#Cats and Beer Box Challenge

[shojizbae]

Rave Baby

Spencer Reid x Reader

After a long case, some of the team pitstops at your apartment, and Morgan takes the liberty of searching through some memories. He comes across some scandalous photos that light a fire in Reid.

This last case was challenging. To make it worse, the power had gone out in DC due to a blackout. With a chirp, I told the team that I always had a generator and that we could cool with some coronas in my fridge. Hotch had declined, stating the necessity of returning to his wife and son. I had thrown open all the windows and cranked the AC, attempting to push out all the hot air. With my permission, Derek had distributed beers from my fridge and found a bag of chips.

A battery-powered radio was located, and my CDs were run through to find something to unwind with. With a sigh, Emily sank onto my couch and sipped her beer.

"Uhh, I can't tell you how nice your apartment is."

"Yeah," JJ groaned from the corner, holding her hair up and sticking her face in the AC vent. Derek was still looking through my belongings when he came across a Scooter CD.

"Well, well, well, where did a girl like you find this type of music?" I looked at the album cover.

"Oh, that's from my college days." I tried to dismiss it. This isn't the sort of stuff I would share with my coworkers.

"Really? Let's go ahead and pop this in."

"No don't!" I tried to launch it at him before he could open it, but it was too late. A few photos I took the night I bought that CD slipped into his lap.

"Woah ho ho!" Spencer, who had been content to sift through my shitty romance novels, peaked his head up like a prairie dog at the sound of Derek's chuckle. "What do we have here?" He held up one photo, and I hid behind my beer bottle.

"That was years ago," I whined

"What is this?" Spencer came to the group, attention fully peaked

"It's (Y/n). At a rave." Spencer snatched the photo out of Morgans's hand like a cat but Emily nearly yelled

"Shut up, let me see." she slammed her glass bottle on the table and grabbed one of the photos from him

"No way," JJ stated, following Spencer into the circle to look at the evidence. "I could never imagine you at a rave. I've seen you get upset that you left your clothes in the washing machine."

"They'll get moldy," I whined

"Holy shit. Where was this?" Emily inspects a photo of me in a bikini, fluffy leg warmers, and a matching bucket hat. "Look at your butt where were you hiding this." She makes an attempt to check me out, but I sink further into my couch

"I don't know, I was never sober in the 72 hours around a rave."

"Oh yeah? What did you take?" Morgan begged

"All sorts of crap, mostly hallucinogens. My rave mentor told me music is better when you're high."

"So why'd you stop going?" Emily asked

"I grew up."

"You grew up?" JJ asked, putting the photo on the table

"Yeah," I rubbed my hands up and down my thigh and sighed. I wasn't entirely ready to trauma-dump the team, but here I was. "My uncle, who basically raised me, passed on Thanksgiving in the sophomore year of my bachelor's. Hallucinogens made it easy not to grieve, and loud music blocked my ability to think. I would dance around and tell everyone that 'tonight was the night,' and I was 'finally free,' but I would just see him after a while. He would ask me, 'Why are you doing this, my dove?'. I couldn't ignore him anymore, so I just stopped. Put all my teeny bikinis in a box and put it past me." I cleared my throat, realizing that I had put a damper on the mood

"We could play the CD. I think I'll still remember the rhythm." I switched in the discs and let the synth radiate through my living room. Immediately, I felt the groove, letting it carry my limbs airily around me. I felt myself disconnect as the beat continued to pump. Before I could drift away wholly, Emilie's voice brought me down to earth.

"You packed all this away? That means you still have it?"

"Yeah, in a box in the back of my closet." before I could discover my mistake, she darted to the back of my apartment, and JJ took off with her.

"Oh hell, I gotta see this." Derek got up and dropped the last of the photos. Reid dutifully packed them up and sifted through the photos, stopping on one.

"What did you find, Spence?" I crawled toward him slowly. I gasped at the photo. My Rave mom, Zoe, who was only 4 months older than me, and I were posing together. He sifted through the images with it and stacked them. I gasped at the image. The photo on the top was of Zoe throwing up a peace sign, showing the neon pink paint on her palms, and a green hand was playfully on my throat. Both of our bodies had been splattered with neon ain't, but noticeably, I had two big hands brink on the triangle bikini we wore. One pink, one green.

The picture below was of Zoe and I very dramatically kissing. Zoe had made smudged hand prints on my ass. I had a leg up on her hip, and you could see drool and lipstick around each other mouths.

"I hardly even remember that night, and I thought it was trendy to act gay." I pulled the pictures from his hand and returned them to the case. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Why are you apologizing? Y-you had fun."

"Yeah, but you're my colleague. This is embarrassing and you probably are ashamed of me."

"Actually, I'm jealous. In college, I had no friends and didn't go to parties. I was, I am, a loser. You had fun."

"Did you not hear my spiel about using drugs not to think?"

"Yeah, but you were hot." That shocked you. He was only two beers deep, and Reid was spilling his secrets.

You laughed in shock.

"Spencer, you can't say things like that." I slapped at his chest playfully.

"WELL!" I could hear Derek's strained voice. "This!" he put the giant plastic tub on the floor next to us. "This is one heavy bucket of slutty clothes."

"I want to try something on!" JJ greedily popped the snaps on the cover. With giggles, JJ and Emily started pulling out bikinis that looked like they were made out of spider webs.

"Woah ho ho!" Derek giggled, holding up a low-rise thong. "I hope you wore a jacket."

"Alright, that's enough!" I grabbed it from his reach

"Hey, could I borrow one of these?" JJ asked. "Will has been asking for something new."

"Yeah, but don't borrow it. I don't want it back." I made a face of disgust

"Yeah, I might want to just wear one around my apartment?" Emily held something balled up

"Take as many as you want. I won't wear them again. I should sell them. I could finally go on vacation."

"Woah woah woah, if you sell these, what will you wear on vacation?" Derek joked

"Clothes." I snatched another piece of hosiery from him. My knees cracked as I stood and got another beer from the kitchen. "Now, get out of my panties." I swatted him with the bottoms as I walked by

by some stroke of God, the lights flicked back on, and across the street, I could see the surrounding building come back to life.

"Well, I've got to get to my house before my ice cream spoils." Emily stood and collected a few pieces of fabric.

"Yeah, and completely unrelated. I have to call Will." JJ juts out her lip in an admission of guilt. They snuck out the door, giggling and tucking crazy fabric in their bags.

"I should get going too, wonder boy. You need a ride home?"

"No, I should be fine. There's a train in the next hour." Reid was still immersed in the photos.

"Well, don't bug her too badly." He left with a wink

"Why are you still looking at those? They're ancient."

"The date on the back says 1998, making you 20 years old. You're 28." Finally, he puts the photos down. "I'm having a hard time picturing you going to a rave. You only read sappy novels from the seventies. I saw three copies of Tuck Everlasting on your shelves." All the talk from my coworkers and the five beers in my system made me more than angry and bold.

Stupid ideas were my biggest export when I was inebriated.

"Well, I know the FBI has kept me in shape. I'm going to my bedroom and try these on." I gave a coy smile as I took a handful of sets and strutted off to the back of my place.

"W-what do you mean you're going to try them on."

"I've gotta see if they still fit."

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #raver girl

[leclsrc]

congrats on 2k!! so happy to see such a talented writer get the recognition they deserve🤍🤍

can i request 5 gifts w/ charles?? ty and congrats again!

presents – cl16

genre: flufff, bit of angst, 2k celebration

Thank God for expensive cars—they barely make noise when they pull into the driveway of the house.

On nights where the bed’s emptiness is just a bit too painful to bear, your ears grow attuned to the silence so they can hear the car better. Because from then you can judge the rest of Charles’ synchronized routine—his shit parking, turning the key into the lock, heavy footsteps through the foyer and up the stairs, deliberate turning of the doorknob so he doesn’t wake you.

But he never does, because you’re never asleep. “Did I wake you?”

“Mmm, no,” you assure him, sitting up a little. He sports evidence of training, a bruise on his arm, extra stubble, a tighter fitting tee. He climbs into bed beside you holding a tiny box, rattles it so you can hear the chain shake inside. 

