of her Hunter clan mate's cloaks so it could hold a warming rock during the colder months. She shared with the Commander the information, and the next time Vahl came to the knitting circle he gave her a Dawning present of tools meant for embroidery and other needle work. And since then she uses it as a meditative practice.

Poison Detection: This skill was likely born from how she had died the first time. She can easily point out plants and even animals that are poisonous. And even when she does not know, she is often willing to take the risk of testing it first before anyone else. Be it her resilience as a Titan or the luck of the Traveler, any poison that has passed her lips has not killed he. Only weapons such as Thorn or Le Monarch, likely due to the amount it puts into a body based on how many times one has been shot by them.

Speech: The Awoken language, upon hearing it once more spoken in the Dreaming City, seemed to naturally come back to Guardian Vahl. Both in being able to read and speak it with near fluency. Which in the last few years has been a boon when dealing with things in the Dreaming City.

-History-

Like many Guardians, Nessa Vahl has gone through quite a bit in the last decade, and the stories are easily found. Compiled below are things that have stood as interesting points of note among the last decade.

After she met with Queen Mara and by extension Prince Uldren for the first time when seeking aid for entering the Black Garden. She spent a week playing in the Crucible, working off her anger. They were some of her most ruthless matches, according to Lord Shaxx. A number of Hunters lost their knives to her in that week, should they have tried to use them against her. She then proceeded to take out the Gate Lord with no fireteam. And upon retrieval and returning to the Reef, she approached Mara's throne with it in her hand like it weighed nothing before dropping it at Prince Uldren's feet. At his clear shock that she had beaten it, it is rumored that she batted her eyes at him and said, "What? Like its hard?"

Guardian Valh is oddly claustrophobic and has never been known to enjoy going down into the Hive tunnels on the Moon. When Eris returned and the Guardians were tasked with dealing with the Crota situation. She has always carried a rocket launcher into the tunnels. Preferring to take out the Hive from as much distance as she can. This did prove especially fruitful upon going with her Fireteam to take out Crota himself. So she had continued it as a sort of lucky charm.

During the time the Fallen betrayed Queen Mara and getting to come to the Reef freely, seemed to be hard on her. She felt a connection to the Awoken there, but their tendency to be very begrudging of any Guardian's presence was off-putting. So she was known for making her trips brief as possible, unless Petra was around, and then she was happy to talk for a while.

After taking down Alak-Hul, the Darkblade in the Sunless Cell, it is rumored that Valh did some adjustments to her Chrysalis' light so that it was far brighter than the standard build. It was also about the same time she started to prefer auto rifles as her main weapons.

During the SIVA Crisis, Guardian Valh was rather proactive about seeing to the mission at hand. However, she took a long break after the fallout from going down into Site 6 and seeing how SIVA had twisted the Iron Lords that had become trapped down there with it. Staying at the Iron Temple on Felwinter's Peak to learn more from Lord Saladin.

After losing her Light during the Red War, Nessa did what she could to help other Guardians who found the Farm in the same state she was in. Helping to keep them together as well as pushing them to pull their weight around the Farm.

When she did come across the Shard of the Traveler and gained her light back, Valh proceeded to sleep there just so she could feel fully recharged. Her ghost says that she seemed to have a vivid dream that evening, but the Guardian has never divulged what it was of.

Due to her already being untrustworthy of Prince Uldren, Vahl had no issue hunting him down for the death of Cayde-6. Many say that it was the coldest they had ever seen the normally cheerful Guardian in the days leading up to the Prince's death at her hands. Though, despite everything that had transgressed between the two, she still helped Petra to take his body back to the Dreaming City and prepare things for his funeral that the Awoken held. A Corsair says that when questioned about it she answered, "He may have been an ass and a murderer. But he was manipulated into being such, and I cannot fault him for that. My long forgotten memory presses me to try and remember that how he acted before this or during this was not the Prince I knew long ago. His blood is on my hands, yes, but he is still our Prince as much as Mara is our Queen. And I will show him that respect in death, even if he never showed me any in my new life."

Over the course of the year that followed Cayde's death, Guardian Valh became somewhat withdrawn. Often found deep in various archives, perhaps looking for answers to the many revelations that were starting to occur. An activity that only grew after seeking out Eris on the moon and finding the buried Pyramid ship.

