#the air quality is improving slowly

[getting-messi]

The smoke from the forest fires are affecting the weather so bad……I hope I can get some sun for my graduation tomorrow☹️

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Economic Survey says air quality in Delhi is slowly improving Latest News Delhi

Air quality in Delhi improved from 2016 with the total number of days in the good, satisfactory and moderate categories of the Central Pollution Control Board (CPCB) index between 2016 and 2021, according to the Economic Survey 2022-23 tabled in Parliament Is. on Tuesday. “The number of ‘good, satisfactory’ and moderate days increased to 197 in 2021 as compared to 108 in 2016 and the number of…

[chadleys]

›› pairing: astarion x reader

›› wordcount: 1.9k

›› genre: established relationship, smut, fluff.

›› rating: 18+, mdni

›› synopsis: got a request for pregnant tav and astarion taking place after the events of the game. this is that.

›› warnings: pregnant!reader, impreg, biting, mentions of blood drinking.

the grounds of the manse are still, quiet, as you examine yourself in the full-length mirror by the window. cloud cover has been rolling in all day; a storm is brewing. you wish it would just arrive already — you’ve always loved the rain. and any excuse to spend the afternoon in bed with your beloved while rainfall pounds at the windows is a good one to you.

you turn this way and that, examining the subtle swell of your belly. that’s not the only change you’ve noticed, of course; your hips and thighs are a shade larger, your breasts more plump, arms slightly too thick to fit into most of your tunics anymore.

at the moment a sheer, lacy negligee drapes from your shoulders, the bottom hem barely brushing the backs of your thighs.

just as you start to grimace and turn from the mirror, a knock at the door distracts you.

❝ is my love decent? ❞ astarion’s dulcet tones make your legs quake and a tenuous bout of gooseflesh prick your arms.

❝ as though you’d care either way, ❞ you purr. a moment ago, you were desperate to get away from the reflection in the mirror. now, you stand your ground, waiting for him to enter.

which he does, beautiful body sliding between door and frame as his crimson gaze finds you. he sighs, wistfully, and his bare feet make quiet shuffling noises along the hard wood floor as he approaches. ❝ what can i say other than that you’re right? you are utterly indecent and i have to be honest. i prefer you this way … ❞ those last words spoken right into your ear send a shiver down your spine, your lashes fluttering before flying open again.

this. this is why you so suddenly changed your mind about abandoning your post in front of the mirror. it’s been enchanted. ever since your return to baldur’s gate, both your and astarion’s fortunes have vastly improved. not only monetarily, though it’s certainly been fun to watch your coffers steadily rise and eventually overflow. but also your general quality of life; not only do you have a special midwife who’s been helping to check on the babe from time to time, making the periodic blood meals it requires more palatable for you, but every mirror in the house has been magicked to be able to show a vampire’s reflection.

❝ admiring yourself? ❞ astarion’s voice is unbearably low and intoxicating in your ear. you nearly fall into his arms, as one wraps itself around your waist, hand cupping your belly. ❝ … i know i am. ❞

your hands come to brace themselves on astarion’s forearms, running back and forth, though you’re comforting yourself more than you are him. ❝ just the opposite, ❞ you all but spit. ❝ i don’t look like myself anymore. these changes, they … they disgust me. ❞

suddenly, you’re being whirled, losing your footing. but astarion is there, hands on your biceps, drawing you close and pressing his mouth fiercely to yours.

you melt, fingers clutching at the collar of his tunic, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

just when you think he’s sucked all the air from your lungs, he presses you back and allows you to breathe again.

❝ i don’t ever want to hear you talking about yourself like that again. and i do mean ever. ❞ gentle fingers swipe a lock of hair back from your forehead. ❝ you’re carrying my child; how could you possibly be disgusting? ❞

at a loss for words, you let him wheel you slowly back around to face the mirror. chin hooked over your shoulder, his scorching carmine gaze roves over you. slow hands part the lapels of your negligee, traipsing over all of your newest curves. ❝ look at this beautiful body ... ❞ his voice is low and hot, splashing molten waves over your entire body. ❝ and it's all mine. ❞

in one swift move, he sinks his teeth into your neck, making you moan and squirm against him. he doesn't drink from you anymore, not when you need all the energy you have to keep up with the life growing inside of you. but it's enough for him to continue to mark you, never letting your bites heal fully before he leaves more.

❝ astarion ... ❞ his name is a plea on your lips as you lean back into him, a solid pressure against your back.

❝ i can smell you, ❞ is his response, one hand traveling steadily downward, ❝ getting so wet for me. it happens more often now that you're pregnant, have you noticed? i certainly have. ❞

you want to tell him that it's not like the two of you weren't having sex every single night before. but now you're having sex every morning, too. and afternoon. and evening …

instead, you swallow thickly and swerve onto your other path of thinking. the path that focuses on the heat between your legs, thighs already sticking together as astarion slips a hand between them and cups your sex.

❝ please tell me you were wearing this — ❞ he plucks a piece of flimsy fabric from the negligee between his teeth. ❝ — for easy access? ❞

❝ of course. ❞ it hadn’t even crossed your mind.

astarion releases a shaky breath and steps away from you. you miss him immediately. ❝ get on the bed. ❞ normally he would throw you onto it, bthe two of you are taking every precaution for the baby.

climbing onto the soft bedspread of your giant four-poster bed, you allow astarion to come after you, crawling, hunting you as if you were his prey. the softest, sweetest prey he’d ever encounter.

legs spread, you welcome him between them, where his hardness presses — warm and insistent — against your wetness. but he still has his breeches on.

you hook a finger into the waist and tug, letting the fabric snap back against his alabaster skin. ❝ these, i think, need to come off. ❞

❝ why, i do believe you’re right. ❞ using his roguelike reflexes, the trousers are gone before you know it and his erection is jutting up, thick and hard, against his stomach. the sight is enough to make you salivate.

normally you’d put it in your mouth straight away, but pregnancy has made you overly sensitive to nausea and you really don’t want to chance ruining this lovely afternoon. so you pull him down by his tunic and kiss him again, your tongues slipping, dancing, enjoying themselves.

one of astarion’s hands has found itself down between your legs again, and he parts from you to whisper, ❝ you’re so wet … i think i could just … ❞

he trails off, and the head of his cock finds your entrance. gentle fingers splay your lips apart and he guides himself right into you, gliding easily along your slick walls. this is not the first time you’ve gotten wet so easily for him and certainly won’t be the last.

you pull your legs back, hooking your arms around your knees to hold yourself open for him. you’ve made this exact shape with your body many times before, and not always in a bed as comfortable as this one. but the extra weight you’ve put on makes holding the position a touch more difficult this time, and one of your legs slips from your grasp, knocking astarion hard in the side.

❝ gods, sorry! ❞ you reach for him, to make sure he’s okay, but the vampire catches your hand easily and pins it to the bedclothes, fingers twined with yours.

❝ never apologize to me, my love. you have no need to. you could ravish me, and still i would thank you. ❞

the thought makes your toes curl; being with astarion hasn’t always been easy, especially when you first met. but now … especially now that you’re pregnant, his desire to dote upon you has grown immeasurably. you want nothing more than to bask in the intensity of his gaze forevermore … and to give birth to his child, of course, but that is still months off.

❝ i still c-can’t believe, ❞ you stutter as he begins to thrust, ❝ you actually managed to get me pregnant. ❞

astarion covers your swollen belly with one of his perfect hands, and both of you watch your breasts sway as he fucks you. ❝ my dear, i was so full of your blood that night i’d be surprised if you don’t give birth to twins. ❞

the thought makes your head swim, your legs clench around his waist, drawing him in, wanting him so much deeper.

neither of you had strictly known that was how it worked; that the more blood a vampire had drunk, the more virile they’d become. not until conducting some research and investigation after you’d mysteriously missed your cycle that month.

needless to say, however, both of you were beyond thrilled.

❝ careful, ❞ you jest, with your legs still tight around him, urging him on. ❝ don’t want to poke the baby’s eye out. ❞

astarion chuckles, leaning down to lay a chiding bite to your chest, fully on display now that the opposites sides of your negligee had fallen completely open. ❝ i don’t claim to be an expert, but i don’t think that’s how it works, love. ❞

as if to prove his point, his hips start to piston in and out of you. harder, faster, astarion holds your gaze as he all but begins to plow you.

pregnancy has made you sensitive in ways you couldn’t believe were possible. the ridges of his fat cock dragging against your tight walls make the room go fuzzy, the bed canopy above you shifting and twinkling like a sky full of stars.

your hands are in his hair, tugging, drawing a hiss from him as he tosses his head back against your ministrations.

he growls, tight and low, that he wants to see you cum, wants to see you lose yourself for him. and you can’t help but obey.

your entire body seizes, toes curling in the sheets, and astarion fucks you through it with harsh, demanding thrusts. you’re so wet that his cock makes sticky sweet noises every time he enters you.

it takes him no time at all, after that, to finish for you. this time you pull your legs back as far as possible and tell him to cum as deep inside of you as he can, wishing to every god you believe in that he could get you pregnant again now, fuck another baby into you.

the one already inside of you is demanding enough, but you can’t help but marinate on astarion’s earlier words: what if you’re having twins? the thought fills you with inexplicable joy, heart pounding big and broad in your chest.

astarion sighs and slips to the side of you, sliding down to place his cheek against your belly. ❝ see? i don’t think he minds at all … ❞

❝ oh? and how do you know it’s a he? ❞ you can barely catch your breath to ask, fingers brushing hair back from astarion’s sweaty forehead.