“Good. I have a gift for you.”

“Can it wait?” You ask throatily. “I miss you.”

He looks perfect like this, you think, pretty and handsome and tired and yours. He is rarely yours in these triple headers, season peaks where neither of your schedules give. So you envelop him into a hug, the box is laid on the bedside table, and they’re both gone by the time you wake up to the sun.

—

You were never one to accept presents, especially if they looked like they cost a month’s rent. Charles had given you a bracelet to commemorate your first year together, one that matched his.

“We agreed small gifts,” you’d said, jaw to the floor at the shiny object.

“It is… small.” He responded dumbly.

“Small, like…” you pull out your paper maché cat, which you painted to look like a Sauber driver. “Like this.”

So he’d kept the bracelet because you insisted, with all the love in the world, that you simply could not bear to wear it. Then he posted six pictures of your gift, claiming it was the best he’d ever gotten, pressing kisses all over your face.

—

“Would you like a message on the card, Sir?”

“Oui, oui. Can you write, uh…”

Charles rifles through his journal, onto which he’s written every detail of his life. There are race stats, strategy comparisons, crude venn diagrams of plans, tic-tac-toe games on slow meetings with Carlos, long-winded spiels on life that evolve from French to Italian to English, dinner date reminders, interview scripts.

But none of those is what he’s looking for. He seeks something else, a line he’d written on the day you fell asleep hugging him, comforted by his arrival. He had to leave early that day, so he enjoyed your presence and spent time writing. 

He spends a minute too long searching for it, but finds it eventually, sandwiched in between a doodle of Fred and Antonio. For all his trying, however, he later learns he miscalculated your checkout time, and the flowers never arrived on time for you to see them. He pictures the lilies, wilting alone, pictures the card you never got to unfold and read.

Thinking of you. I fall in love with you every time you walk into a room. Charles

—

You meet his eyes across the table, and narrow yours in silent challenge.

“Woah!” He laughs, amused, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction. “What was that—” He mimics your challenging expression, eyes briefly flitting down to where he holds his Uno cards. The rest of the room watch idly as the game comes to an intense close.

“It was me telling you I have great cards,” you proclaim with a giggle. “Aaaand uno.” 

The intense close is won by you, much to your opponent’s chagrin. It was an easy win, you state, I had a plus four and he handed it right to me. He finds you by the kitchen of the mansion chewing on a potato chip and extends a bottle of beer toward you, in a truce of sorts.

“Winners deserve a drink, no?” He grins, his eyes crinkling. “Consider it a gift. From me.”

“No, thanks. You already gifted me a win.”

“I just let you win,” he teases. “It was easy.”

“Was it?” You raise an eyebrow, and you both laugh. “All this talk, and I don’t even know my nemesis’ name.”

“Right, how rude,” he tsks, shaking your hand. It stays a bit too long, steals your words. “It’s Charles.”

—

In the end, your relationship befell the same fate as the collection of gifts he’d never been able to get you to receive: it just didn’t work out. 

But sometimes Charles revisits his piles of storage, picks out the florist’s business card or the winning Uno number he’d folded up and kept. He checks and rechecks boxes, wrappers, of gifts ungiven. And he goes to his trophy shelf, full of shiny metal and hard edges, and sees there, in front of them all, the Sauber driver paper maché cat.

And you sometimes go through pictures of the both of you, stare at your empty wrist and wonder what it would look like with a bracelet looped around it. You think of waiting, of the empty bed that’s now become the norm, the phone call from your hotel receptionist who asked if you wanted to return for the flowers that were sent late. 

Both of you remember. Both of you look for the other.

But perhaps most of all, both of you hope there’s a life where gifts were received and love worked. Charles passes the freeway exit that leads to your house and wonders, for a second, if he should turn into it. You lay in bed, ears attuned, wondering if you’ll hear the sound of his car.

#f1 #charles leclerc #leclsrc2000 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc smut #f1 x reader

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

haizaki shougo is in the sticks

for @paintoreos who requested “could you write some fluff for Hanamiya/Haizaki of them being kissed by their s/o for the first time?? 🙏❤️” and @dust-of-fandoms who requested “I have been in a Haizaki mood for a couple of days now, would he be too annoying to write fluff for? I feel like the fluffy part of a relationship with him comes after he gets over himself and starts treating his partner better.” hope this works for you both!

engawas are like japanese architecture’s equivalent of a porch. haizaki’s aged up to 20 in this so i’m not promoting minors drinking. i'm not advising that adults drink either. haizaki is permanently bad role model.

Sat alone on the engawa, Haizaki takes another swig of beer and stares out across the sticky summer dusk, dimming fields stuffed with rice flowers and mosquitos. Excluding the crickets, he hears nothing but his own breath and the sloshing of the sip of beer in the can.

When she said her family was from the sticks, she really meant it. 

It’s no place for a city boy like Haizaki. He misses the sound of anything and everything, police sirens to the neighbours’ arguments. Even thinking about the sound of the nursery kids screaming down the road is making him feel homesick. The sound of people and the sound of conflict: he’s only just realised that it’s been with him since he was born. 

At last, he hears footsteps behind him and the thump of a girl coming to sit down beside him. 

“You took your time,” Haizaki remarks, moving over for her.

She hands him another beer and opens her own. “Don’t tell me you were scared without me?”

“Scared? Of what - the crickets?”

“Bears. Ghosts. Serial killers.”

“Very funny.”

“I’m not kidding,” and she points towards a couple dwellings in the distance, her nightgown sleeve slipping down towards her elbow. “When my parents were born, the guy who lived over there would have been on his third murder. It took another two deaths before the police found him, and they still haven’t found all the bodies. They say the lead investigator only figured it out when he realised how well the guy’s crops were growing. And, you know what the creepy part is? He’s been in prison for decades now but the crops still grow better than everyone else’s.”

“Yeah, well I’m not scared of him. Hell, if he ever got out and tried something, I’d-“

In the darkness, a meow. Haizaki squeaks with surprise and she bursts into giggles as the culprit, her mother’s aged tabby, trots over towards them. 

“Says he’s not scared of a serial killer but can’t even face a cat without bursting into tears.”

“Oi, he just caught me by surprise,” he replies gruffly, looking away. “I’d take him in a fight too. Dumb fucking cat.”

She’s still giggling, “what are going you going to do, Mr Big Bad Haizaki? Challenge him to a duel, 1v1 him, organise a boxing match with a cat?”

“You don’t get it. He disrespected me. Disrespected me,” he repeats, stressing each syllable, focused on trying to keep his tone sounding serious, to keep her laughing as long as possible. “As a man, I can’t let this slide.”

The cat is now swatting at mosquitos, rolled over onto his back.

“He doesn’t think you’re a worthy enough opponent. You’ll have to fight the mosquitos before you have the right to challenge him.” She takes a sip of beer and glances at the tens of mosquito bites littering Haizaki’s arms and legs. “And I don’t think you’ll win against them anytime soon.”

“Man, was this why you invited me here? Just to mock me?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“And here I thought it was because a cute chick liked me.” Haizaki reaches out to the cat and lets him swipe at the man’s hands “You hear that? I’ve become a laughing stock.”

“No, you weren’t wrong about the cute chick liking you,” she says, and turns her head, and her lips make gentle contact with Haizaki’s cheek. 

No one says anything. Haizaki’s heart is going a mile a minute, even though logically he knows it’s just a kiss, really just a peck on the cheek, something that a guy who’s been in as many half-hearted hookups as he has should have long been desensitised to. Yet the intimacy of it panics him, has him blushing like a kid, has him thinking twenty years ahead to days of sitting on this engawa together, maybe with more cats, maybe even with kids, and holding her hand, and watching the sunset, and realising that the feeling of her presence, and shoulder brushing his, will always be far more comforting than any city sounds. 

He’s thinking, what the fuck is wrong with you Haizaki Shougo? 

And he’s mumbling, because love is still too big and intimidating a concept to profess, 

“Do that again.”