When it came to the Nightmares that now haunt the Moon, it took Guardian Vahl some time to find any kind of ease on the planet. The cries of the dead almost made the Titan jump out of her armor at the time. And still does on occasions even now that she has visted the planet often since.

During Crimson Days, Guardian Valh threw herself into the competition along side a Hunter in her fireteam. The two were quite the pair and quickly rose up through the rankings. The Vow is one of the Titan's most beloved weapons and she keeps it hanging up on her wall rather than in her vault. When visiting Shaxx, she frequently will greet him with open arms while delcaring him Husband which Lord Shaxx accepts jovialy each time. (More to be transcribed at a later date)

[notf1obsessed]

A Little Flirting Hurt No One (Charlos): you can find the full fic on here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55395409

Chapter 10: Monaco

Charles's fingers curl around the steering wheel, tightening his grip on it. His body is boiling under the immense heat of the car. He can see the red bull in front of him, the last car he needs to overtake to lead.

It's the last lap of the Monaco Grand Prix.

It's his chance to lead the championship.

The weekend had gone pretty trash for them, placing P5 in qualifying with Carlos behind him in P6.

His foot presses harder on the throttle, this corner is his only hope at overtaking Max. His entire body radiates as he steers towards the inside of the apex, but the red bull flicks towards him. He's going too fast to be able to slow down, he has to steer clear. He jogs his steering wheel to the left, attempting to match the level of the Red Bull. He succeeds in doing so as he steers towards the inside, trying to overtake again. The Red Bull next to him steers to the left, making contact with his tires. Its dark blue livery speeds further down the straight.

He hears something pop.

No, no, no.

He was doing so well.

He can feel the punctured tire beneath him.

"Bring the car in Leclerc," says the man into his radio, hints of disappointment leaking through.

He does as told, steering his car into the pit stop. Which just to his luck, was a bit far.

By the time he got out, 5 cars had already gotten through.

Shitty pit stop, it's too late to be able to overtake them all now.

The chequered flag waves in front, Max had won yet another Grand Prix.

He ended up coming 7th, Carlos coming fourth.

Fuck.

He goes to park his car in the parc ferme. His hands keep a firm grip on the steering wheel, his way to disperse his anger.

He swallows the lump in his throat, finally relaxing his grip on the wheel. He gets out before taking off his helmet, going to his driver's room. Not bothering to talk to anyone. He felt the anger radiating throughout his entire body, muscles still tense.

Everybody knew not to disturb Charles in this mood.

Except Carlos, apparently.

He closes the door behind him with a slam, going over to sit at the massage table. He could still hear the muffled voices of talking outside, not really able to focus on anything. His disappointment too overshadowing.

His head is tilted upwards, sweat trickling down his face. He runs a couple of fingers through his hair, trying to alleviate his stress.

He hears a knock in the door.

Brought back to the present, he raises a brow at who could be knocking, now.

"Come in," he says, a tone of curiosity lingering.

The door creaked open slowly, a couple of hairs peaking through. Face coming in slowly, the Spaniard's face bore an expression of concern.

Of course it was Carlos.

He slowly entered, taking cautious steps as to not startle Charles, as if he's a cat about to run away.

The door behind him slowly closes as he leans against it.

"Are you okay?" He said, breaking Charles from his train of thoughts. It was quite a useless question, really, as he knew Charles was far from fine.

"Hm, yeah totally fine," Charles replied, sarcasm, a ton of it, leaking through, as well as hints of anger. He saw Carlos's expression change to  a sadder one. He wondered if he was too harsh on his teammate. He sighed before looking down at the floor, he didn't want to talk to anyone right now. He'd rather focus on dealing with his anger by himself.

Carlos's gaze softened, removing his hands from the door. He walked over to sit next to Charles at the massage table, Charles making room for him. His lips parted to speak.

"Charles," he began, gaze shifting towards Charles's eyes, "you have to understand, that whatever happened out there, wasn't your fault mate."

Charles opened his mouth to interrupt, but Carlos continued before he could do so.

"Look Charles, you can't keep putting the blame on yourself for everything that goes wrong. You are an amazing driver, you shouldn't let other people's mistakes interfere with how much you think of yourself. But if you keep doing so, you will start to perform badly."