❝ i don’t. but if you have a boy, you can be guaranteed i’ll be getting you pregnant again as fast as i can, so that he’ll have a sister to keep him in line. ❞

[nenelonomh]

the importance of mindfulness

mindfulness is a practice that involves being fully in the moment and paying attention to your thoughts, feelings and sensations without judgment. it has gained recognition for its positive impact on both mental and physical well-being.

here are some reasons why practising mindfulness is important:

mindfulness helps manage stress by allowing us to respond to our environment differently. our minds are not well-suited for the modern world, but mindfulness techniques let us navigate challenges more effectively.

studies show that mindfulness-based therapies can reduce anxiety and depression. by focusing on the present moment, individuals can better cope with life’s difficulties and protect their mental well-being. since mindfulness teaches us to be fully in the present, mental noise (which is often a large contributor to anxiety and depression) can be reduced. additionally, mindfulness practices, such as meditation, activate the parasympathetic nervous system. this leads to a sense of calm and relaxation, reducing reactivity to stressors.

mindfulness isn’t just about mental health; it also positively impacts our physical health. evidence suggests that it can lower blood pressure, improve sleep quality, and enhance overall well-being. by managing stress and promoting relaxation, mindfulness contributes to cardiovascular well-being. it can also lead to better sleep quality. when we're mindful, we let go of racing thoughts and create a calm mental space conducive to restful sleep. while more research is needed, preliminary evidence suggests that mindfulness might enhance immune function. it may help people recover more quickly from illnesses like colds or flu. for further reading about this, see this article from the american psychological association.

practising mindfulness often leads to increased relaxation, enthusiasm for life, and improved self-esteem. it helps us to see the world differently and live a more compassionate, fulfilled life.

mindfulness techniques can help people cope with physical pain. by being fully present and accepting the sensations, individuals may experience relief and improved pain management.

but nene, how can i be mindful?

first, dedicate a specific time each day for mindfulness practice. something i have made a routine of is stretching when i first wake up ~ allowing myself time to wake up slowly and move my body. your dedicated time could be as short as five minutes, or longer, depending on your practice.

find a quiet and comfortable spot where you won't be disturbed. sit or lie down in a relaxed position.

close your eyes and pay attention to your breath. feel the air entering and leaving your nostrils or the rise and fall of your chest. if your mind wanders, gently bring it back to your breath.

some specific mindfulness practices include:

three-step breathing kettering general health - youtube video

five senses check-in the partnership in education - youtube video with love, esta - youtube video

body scan policy research associates - youtube video mariellen brown - youtube video

further reading: positivepsychology.com NIH news in health psychcentral american psychological association

remember - mindfulness is a skill that improves with practice. regular mindfulness, whether through formal meditation or everyday activities, can have great positive effects.

i hope you enjoyed today's post! ❤️ nene

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✦ 𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑨𝑺𝑻 ✦

(Ari Levinson x Naive Reader!) One shot

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· Plot: When you travel to the coast for undefined time, didn´t thought in meeting a man with whom you would end up falling in love.

· ¡Warnings! SMUT, +18 ONLY. Naive reader, innocence kink! Age gap (Reader is in a legal age) Explicit language, size kink! Horny thots, Size kink! Pet names (Doll, Princess) p in v Fluff,!! explicit language, mentions of reader losing her virginity, talking about marriage, mention of using condom! if I missed someone please let me know! Not following the RSDR plot

· IF YOU DON´T LIKE ANYTHING ABOUT THAT PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING, MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

· Autor’s note: Heyyy I really hope that you like this One Shot, this is inspired in the song “West Coast” By Lana Del Rey, everything written here was thought and written by me, you do not have permission to adapt it for any platform,

English is not my native language, I apologize for writing errors, I will try to improve as long as I keep practicing

· Reblogs, notes and likes are appreciated! Feel free to make requests <3

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University was out, summer vacation never sounded so exciting before, previous years your vacations consisted of going camping with your parents and their friends, listening to boring business talk, and eating so many roasted marshmallows until the sugar completely invaded your system.

But this year is different, coming of age had privileges and disadvantages, but at least you can choose where to spend the rest of your vacation before worrying about finding a job because the university was over.

Going to the coast didn't sound so bad, as a child you went to visit your grandmother a lot and spent most of the time together, until family problems drove you further and further away, fortunately this was the opportunity to recover quality time with your grandmother, or..not? whatever the stay would be nice.

The first days were pleasant, you talked until dawn with your grandmother about stories that both had lived, cooking together, and learning to sew dresses with the old fabrics that she kept in the shed, but without a doubt your favorite activity is the handmade pearl necklaces, in a small wooden box there were different miniatures to make jewelry, and absolutely that was one of your favorite hobbies.

One afternoon you decided to leave your room and enjoy the sunset at sea, only wearing a purple nightgown of soft fabric, admiring the pink and orange colors that were reflected in the water of the vast sea, you slowly entered to swim on the sea, seeing the sea shells and feeling how the small waves rock your body, there is nothing more beautiful than summer on the west coast, or so you thought until when you came to the surface and you saw him.

A 6'8 tall, bearded man with long hair, shirtless, only wearing shorts, he was smoking a cigarette while watching the pink sunset too, he seemed interesting, handsome, and attractive in a way that only he could be.

"hello" an innocent look and nervous smile made him smile a little, his presence was evident, and he could intimidate anyone

"hey" he said as he finished blowing out the cigarette smoke

"Haven't I seen you around here before, tourist?"

"Oh no, I'm here indefinitely, I'm staying with my grandmother for the summer"

"nice" he said as he continued to watch the sunset

"And…. you? Do you live here?

you came out of the sea, the difference in height was noticeable, and in age too, after all he is a grown man

"I work in the mechanical workshop of the city, that's why I obviously live here"

With the cold air and drops of water dripping from your nightgown, your hard nipples were noticeable on the soft fabric of the nightgown.

"You should go in and put on a sweater, you're going to catch a cold in the evening air"

Confused you turned to see the sky just to check the weather, slowly the air changing to a fresh summer breeze

Turning back, you saw him walking to the right, casually leaving.

"hey, wait! what's your name?” you said raising your voice, he turned his head over his shoulder

"Ari" he said as he raised his hand to say goodbye and turned around.

You saw him go away while the fresh wind blew stronger and stronger, you ran through the sand towards your grandma house, you went up to the bathroom and you could see your appearance in the mirror, unruly hair and after all this time, a transparent nightgown that clearly shows your body, you sighed in shame and took a cold shower.

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It had been one week since you saw Ari Near the coast, you simply found him attractive, whatever it was that one day when you were going out to watch the sunset became a routine, going every day without fail to sit in front of the sea and create pearl necklaces and collecting shells by the sand.

You caught Ari's attention, since the first time he saw you that afternoon swimming in the sea, it wasn't very common for his life to have new experiences, business, money, money and business that was his life, he almost never took the time to appreciate cute things like you and to be honest, Ari is an observant man, he paid attention from his balcony while he smoked, he watched how you stayed up late in front of the sea, dancing and laughing alone over little occurrences that only made sense in your head, if only he knew that part of your occurrences had to do with him, and maybe not yet in a lustful way.

He could tell how naive you are by the way you get excited when you see the sea as if it were the first time.

And the next day he was coming back from work, seeing from afar the little lady keeping seashells in her hair.

"Ari…hi!" you said smiling when you saw him, he really didn't seem like a bad guy, and he isn't but a part of him really wanted to push your limits.

“Hello doll how was your day ?” you smiled slightly “Fun, I stayed here, and I stopped by the supermarket to buy some things” you said while watched the man place his backpack on the sand and sit next to you,

He lit a cigarette to take a drag

"Can...Can I try?" You said while pointing your index finger at the cigarette.

"Oh doll, sweet girls like you shouldn't try this, I don't even know if you're of legal age" Ari knew, he knew that you're of legal age, otherwise he would have deprived himself of paying attention to you, anyway he wanted to know how far you would go.

“Well I´m 19, I’m a grown woman and I can try a cigarette if I want” You said as you raised your head to try to reach his height, even though you were sitting there were still noticeable centimeters of difference between you,

"Tell me your name and maybe I'll let you try a little doll"

"y/n" you said while looking into his eyes trying to scan his reaction, you wanted to try new things this summer, smoking is bad you've heard it hundreds of times, but Ari aroused in you the desire to learn new things.

He smirked and passed you the cigarette,

"You have to take a deep breath and release after a while"

you did it, and you thought you did it right, but a cloud of hot smoke passing through your throat, burning you and making you cough said the opposite,

"you see, this is not for girls as pretty as you" he said while patting your back.

"Then why do you like it so much?"you said. "hard to explain doll"

After a while in silence enjoying each other's company, you talked "do you have family here? I always see you alone"

"Well yes I have my family, my brother is in the city and my parents too"

"Oh” after a long pause you talked again “... are you married?" God knows that question came naturally, Ari would think it was an insinuation, of course if the question came from another girl, he laughed but just because your innocent look he noticed that you really wanted to know.

"No, that's not for me" simple answer, you were about to ask him something else, ask him why he believed that marriage was not for him, but he interrupted you by returning the question

"Do you have a boyfriend doll?"

you moved your head to the sides saying no, Ari was internally glad of the answer, he didn't think any boy deserved to be with someone like you, he didn't even think that he was worthy to talk to you, such an innocent girl quickly trusting a stranger who had just know Which would be dangerous if he wasn't as respectful as he's been.

"I liked a boy from the university, but he has a girlfriend" you said wanting to open more to the conversation.

“Well sometimes boys are trash, they miss it”

you laughed loudly, "what?" he said while laughing a little too.

"You sounded like my best friend, she would say things like that"

"How long will you stay here?" he said, his question wiped the smile off your face as you remembered that you had to go home, "I don't know, I'll just go back to look for a job, I'd like to become independent" he noticed how your moods changed "hey don't get discouraged, the world is wide and there are beautiful things in every corner of it, you are proof of it"

"you think I'm pretty" you smiled proud, self-centered, happy that the handsome man said you're pretty

"How old are you Ari?"

"Ouch, do you want to make me feel old? I'm 40 doll"

"oh you're already an old man" fantasizing and thinking about it made you feel butterflies in your stomach, without even knowing why, but risky sounded attractive.

"You really think I'm an old man? An old man couldn't do this" he said and then got up and took you by the waist and carried you. Strong laughter came out of your mouth while Ari carried your body with ease.

"Ari stop! I can't anymore" you said while you ran out of air from laughing so much at the game of chase and catch that Ari was doing

he was getting hard just hearing you say that he likes the sound of your laugh and what you say while you laugh out loud, but he would like to hear it in another context, an adult context.

it was getting dark, the moon reflected in the sea and Ari was hungry "Come with me I know a nice place we could go"

you turned to see your grandmother's house, staying inside, and missing out on the fun was not one of the plans so you decided to accompany him.

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A small restaurant set in the sea, surfboards as decoration and marine animals, phosphorescent lamps and Hawaiian tables, they entered the restaurant, you took two Hawaiian necklaces, you wanted to put one on Ari but he is simply taller, with tenderness he bent down so that you will place it.

The people who worked in the restaurant knew him and looked at you amazed, a 6´8 bearded man, owner of important mechanics from the west coast, together with an adorable and innocent girl with unruly hair and a pale blue beach dress.

He pulled your chair over for you to sit down while you took the menu, "It's really nice here" you said as he ordered the waiter two drinks "do you drink alcohol doll?"

"I've never tried it, but I could try" for Ari that was a resounding no, he didn't want you to end up with a hangover and bad experiences, "I'll order a lemonade with tequila and for her an orange juice"

"and my drink?" a noticeable pout was seen on your face

"You'll try mine; I don't think you'll end up liking it"

You got up from the table when a catchy song began to play on the small restaurant floor, dancing enjoying the moment, you approached Ari to the dance floor, you both danced together and he carefully put his hands on your back without warning you took his hands and you went to your waist, with confidence you saw him smiling and they continued dancing

And that Ari liked that you were sure of yourself,

The night passed normally, enjoying the stories that each one had to tell, Ari drinking his tequila with lemonade, sure that the alcohol had no effect on his system.