#haizaki shougo #haizaki shougo x reader #kiridai #kirisaki daichi scenarios #kirisaki daiichi #fukuda sogo #knb #kuroko no basket #the basketball which kuroko plays #x y/n #x you #fem!reader #fluff #first kiss #hcs #headcanons #imagines #scenarios #drabbles #one shot #haizaki shougo is in the sticks

[stcllxr]

*       if you’re hearing EVERYTHING I WANTED by BILLIE EILISH playing, you have to know GABRIELE CASPER MORRETTI (HE/THEY; NON-BINARY) is near by! the 31 year old JAZZ MUSICIAN AT PANDORA'S BOX/COMPOSER has been in denver for, like, SEVEN MONTHS (THIS TIME). they’re known to be quite ERRATIC, but being HUMOROUS seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble KEIYNAN LONSDALE. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those HAIR COLOUR CHANGING AS OFTEN AS THEIR UNDERWEAR, COUCH SURFING THEIR WAY AROUND THE GLOBE, AN EAR THAT CAN PICK UP A TUNE FROM JUST A FEW NOTES vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RIVER NORTH ART DISTRICT long enough!

basics

full name : gabriele casper moretti

name meaning: god is my strength, treasure bearer, dark hair worker

nickname / alias: cas, the friendly ghost

gender / pronouns: non binary, he / they

sexuality: pansexual

age, birthday + zodiac: 31,

place of birth: newport, rhode island.

accent : denver. 

occupation: composer & jazz musician

song: everything i wanted by billie eilish

appearance

faceclaim: keiynan lonsdale

height: 5″10

eyecolor: green/hazel

haircolor: dark brown

build: lean, bordering skinny

tattoos / scars: large white scar on their right palm from a broken beer bottle, half sleeve on their left upper arm made up of small tattoos related to places they have been / lived.

personality

positive traits: humorous, good natured, sarcastic

negative traits: anxious, introverted, erratic

relationships

parents : carmen moretti ( mother, deceased ), angelo moretti ( father, deceased ) 

siblings : x moretti ( eldest sister ) , x moretti ( eldest brother ) , x moretti ( middle sister ) , x moretti ( twin sister )

children : none

pets : cat ( small / medium rescue puppy , mixed breeds )

history

part one

gabriele moretti is the final of the five moretti siblings to be born, barely two minutes after his twin sister but a whole fourteen years after the eldest had come into the world.

life is at first, positive. he remembers very little of the early years, just loving parents and a sister that formed the other half of him. but in a household with so many vying personalities, he felt small. unnoticeable. like if he kept quiet for long enough, they might forget he existed at all.

the desire to disappear is heightened further when their parents are lost. it's a sudden, crushing, grief. he is only eight and his world is turned upside down. he misses most the twenty minutes before bed when his mother would read them stories to help them fall asleep and he would feel the whole weight of her love, undivided. and his father's laugh that filled a room with mirth, that sent him into spirals of childish giggles, as if their bond could be founded on humour alone. when they are gone, a house that was so full of noise is silenced.

the remains of the siblings are moved to denver, to live with their aunt. he does what he is supposed to. goes to school, tries his best. but his mind is unlike most and he cannot concentrate, cannot focus. math, science, literature, they're frustratingly challenging. he is smart, he swears he is, but school makes him feel inept.

all apart from music class. it's the one class he holds out for each week, looks forward to. music just makes sense. it doesn't matter the instrument, he finds a way to learn it - figure out its quirks, how to find the path to the right sounds. he learns that when he has a voice, when he uses it, it's enjoyable.

when he is out of the shadow of his family, he forces on a personality - the class clown, the joker. he in part craves the attention, in another hides behind the mask it allows him to create. as the happy, wise-cracking, goofball nobody expects to him to have an ache in his chest that feels suffocating. nobody notices the way his hands shake whenever attention is turned to him, or the way he has to seek out a quiet isolated place to find calm again, to let it all swallow him whole.

part two

he makes it through school, just about scraping it by. he's promised himself he's not going to drop out ( for mom, for dad, though he's not sure they'd remark on it if they were still around ). and then his life can really begin, right ?? something about lakeview has always felt too enclosed, too limited, and at 18 with the world at his feet he takes off running.

he travels, anywhere, everywhere. ticking off continents, countries, cities. experiencing cultures that seem so much bigger than small town life. and he takes his guitar everywhere he goes ( though he prefers a piano, at times, it's a lot harder to attach to a backpack ).

he writes and composes music, tries different styles, but always ends up coming back to the music of his home - jazz. he moves to new york, manages to settle briefly, and even gets scouted while performing at a run down bar in queens. suddenly, he is thrown headfirst into the life of a professional musician. he gets studio time, works with a few big names, records an album - even gets the start of a tour booked.

all the while, gabriele feels that something is missing or doesn't quite add up. that the face he presents is still packaged up in the form that's most permissible but isn't true to who he really is. it's a friend in the industry that finally sits him down and helps him confront what he has been avoiding most. himself. or, perhaps more importantly, themself. he begins to explore the pronouns he finds most comfortable, learns about different terms and definitions and what that might mean for him. he dabbles in different clothes, different looks, trying to find who he is underneath years of avoidance.

gabriele is a ghost he decides; and therein lies the joke. if he is to be a ghost, he will be casper. the friendliest kind. at age 23, five years after leaving denver, gabriele in a short but sweet text to those that matter, makes the request to be called casper. there's little explanation given, he hopes he doesn't really ever have to. after all, running from the real shit is still his best skill.

casper gets rebranded ( despite a bit of uproar from their label ) but it leads to greater success. their fans, old and new, like the intrigue and the heart it gives to their music. the booked tour leads them around the u.s. before taking them of all places, to mardis gras.

it's on a float shaped like a sinking ship ( yeah, prophetic irony or what ) that their anxiety gets the best of them. a panic attack results in the utter butchery of 'what a wonderful world' and casper bolting from the parade. with nothing but embarrassment shaping their career, they bolt from louisiana and head on the next tour stop as soon as possible.

part three

living their life on tour, half settling in cities all over, begins to chafe. and they find themselves yearning for something unexpected - home. after all this time, casper decides to relocate back to denver.

they start of fairly non-committal, couch surfing from friends and families homes for a month or so. but then they reconnect with a girl they once knew, a few dates leads to exclusivity and suddenly casper has a girlfriend. one that, for once, they're not expecting to end things with. so why not try to stick it out ??

a room in an apartment becomes available, a few other people - some that he even grew up with - and he jumps at the chance. these are roots in as much as casper is capable.

seven months later and here they still are. they work from home, writing and composing new music - their label is expecting something good, something to push their sound into the mainstream - and to pay the rent they perform at pandora's box with friday nights being their regular slot.

wanted connections

current girlfriend childhood best friend/will they won't they

#about : casper #death tw #anxiety tw

[marvel-and-mischief]

❄️ December Writing Challenge ❄️

Day 14. Family Fashion/Catwalk Night

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader Words: 1503 Warnings: mentions of Frankie's mental health, swearing

December Writing Challenge masterlist

It wasn’t as difficult to throw away years worth of memories as Frankie had built it up in his head. Odd cat shaped ornaments, dusty shoes he’d never worn, appliances that were too complicated to use were quickly thrown into boxes to be sent to a thrift store. Frankie would accumulate more, he reasoned, and you would be grateful to him for not bringing clutter to a new home. 

Frankie was selling the house he'd brought with his first wife; the place his daughter had always known as ‘home’. He was saying goodbye not only to brick and mortar, but to memories, both good and bad, and to a comfort zone he’d been grateful for through the toughest times. But he was ready for a new start, with new beginnings, with you. He expected to feel sad at leaving everything behind, or anxious at the unknown.

Except he doesn’t. And with each item he puts into a ‘to-go’ box or places in a suitcase to take with him, he feels the tension in his shoulders leave him a little bit more. Frankie cleared most of the house within a week, with his best friends helping of course. And maybe that was why he feels no sadness. Because who can be upset when Benny is prancing around the kitchen in a novelty naked chef apron whilst Santi sings along to Tina Turner using an old karaoke machine they’d found in the loft?

Frankie takes a sip of beer between guffawing at his best friends, eyeing Will who is trying to stifle his laughter by biting into a PB&J sandwich. 