Charles let his words sink in for a moment. He was right, it wasn't Charles's fault, but he couldn't come to accept that. Because in his eyes, if he isn't perfect, he's useless. If he makes a mistake, he's the worst driver to ever live. He has to perform every move with immense accuracy, or else it's worth nothing. He has to know every solution to every problem, or else he's a complete idiot who knows nothing. He has to be the best. Always.

They stay quiet for a moment, the tranquility accompanying their thoughts.

He could feel Carlos's gaze piercing through him, as if his thoughts were exposed to him.

He felt a hand slowly wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. His fingers wrapped gently around Charles's hip, thumb slowly grazing over the fabric.

Charles flopped his head to the side, cheek caressing Carlos's shoulder.

He felt his tense muscles relax. His once tightened fists slowly opening.

They didn't say anything, staying silent.

It was a comfortable silence.

He felt his eyes slowly shut, the tiredness of the Grand Prix sinking in.

Before drifting off, he heard one last faint voice, "Never let other people's mistakes affect you Charles, never."

[beauty-and-passion]

Eurovision 2024: 38 songs, first impressions

Wake up, bitches, it's that time of the year again.

No, not Christmas. It's Eurovision time, aka the time when we can verbally destroy each other and call our neighbors "filthy traitors", but in the end we would still be united against the real enemy: the jury.

As we all know, last year Sweden won but Finland caught the Snitch or, to put it simply, Finland won our hearts, but since the newly crowned King of Europe Käärijä was too busy being majestic and Finland was too busy being precious, Sweden graciously offered to host the competition for its neighbor.

Yes, this is what happened. No, you don't remember something different.

And yes, I ultimately decided to follow this year's competition. As someone said in some old post, Eurovision is a bit like that toxic relationship you can't escape from. And maybe you don't really want to escape from it.

So, since we're trapped in this hellhole, at least let's enjoy our time together with a heavy dose of sarcasm and a sprinkle of wholesomeness. Eurovision might have flaws, but nothing is perfect in this world after all.

As per every year, I always do my first listening while doing my chores, so the songs are in the background and I have no idea who sings what or from what country they're from. I just let them flow and see if something gets my attention.

And this year a lot of them did! I couldn't identify a clear winner, but I found a ton of small, beautiful gems everywhere. Oh, this year seems very, very promising.

As always, this is my first listening: many more will follow and my opinions may drastically change. So please, don't take my comments too seriously: this is all for fun.

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ALBANIA

Pretty nice song and pretty nice rhythm, I really like it.

But also... I've been to Tirana in January and I've listened to the songs they have there. And even if this one is very good, I would've loved more true Albanian rhythm.

Still, this will probably end in my personal playlist, so that's a plus for me.

Vote: A Titan in disguise? *Greek mythology intensifies* *Cronus intensifies*

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ARMENIA

We all stan a song in Armenian and if you don't, you will start doing now because yes, we have Armenian and yes, it sounds great.

So let's all thank Armenia for bringing its beautiful language - along with some nice Balkan rhythm that kept slapping me in the face.

But you know me, I'm a simple Mediterranean: I hear Balkan rhythm, I love it.

Vote: I will always be a slut for Balkan rhythms

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AUSTRIA

If Armenia slapped me with Balkan rhythm, Austria bitchslapped me with the whole 1990 decade.

But you know me, I am a simple Millennial: I listen to something that seems to come straight from the 90s, I dance.

Vote: We! Will! Rave!

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AUSTRALIA

This was... good. Just good. And the singer is good too. Maybe even too good.

Sigh, Australia forgot again that this is Eurovision. Please, someone, remind them this is the show of fire, sparkles and insanity.

Vote: "What ya gonna do in the real world?" Easy, WE! WILL! RAVE!

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AZERBAIJAN

Luckily Azerbaijan remembered that hey, they're the country that delivers good stuff! They should bring a good song!

And so they did and delivered us a good song, with good verses and a wonderful chorus in Azerbaijani.

The only problem is that the chorus is much better than the verses and if the song was entirely in Azerbaijani, it would've been a banger. Unfortunately, it's just good.