He checked his watch to realize that it was already midnight

"Doll we should go back" "but Ariiii I'm having a lot of fun with you" you said with a pout on your face, and Ari was clearly proud of it, "I know doll but we should go back, then I'll take you to more nice places near here but it's time to go" "mmkay" you said as you placed your empty glass on the table,

He paid and you both walk with entwined hands, going back the on way he had traveled since he arrived at the coast years ago, the same path you memorized after spending a few weeks in that beautiful place, swinging their hands as they walked, you both walked in front of the sea, you stopped walking

"Is everything okay doll?" he said trying to analyze if something was wrong, you compared his big and warm hand next to yours, your small and soft hand decorated with pastel pink nail polish, you saw it for a few seconds and you got up to kiss him which took Ari by surprise, he took you by the waist to give you stability while he reacted by taking control of the kiss, it was obvious that it was your first kiss since the lack of experience of your lips showed it to him, he began to get hard, you gave up trying to take control of the kiss, leting yourself be guided by him, the taste of alcohol and cigarettes in his mouth began to please you, a feeling that only happened when you watched romantic movies on television started to be created between your legs.

You both separated due to lack of air before that dominant kiss, he could observe you, illuminated by the light of the moon with puffy lips and tired eyes your where really tired, his erection was noticeable on his canvas pants, you smiled innocently and with lust, to then run quickly to your grandmother's house, you carried your shoes in your hands, your hair free by the wind and traces of your bare feet in the sand leaving a small path on the sand.

"Fuck doll, you will end up being my perdition” he said as he watched your little silhouette disappear as you ran

you arrived home, agitated, happy and with adrenaline that made your heart beat fast, you went up to your room and in your bed looking at the ceiling while you remembered everything that happened in a moment, small tickles in your intimate zone made you tremble, you have never felt something so strong for someone, and it feels so forbidden because you feel it for a man who is years older than you, now you were happy, hot and tired

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the next day you went out again in front of the sea, remembering what happened the night before, excited for the rest of the time here and wishing it would not end, but surprisingly Ari did not arrive at the time he used to do it, it was getting late and you decided enter your house again, your grandmother was not at home, on Saturdays she goes out with her friends and usually she came back the next day so you have one day alone per week, it was around 11 at night, you were in your pants pink plaid and a little tank top with a strawberry embroidered on the front, waiting for the microwave to finish making the popcorn before watching a movie

The doorbell rang which was strange to you because your grandmother hardly ever receives people on her house,

It was Ari, a black leather jacket and a gray shirt, boots, and blue canvas pants, more attractive than you remembered him

"Hello Ari, I didn't know you would come, which is also funny because I never told you where I live" you said joking, you invited him to come forward, "I've come here a couple of times to repair some things, and how careless I would be if I didn't know where my girl lives" he said

his girl you liked how it sounded and it seemed like a nice way he perceived you,

the microwave sounded breaking the silence, the popcorn was ready, you went to the kitchen for a bowl "why did you run doll?" you turned to see him, you felt small for a moment "did you think he was going to come after you and catch you?" you swallowed hard, that wasn't really what you wanted, it was just a bit of fun

"well no, princess I don't run after what I want, I go patiently for it" he went to the kitchen, "well here you are now" you said while he placed behind your ear a lock of your hair "is this a game for you princess?" you moved your head to the sides, it wasn't, but you're such a tease "N..no Ari" he took your chin with his hands so you could see "I like you princess, you're pretty and I promise to be there for you and take care of you, and spoil you, only if you let me"

"Yes," never you a word come out of your mouth so quickly, he kissed you a dominant kiss, claiming what is his "you left me hard the other day" "I guess you finished horny too right princess" how could he know?

"When you kissed me.. I felt ticklish" Ari smirked, "I know doll, where did you feel it?" you gave him an innocent look you both knew where

While he was playing with your lips with his thumb, you opened your mouth to sigh and he took the opportunity to put his thumb in your mouth, instinctively you made way for him sucking his thumb, but he wanted you to use your words, "down there..." you said softly,

"does your pussy tingle when I kiss you like this?" He took your chin again to kiss you, separating the kiss and feeling how the smell of his man's perfume was impregnated on your neck as he passed his lips over your neck "ah...ah...Ari it tingles"

the scratchy effect that his beard produced on the skin of your neck it started to make you feel wet, "so sweet, you smell so good princess, I wonder if you taste as good as you smell"

"Why don't you come check it out yourself?" you said laughing, "oh doll I'm sure you fantasize about me taking you, taking your small and fragile body in my hands and kissing you in such pure places that you have"

"A..Ari..please"

"please what doll?” “what do you want my little girl huh?"

"ah.mm..Ari" meaningless words and monosyllables came out of your mouth while he play with one of your nipples on the fabric of your shirt, "the first time I saw you come out of the sea, you were so pretty, it seemed that the beers that I had taken they were making me see the sirens of the sea, but it was you"

"Ari whait.." he stopped "I really want to do it with you, but I've never had something like that with any man before, please be gentle” he saw you with love and lust, but the lust doesn´t mean to be a dick with you "doll of course I will be, just trust me" He took you by the hand and went out the door, you both walked to his house, you entered and saw the furniture and the comfortable esthetics for such a beautiful house, you both went up the stairs and reached his room, the main room with a large balcony and a bed with black sheets and big white pillows the only thing that illuminated the place was the light of the full moon, slowly he took your shirt and searched your eyes to ask for approval, you nodded and he removed it above your head, your small breasts being attacked by the raspy kisses that Ari gave them "Ah...Ah....Ari I like...I like it"

so sensitive, your first time doing something so impure with someone and even better, someone who really knew what they're doing "those college kids will never know how to do it like me," said while he was lying you on the bed, you watched Ari get rid of her jacket leather and his T-shirt, his muscular body and his hair that went down to his intimate zone made you bite your lip, they were so different, your pale skin prickled when he slowly lowered your pink pajama pants, leaving you exposed to him only wearing little purple panties that matched your skin tone,

"it's not fair I'm almost naked and you're not" you said laughing Ari smiled and started tracing small circles on your clit on top of your panties "Ah.ahg..Ari" meaningless moans and heavy breaths flooded the room, desperate you lowered your panties to give him more access, a wet circle was on your panties,

"So desperate for my doll? "Look how wet you are, all this for me?"

"y..yes..ah. Only for you" he carefully slid his middle finger through your folds making you shake in pleasure, he slowly inserted a finger and you let out a screech of pain , you had never entered that such an intimate place, a little discomfort made you close your legs, he opened them again and with a slow rhythm he place a rhythm

"My perfect and pretty doll, you are so beautiful when you are so clouded with pleasure" after a minute of playing with your clit you started to feel the orgasm "Ari I feel ... Strange...Ari...ah" it was your first orgasm approaching, "let it go for me princess"

"ah..Ari..Ahh" your walls giving you intense pleasure as they squeezed Ari's fingers, "so fucking tight doll" he said, you smiled happily after that feeling of pleasure that made you feel like the air you breathe is purer, you sat slowly on the bed, watching Ari, and of course he couldn't be happier to see you pleased, admiring how your hair, which was always messy, fell slightly down your cheeks,

He unbuttoned his pants remaining in boxers, you approached the edge of the bed and curiously touched his already hard member "fuck, doll"

"you're very hard," you said while you looked at him astonished, he lowered his boxers to reveal his erect member, you opened your eyes in surprise, you've never seen “that” before in real life, "Ari... you're so big, that's not going to fit" you said amazed and worried while you touched him with your hand, cleaning a drop of pre cum from his member

"doll, I'll be gentle " He took a condom out of his wallet, put it on,and you watched intently the process expectantly as to what he would do next. a little convinced you agreed "we won't do anything you don't want to do", "I want to try new things Ari, and I want to do it with you" you told him while he smiled, his erection brushing your stomach, you slowly settled back on the bed, and he guided his member to your entrance

allowing the head of his cock to enter slightly, a groan of pain remind him that he should be careful with you, he began to slowly introduce himself on top of you feeling how tight you are, "so tight, taking me so well, you are perfect princess"

"Ah Ari... It hurts so bad...Ari please" you said as large tears ran down your cheeks, he took your legs and placed them on his waist, you are lying down and he with his feet still on the floor, he leaned down to kiss your cheeks and say nice things to you. distract you from the pain, after a few seconds he began to give some soft but firm thrusts making you release some "huh" of pleasure, while he strongly took your hips and moaned how much he liked being inside you, your breathing became more agitated, you began to squeak his name louder, you were reaching the climax and so was he, while he saw how your small breasts bounced while he rammed you, he could feel

how your walls squeezed him letting him know you were reaching orgasm, "Ari I'm ah..." a loud moan sounded throughout the room when you still felt waves of pleasure run through your body, Ari increased her speed and came inside the condom staying a little longer inside you, while he felt how his breathing leveled off, he took his member out of your pussy and gave a few small blows with it on your clit, making you tremble with pleasure as it intensified your sensitivity

you turned around and smiled broadly as you felt the fresh air that came through the window, sensitivity in your intimate area and a lot of adrenaline,

Ari got rid of the condom and lay with you on your bed, recovering her normal breathing, "Ari i Loved it" you said as you hid your head on his chest, he caressed your back and played with your hair, "You're perfect doll" he kissed you on the forehead, he put it on you his shirt, you smell of him and that makes you feel so good, so desired and loved by the man who since he saw you felt that you were a mirage because of how beautiful you are in his eyes,

You both get dressed after a cold shower you used Ari's bath products, you ended up smelling like him and you honestly liked it, “Ari I feel a little bit sore" you said while you showed him one of the bruises that his strong grip on your hips had left

"I know princess, let's rest, so tomorrow I can take you to see more new places near here" you nodded happily and hugged him, you both went to his bed and he slept hugging you, feeling your essence of red fruits on his sheets, you don't complete each other, you COMPLEMENT each other, and that's all Ari is looking for and all you didn't know you needed.

After all, you don't think you'll need to go back, with Ari you have everything you need, and for work... well eventually some small businesses in the mall ended up making you the secretary of the auto shop on the coast, and Ari can even rethink If marriage is for him.

[m0nsterqzzz]

Paying Attention

pairing: katniss everdeen x reader

summary: you girlfriend never pays attention....or at least nobody thinks she does

a/n: two fics in one night? I promise I have a life yall.

ahhhh this is so short but i haven't written for my girl in way to long. this is kinda based off that one request you sent me, @drima but I also kinda added my own thing. hope thats okay my love!!

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Your girlfriend has a short attention span.

Everyone knows it; her friends at the Hob who have to remind her over and over again how much she owes them after she gets distracted by some pretty butterfly, her mother and sister who listen to her tell the same story over and over again because she always forgets she told them when she’s busy cleaning up the house or cooking dinner, and you, her person, the one who gets all her love, who knows how to keep on her task and focused most of the time.

It’s one of your most impressive skills really; the ability of turning the girl who can't seem to sit still for more than a few minutes into a contented statue with only a touch or a word. You don’t even know how you do it, but it works and that’s that.

Or at least, it usually works.

Right now, as you sit down with her in the forest surrounding district 12, explaining some of the plants you just planted while she sits next to you, knee bouncing up and down as her eyes scan the forest. Her bow held loosely in her hand, though you know that at any given second she could grab an arrow from the quiver hooked to her back and have dinner in less than five seconds.