“Take the mic!” Santi roars, holding the microphone out to Frankie, stubbornly refusing to take no for an answer. Frankie remembers that look from the Delta Force days when, as leader, Santi expected his orders to be taken seriously and without question. They were younger, stronger, shells of the men they are today. Santi could only be persuaded to sing with at least ten shots in his system back then. Now though? He’s teetotal, laidback and will happily murder ‘Nutbush City Limits’ if it means making his friends smile. 

Frankie hears the click of the front door and decides to take the mic from Santi with a whoop from his friends. He belts out the last lines of the song just as you enter the kitchen, sporting a look of pure delight. 

“That was truly something, babe,” you laugh. Frankie pulls you in for a kiss, the mic getting crushed between you creating a high pitched screech that has you all wincing until Benny pulls the plug on the karaoke machine. 

“Alright, who wants to get to the real entertainment?” Benny exclaims, throwing Will and Santi a ridiculously over-the-top wink and nod towards the staircase. You and Frankie frown at each other, both shrugging to show neither knows what is going on.

“You two, go sit on the couch, we’ll be down in a bit,” Santi hurries you and Frankie into the living room, meanwhile Will gives you a sorry look.

“It was Benny’s idea,” Will whispers, “so expect the worse.”

Frankie pulls you down to sit close to him, arm firm around your waist. He offers you a sip of his beer, which you gratefully accept. 

“Was she okay?” he asks quietly. Always the concerned father he wasn’t sure about leaving his four year old with his mother for the last night in the house. You’d assured him she’d be fine, and one final night with his boys would be exactly what he needs before everything changed tomorrow. 

“She was excited to have her abuelita all to herself.”

Frankie smiles fondly and the rest of his anxiety washes away in the release of his shoulders and the loosening of your waist. Your fiancé always held his tension in his arms, and usually in the scrunching of his face but he looked relaxed this evening. Karaoke had clearly done wonders for his anxiety.

“Are you okay?” 

Frankie ponders your question. He can hear his best friends stomping around the mostly empty room above the living room, and Benny’s deep laugh travelling throughout the house. The house was nearly all packed up, just a few boxes sat in each room and the large furniture would remain intact until the morning. At the start of the week Frankie couldn’t see how any of it would get done and now it was nearly finished he was glad of it. 

It was difficult at times, especially sorting through painful memories. He found his old wedding ring which brought back feelings of a painful divorce and the custody battle over his daughter. He came across photographs of old army pals that never made it back home. One particular photo of him, Benny, Will, Santi and his old friend Tom almost sent him into a downward spiral of despair if it wasn’t for Santi finding him crying in the bathtub. He was reminded of why he was doing this in the first place. Why he was looking for a fresh start. Because of you.

Frankie smiles at you. “I’m excited for a new chapter in our life. I think it’s going to be a happier one.”

Your eyes light up with promise. You’d had many conversations about your respective futures and how you saw them intertwining. You have plans and ideas of what you both want out of your relationship, so it’s no surprise that Frankie sees you in his. Yet it makes your heart flutter whenever you hear him say it. When he says ‘our’ or ‘we’ it sends jolts of electricity through your veins, makes you feel alive with the possibilities. It excites you. 

“When are you leaving?” Frankie’s bottom lip pokes out in disappointment. 

“My sister’s picking me up in an hour.” You’ve agreed to leave the boys to it for the night. Nothing’s worse than a girlfriend crashing a boys night, despite their insistence that they love you more than Frankie (you knew it was a lie but you appreciate how much they make you feel like part of their weird friendship). 

The bubble bursts when a thunder of footsteps charge down the stairs and Benny pops his head around the living room door, hiding his body from sight when addressing you.

“Okay, so we thought of an idea. A send off, or something to remember us by when you’re gone.”

“We’re not dying, Benny, for fucks sake,” Frankie grumbles, facepalming with one hand.

“You might as well be, Cat! Anyway, hope you don’t mind us using those bag of clothes you want to donate.”

You give Frankie a quizzical look and receive an amused shake of his head. Suddenly the karaoke machine is jolted back to life, slightly muffled from where it sits in the hallway, an instrumental version of  Madonna’s ‘Vogue’ plays as Benny steps into the room. 

You and Frankie gasp in delight as you witness Benny strutting into the room wearing a pair of Frankie’s old jeans riding low on his hips, leg bottoms not quite reaching his ankles, a ‘Standard Heating Oil’ cap sat backwards on his head whilst his chest is covered in your grey and yellow ‘Bee Kind! Save The Bees!’ tee. You’re in too much shock to say anything whilst Frankie is clutching his chest from laughing hard. 

You’ve hardly caught a breath before Will follows suit in a mix of yours and Frankie’s clothes, snapping some awful, rainbow coloured suspenders against his bare chest. Eventually Santi comes into the room, less enthusiastic than the two brothers but egged on by all four of you when you see that his shapely ass is outlined by a pair of your long forgotten gym shorts, never worn because they were too short to actually wear to the gym, paired with a stripy, extremely low-cut, shoulder-padded top that Frankie once wore to a fancy-dress party when he dressed up as Ziggy Stardust. 

“Catwalk baby!” Benny exclaims, continuing to goad Santi and Will into strutting up and down the length of the living room, hands on swaying hips, stepping to the beat of the song. 

By the time your sister has arrived to pick you up there are tears streaming down your cheeks, stomach sore from laughing hard. Frankie walks you to the front door and kisses you out of view from his friends.

“They’re idiots,” Frankie growls, but there’s no sincerity to his words. His eyes are shining with love for them.

“But they’re our idiots.”

“Yeah,” Frankie sighs affectionately.

“Go have fun. I’ll see you in the morning,” you promise, pressing a final kiss to his cheek before shutting the door behind you. 

You’d worried all week that Frankie would change his mind, that he’d miss the memories and his friends too much to move to the other side of the state for you. But you leave with your sister feeling content that Frankie has made a decision he doesn’t regret, and is looking forward to a future with you.

#wwdilfcember #December Writing Challenge #Triple Frontier #Frankie Morales #Frankie Morales x reader #Santiago Garcia #Frankie Morales x f!reader

[anxhoredheart]

( archie renaux, nonbinary, he/they ) — 🎬 just announced, jaiden ‘jaime' adani is casted as chuck bhatt (chuck bass) in upcoming gossip girl series reboot. the twenty six year old is trending as people are debating if the worn out checkered vans with the hole on the heel, the thrill of surviving imposter syndrome, bruised && bloody knuckles worn proud with a smile, finding yourself stuck in the method acting that they are known for is enough to make them as good as original. a quick google search shows that their fans call them deeply devoted, but internet trolls think they’re more desperate. i guess their newest interview for variety where they talk about how this is their breakout role and the dream of a lifetime will let people to know them better.

basics:

traits: athletic, hedonistic, ambitious, devoted, idealistic, argumentative, stubborn, resilient, colorful, individualistic, non-conforming, hyper-active, spontaneous, forceful, destructive, domineering, envious, greedy.

relationship status: mingling.

sexuality: pansexual/gender blind.

religion: agnostic.

date of birth: nov 9th.

zodiac sign:  scorpio.

skills & hobbies: basketball, acting, watching movies, everything 90s, skateboarding, opposing authority, bare-knuckle boxing, parties, fast cars, being listened too, painting fingernails.

dislikes & fears: their mother, rules, and the answer no // losing his apartment, never making it to the spotlight, half of their co-workers.

quirks: diagnosis: with adhd in 3rd grade, hates authority, doesn't drink beer

fun facts: had auditioned for the roles of troy bolton and ryan atwood but never got call-backs. was shocked to get a call for chuck bass.

pets: their apartment doesn't allow them, but they have one unauthorized cat who has only one eye, and her tail was amputated. she is a rescue and his baby. her name is pizza.

family: no longer in contact with any of them.

inspirations: fiona & lip gallagher (shameless), killmonger (black panther), jordan wilder (famous in love)

backstory:

they were just a kid from oakland - with about a million and two dreams && a penchant for trouble.

kicked out of public high school only two weeks into their freshman year for fighting, and they didn't regret it. no one made fun of jaime when they returned, painted nails && long hair (or shaved hair, or neon pink hair...) && all, that was for sure.