Vote: great job, Azerbaijan. Next time, ditch English entirely

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BELGIUM

"Are you still playing the game?" If you mean The Game, I think we all lost it.

Vote: +1 for the power move of making everyone lose The Game

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CROATIA

As soon as I started listening to it, I was assaulted by a sick rhythm. Then by a guy who tells me he's a big boy. Then by his anxiety. Then by more sick rhythm.

Then by what is probably the greatest line ever said in the history of music:

One last thing: the singer's name is Baby Lasagna. Baby Lasagna. He's speaking to my Italian heart and, even more importantly, to my Italian stomach.

And you know me, I'm a simple Italian: food is mentioned, I vibe.

Vote: my cats will vote for him

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CYPRUS

Oh no, please help this young lady! She forgot she's from Cyprus and she should send sick bops in Greek!

Vote: it's not a bad song at all. It's just not Cyprus-worthy

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CZECHIA

Oh, sorry, I didn't know this was a therapy session. I'll wait in the hall.

Vote: it's not bad, it's just... nope

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DENMARK

After a lot of disappointing years, finally Denmark brought a great song! The singer is good, the rhythm is good and it deserves a place in the final.

Vote: it's not in Danish, but we can't have everything

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ESTONIA

This song is an instant favorite. Native language, sick rhythm, adorable weirdos, all in one package.

And let me repeat that: Estonian! Beautiful Estonian language! It was such a wonderful surprise to listen to it! I literally stopped what I was doing and perked my ears because mmmh, it sounds like Finnish, but it's not exactly Finnish... what's that? And it was Estonian.

I am in love <3

Vote: pure Moldovian spirit in Estonia? I approve.

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FINLAND

So, let's recap:

we have a singer named Windows95man.

He wears a blurred Windows logo and no pants.

He comes out from an egg made of jeans.

The other singer isn't always in tune and he's dressed in pieces of jeans that make him look like a paperman.

He has the balls to ask if there's anything wrong with how he dresses.

The song screams of the 90s.

And then, during the performance, a pair of shorts literally fell from the sky.

With fire.

If that's not pure Eurovision, I don't know what it is.

(And before you ask: of course they cannot use Finnish, only Käärijä can and only the next Käärijä will be allowed to use it.)

Vote: Even if Finland sent the worst, most boring singer ever, for this year I would've given it a free pass. But Finns are such bosses, they decided to send this. Respect only

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FRANCE

And here on the right, you can see the French Frenching harder than ever.

Vote: a song named "Mon Amour". Seriously. Seriously. What will be the next one about? La Tour Eiffel? Oh wait, you already did that

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GERMANY

I'm mad because I already know this song will get zero points just because "iT's GeRmAnY", even if it's actually good.

Vote: thank you Germany for still sending good songs. You deserve more

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GEORGIA

You're "rising from the ashes like a phoenix"? Well, now I remember Conchita Wurst with Rise like a phoenix, which is way way WAY better than this song.

And since Conchita is Austrian, I also remembered the memo we got this year, which is one and one only: WE! WILL! RAVE!

Vote: more rave, less this

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GREECE

What? What? What do my ears hear? Greek rhythm? Greek language? And it comes together with a more modern vibe?

See, Greece? SEE? This is how you do things well. This is how you choose a good singer to represent your country. Thank you, Greece, for finally picking someone competent and not the umpteenth child.

Vote: finally, a song Greece-worthy

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ICELAND

I don't know why, but this song reminds me of another, more famous song. Can't exactly pinpoint which one, but it's way too familiar and I don't like it.

Vote: as soon as it was over, I forgot it

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IRELAND

And here on the left, you can see Ireland coming back to their roots, aka the most insane, batshit crazy stuff they have, stuff that will make you question what the heck happens on that island and if everyone's okay.

Vote: not a favorite, but it's definitely something I've never heard before. So that's a plus

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ISRAEL

I still have no idea why Israel is here, but I suppose that some have a free pass for killing innocents.

The singer isn't bad either, but the rhythm keeps reminding me of another, more famous song. Just like Iceland, I don't remember exactly which one, except that the famous one was better.

Vote: you shouldn't even be here

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ITALY

I already made a post commenting the Italian songs from this year and told a couple things about Angelina Mango and this song's meaning.