“Did you know that some plants actually help improve air quality indoors? Plants like spider plants and peace lilies are great for removing toxins from the air and keeping it clean.” You speak softly, eyes moving from the garden Katniss helped you make a few months ago to look at her while scanning the small clearing in hopes of finding hunt and uses her free hand to pick at the grass beneath her.

“They’re low-maintenance and don’t require as much watering as others. They’re perfect for people with busy lives who don’t have the time to babysit their greenery.” You chuckle at your own joke about her hectic schedule and lack of ability to keep a plant alive for more than a month due to it, but it dies down in your throat when you realize your words are falling on deaf ears.

Katniss’s eyes dart around, only stopping on you when she realizes you stopped talking. “Mhm. That’s cool honey.” 

You stare at her side profile for a second before you scoff quietly, standing up and grabbing your woven basket that contains veggies, herbs for Mrs. Everdeen and Primrose, and a few flowers. “Let’s just go. I know you want to hunt.” She immediately takes notice of your mood, seemingly a bit upset about her not focusing on the conversation at hand. She’s always been good at that; being able to tell what you’re feeling and fix it in a quick second.

Right now though, she doesn’t seem to care, just nodding slightly as she stands up and follows after you. “Alright.” The archer mumbles, lining up an arrow with her bow as she slowly walks ahead of you as to not disturb any animals around.

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You get over it, and everything goes back to normal with you and Katniss over the next month. You go with her to hunt almost every day, spending a bit of time at your garden tending to it before you join her to quietly walk through the forest in hopes of finding an unsuspecting animal. 

Tonight, you’re going to have dinner with the Everdeen family, invited by Primrose, Katniss’s sister, and reassured by your girlfriend that her mother would love to have you around. You help them out a lot whether it’s vegetables from your garden or part of the money you get from selling them in the Hob so they can enjoy a fulfilling dinner, and you try your hardest to hang out with the youngest girl when you have free time so that she has as many supporters as possible or go help out at their home by cleaning up and cooking so Katniss doesn’t have as much to do at the end of the day. It’s fun for you, and it’s great for them.

Anyway, Prim is the one who answers the door when you knock, grinning at the sight of the cookies you spent the last of the money you earned today to buy from some boy named Peeta at the bakery in town. “Katniss! Your lover is here!” You chuckle, and your girlfriend groans from somewhere in the house before gently shoving Prim out of the entryway so she can tug you by your arm inside.

Her mother is sat at the table, a book in hand as Katniss cooks and Primrose tidies up. No matter how many times you come over, the Everdeens are always trying to make their house in the Seam as clean as possible as to impress you.

Katniss goes back to cooking once she knows you're comfortable on the couch, brushing off your offers to help with a quick wave of her hand. She always feels the need to do everything possible to insure her loved ones don’t have to work too hard, and the urge includes you.

Before you know it, you’re washing dishes with Primrose after finally convincing your girlfriend to take a break, and said girl comes up to you two and leans her back against the counter while similtasntly holding something behind her back by the time the last dish is washed.

With a quick nod to her sister, the younger girl sighs before putting the last dish away and walking out of the room while mumbling about not even being thanked before she’s kicked out of her own kitchen.

Katniss holds out the item she was hiding for you to see, and your smile only grows at the sight. It’s a round flower crown, looking almost exactly the same size as your head. The adorableness of your big scary girlfriend holding such a pretty, delecit item is pushed into the back of your mind as you take notice of what flowers are on it. Peace Lilies.

“I was listening. I’m sorry it didn’t seem like it. And you were right, you know. I found some of these in the forest, re-planted them in a pot, and they’ve been growing on my nightstand ever since. I barely ever watered them yet they grew faster and bigger than any plant we’ve ever owned in this house.” The Everdeen girl chuckles, gently placing the crown on your head. “I want you to know that even when it seems like I’m not, I’m always listening to you. I love hearing you talk, and there’s a little file in my brain that holds every single thing you’ve ever told me.”

You nod with a small blush, adjusting the crown on your head before you hoist yourself up to sit on the counter. “I didn’t know you cared.”

 She stands in between your legs, her hands lifting to gently caress your cheek and then she places a chaste kiss on your forehead. “I care.”

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[laurellynnleake]

🚨 June 6th 2024: USA COVID Alert 🚨

SARS-CoV-2 rates are rising across the USA, especially in the West - mask up to protect yourself and your loved ones.

Remember, the US government is now actively hiding COVID data across Turtle Island, hospitals are rarely testing or masking, and death certificates do NOT list COVID-related complications like heart attacks and strokes. That means we have to rely on public wastewater data (measuring viruses in sewer water), and even that's being suppressed, and everything's on a 2 week delay. So when the numbers we CAN see go up (like the current official 430,000 infections per day), that's just the tip of the iceberg...Right now wastewater numbers are about TWICE AS HIGH AS THEY WERE LAST JUNE, before the US declared the pandemic over.

These graphs are from wastewaterscan.org and Iowacovid19tracker.org. They collect a lot of local and national data too - look up your own area!

SARS-COV-2 aerosols hang in the air like smoke, and can infect you hours after the contagious person's gone. Keep yourself safe by wearing a well-fitting respirator mask (like N95s or KN95s) whenever you're in CROWDED and COVERED areas, and when CLOSE to people (that includes outside pride events, protest rallies, backyard cookouts, etc). Whenever possible, keep indoors air moving by opening windows, and improve air quality with HEPA air filters (ex. DIY Corsi-Rosenthal box fans).

If you're sick: https://tinyurl.com/currentlysick

Mask database: https://tinyurl.com/maskdb

Air filtration resources: https://cleanaircrew.org/

How To Talk To Your Loved Ones About COVID: COVID.tips

You do NOT want to get COVID-19 if you can avoid it - the initial infection can be nasty, and the long-term effects brutally disabling. Wearing a mask is the quickest and easiest way to break the chain of transmission, and to stand in solidarity with marginalized people fighting to survive across the globe.

Spread the word and take care of each other out there!

[ID 1: Screenshot of IowaCovid19Tracker on June 7th, showing a map of SARS-CoV-2 viral activity in the USA for the last week of May 2024. Hawai'i is blue with the highest "Excessive cases", followed by Wyoming and Utah (red, "Substantial"). New Mexico, Nevada, Florida, Arkansas, Montana, Missouri, Maryland, California, Washington, and Texas are all orange, meaning "Moderate" cases. Most of the Northeast and Alaska are yellow, or "Low", with the remaining states green, or "Minimal." ID 2: Screenshot of WasteWaterScan.org tracker showing data for all sites averaged together as a single line graph. The line starts at late March 2024 to early June, at around 275 parts per million (SARS-CoV-2 nucleic acids found in wastewater samples). It slowly decreases to about 125 per mill by April 21st, then slopes upward jaggedly until it spikes to around 375 at the end of May. ID 3: A screenshot of the WasteWaterScan.org tracker showing data for all sites stacked on top of each other in a line graph, with the lower end of the spectrum having so many blue lines so as to appear almost as a solid color. The graph shows late April to early June, and has the most lines around 200 parts per million, but a good handful of lines extend up to 2400 parts per million. Below the line chart, a historical chart shows a longer view, with peaks in the winter of 2023 and 2024. Looking at the last month or two on that scale, there appears to be an uptick starting in mid May that is about twice as high as the same time in 2023.

[ryukenzz]

Kokushibo / Michikatsu Tsugikuni - SFW & NSFW Headcanons

[Note: Relationship Headcanons of Kokushibo/Michikatsu Tsugikuni from Demon Slayer. In this scenario, Reader will be described as a Demon Slayer with the rank "Kinoe." Will contain NSFW and manga spoilers so minors/anime-onlys, please do not interact.]

SFW:

You first encountered the Upper Rank demon on a mission in a semi-isolated village. Perfect. Just great. Your first mission as a newly ranked Kinoe has branded you with the luck of encountering an Upper Kizuki. Upper Moon One, to be exact. Despite feeling the immense pressure from his aura, you unsheathed your [color of choice] sword and muttered the first form of your breathing style. While you were preparing to attack, Kokushibo took the time to study you (more like check out). With those six eyes holding the ability to "see through," he analyzes the muscles and bones within your body, determining your skill level. A clashing of blades rang into the air, indicating the beginning of the battle.

After several hours of endless fighting, you found yourself on one knee, clutching your bloodied arm. Sweat and crimson decorated your skin, while the Upper Rank was devoid of any wounds. Kokushibo's three sets of eyes stared down at your figure, taking in your appearance. Your expertise with the sword was highly impressive.

“Your abilities are quite... exceptional. It's a shame that your humanity... holds you back. Become a demon... increase your power.”

You looked at the demon like he had two heads. Become a demon? What the hell was he talking about?? Picking up your sword, you go to attack him, but Kokushibo knocked you out and vanished. Normally, he would've killed you, but there was something about you that... intrigued him. He hadn't felt that rushing excitement of battle in quite a long time. Not since Upper Moon 3's attempt to snatch his rank.

The days that followed were full of restlessness and heckling thoughts of one another. Neither of you could focus on your missions or training. Ever since you both clashed, Kokushibo has been wanting to fight you once again, which is a rarity for the 6'3" creature. And what better way than to seek you out and crash one of your missions?

To say you were bamboozled would be an understatement. You never thought you would see him again. Your swords meet each other a few seconds later, Kokushibo staring down at your figure. He begins speaking, telling you that, “Our battle has been... on my mind for some time... now. I wish to know... more about you...”

Since then, you and your new companion would meet in the same spot and train with one another. Kokushibo gave you tips on how to improve your swordsmanship while you taught him about humanity some. A friendship eventually blossomed, and your training sessions soon became friendly outings. A mututal respect between demon and slayer was slowly brewing up to be something more.

Over time, Kokushibo had taken a great liking to you. Your skills and heart made him feel.... good. You felt the same for him. Even with his peculiar features, the demon was very attractive. He made you stronger, better.... wanted. Both of you craved the other, but your occupations made it nearly impossible. But who's to say fate can decide that?

You wrote Kokushibo a letter, asking him to meet you at an abandoned cabin. When he arrived, you both stood there, facing each other in silence. You finally swallowed your nervousness and spilled your heart out to him. After your confession, the Upper Moon continued to stay quiet until his deep voice spoke up. “Despite working for... the enemy... you have made my cold heart... beat again. Even with your humanity... you are special... to me.”

At the start of the relationship, physical touch was mainly initiated by you. Kokushibo didn't really think much of it, but his way of showing you his love was through quality time. Whether it be watching over you in the shadows or napping with you during the day, he was happy to be in your prescence.

Ultimately, he told you about his past with Yoriichi. How it shaped him to become a demon. That night was the first time he initiated physical affection and gave you the sweetest first kiss known to man (and of course, you returned the favor by pecking every space on his marks).