adversity was part of the lifestyle. they bounced between the houses of their mom's boyfriends or cheap rundown places, and jaime (as the eldest) would come home from school && take care of their two younger brothers while their mom worked, partied, dated, or slept.

the house was a revolving door, and there was almost always 1-4 guests crashing on couches, or even the floor.

what brought everyone together were movies - and jaime loved them, dreamed of living the lives they saw play out on social media && on tv, always thinking of a bigger, brighter future.

the day of their 18th birthday, they left oakland, and somehow got their junker car to los angeles.

it then, immediately, broke down. and so began, the harrowing experience of trying to get your name out in hollywood. it was an uphill battle from the start, and aside from minor roles, posing as extras, and commercials... jaime struggled.

their brothers did not forgive jaime for leaving to pursue his dream, especially as years passed, and jamie continued to struggle. eventually, they stopped communicating at all, finding their own trouble && dream in other ways. the family fractured without jaime.

for eight freaking years, they have been showing up to every casting call, every audition, stalking directors on social media, trying to get into the classy clubs, buying the cheap weed... bouncing between place to place like a bouncy ball.

almost ready to give up, jaime gave it one last go - and landed the role, somehow, for chuck bass. he couldn't more different from them, but it's time to own up to the challenge.

jaime's dreams are coming true... but only if they can hack it on the screen, and bring justice to the legacy of chuck bass. it wasn't until filming began they realized the only reason they landed the role at all instead of one of the bigger names floating around was because their co-star demanded a "nobody" to star alongside romantically; and now, jaime has even more to prove.

wanted connections:

gossip girl cast: they already have a lot of tension with his co-star portraying blair, and though they want to make friends with the crew... they may be acting a little aloof due to the nerves of it all. i imagine tension here but hopefully someone can break the ice? share snacks during break?

rival: someone trying to steal their thunder

showing them the ropes: literally brand new to fame, despite having been in la for 10 years now. they don't know the ins and outs, they still get starstruck, and they have no idea how to say no at the wild parties. someone needs to help him.

the judge-y snobs who think they can't hack it: pretty much self-explanatory but as a brand new face, a nobody from oakland who took this long to finally land something, i'm sure jaime will face a lot of adversity and he will work to win them over in unique ways.

crushes/hook-ups/tinder dates: tbh jaime is here to mingle and mingle they shall do. this is their dream life they are living and the love is overflowing.

the mom friend: eventually i will have jaime lean a little hard into the "chuck bass" personna as the show continues filming... being more of a douche, partying too hard, etc. someone will need to care enough to help them out, would love for this to be a slow burn/slow blossom effect so when they spiral, your muse is there!

party/stoner pals: life of the party, and comes down every night with a well-rolled joint. who else?

taken connections:

#2000.INTRO #. << MUSE >> . JAIME.

[kaunis-sielu]

Sidelines: Phone Call

You’d thought about going to the game, watching from a box with some of the other partners of the team but at the end of the day watching the Super Bowl with your family sounded more fun. You’re on a commercial when your phone rings, it’s not a number you recognize but when the location catches your eye your brows furrow.

“Hello?” You ask into the phone.

“Hey Sweetheart.” You’d know his voice anywhere.

“Steve? What? Where are you calling me from?” You ask as Daisy stares at you.

“The phone on the sidelines.” He says, “I was thinking Sweetheart, should we do a fake Statue of Liberty or Hidden Ball play?”

“You’re asking me? Why aren’t you asking the coaches?”

“You’re a coach.”

“For kids! This is the Super Bowl Steve!” This seems to get your families attention, the commercials are muted and they’re all staring at you now. “You’re insane.”

“Just call it Sweetheart.” How is he being so calm about this?

“Hidden ball. Hydra’s defense isn’t known for being the most observant.” You tell him with a sigh, earning an approving nod from Frank.

“Sounds good Sweetheart, if we score I’m taking you to Disneyland.” He promises and you laugh.

“Stay focused Rogers.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Now get your head in the game.” He laughs before you hang up.

“You weren’t really talking to Uncle Steve were you?” Foggy asks and you nod your head.

“Bullshit.” Danny says before a sip of his beer.

“How much you wanna bet?” You ask raising an eyebrow at your brother.

“$50.”

“Deal. I told him to run a hidden ball. If he does you owe me $50.”

“Deal.” Danny agrees and now all you have to do is wait to hope Steve does the play. Sure enough they get the first down and a gain of almost fifteen yards, with a hidden ball. You smirk over at Danny who has a small scowl on his face,

“Pure chance.” He says and Karen scoffs,

“You’re just mad you lost $50.”

“Call another one Cat.” Danny challenges digging into his pocket for his wallet,

“If he calls again I will.” You offer with a little shrug as you take the wad of bills from him.

“Do you think he will?” Trish asks looking up at you in surprise.

“I don’t know,” you tell her sorting your money into bill order, “My advise was pretty good.” You offer and your family whoops as the Avengers score another touchdown.

This time when the phone rings you answer it on speaker.

“Hi, you’re on speaker.”

“Hey Sweetheart, hi everyone.” There’s a choirs of hi’s from your family before he continues, “Nice call on the Hidden ball play.” You smirk over at Danny who rolls his eyes, “What next?”

“What’s next? I can’t keep calling plays Steve.” You say with a laugh.

“Why not?” He asks just before Foggy says,

“Why not?” You sigh softly,

“Okay, um how about a reverse flea flicker?”

“You just love those tricky ones huh.” He teases and you laugh again, “Is everyone there?”

“Yes?”

“So, Cat told me a couple years ago that if I won the Super Bowl you’d all probably let me marry her. Since this will be the third time I’ve won the Super Bowl I’d like ask your permission to marry Cat. Not that I need your permission but I think she’d rather I have it.”

“Steve. What are you doing?” You ask him as your family stares at the phone in your hand,

“Asking your family for permission to marry you.” He says like you’re the silly one for not knowing.

“In the middle of a football game?”

“You’re a hard group to get together sometimes. I figure might as well take advantage of the moment.”

“You, are insane.”

“Only for you Sweetheart.”

“Yes!” Foggy yells, “Uncle Steve is gonna be our real uncle!”

“So does that mean I’ve got permission?” The rest of your family chime in with shouts of yes and you can’t help the disbelieving laugh that passes your lips.

“Alright Sweetheart, you heard ‘em. Don’t worry, I’ll ask you proper when I get home okay?”

“Okay. Go play some football you nut job.”

“She’s so sweet to me.” He says and your family laughs, “Love you Sweetheart.”

“Love you Steve.”

They win the game, it’s not quite the blowout you’d hoped for but you’re never terrified they’re going to lose. You don’t think he’s going to drop down on one knee the moment he gets home but your stomach does flips with the thought,

He’s going to ask you to marry him. And you’re going to say yes.

🏈🏈🏈

This is a series of one shots, the series isn’t posted in order. If you have ideas for Steve and Cat please let me know.

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[my-wayward-son]

I’m not usually one for memories, but timehop caught me on this one. Four years ago, I was babysitting my parents’ cat. I love that cat with all my heart.

The flannel shirt I’m wearing in the photo is the same flannel shirt I was wearing the day I ran away to be with DD (January 2019). It’s also the shirt that matches one of JW’s (Mr. BFF and coworker from where I used to live) favorite ties, and we used to arrange to coordinate, just to be silly.

By October 2018, I’d already had this blog going for over a year. I’d had Starbucks Sunday going for about a year. My big writing project that month was “Are You with me after all,” an Irondad & Spiderson story delving into the personal and the political as the media swelled with the Me Too movement.

The following month, I experienced my first status migraine, yet I put every spare minute into writing, completing both the Novemeto challenge and NaNo, with 30 one-shots, a 70k word book, and a 90k total.

That is not bragging. That is not me begging for sympathy. That was me, four years ago, being a stupid twenty-five-year-old, experiencing the onset of fairly severe Bipolar disorder, using lack of situational awareness (blame autism a little, my selfish ass a lot) to my advantage, and caring only about my statics.

Riding mania is not equal to more productivity.

Riding depression is not equal to resting.