Here I can only reconfirm that this song is still a huge bop, the southern rhythm is still my Roman Empire and we may still have some chances of winning this year's Eurovision.

Vote: her southern accent my beloved

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LATVIA

The rhythm isn't so bad, but it's just so. Very. Forgettable.

But hey, I suppose it's good for re-listening, because I listened to it twice and both times it was like listening to it for the first time.

I didn't like it both times, but that's a detail.

Vote: just as forgettable as the Icelandic one

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LITHUANIA

You know, I respect Lithuania. Their songs are not my favorite, but they keep using their own beautiful language. Hence why, they deserve a place in the final.

Vote: keep showing us the beautiful Lithuanian language, I believe that one day I will find I song I like

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LUXEMBOURG

Do you know what I feared the most this year? That Luxembourg came back after 30 years and the song was shit. That they showed us something stale and boring.

But Luxembourg stepped in like the queen of the party and said: "Please, hold both my French and my English, because I can and I will drop something sick". And so they did.

Amazing rhythm, amazing singer, amazing return.

Vote: Luxembourg is back and wants to win

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MALTA

Malta is my personal Sweden. Even when they send a song I don't really like (like this one), it's just weak. I don't remember a song coming from them that I considered truly "bad".

I don't know what kind of sorcery Malta does, but it works on me every year.

Vote: Malta has too much power on me

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MOLDOVA

Don't worry, Moldova: you can't always be the best every year. You deserve to relax once in a while and this year you've been covered by a lot of other countries.

Vote: it's not the huge bop you would expect from Moldova, but that's okay. I'll let it pass, because Moldova always does great things for Eurovision

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THE NETHERLANDS

This song has a lot of amazing things.

First, the language: thank God, the Netherlands are still sending songs in their native language as it should be. It's beautiful to listen to it and I love to hear words that kinda remind me of both German and English.

Second: despite what it seems, this song isn't a satire/parody of Europe. On the contrary, it's a celebration of how open Europe is and how easy it is to travel without borders.

And it may seem normal for us because we're used to it now, but I visited Albania this January and there were a shit ton of controls and checks to do. While last time I went to Greece, all I had to do was walk down a corridor, show my ID card and everything was fine. The open borders truly are a victory for everyone who likes to travel - and a sign of how much better Europe is. So a song celebrating them is very much appreciated.

Third: the song isn't just about open borders! It's about a man remembering his parents, about how much he still misses them. And it's about his victory. In the end, he's literally telling them: look, dad and mom, I finally made it to Eurovision.

And these soft, wholesome things always get me in my cold heart <3

Vote: top of the final chart, no questions

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NORWAY

Let's all thank Norway for bringing the folk theme, along with their beautiful language.

I don't know what happened this year, but we are blessed by so many beautiful languages it truly seems like Eurovision and not Englishvision.

Vote: a bit too many screams, but I appreciate the enthusiasm of speaking in your native language

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POLAND

Poland learned from last year and instead of bringing another ball of nothing, they brought a song more fitting for their vibes.

It's in English tho, and that's very sad because Polish is a nice language. But at least the singer is good and in tune.

Vote: She built the tower. If it's the one from Stephen King's series, then we should have a chat

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PORTUGAL

Portugal did a miracle last year, by bringing a song I actually liked. So in order to be coherent, this year they brought another boring, forgettable song.

Vote: nothing good lasts forever

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SAN MARINO

Don't worry, people, San Marino will bring all the party vibes we need. It will take them some time to come, because they took a detour to Spain, but the vibes are still great.

Vote: maybe this year they won't be the usual traitors and give us 12 points

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SERBIA

Serbian lyrics? Yes, please!

And even if this song has some ballad vibes, it's not the umpteenth boring ballad. It's a very nice, soft song and the singer's voice is good too.

Vote: great job, Serbia

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SLOVENIA

A song in Slovenian? We stan! We all stan!

I'm not sure I like the "rrruaph!" sound, but the use of a native language and the dark vibes are very appreciated.

Vote: all these countries are spoiling us with their beautiful languages and I'm here for it

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SPAIN

Spain rarely disappoints and once again they proved it: instead of bringing the umpteenth young gal, this year they chose a more mature singer and not only she has a wonderful angelic voice, but she sings in sexy Spanish and her song is perfect dance material.