NSFW:

Kokushibo does have experience when it comes to sex. Even though he had a wife and kids as a human, it'd been years since he's been intimate with anyone. So the first time ya'll get down, he takes things slowly before getting into his groove.

Laid upon the soft futon in your bedroom, the Upper Rank's large hands roamed your body while his lips softly explored your neck. He sensually removes your kimono and delivers open-mouthed kisses on your chest. You lean your head back to allow him full access to your neck, a delicate moan leaving your lips. Taking it as a sign to further his actions, Kokushibo kisses a trail down your stomach, the top row of his eyes watching your reaction.

You appreciated how gentle your six-eyed boyfriend was with you, but your impatience was starting to show. Sensing this, the Upper Moon leaned away from your covered cunt and gave you a tender kiss. “I suppose you shall receive... your award for your... patience.” As soon as he says this, he makes his way back to your pussy, removing your underwear and goes to town. You had never felt such pleasure in your life (you damn near passed out).

Afterward, he licked your essence from his lips and chin and stood on his knees, removing his clothing. What you saw made you and your pussy nervous. Kokushibo was a good eight inches flaccid, but a full nine when hard. There was even a prominent vein on the left side of his cock.

Relishing in your reaction, he picked up your thighs and reassured you softly, and slid in. He may have ate your cunt like a pro, but he pounded your cervix like a full-blown champ. You were amazed that his cock could reach your womb before even started moving.

I see Kokushibo as a firm type of lover. He'll whisper sweet and loving words at you while bullying your G-spot like it did something to him. He also took notice of how you'd clench around him whenever his deep voice dropped an octave (he took advantage of this fact every single time). Kokushibo may have been a gentleman, but he showcased just how much of a demon he was in the bedroom.

“You can give me... one more, can't you...? Don't hide yourself from me... let me take care of her needs...”

[These took me way too long to finish💀. I hope I didn't make his character OOC or anything of the sort. ^^']

[waves-against-a-cliff]

Abience - Konig x Reader

abience

(n.) the strong urge to avoid someone or something

Length - 1.2k

Content - self loathing, avoidance, military inaccuracies, enemies to lovers slow burn, reader had callsign, no use of Y/N, very little description of readers body.

A/N - I’m so tired but I got this out for you ❤️❤️

Taglist - @lupe222crybaby @princess-pippin

Series Masterlist - Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

You sat in the uncomfortable waiting area chairs, the pounding in the back of your head and the pain in your ribs only worsening as the minutes worn on. You kept your eyes strictly to the floor and pretended like you couldn’t feel his gaze flicker to you every half minute. His gaze felt like lead and water, suffocating and heavy. The uniform was only encouraging this suffocating feeling that threatened to squeeze out every precious bit of air. Was your head always ringing? Did the floor look that blurry a few minutes ago?

“Birdy.”

You looked up and you couldn’t tell if it was from the pain or something else. Your gaze finally finds the nurse that carried a clipboard, an impatient smile on her face. Right, you were at the medical area. Slowly you stood from the chair and tried to not show how weak your knees were in this moment. The white walls reflected the fluorescent lights in a way that was beyond painful as you sat on the elevated cot bed thing as the nurse took note of your temperature and blood pressure. She had written down the bruise on your chest quickly and your heart squeezed a little.

The doctor was quick, like usual. He never stuck around any longer then he had to, didn’t help that there were probably notes in your file about less then pleasant reactions towards others. “I’m going to prescribe a low dose of pain relief. I recommend a heating pad for your chest and lay off the sparring for the next week or so.” And with that he shooed off, probably to attend to the giant that sat scrunched over in the waiting room chair still when you walked out.

He looked ridiculous like that, trying to hide his height. Trying to make himself appear smaller when the task was impossible and just made him look idiotic. “Sit up straight, you look stupid.” You muttered quickly as you walked quickly out of the medical area with the note for Captain Price.

You knocked on the door once before Captain Price told you come in. Wasting no time, you held out the note to him, “Doc said no more sparring for a week.” Price raised a brow and sat up completely in his chair, the lamp beside him illuminating his face and highlighting the dark circles underneath his eyes. He took the note from your extended hand gently and looked over it, his lips pursed as he confirmed it was genuine. You could see the gears turning as he thought.

And you knew what.

“Alright, no sparring.” He conceded and put the note on his desk, you didn’t even bother to relax. He hadn’t even said ‘but’ yet but it hung in the air. “So you and König will practice in the sniping range.”

Oh fuck me

You gritted your teeth and nodded, “Understood sir.”

“Give the man a chance Birdy. He’s a fantastic insertion specialist.” Captain Price said.

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You were going to strangle him. Both of them. Strangle Price for pairing you up with a man who can’t sit still like a proper sniper and strangle König for not trying to.

“Do you need-“

“I don’t need you to show me again.” He snapped, the most he’s said in one sentence since the two of you had started. His only redeeming quality was that he was excellent spotter. You pursed your lips but said nothing as he fired off another shot, the ear protection being the only reason the two of you weren’t deaf. You looked through the small hand held scoop to see his hit and clenched it until you heard it starting to snap a little, immediately loosening your grip. It was barely an improvement and you hated the way he looked at you, like he was expecting something.

Praise? Another insult? Couldn’t this day just end already? You sigh, “Let’s keep going, that was an improvement.”

“Nein.” He grumbled and sat up, stretching his lengthy body. “Let me teach you something.” You roll your eyes so hard it hurts a little but you don’t decline. Anything to get out of this purgatory of constantly dealing with his fidgeting and readjusting. A few minutes later you’re holding an assault rifle, a weapon you rarely ever got the opportunity, the privilege, to hold. The weapon is heavy but no where near the weight of your sniper rifle put away in its locker.

König looked at the way you held the automatic rifle and your stance while you tried not to focus on the sheer weight difference. Or the fact that this gun must weigh practically nothing to him. Or how he was- He tapped your foot a little bit to the side before he nodded. “Have you ever used one before?”

“Have I- Of course I have. Just not a while.”

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Your aim needed some work but you tried not to think too hard on that fact. Or the fact that König had gotten more comfortable trying to be near you. Suddenly, you were having to go out of your way just to avoid the suddenly clingy giant. Just three more days, you told yourself that morning right before your customary butt-crack-of-dawn run. Quickly, you rushed into the mess hall to grab your breakfast and get out as quickly as possible.

The once ease that this routine had given was long gone. Not when you had to plan around the possibility of running into him. It wasn’t like he didn’t have others to train with. He wasn’t out of sparring with the others, just with you as his partner.

“Are you avoiding me?”

You jump a little, tilting your head up to meet the icy blue eyes that you had come to know. “Do you have to sneak up on me?” You snap and his eyes narrow.

“So you are.”

“Not everything is about you König.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

“You’re fucking insufferable.” You grumble and push past him, intent on heading off somewhere. Where you did know yet but away from him, just to eat in peace. He grabs your arm and pulls you back yet keeps you steady so your food isn’t spilled onto the concrete floor.

“Don’t act like that.” Just as you’re about to retort he speaks again, “We were getting along.”

“I wouldn’t call that getting along, more like walking a very narrow edge.” You scoff and try to pull your arm from his grip but it only tightens, pulling you even closer.

“Your week is almost up.” He warned and the words that had yet to come from his mouth felt heavy in the air. “I think Price has gotten another mission from the higher ups.” He lets go of your arm and you quickly walk away from him as his words repeat in your head. More importantly, how could he be sure? You scratched at your arm after you sat down, the weight of his words refusing to leave you be.

[cherrynwinesk]

First time with Roier?? I just want something romantic and wholesome with this man, If you can make it english please <3

🍒: I love this concept, inexperienced people feel giddy with this... (Me)

Just Relax love ~ Roier

Story g: soft smut / Fluff

Language: English/Inglés (Spanish ver. Here)

⚠️: soft sex

CC's: Roier

Reader g: Female reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

You and Roier had been dating for a while, and had been a couple for about 6 months, you had a beautiful relationship, Roier was everything you ever asked for, he was so nice to you, very thoughtful, he loved to remind you how much he loved you and how beautiful you are.

Despite the time you had been together you had never had sex, neither could say why not, apparently you had not felt the need, and not because there was no connection in that sense, just that most of the time you had some date, time passed very quickly, even these 6 months were too fast for both. There was no excuse, but there was no reason to rush the situation either.

Even so, it was a subject that made you a little nervous, because you were still a virgin, and you are so grateful that Roier is not the type of guy who rushes you or forces you to do things you are not ready for yet; Roier didn't even know yet by the way. You had thought about this before, you felt ready and more if it was about Roier.

Today the weather prevented you from going for a walk outside, it had suddenly started to rain very hard. He had picked you up at your house but before continuing with the plans you went to Roier's house because he forgot his wallet, the day had been good weather so far, there were clouds but the sun was still shining so neither of you imagined that while were at home the clouds wanted to create a thunderstorm from one hour to the next.

To kill time you stayed in his room, you lay on his bed while he stayed in his gaming chair to put on low music and not get bored, Roier told you about how things were going in QSMP, how much fun he had playing with Cellbit and how Mariana was still obsessed with getting circumcised, laughing at the actions of his friends, he went to lie down next to you. You also started talking about how things were going with you and he just listened carefully while he played with your fingers.

You finished catching up on each other's lives so you just lay down, Roier got up from his back to grab your cheek and start kissing you tenderly and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You stayed like that for a while, separating at times to be able to breathe and continue with the kiss.

Roier began to touch your sides slowly, until he put his hands under your blouse, squeezing the skin of your waist a little and outlining the outline of your ribs a little, the kiss began to rise in tone more and more and both began to let go. You began to feel in your leg how Roier was getting harder and harder

"Roier wait!" —you said separating him a little from your body—

"What happened Love? I hurt you?

"No, it's not that, it's just that I haven't done this yet and I'm a little scared"

"Are you a virgin? How?" — And you just kept quiet—

"No, there's nothing wrong with that love, when you feel ready, and if I have the opportunity to do it myself, I'll take good care of you"

You talked about this after a few days, you made it clear that you wanted to be with him in that aspect and he didn't refuse. It was a topic that was left on the air after all.

Soon after, he asked you to accompany him on a trip to Spain for an event, you traveled for hours and arrived at the hotel tired to sleep. The next day you were out for things he had to do, even when he was busy he never let go of your hand and took you everywhere he had to go, he never left you alone. For the afternoon of that day you were going to a party with more of their friends, so you returned to the hotel to get dressed and go to the party.

Being there, you had a great time, dancing, eating good food and dancing more. Throughout the night he was in charge of telling you how beautiful you looked, you had a very tense time when the music at the end of the party became a bit slow.

You could notice how Roier tightened your waist slightly more and more, or when you looked at him he was already looking at your body, which warmed your stomach.

"When you feel ready to go, let me know" and after a while, you headed back to the hotel. While there you took a shower and then he went into the bathroom, you did your skincare, you moisturized your body and you put on nice pajamas.

Roier came out already with his clothes on, drying his wet hair with a towel, but his messy hair made him look so good, you stared at him and automatically began to breathe heavier.