Abusing (OTC) drugs does not put the body back into a “regular” schedule. Taking something to sleep, then taking something to wake up, then living on protein powder and instant coffee because food is a waste of time… it’s not sustainable.

Sometimes crutches are needed. The same with time-outs. Float for a while and let the anxious fizzle out somewhere else in the brain, somewhere under the soft lights and music.

Same with activity. DD is immensely strong, and she has actually carried me outside to sit on the back porch. I like to test the weather report. Look at the app. Then I go to the nearest window to see if it’s right. My kid likes to help. But it’s good just to move. To make a thought that’s unrelated to you. Geez, the sun is bright. Shit, it’s raining again…

Now, I’m not telling anyone what to do. I don’t know how to manage or cure any mental illness. I can just pass on descriptions of what happened to me at my lowest points, and explain what went wrong. It’s like… a police investigation, sort of. Now that I have proper medication and a support system and doctors who look after me, we can look back on my behavior and thoughts and what I was doing four years ago so we know how I derailed and how to prevent it from happening again.

I’m not fixed. Not cured. That’s impossible, unfortunately. It’s hard to manage constantly fluctuating mental health with a migraine condition and metabolic and gastric issues as well. Sometimes it’s hard to tell them all apart and treat the correct problem. I’m so lucky to have DD and our children and our roommates for their consistent love and care. Nothing gets easier, but it is better.

Four years ago I was an idiot about to crash and burn, but, the moment I took this photo, I didn’t know that yet. I was just doing whatever I wanted to do, whenever I wanted to do it. Because I thought I thought I could. Drink my parents’ beer and work on Inktober and tap away on my computer and hang out with the world’s loveliest orange tabby.

Take the chances when you can. Do what you want. But learn, too. I would say listen to your body, but reality is that we also have to learn to care for bodies that don’t speak up. Take care of your loved ones. Let them show you how to take care of you.

My parents’ cat gets wet food in the morning and evening, and his dry kibble and water bowl are filled as needed. Scoop the litter box daily. Let him sleep in the bed with you.

Caring for people is not that simple. But learning the basics is a good, solid start.

#laur talks #mental health tw #med complex #cats #bipolar #autism #crash and burn

[kristenbrady]

Tired of dealing with people? Make pets your clients!

Do you have a love for animals? There are many different businesses to start that allow you to work around cats, dogs, and a variety of other pets.

You probably know the basics — dog grooming, training services, walking, etc. However, there are more creative pet business ideas. Below I list unique pet-associated businesses you should consider starting.

Organic Pet Treat Maker: Pet owners are increasingly concerning themselves with the ingredients of their pet treats and food. In selling and baking organic pet treats, it’s possible to grab the attention of dog and cat owners concerned with things such as the environment and health.

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4. In-Home Cleaner: You might provide services to pet owning customers who need a hand picking up all of the fur and additional messes their pets leave inside their houses.

6. Pet Toy Maker: The majority of pet owners buy some type of toys for their pets to play with. If you enjoy fabricating or sewing little toy type items, you might sell them as cat or dog toys.

7. Housing/Bed Designer: A few pet owners even buy large pillows, beds, playhouses or additional furniture for their pets to use. Builders or woodworkers, you might create some of those larger items then sell them to pet stores or owners.

I Built a Tiny Fishing Hut Diorama

8. Tank Designer: Not every pet owner has cats or dogs. The ones who have lizards, fish, snakes or likewise pets require tanks. Therefore, if it’s possible to make unique tank designs, there’s a market to sell them.

9. Animal Travel Service Provider: Once people move or travel with their pets, it might be a stressful situation. If you have transportation methods or even just tips to share with animal owners, it’s possible to provide a service helping animal owners transport their furry friends.

11. Collar Designer: Also, you might add colors, designs, or personalized details to leashes or collars then sell them online, events, or at stores.

13. Canine Manicurist: For owners who do not want to go through the trouble of trimming their cats’ or dogs’ nails, they may use a pet manicurist. Some might pay you to paint their dog or cats’ nails.

15. Dog Whisperer: Animal owners dealing with an especially challenging dog might be interested in dog whisperer services. If you have a specialty in dog behavior, you might have the ability to help some of these dogs and owners get to the core of these problems.

16. Feline Toilet Trainer: Feline owners no longer need to handle yucky litter boxes if they do not want to. There are solutions and products available to help folks train their cats to go outdoors or in the bathroom.

How to start a Dog Bakery Business // Episode 1: How to get started

17. Animal Bakery Owner: Whether you create your own pet treats or merely want to source them from additional bakers, opening up a bakery specializing in pet treats and food may be a profitable business.

18. Canine Beer Brewer: Recently, some entrepreneurs brewed a non-alcoholic kind of beer that is safe for canines, to provide them a type of liquid treat. If you like brewing, consider selling canine beer.

19. YouTube Training Specialist: If you do not want to share your expertise or knowledge about pet behavior or training with customers in person, start your own YouTube channel to educate owners about various methods.

21. Customized Animal Portrait Artist: For pet enthusiasts who have artistic talent, it’s possible to provide your services as a customized portrait artist. Customers may send you pics of their pets or let you know about their breed, then it’s possible to paint or draw their pet for a fee.

23. Renter of Unusual Pets: If you have any unusual pets which serve a practical purpose, you might think about renting them out to folks wanting to use their services. For example, a few goat owners rented out their goats to folks with fields in need of manicuring.

24. Animal Sharing Service Operator: Even if you do not own unusual pets, you might rent out your animals or start up a service for folks wanting to share custody of various animals, instead of having one full time.

25. Fur Dying Expert: Folks dye their hair all the time. While it is rarer with animals, there are some folks who enjoy adding various colors to their pets’ fur.

27. Animal Clothing Designer: You might use your creative talent to sew and design clothes for cats, dogs, and additional animals.

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28. Luxury Boarding Operator: Once owners go on vacation, they frequently must find a pet boarder or sitter. However, the ones really into their pets might search for something more specific. Therefore, if you provide some upscale or luxurious details such as spa services, private rooms or real-time streaming, you might cater to this market.

29. At-Home Boarding Provider: Some owners may feel more at-ease leaving their pets in a real house. There’ve even been some sites and additional services which have opened in the past couple of years connecting pet owners with those who’ll care for them in their houses.

31. Sports Competition Organizer for Dogs: Many canine breeds are naturally inclined to jump, run, and perform a variety of other sporting tasks. Therefore, if you like event organizing and physical activity, it’s possible to set up a variety of sporting activities and competitions for dogs in your locality.

33. Creator of Pet Pillows: Among the different handmade items it’s possible to sell to owners are custom-made pillows. There is an abundance of various ways to add an animal’s image to a pillow, and sell them to owners at events or online.

34. Tee-Shirt Designer: You might add pet images or photos to tee-shirts or a variety of other clothes.

36. Pet Restaurateur: Pet restaurants, similar to food trucks and bakeries, have taken off in the last couple of years. You may provide numerous food items for pups to enjoy there.

37. Homemade Food Creator: You might create your own cat or dog food then sell it to local restaurants, pet stores, or even on through a website.

HOW TO START A PET SITTING BUSINESS — Start-up essentials

38. Large Pet Sitter: If you have experience handling animals apart from just cats and dogs, you might provide your services to those who have larger animals. Especially in rural regions, you may locate enough folks who own goats, horses, and a variety of other animals needing occasional care.

41. Pet Treat Subscription Provider: One other method of selling treats and other goods is by starting up a subscription box. It’s possible to charge owners a month-to-month fee then send them out a box every month that has a variety of pet items.

42. Pet Massage Therapist: Massages have been proven to benefit dogs, cats, and a variety of other pets. With a little training, you might provide your services as an animal massage therapist.

43. Home Monitoring Professional: If you are great with video equipment and likewise technology, you might have the ability to provide at-home monitoring systems that assist pet owners in tracking their animals while they are home alone.

45. Pet Health Professional: While you must attend vet school to offer health care to animals, you might have the ability to provide some basic tips in terms of exercise and diet.

46. Event Organizer: There also are a lot of various pet associated events you may help plan — dog shows, adoption events, and much more.

47. Pet Spa Operator: There are an abundance of various beauty and health type services to provide for animals. Or you might provide a more all-encompassing spa experience for animals.