Vote: We're all zorras

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SWEDEN

Since Sweden refuses to bring something else besides the same generic pop music in English, I want to start a new trend: the Swedish Suggestion Box. Here we can all suggest much more interesting Swedish songs (or artists!). There's only one rule: they shouldn't be boring, nor generic stuff you can hear on the radio 24/7.

This year, I would like to suggest Nanne Grönvall: she's a pop singer, but she mostly sings in Swedish. I particularly recommend the songs Håll om mig, Den Vilda, and Vi är dom tuffaste.

If you have other Swedish artists or songs worthy of attention, please recommend them in the comments/reblogs! Even if the songs are in English, they're still fine! As I said, the only rule is that it shouldn't be generic and boring.

And I know Sweeden can do better than generic and boring.

Vote: Suggestions are open!

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SWITZERLAND

Switzerland is my second Sweden: even if other people might hate the songs it brings, I've rarely hated something coming from it. And if I did, it was with fiery passion. Yes, I'm looking at you, devastatingly boring 2022's entry.

So I'm very happy that this year we can all agree this is a great song, because wow. WOW. Mixing electropop with opera singing made something truly amazing to listen to and I can't wait to see if the singer manages to do it live. If he can, it will be magnificent.

Vote: fine, Switzerland, I'll forgive you for the 2022's entry. But only if you keep sending amazing stuff like this

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UKRAINE

Ukraine = quality and no one can deny it. I'm not a huge fan of this mix rap/Ukrainian rhythm they have been brought in these last years, but as long as I can listen to some nice Ukrainian language and some new vibes, I am all for it.

Vote: thank you, Ukraine, for always bringing amazing stuff

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UNITED KINGDOM

And here it is: the only country (with Ireland) that is legally allowed to use English in a song. Even if I dream that, one day, the UK will send a song in French and blow up the entirety of Europe.

The song per se isn't bad: very 90s' vibes, very dancey. But if I have to choose something with 90s vibes, I prefer the rave.

Vote: not bad UK, but could be better

[rndmcreeps]

I need more Iceberg content, anything of him, maybe him still being a bit snarky but showing his love, anything truly, i just love him.

i want to kiss him your honor

cw: mentions of (name) x iceberg x gears (but gears never shows up, hes just mentioned .) reader has implied sleeping issues

Good Days

❝tell me im not my fears, my limitations❞

You wordlessly came into Dr. Iceberg's office despite his complaints, putting your head down on an empty patch of his desk before whining in complaint.

"Babyyy...my head hurts."

Dr. Iceberg stares back at you in blankly, before asking in a condescending tone. "Oh, really? And what do you think I'm supposed to do about that? Do you expect me to do something or?" he says in a cold and uncaring tone, looking at and staring you down.

"Shuddup and let me rest. Or I'll tell Gears about how you've been staring at his ass in the elevator." You said, slightly muffled by your head in your arms while you rest your head on the desk.

What!?” he asks, clearly embarrassed about this.

Dr. Iceberg sighs, before replying in an faux angry tone. “Fine, I guess I’ll ‘let you rest’… I suppose I can just continue with all this bullshit paperwork that the others threw my way.. but I guess you won’t even let me do that!” he says in a frustrated and pissed off tone, staring at you in 'anger'. That last sentence about Dr. Gears catches him by surprise however, and he turns a beat red.

"You guys are both my... boyfriends. You think I wouldn't notice that?" You mutter in a soft tone, a hint of mirth playfully made its way out your mouth with the words.

Dr. Iceberg just looks down in embarrassment, before sighing and replying in a tone of defeat. “I suppose you’ve got me there…” he says in a annoyed tone, looking back over to the pile of paperwork and grabbing the first one, staring down at it as if it is going to fight him. “Just so we’re both clear, I’m not looking like I’m enjoying what I’m doing, okay?”

"Whaddya mean. There's no way Dr. Iceberg himself doesn't enjoy the sea of paperwork dumped onto him. Are you crazy." You said, sarcasm lacing your words.