You approached him asking for his attention and he hugged you, as if his arms suddenly drove you crazy.

"Love, are you okay?

You just nodded your head and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to kiss him. Between kiss, you were pulling his body until yours fell on the bed and he climbed on top of you

"I need you" —was the first thing you said when you parted—

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes"

And with that, Roier began to kiss you more intensely, removing your clothes slowly, making sure that there is no place in your body without attention, treating you very delicately, kissing your forehead when he had the opportunity. He did all the work, he didn't let you do any effort and just enjoy.

You felt strange, you had never been naked in front of anyone before and you felt a bit ashamed, trying to unconditionally cover your body with your arms

"Baby, don't be ashamed, I want to see you, please"

You tried to stop covering yourself but you did it without meaning to, and when Roier noticed it, he would take your hand and kiss it to remove it from your body.

With his simple touches and kisses you felt your body vibrate, you easily got wet in his hands. Roier felt that you were ready, so he positioned himself between your legs.

"You ready?"

When you confirmed that you were ready, he began to enter you slowly, paying attention to your body language for any sign of discomfort to stop. It hurt a little, your face said it all with a frown and closed eyes, but Roier kissed to distract you from the pain.

"Just relax love"

When he hit rock bottom he stopped for a moment to get you used to it, and he didn't move until you told him to.

He kept asking you if you were okay, if you wanted to continue with this or if you wanted to stop, worried all the time. After a few minutes you asked him to move and he started to move slowly, you felt so tight for him, and he was holding himself back from moving faster because of how good you felt around him, he was so afraid of hurting you.

But on the contrary, you were feeling very good in the rhythm that Roier maintained, his words saying how beautiful your body was, all the compliments, the way his hands kept caressing your waist, everything came together to send vibrations to your body center, you even moaned under your breath, asking him not to stop, reaching your first orgasm.

Roier got out of you and immediately approached you

"Are you okay love? Did I hurt you?"

[makingspiritualityreal]

Vedic Astrology teaches us, that Strong Nodal influence, even Malefic, is one of the Main Factors of being in the public eye. "Rags to Riches".

The Nodes, besides Jupiter, are the only Astrological position that aspects the Entire Element they reside in. For more technical explanations, read HERE.

Because of how Far the Nodes stretch, it gives them a unique chance to influence important points in our chart. First, a few theoretical nuggets for basic understanding.

If Ketu is in a Fire Sign, Rahu will be in an Air Sign, and vice versa.

If Ketu is in a Water Sign, Rahu will be in an Earth Sign, and vice versa.

The Nodes Fall into two camps of planets, being friendly with certain planets.

Ketu is friendly with Sun, Mars and Jupiter.

Rahu is friendly with Venus, Mercury and Saturn.

Some say Jupiter helps Rahu too so it's a wild card. Moon is neutral and flexible so it doesn't take sides.

Technically, since the Nodes also aspect each other, this is not THAT important, as either Node will help a planet...but being in the same element helps the most.

Example:

If Ketu is in a Fire Sign, it will automatically be symbiotic with Sun, Mars or Jupiter placed in any Fire Sign.

If Rahu is in an Earth Sign, it will automatically be symbiotic with Venus, Mercury or Saturn placed in any Earth Sign.

Practical Example:

My Ketu is in Gemini. It automatically Aspects my Jupiter in Libra and Saturn in Aquarius. Saturn and Ketu are enemies, but Jupiter and Ketu here are friendly.

My Rahu is in Sagittarius, so is Mercury, the conjunction is mutually helpful.

After researching charts of many celebrities, all of them had strong positive Nodal influence on either of the Nodes on SOME planet. The most famous ones had their luminaries involved. The stronger, the less afflicted the Luminary was, the stronger the degree of fame. Rahu tended to give earlier, younger Age huge scale fame, but often messed up these natives personal lives.

Example Celebrity One:

I would describe level of fame as average. Rahu gives no Aspect, but Ketu aspects Saturn, Sun and Jupiter. 2 out of 3 of these planets are friends with Ketu, but Saturn afflicts the Sun. Rise in Status will be limited, but personal happiness even if imperfect nevertheless should be lasting. Fame may slowly fizzle out, as the person settles down. Their breakthrough role may be their best, as there can be struggle with career direction.

Example Celebrity Two:

Level of fame - huge, but turbulent. Saturn aspects Rahu, while Rahu aspects Jupiter. Very good aspects to lift Rahu up, so the name of the person will carry till their death, which may be sudden and premature, due to an accident. Physical health problems and fitness may bring joy and success initially but fizzle out over time, as Ketu aspects Venus and Mars. Relationship and family life can also be troubled for that reason. Mass Media fame, but I wouldn't call this durable happiness, even with that success. The solidity of quality of legacy just isn't fully there.

Example Celebrity Three:

Mars aspects Rahu, causing sudden reveals and disturbances/scandals in personal and intimate life, that can't be kept from the public. Rahu however aspects Saturn, which is the best position for improvement of one's status and legacy. The quality of work of this celebrity has in fact progressed wonderfully, starting with a commercial breakthrough role, going through more and more in depth, challenging, psychological roles. Will keep improving, and fame will be increased with each new creation. Regardless, problems in personal life will pop up here and there, especially since Ketu aspects nothing but Venus, breaking off partnerships periodically.

Example Celebrity Four:

Level of Fame - Legendary. That is due to Rahu aspecting the Sun, even though they're enemies, here we see how strong an example is with Luminaries. Not only that, like in the previous example, Saturn aspects Rahu, giving fame quality and longevity. Ketu aspecting Mars, which is positive. Consistent career, quality, stable personal life and good marriage, due to Venus and Mercury helping Saturn and enhancing creative acting skills and personal life.

For those curious. People used 1 - Nina Dobrev 2 - Britney Spears 3 - Robert Pattinson 4 - Jeremy Irons

[burning-fcols]

"...?" A newly made person, something called a human, looked up at Lucifer with curious, bright eyes. With a tilt of his head, he made a questioning noise, his mussed hair accenting his features. It gave him a baby deer quality, awkward and absurdly cute. 'Who and what are you?' The being inquired non-verbally. (Adam when he meets Lucifer for the first time :3) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ᴛʜᴇᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴꜱxxxᴄʀᴇᴡ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 This is incredible… He loves it here. With every shred of his heavenly being, the smallest angel absolutely LOVES it. This place, brimming and blossoming and bewitching with possibility! It’s a rush unlike any other whenever something new is welcomed into the universe. What was once a dark expanse of suffocating nothingness slowly but surely being filled— improved with these pockets of breath. Of LIFE. He can’t understand how the others refrain from doing somersaults in the air with each new addition to the carefully-curated canvas of creation.

He doesn’t want to understand.

Giddily flapping his wings to get a better view as dust is pulled into yet another wonder— creation having no shortage of ideas —wide eyes behold what has to be his favorite yet. He’s uncertain why. Surely any of the other creatures conceived are just as worthy of the title. Each of them remarkable in their own right. But even-so, as blue hues ( reflecting the glow of the sun, as if a piece of the sky itself was broken off to allow him the gift of seeing what was birthed beneath it ) focus upon the stranger… Samael knows it’s true.

With a flash of light, angelic form shifts into something closer to this newfound design, the small male swooping down with a beaming grin. Flying around the stranger in a few excited circles— not considering how disorienting it may be —he studies the ❛ human ❜ with a curious chitter. For something so similar, it's also remarkably different. Hair alone is a stark contrast to the heavenly being. So dark compared to golden strands. So messy beside perfectly-fluffed locks...

Sucking in a breath, wide eyes sparkle with newfound light when an unfamiliar voice enters his mind. Glancing around to ensure it's only the two of them, Samael bites his bottom lip to choke back a trill of delight when he sees the other angels off in the distance. Busy tending to the needs of the sanctuary, ensuring it truly has all a human could possibly need... Still, the angel keeps his responses non-verbal as well, not wanting to risk being interrupted during this pivotal moment.

❛ I am Samael... and I'm an Angel. ❜

Hands press into his chest as he introduces himself, smile transforming from overjoyed to comforting as he beholds the delightfully-curious creature. Arms extend to his sides in a dramatic gesture, large wings keeping his petite form afloat to help him reach the taller male's gaze. ❛ Welcome. To your home. To existence! ❜ Grandeur fading, he leans forward and takes the stranger's hands in his own. Giving them an encouraging squeeze as he reverently communicates,

❛ You are going to do remarkable things. ❜ 「 ☆ 」

[bitchinfawkseh]

Heaven Knows Your Name, I've Been Praying: Chapter 12

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Summary: Cheryl awakens nearly 45 days later after the semi-crash landed them all in the hospital.

W.C: 2410

Warnings: Extensive injuries, depression.

[A/N] sorry this chap is so short! not much content and I was rushing to finish it. I will be taking an indefinite hiatus from updates! It's all so I can prewrite a bunch of chapters and come back with a regular posting schedule! Hopefully this will improve the quality as well, I plan to make some changes to my writing style. I hope you understand! But when I come back it'll be better than ever!!!

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Helicopter blades whirled in the air, cutting through it with harsh whooshing sounds. A paramedic pushed a stretcher out on the helicopter pad, rushing towards one of the responding doctors. "27-year-old male, significant passenger side intrusion. Unresponsive. BP is 180 over 60, heart rate 95, 95." He yelled over the noise. Another stretcher was wheeled out of the helicopter, and an unresponsive female in critical condition. "28-year-old female, unresponsive. Open arm fracture, broken jaw and some internal injuries. BP bottomed out on the flyover, heart rate is 101."

"Alright," A doctor nodded as she grasped the stretcher bars. She glanced back towards the interns holding the doors open to the elevator, "Let's page ortho and general! Let's go!" She ordered as she wheeled the woman alongside the man on the first stretcher in the elevator.

Sam grit his teeth and tried to angle his head to at least catch a glimpse of Cheryl and Dean. They had his spine stabilized - which meant he had limited mobility of his neck. "Are they okay?!" He asked frantically. The paramedic that was unloading him frowned, "Stay still, stay still." She urged. Sam groaned and clenched his fists, they couldn't die... not Dean, not his Dad - and not Cheryl. He heard the paramedics talking on the ride over, hell, they almost lost Cheryl - something about her not breathing and a collapsed lung. "Are they even alive?" He wheezed worryingly. Much to his dismay, nobody answered his questions.

Surgeons of various backgrounds checked up on Cheryl, assessing her injuries and booking the necessary surgeries. So far they've learned that her jaw and hip are pretty much shattered, her open arm fracture was a concern - and one of her ribs had cracked, puncturing her lung - which is what caused it to collapse in the first place. Her injuries were pretty severe, but they made sense because they were T-boned by a semi-truck. Dean was a whole other concern, he had various internal injuries thanks to the demon - Cheryl had taken most of the impact in the crash for him.