48. Brand Manager: Just like it’s possible to build a brand surrounding yourself, you also can build one around your animals. Animals such as Grumpy Cat gained fame on the internet and used this fame to launch drinks, books, and other products.

Opening A Cat Cafe — The Basics

49. Pet Friendly Café or Store Owner: If you already have a business or have one in mind that is not specifically associated with animals, you might have the ability to just make the business pet friendly. Permit your customers or employees to bring their pets in and you will get to enjoy being around them without selling something specifically for them.

50. Animal Business Marketer: With so many various pet associated business ideas available, some may need marketing services especially to match their niche. If you have marketing experience, it might be an industry worth considering.

[michelle-0]

DANCE INTO THE FUTURE WITH THE ULTIMATE INTERACTIVE EXPERIENCE

Ubisoft is a well-known French video game developer and publisher. They have created popular game franchises such as Assassin’s Creed, Far Cry, and Watch Dogs. Ubisoft’s games are available on a wide range of platforms and have a significant impact in the gaming industry.

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[limestoner]

Back in business. I am so glad too because I had a stomach bug since 27/9 and couldn’t eat anything for days. Then even after my stomach was better I was so weak from fighting the germs abs not eating that I would get tired from just doing a normal thing or two. Mom and Dad left their sweet baby (Daisy) here and filling the litter box with litter wiped me out and I had to lie on the floor bed for many minutes.

Cat tax

Daisy is a sweet soul. Asking “Mwow?” every once in awhile to make sure that this is the reality she’s in now. She hasn’t been away from home with M & D since she was adopted, so trying to make her feel welcome with lots of loves and laser time.

Rowan seems to be trying to welcome her, but alas, she rebuffs him. He will not leave his rug to go onto the slippy wood. He sees her approach, and bounds across the rug with joyful aerial stunt work to greet her… only for her to book it up the stairs to get away. He tries to play it cool because if she sees him coming, she can’t get away fast enough.

Watching from his secret base. He is the Void. Darth Voider. Which is a good name for him because sometimes he drops some cannonballs while doing his acrobatics.

During the past few days I had not too many thoughts to excess. still felt like myself but like myself that was a ball of germs. I thought some blue dream might put me in the mood to eat, but I was so afraid of throwing up again that I didn’t want to eat but that made my stomach acidy and throw up so I didn’t feel like edibles or goo. But now completed pizza pocket challenge last night and all is right with the world.

I think I was also nervous. Mom and Dad flying to Ireland. Now they are safe at the Guinness Holy Site, a class 2 relic. Mom is worried about staying up late because they usually go to bed around half 10 but because of when they got up they have been awake now for a really long time. They probably still got up at like 6am that day because that’s how they roll. 🕶️ Dad just wanted to make sure he’d be able to stay awake for beer. Pint. And another one.

Sidebar for modern names:

Acidy sounds like a name someone might give their kid. If anyone does that, I apologize in advance. However, I think being named after Acid is pretty metal. In that the acid melts through the pretty metal.

#hemp #I’m back #with #green crack #Ireland #names #cat #bunny #unrequited pining

[tommyye]

Your intellectually challenged questions addressed (as brilliant and anonymous as they supposedly are)

Breaking this into sections.

The 'assault' at the concert was me splashing a quarter a can of beer. It soaked her her hoodie pocket, and I even got kicked out of the venue for that. Not let back in as bystanders watched, and subsequently was humuliated by friends for rest of the night.

So correct, It wasn't an accident, and if I can press charges on myself I would. Do understand, however, by no justification but it's that I've just been so humiliated over the week (due of an allegation involving some name of some redhead I never fucking even know but talked to once for three seconds at a shitty fucking house party a month or two back). So maybe J never deserved any of this, I know.

But 'assault' here is that I had a bleeding nose, a punctured tire, and many of my electronics smashed. (I have pictures but god forbid I am not gonna post them here)

In love, all unequal could become equal I guess, but honestly. I do feel guilty though. I really do. If I can covet those charges instead, I would too.

This situation is extremely complicated and it's awkward as fuck to explain but since cat's out of the box I will address this. I felt stripped of my self worth for time and simply just wanted to vanish from everyone forever and be done with everybody for good. I bought a one way ticket for a missed flight from YYZ to HCMC (I can provide this ticket evidence for anyone who wants to see this). I never BRAGGED about this to anyone. Anyone who thinks I kiss and tell can fucking bite me. At that time I thought I was just leaving everybody for good because I've been so worn out and defeated, and just thought I could confide in a person who I thought was one of my best bro's for so long. So much for that. Never in my life I'd ever wanna hurt her, and certainly doing that will hurt her. I could even delve down into a deeper rabbit hole as to what may motivate a male friend to speak to her the way he does, but for now I won't even go there.

Does it make what happened right, no. But I was tweaked out and not myself for the past two/three months. It's been a wake-up call, a huge stepping stone and deep learning curve.

I'm sorry. But at end of the day that love isn't reserved for anyone else but y__.

I am mostly troubled by this last piece. No, I did NOT call to report her, that's fucked up. But there was a passerby, a female in a vehicle did this, because somehow she saw the beating, along with neighbours outside their houses that witnessed all of this. If you don't take my words for this, then I'm hoping eventual disclosure document will reveal all of this.

As for what the report had in it which was 'messed up that I said those things', I wanna know what exactly was in those reports because I haven't seen the report. But if it's about the usage of drugs, I can explain this one easily: at the time, they were simply asking me quick Yes/No/Choice types of questions. Like "do they have illnesses" and "do they use alcohol or drugs"? The questions ran through really quickly, and I didn't know what to say at that point... As I recall, I was just like 'yes we share & bump certain shit together'. I never explicitly went out of my way to suggest maybe she was under the influence of intoxicants when she did what she did, or use that fact against her to warrant an arrest (given that I'm around that shit more than she is!) Please understand this point. It was hard for me say the right things at the spur of the moment. Again, I was dazed out, confused, and I felt like maybe cops knew everything about me anyways, so why fucking lie. Again, a month before this very incident, I was arrested/apprehended on the same block with copious amount of shit in my pocket and they just discharged me from the hospital with it all given back to me. I would have never thought they woulda went this far with her. You say the wrong things that pisses them off or incriminates you, they'll arrest you. You talk to them the right way, you may get away with quite a lotta shit. But honestly, in lieu of what happened with this particular situation, it was really hard to draw a balance of how to most correctly answer their questions at that time. There was a lot of emotions from my end. I do wish I could have handled it all better.

But truth be told, given how it all turned out, obviously I did NOT know what I was doing. What was I trying to do? Get my partner put in fucking jail? If you really think this way though, then I encourage you to please come through, and have an actual word with me.

[lifeonhardmode]

day 45

I’m torn about girl scout cookies. My goal for this 100 was a sort of lax WFPB: free food/going out for a date etc is an exception, still vegan obviously but WFPB not required; once a month beer, once a month taco truck, protein powder and ketchup. Everything else WFPB. But it’s girl scout cookie time and my boss’s kid is selling cookies, and they actually have vegan cookies this year! WTF! I was a girl scout for 13 years and they never had vegan cookies, so I had to sell cookies that I could never eat. But they have vegan cookies now!!

Options: 

skip it because I don’t need cookies; if I really wanted cookies I could make them healthier and cheaper. 

buy it to support the kid and the company’s decision to offer vegan cookies; and wait 2 months to eat it.

skip it because I don’t have extra cash for overpriced cookies, I am a low income person and I need to spend like it.

buy it because the kid can’t help what time of year is cookie season; they don’t know I’m arbitrarily doing a 100 day challenge right now -- and just eat the cookies, they’ll taste better now than after sitting in my kitchen for 2 months

ANYWAY. I’ll probably just buy them. I’m extra stressed right now because someone is coming to inspect my job2 progress a lot sooner than I will be ready for. I reeeeeeeeeally hope my work with the helper goes well and we realize that together we can knock it out of the park and finish this thing.

This weekend’s plan went rather quickly from all open, pure job2 focus -->to--> friends asking to do stuff, helpers I need to prepare jobs for. I don’t feel that tired right now but I’ve been undersleeping this week for sure. Tonight my only plan is to wash a bucket or two.