Dr. Iceberg looks back at you with one very glaring and pissed off stink eye. He replies in a very sarcastic tone, mocking you. “Oh yeah, it’s totally my favorite thing to do! I just love sitting at a desk for hours on end and having a bunch of paperwork dumped onto me by the others! It’s just great!” he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm and annoyance.

"Me personally, I would burn the paperwork. It's their fault anyways. Shouldn't have given to you." You groaned again, fucking headaches. You move where one of your hands are open as you tried to sleep like a kid trying to sleep in his class. Your trying to coax him into their non-dominant hands holding.

Dr. Iceberg rolls his eyes at your sarcastic suggestion, before replying in an annoyed tone. “Thanks, smartass, that’s a great idea! Why didn’t I think of that? I could be fired or demoted and my whole career would be ruined, which is great!” he says in a sarcastic and angry tone, looking down at the pile of paperwork with pure hatred.

You let out a little groan, a complaint to your raging headache before your half-asleep. Iceberg takes your hand gives it a soft squeeze.

Dr. Iceberg sighs and stops his work again to look over at you. “Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?” he asks in a passive aggressive soft tone, slightly leaning forward as he offers you a smile, even as cold as he is.

"My fuckin' head hurts! What did you expect," You complain in a slightly loud voice before your voice becomes softer. "Do you have tylenol or ibuprofen. or advil. baby, please."

Dr. Iceberg sighs and gets up, going and grabbing a bottle of ibuprofen from his desk. “Here. Take 2 and you should feel much better soon.” he says in a calm tone as he hands the bottle of ibuprofen over to you and sits back down at his desk, continuing to work on the pile of paperwork on his desk. “Let me know if you need anything else. I should be done with this work in around 30 minutes.”

"God I'm in love with you." You took the pills without any water, he could see your face. You looked sleeped deprived to the point it kind of made you look stoned, but for some reason, you looked stoned frequently despite being sober.

Dr. Iceberg looks back at you and blushes at your words. He seems to forget for a moment that he is supposed to be a cold and unfeeling researcher, as your words of love seem to pierce straight through him and leave him speechless and blushing for a solid minute, before his professional mask seems to reawaken and he returns back to his more normal, cold and unfeeling personality, before replying shortly.

“Likewise.”

Needless to say, you were conked out 5 minutes later.

— by @rndmcreeps do not post or translate without my permission !!

[lesbi-nyan]

Its like 3:47AM and ig im making a life update post since i cant fall back asleep.

Huge news. in just these last 3 days of looking at places with assistance from this local housing program, I have responded to 8 listings and immediately got a reply from 1 that same hour. had a viewing the next day. yesterday I signed my very first rental lease contract and and i've paid the deposit fee. my move in date is march 15th!!! I'll have a proper place w a roommate (stranger).

The subsidy this program said they would provide me with, is no longer happening because i have too many savings above their cap. The great thing (sarcasm) about this, is i went with this place cause tho it is slightly above budget at $945/m (with utilities), with the rental subsidy that makes it loads more affordable. but now my whole paycheck from my minimum wage job is going to go to paying rent, with barely any left over. I mentioned this to the worker and she said she'd ask her manager if the subsidy would still be appropriate. to be determined.

the lease is only 5.5 months, with potential for longer.

I'm takibg steps to find a better paying job and one that'll make me hopefully less miserable. this program isnt just leaving me cut and try either; our next step is to visit Work BC and figure out HOW i can get a bettrr paying job/ the skills for that. that'll b next week.

as of earlier this week, during yet another work breakdown, my manager asked me how i feel about this job. i've told him i dont feel i fit in here and it sucks cause i was so excited to work for this compaby, and i am looking for new work. but i dont have a timeframe.

he said he won't change my schedule til i ask him to, and said he's sorry to see me leave, as he's seen some great work from me, just that it's really 50/50. somedays i cannot function, and other days i feel amazibg and great. To be clear i hate this job but i have to stick with it a bit longer.

I'm probably gonna keep ebegging, but with this new place i hope i can also start posting more lewd content that'll make you want to tip me 💜. if only if onlyfans finally accepts my damn identity authentication, ive been struggling with it for months and it sucks.

Thank you to everyone who's tipped and donated and been supportive to me these last 4 months of my leaving/ running away from my parents' place, and setting out in my own. it's not been easy, but it is getting better ~nya