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A high-pitched painful ringing filled Cheryl's ears, she slowly blinked her eyes open - she was frightened when all she saw was a wave of blurriness. Cheryl's breathing quickened and she attempted to speak - but she couldn't. Something was holding her mouth shut. Instinctively she shakily pawed at her lips, poking one finger in between them and flinching back when she touched metal wires. What the fuck? She thought. Cheryl glanced around as her vision became less foggy, noticing that she was in a hospital room. There was white casting on her left arm, and once she took a closer look she saw that people had written on it.

R.I.P wife. You didn't last that long <3 Carlos 

Te quiero - Mamá 

Get better soon - Sam

Don't die on me Cher - Dean 

Her Mom's here, Carlos is here, she's in a hospital, her arm is broken and something is wrong with her mouth. She recounted everything that she knew in fine detail in an attempt to stop panicking. In the room, there was an array of machines, balloons, get-well-soon cards, and flowers. Red tulips, white daisies, yellow and pink lilies, and blue roses. All in different vases. A stereo with a box full of cassettes was set on the long table in the corner of the room by the bathroom. It was the cassettes from the Impala - Dean's favourite songs and bands. Did he leave them here? She thought. Why? 

Cheryl glanced around the setup by her bed, there had to be a nurse's call button somewhere. Heart monitor, IV bag, a weird pole-looking thing with a stone-coloured rubber handle, and finally, a bright red button right within her eye line. Her eyes widened and she shakily reached forward, her fingers just barely grazed the button before her arm fell to her side. Cheryl let out an annoyed groan and pouted her lips together as she focused all of her strength on the button. The button is supposed to be placed in my hand I thought. She let out a tiny huff after as if someone could hear her thoughts and help her. She knew one thing for certain, the service here is shit.

Cheryl's brows furrowed together and her nose scrunched up, her face immediately relaxed once she had the button in her grasp. She spam-clicked the bright button, someone would have to come for her eventually. Finally, a cheery-looking nurse with a flushed face sprinted into the room. "Oh my God! You're awake!" She gasped. When Cheryl only sent her a confused look, the nurse cleared her throat and exhaled an apology. "I'm sorry, I'm gonna do a quick exam and then I'll call your family, okay?" She said. Cheryl only nodded in response, whatever got her out of there the fastest - she didn't care how.

After an invasive neuro exam, Cheryl found herself alone yet again while she waited for her so-called family to arrive. She wasn't as confused and scared anymore, the nurse told her that she had a broken jaw, hip and arm. They also had to do some repairs to her lung because it collapsed, but the nurse failed to mention how long she'd been out. Luckily, a handsome-looking doctor by the name of Dr. Hart came to see her. He flashed her a sweet smile and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his fancy white coat. "Hi, Ms. Jones. How are you feeling?" He asked. Cheryl cocked a brow and shrugged weakly, what else was she supposed to answer with? He nodded slowly and stepped closer to the bed, whatever he had to say next was important. He wasn't smiling anymore and he was looking at his feet. "Ms. Jones, you've been in a coma for forty-five days."

Cheryl didn't know whether to start crying or completely shut down. She's been in a coma... for forty-five days. She wondered what's happened in that time, how much she's missed especially. That's why Carlos and her Mom were here - she's been in a damn coma. She hasn't seen or talked to Carlos since Chicago, she's been dodging his calls because she couldn't bear to tell him about Rosità. Cheryl was afraid that he'd be mad at her - that he'd yell, throw things, or worse - give her the cold shoulder. She had avoided him for months, and then all of a sudden she is in a car wreck and lands herself in a coma. She couldn't even begin to imagine what Carlos must be feeling right now.

Then, her Mother burst into the room and practically jumped to the edge of Cheryl's bed. "¡ Mi bebé!" She shrieked as she pulled her into a tight hug and peppered kisses across her cheeks. Her Mother’s frazzled hair was in a loose braid, and dark circles hung down from her eyes. Mamá hasn't been sleeping, that's probably her fault. Sam and Dean piled inside the room, and then, Carlos. "Holy shit, you're awake," Dean exclaimed as he took a claim on the armchair by her bed. Cheryl withdrew herself from her Mom's grasp, and Dean immediately offered her a hug which she accepted gratefully. To her, it hasn't been forty-five days. But there was still a sense of longing for him, his smell, his touch, his voice. She missed Dean. She missed her Mom. She missed Sam. She missed Carlos.

Dean gently caressed the back of her head, feeling her (slightly) greasy hair and her breath fanning into his ear. It felt a little surreal being like this with her again, he wasn't hopeful that she'd wake up. He was glad she proved him wrong. Just as they pulled away from each other, Carlos yanked her into a bone-crushing bear hug that made her wheeze. "Sorry, Lo siento." He whispered as he reluctantly loosened his grip on her. He combed her curtain bangs back from her forehead and smiled sadly, "I'm so sorry about Rosità, Cherry. I'm not mad at you, I need you to know that." He said soothingly. Cheryl's bottom lip puckered out and wobbled, he was damn near about to make her cry.

She then hugged Sam, he gave nice hugs - he was a teddy bear like Carlos. "I'm glad you're okay." He whispered against her neck. She was glad that she was okay too, sort of ticked off that she missed a full forty-five days of her life - but it's not like she could do anything about that now.

After their emotional reunion, they all helped her catch up on all that she missed. She was heartbroken for Sam and Dean when they told her that their Dad died a little over a month ago, she wished that she was there for them. They both seemed eerily fine about the matter though - Dean was acting as if it didn't even happen, and Sam was coping as he does - much healthier than Dean.

"I, uh, got these once I was discharged," Dean muttered under his breath as he held out a Bon Jovi and Good Charlotte cassette for her inspection. He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck and nibbled on his bottom lip. "I played em while you were asleep, thought maybe it'd seep into your subconscious or whatever and wake you up." He added. Cheryl smiled faintly and rubbed her thumb across the tape that was placed on the front of the tape. In messy scrawl with Sharpie, Dean wrote "Cheryl's songs" on the masking tape, which warmed her heart. Her eyes flickered up to meet his and her smile widened, she was trying to show her gratitude without words - which was a little hard, but Dean understood. "Good Charlotte's is okay, I liked... uh, what's it called... Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous," He said. Cheryl nodded eagerly, trying to somehow tell him that it was also her favourite, but unfortunately this time he didn't get it. "And you were right... Bed of Roses by Bon Jovi is good." He reluctantly admitted.

"Damn right." Carlos whistled as he strolled into the room with a fresh cup of coffee for himself with Maria hot on his tail. Carlos set a whiteboard and a dry-erase marker in Cheryl's lap and sent her a grin. "Got you this, since you're a freak who's ambidextrous, I figured you could write what you wanna say."

Cheryl glared at him before pulling the cap off of the dry-erase marker by twisting it with her thumb until it popped off. She scribbled onto the board "Fuck you" before turning it towards Carlos for him to read. She couldn't possibly let that rat know that she was filled with such glee by his idea - giving her an outlet to communicate. Carlos playfully winced at her harsh words and let out a low chuckle. "Ouch, Cheryl."

"What did she say?" Maria asked, attempting to peek out from behind Carlos' large form. Sam and Dean weren't going to say, but Carlos on the other hand, was a snitch. "She said fuck you." He sighed, shaking his head in mock sadness. Maria gasped and immediately began to scold Cheryl in Spanish, waving her finger and setting her hands on her hips and all. The boys watched, amused by Cheryl's unimpressed expression and her Mother’s lecturing.

Over the next couple of days, Cheryl was physically healing well - but her mental health was deteriorating horribly. She refused to use the board to speak, and all she did was lay in bed in the dark and watch TV. Deep down, she hated for Sam and Dean to see her like this - all depressed with a refusal to live. She couldn't bring herself to do anything even though she wanted to, she was exhausted. She was surrounded by people, but she felt more lonely than ever. Unable to speak, walk, use both hands... she felt weak and scared. 

Cheryl lay on her side, facing the window that had the drapes shut as per her wishes. The flowers that were once full of life set by her bed were now wilting as if they were mirroring how Cheryl felt. She wanted Sam and Dean to leave, she didn't want to see them - she didn't want them to see her all weak and vulnerable. They'd... think differently of her. They wouldn't think she's a good hunter anymore, a strong independent woman who needs no man. It was humiliating needing so much help, it was even more humiliating that they were the ones helping her along with her Mom and Carlos. She couldn't even go to the bathroom by herself, her autonomy was snatched from her in the blink of an eye. The only thing that kept her from complete humility was being able to wipe herself after using the restroom.

Carlos' lips thinned and his brows furrowed as he watched Cheryl just lay there doing nothing. He'd never seen her like this before, never so depressed that she wouldn't get out of bed. It worried him. He started to think that maybe Sam and Dean's presence was overwhelming her, once they showed back up, he was planning to ask them to leave. He wouldn't completely cut them out of Cheryl's healing progress, although he didn't want to, he'd give them his number so they could contact him about her. It was for Cheryl's sake, it was the least she deserved after all she's been through.

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When Dean's box of cassettes was gone after she woke up one morning and they weren't there chatting quietly on the sofa in the corner of the room, she was slightly relieved. Cheryl wondered what initially made them leave, she had no texts on her phone nor missed calls or voice-mails for her to listen to. At least they weren't here to see her fall in the shower this morning, she had to be scooped up by Carlos. It wasn't as weird if Sam or Dean helped her, Carlos had seen her naked dozens of times, and they'd been friends for so long that it didn't matter.

It was only about two weeks later when the cast on her arm was taken off, which was good. But at the same time, she got prescribed a hefty dose of antidepressants... she felt even worse about herself now, needing medication to regulate her mood. At least Sam and Dean weren't here to see her hit absolute rock bottom... she hoped that they understood.

[cuprohastes]

Things to Come

It is the year 2024: Amazon wants to have wholly owned company towns to persuade poor people to enter into indentured servitude. There is an election between an old guy who's quietly doing a generally good job, and a very loud serial rapist conman who's being taken to court for his many crimes including treason. Somehow there is still a debate as to who will win.

It is the year 2030: There are now four Amazon towns powered off grid by Tesla batteries. There is no news in or out. People are starting to notice this. Jeff Bezos and Elon musk are having a public fight over who owns Mars. Bezos brought up Twitter and Elon's announced X-Mart a direct competitor to Amazon. The Cybertruck's been recalled again, this time after the 50th person was cooked alive by the burning battery pack, which also locked all the doors.

It is 2040: Elon's died on Mars ina. 8ft cabin from every cancer known to man and three that are getting named after him. Apparently he declared that radiation shielding wasn't needed because Mars is too far from the sun for radiation to reach it. Jeff Bezos freeze dried corpse is still circling hte earth as of two years ago. The world watches with glee as Amazon is torn to shreds by ten thousand parties all of whom are laying claim to the 3 trillion dollars held by the company. Nobody is trying to take over Space-X or Teslas due to the historic 1.4 trillion dollars in fines and debt they collectively owe. Mark Zuckerberg is replacing all his organic parts with life support machines to keep his brain alive until a perfect way to upload himself to the metaverse is available. The metaverse is still shit and has only 1008 concurrent users.

Is tis 2042: Donald Trump has choked to death in his cell. The rumour is it was corpophilia: This will persist even after a FOIA reveals it was a cold two day old Big Mac smuggled in to him. The world rejoices. There is still a 24/7 video feed of Elon musk slowly mummifying in the remains of X-Mars. Questions regarding the rest of the colonists are answered when a Marsbot finally accesses the dome and finds that Elon turned off the oxygen after the twenty three women in the first wave of colonists refused to breed with him. There were twenty eight colonists and four of them had received vasectomies two months before liftoff. They had to take an axe to the thing Zuckerberg because it wouldn't stop screaming. In the UK, all politicians from the last 30 years have been placed in Wadsworth prison and are tried and guillotined daily. The Scottish won't stop laughing. The Irish have been drunk of their tits for the last six months. The Welsh have banned speaking English. This is not going well but they get much respect for taking a stand.

2050: Republicans are now legal to be hunted for food if you have a bow hunting license. Guns are finally restricted. Republicans state that this will result in a civil war. Gun crime and school shootings are down 1000%. The most popular book in the US is "Eating the Rich" a combination how-to on bow hunting, butchering and serving human flesh. The rest of the world is watching this with interest. The Russian federation is taking special notes. This year 80 clones of Vladimir Putin are euthanised in their tubes and eaten.

2055: There is no civil war and surprisingly few instances of Kuru. Texas has built a wall around the entire state to keep "the left" out. All jokes about marrying your cousin are now attributed to Texas, now known as the Lone Surname State. They have still managed not to secede.

2060: Gender is abolished, not through decree but by common agreement of the third generation brought up by Millenials, Gen Z and Gen Blue: The Green Generation. Cities are walkable. It is considered weird if you cannot walk to the shops in bare feet safely for at least half a year. Air quality has improved, winters are returning. Urban deer keep grasses down and provide local meat. Men and women wear dresses, biological sex can now be changed trivially with around 60 months of treatment. Marriage is now merely a fun tradition and churches all pay tax after the 2056 ruling that if they cannot provide evidence for their god that they have no more claim to universal truth than a social club. World hunger is solved by levying back taxes on jsut three megachurches. Summers are brutal but can be managed by passive cooling, and thermal gradient power generators for cooling.

2070: Everyone has UBI. Work is 4 hours a day, 4 days a week for most people. Many people have two or three jobs, not for money, but because they have diverse interests. Most companies are profit sharing or Co-operatives. The biggest global trauma is the English wearing socks with sandals. Global temperatures have dropped. The kids are kind and bemused by their aging relatives. Texas is still Republican and angrily making memes about "This is the future the left want" that are still really cool and fun looking suggestions. The southen US has replaced it's statues with Dolly Parton, who's revered as a saint. 40% of men have great tits. The President of the USA is catgirl. Things are going to be OK. Tomorrow is the anniversary of the day the last Boomer died and everyone's going to get their grill out. Life's good: We're going to to be OK.

[whereistheonepiece]

Nightmare

Tagging @nat-tea-n-coffee because it was your interest/enthusiasm that drove me to write this. Thank you!

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When Robin woke up and reached out for Law in the dark, her hand passed over cold cotton sheets. It was not unusual for Law to exit their bed in the middle of the night; sometimes Robin would either try to fall back asleep or read in bed and leave Law alone to his thoughts, but tonight Robin was of a mind to find Law and join him. She slipped out of bed and into her slippers. She grabbed her robe out of the bedroom closet and pulled it on, tying it at her waist.

Law was most likely in the kitchen, at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee. He always offered her a cup when she came looking for him, but most times she politely declined in favor of a cup of herbal tea—and this was before her pregnancy. Nowadays he offered her a sip from his cup, and Robin was more inclined to accept that offering before making herself a cup of tea and taking a seat next to him.

Robin walked in the dark of their cottage. When she made it to the kitchen, she made out the dark mass of Law's silhouette at the kitchen table, hunched over. The room smelled of fresh coffee, and Robin felt greedy enough to ask for Law's cup instead of a sip when he offered.

Law's head lifted. Wanting to see him more clearly, Robin sprouted an arm out of the wall and flipped on the light. They both squinted at each other as their eyes adjusted to the abrupt change in light.

"Hello, my love," Robin said, stepping towards Law.

A tired smile curled Law's lips as he watched her pull out a chair next to him. "Hi," he said softly.

"Could you not sleep, or is something else going on?" she asked. Law's quality of sleep had improved since he'd moved in with Robin, but it had been troubled in the past few weeks.

Law inhaled. He pushed his cup towards her with one hand and cupped his face in the other hand.

Robin looked down at the cup and wrapped her hands around the warm ceramic. She brought the mug closer to her, inhaling deeply. While she did not have to completely abstain from caffeine, cutting back on it did make her appreciate what little she could have. Smiling, she wrapped her lips around the rim of the mug and gingerly took a sip, testing the temperature on her tongue before swallowing.

Law watched her, his eyes soft. "You want the rest?"

Robin smiled gratefully at him. "Thank you," she said.

Law nodded. They sat in silence. Robin savored the warmth of the cup and the robustness of the coffee while she watched Law think. She saw the way his lips parted as he prepared to speak, then closed as he discarded his thought.

Eventually he managed to say, "It was a nightmare."

Robin watched Law over the rim of the cup. She sipped. She waited. When the pause developed into silence, she finished the last of the coffee and got up to replace the cup she'd taken. She crossed the kitchen to the countertop where Law's coffee press sat, and lifted the beaker to pour coffee into the mug. She glanced at Law over her shoulder and found him staring into the open air.

Robin returned to her seat and presented her offering in front of Law, slowly pushing the mug towards him. He looked down at what she was doing and he reached out and grabbed the cup. He lifted it to his mouth and took a long sip before setting it back down again.

"I've been having dreams," Law said, staring over Robin's shoulder, "about our child."

Robin laid her cheek in her hand. She hadn't dreamt of their child yet. Perhaps she didn't need to when much of her waking thoughts were dedicated to the little body she was growing inside her own.

"Tonight it was about...him."

Doflamingo. Robin scowled. That name drew memories of a battered Law and the angry cries of an entire kingdom.

Law drew in a breath. "Tonight I dreamt that he kidnapped our child and groomed them to be the next Corazón."

Robin reached out and laid her hand on Law's. She softened her expression for him. "That man is no longer a threat."

Law looked at Robin. He lifted the hand that was under hers so he could kiss her knuckles. "I know."

"And even if he were," Robin continued, "we wouldn't let him near our child."

Another kiss on her knuckles. "I know." He paused, a haunted look on his face. "It's stupid. It just felt real."

Robin gazed at Law for a few moments before she took his hand and placed it on the swell of her stomach. Her body had only recently begun to show her pregnancy, right around the time she'd begun to notice Law's troubled sleep. "You're going to be a father soon," Robin said. She waited until he looked into her eyes, and she smiled at him. "And that's frightening, isn't it?"

Law swallowed. "Yeah," he admitted. He was silent for a breath or two. "But it's not all scary."

Robin laughed gently. "I should hope not."

Law finally smiled at her; it was tiny and it was uncertain, and for that Robin leaned over and kissed him, tasting coffee on his lips. Law's smile grew in size and confidence when they pulled apart. "Our child's going to be a mix of the both of us," he said, awed, as if this were the first time it had occurred to him.

Robin laughed again. Leaning over him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I know. And they're going to be so loved."

Law laid a hand on Robin's shoulder blade when he pushed his chair back. She stood up to allow him to move. He lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, his coffee forgotten. Robin used an extra hand to turn off the light.

Law moved carefully through the dark. He gently set her down on the bed.

Robin sat up and removed her robe. She draped it on the post nearest her, then got under the covers. She turned on her side and watched Law as he got into bed next to her. "It's going to be okay, Law," she whispered in the dark.

He laid his hand on her arm. "I know. I think I just need a reminder once in a while."

"Well, I'll be here to do just that," Robin said cheerfully.

She heard Law chuckle next to her. "I know."

Robin turned onto her other side and backed up against Law so they could spoon. He wrapped his arms around her, lacing his fingers so his hands cupped protectively against the swell of her stomach.

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ooh have you given any appearance headcanons on ireland and wales before? if not I'd love to know what you think these darling boys look like. also just more ireland content in general im literally addicted at this point you've got me hooked with your good writing of him <3

I have! They are somewhere on my main but the search function has once again failed to deliver. I'll preface this by saying that my headcanons predate the canon confirmation by a good handful of years but there are a few things form the canon that I've slowly baked in:

Ireland (Sean) I have always imagines as tall and slender; lanky in his youth and wiry now. He is functional muscle in its most ridged form, pockmarks and valleys of scars form years spent as a mercenary and the quick grace of a dance. He has a wide, generous smile and eyes like a fox, quick-witted and warm. His lips are chapped more often than not and his pockets lined with every kind of knick knack (including beeswax balms from Arthur's garden for his split callouses and lips). History has given him the hands of an artist, long fingered and nimble, and the ear of a musician. I will stand by my headcanon of Ireland as a medic and a jack of all trades in his spare time forever. Copper bright hair, cropped short at the nape, and meadow green eyes, freckled and boisterous and bold. At first glance people do not think of him as handsome but he is, in his own way, with the experience in his eyes and the liveliness of his expressions. He dresses is practical clothes and thickly-knit jumpers; there are always a pair of novelty welly boots and an ugly misshapen scarf by his front door (courtesy of Daffyd). He has a deep fondness for the stars and travel and a perfect sense of direction. He half kneels to talk to children and keeps every piece of furniture Alasdair gifts or fixes for him. The knees of his trousers are always damp or stained.

Wales (Daffyd or Dai) has a thicket of golden brown curls and brown eyes and freckles only faintly, mostly on his shoulders and back. Arthur has an inch or so on him but you would never know from the way Dai carries himself. Unassuming but confident and with an easy charm and deep, open kindness than seems at odds with the brasher personalities around him. He has a will like iron and an unmatchable resilience. Slow to anger and loyal he can carry a grudge for centuries (see his grudge against Francis here). His cheeks are round and his shoulders broad; his hips and stomach giving. They all think he is the strongest out of the bunch for the simple fact that he is the most willing to forgive himself and others first. An atrocious knitter that takes his failures in good nature until slowly (over something like four decades) he improves. Dai has a voice like poetry and perfect pitch; a born singer and sound advisor that is as inclined to diplomacy as he is to harmless gossip (these days at least; he has always traded in information and secrets, understanding where true power lies). If Arthur is not stealing Alasdair's clothes he is stealing Dai's and you can always tell-- he dresses in brighter tones and mismatched patterns that seem to suit him and no one else. He pays the most mind to his shoes and although he only owns a few pairs they are all good quality. Dai blushes as easily as Arthur but is entirely unselfconscious about it. He smells like rosin and warm cologne; sometimes a little like the hills of his home and the clean air of the valleys. If he could, he would be a lecturer or a tutor, and drives where his patience is rewarded.