TOMORROW:

Sleep in as late as I need to. Go for a run. Then work hard moving stuff from the garage and organizing until 2pm. At 2, visit a friend (maybe go to the mountain?), and maybe that night I might visit another friend and watch a movie and try to give him art stuff. Go home, clean cat boxes, feed cats, spend the night at home.

SUNDAY

Do yoga. Go back to side job. Try to figure out what helper #1 can do before he gets here that afternoon. Try to get plenty of sleep that night so I can work hard on Monday.

MONDAY

Work with helper #2 all day. I want to put a lot of energy into it and hopefully we will get a lot done. Then go to the gym and sleep at home to get ready for 4 days at the office starting Tuesday.

Ugh I’m already so stressed and busy and here I go planning more things to  be busier and to be stressed about. I just have to remember.... this is all for a purpose. It’s somehow both a sprint and a marathon. A marathon at sprint levels.

[mr-smith-stories]

Leo and Ritchie’s Best Moments: Part Three: Mr. Smith 11- 13

From Mr. Smith #11: The Movies:

You Can Be Gay And Rich:

As Mr. Smith and his friends walked through the theater, there was a jump scare and Mr. Smith yelled, “Oh no! Run away, don’t let the scary ghost get you!” Everyone in the front row where Mr. Smith and his friends were to be sitting whipped their heads around. Mr. Smith gasped. “Oh no! It’s YOU! The gay geniuses! Again! What are YOU doing at MY movie theater?!”

Leo sighed. “We just came to see a movie.”

Mr. Smith saw they were holding hands. “You two are awfully close friends! Why do you hold hands while watching a movie?”

Ritchie rolled his eyes. “We’re dating you idiot.”

Leo added, “We’ve been through this before.”

Mr. Smith gasped. “YOU’RE GAY! Two boys CAN’T date! Right, Kitty?” Mr. Smith turned to his best friend.

Kitty looked Leo and Ritchie up and down. “You’re wearing very expensive clothes. Can you be gay AND rich? Is that legal?”

“You can be gay and rich, dipshit,” Ritchie said.

“No you can’t!” Yelled Kitty. “It’s NOT FAIR! I should be rich! I I’m HOMELESS!”

Kitty Is Even Dumber Than Mr. Smith:

“You don’t even know us. How can you judge us?” Asked Leo.

“Mr. Smith told me all about you, Leo and… and… and…” Kitty paused, unsure of himself.

“Are you ok?” Asked Ritchie.

“No, I’m Kitty.” Said Kitty.

“He’s asking you if you need help,” Said Leo.

“You think you’re so smart because you’re richer than me,” Said Kitty. “I could be rich if I wanted to. I could be a rich entrepeneur, and you’d have no idea!”

“You have beer stains all over your shirt, if you were a rich entrepreneur you’d pay someone to wash it.” Said Leo.

“I don’t believe in hiring a maid, I believe in hard work as part of the American dream,” Said Kitty.

“Is that why you live in a cardboard box?” Asked Ritchie.

“I pay rent to live in that box- twenty dollars a month!” Kitty yelled.

“Why don’t you wash your shirt yourself?” Leo asked.

“I don’t know how to turn on the washing machine,” Said Kitty. “And water scares me, because of my name.”

“Oh my God, you’re a moron. I bet you flunked out of school,” Said Leo.

“I made it out of Kindergarten, then I joined the puppy farm Elementary School equivalency program where I later met Mr. Smith,” Said Kitty. “I made it to college, where my GPA was incredible, top of my class.”

“It was lower than mine. I had a 1.1 GPA and yours was -4,” Said Mr. Smith.

“The professors didn’t like that I kept doodling pictures of myself as a cat at the puppy farm on all of my tests, and the answers were wrong already, so I kept getting negative scores in all my classes.” Kitty explained.

“Oh my God,” Said Leo.

“You’re even more stupid than Mr. Smith!” Ritchie exclaimed.

From Mr. Smith #12: Sociology Test

Or What?:

“We’ll take this test and prove we’re smarter,” Said Philip.

“Good idea,” Said Mr. Smith. “I never noticed you were so handsome before.”

“You are too. But no homo, right?” Asked Philip.

“Yeah,” Said Mr. Smith, and they gazed into each other’s eyes again.

“Once again, you’re gay for each other,” Said Ritchie.

“No I’m not!” Yelled Philip. “STOP SAYING THAT! Or… or… or…”

“Or what?” Ritchie challenged him.

“I don’t know. I’ll get back to you on that,” Philip said, looking bewildered.

“Sometimes I don’t know what I’m going to say too, even though I already started speaking,” Said Amy.

“Me too! I have to write down everything I say on notecards or I might forget,” Said Susan.

“No way!” Amy exclaimed. They high fived each other.

Leo Stands Up For His Transgender Friend:

Bob raised his hand.

“There are no questions during a test!” The professor snapped.

“How can we know any of the answers to this test? There’s no proof any of this is true!” Bob said.

“I only understand social inequality, because I live in a carboard box, and cats don’t have the same rights as humans.” Kitty said. “And why is transgender on this test? It’s not real.”

“I’m transgender,” Said Alex. “I’m real.”

“But how do you KNOW you’re real? You have no proof,” Said Bob.

“I think you’re delusional. I’m a cat and we have a sixth sense, so I know these things. It’s my kitty sense.” Kitty explained.

“You think you’re a cat, so YOU’RE delusional. Don’t insult my friend because you’re a moron who thinks he’s a cat!” Leo snapped.

From Mr. Smith #13: Psychology Presentation

Christopher Columbus:

Mr. Smith waited outside his class with his friends, early probably for the first time in his life. Three students approached the class. Mr. Smith gasped. “Look!” He shouted to Philip. “It’s the GAY GENIUSES! And that other person! Help! Don’t let them see me!” He cowered behind Philip.

Philip did a double take. “Leo and Ritchie? Oh shit! You hide me!” Philip ran behind Mr. Smith. They spent several moments running behind each other, until finally Alex, Leo and Ritchie reached the classroom.

“What are you idiots doing?!” Asked Ritchie.

Mr. Smith pulled his hat over his eyes. “Help! He’s smarter than me!”

Leo rolled his eyes. “You’re a total moron. Please get out of the way, you’re blocking the door.”

Mr. Smith planted his feet firmly in the ground. “No! I refuse to be condescended to by someone smarter than me!”

The professor approached the door. “Mr. Smith, you’re blocking the entrance,”

“I’m not Mr. Smith, I’m Christopher Columbus.” Mr. Smith said, his hat covering his face.

“Christopher Columbus is dead,” Said Leo.

“I’m not dead, I’m immoral,” Said Mr. Smith.

“I think you mean immortal,” Said Leo.

“I don’t know what that is,” Mr. Smith scratched his head in bewilderment, lowering his hat.

“If you’re Christopher Columbus, why do you look exactly like Mr. Smith?” Asked Alex.

“I got rhinocerous- plasty,” Said Mr. Smith. “To look exactly like Mr. Smith, my best friend.”

“I think you mean rhinoplasty, and that is just a nose job.” Leo said.

“What is a nose?” Asked Mr. Smith.

The Jupitan Kitty Cat Conspiracy:

They all entered the classroom, and Mr. Smith and his seven friends all went to the front of the room to begin their presentation. Frankie began, “Our presentation is on the government conspiracy of mental illness and mental health.”

Leo raised his hand.

“Yes, devil spawn?” Mr. Smith asked.

“Mental health is NOT a conspiracy! Mental illness is a legitimate issue in modern day society.” Leo said.

“What does modern mean?” Asked Mr. Smith.

“Mr. Smith, please continue your presentation.”

“Mental illness was invented by the government to press the poor. That way the government can increase social inequality and conquer Jupiter,” Bob explained.

“Don’t you mean ‘oppress’?” Asked Ritchie. Mr. Smith shushed him.

“Jupiter is a gaseous planet. How could it be conquered? It can’t support life,” Alex said.

“They don’t have gasoline on Jupiter, they only use solar powered cars,” Said Philip.

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[wise-emperor]

"work smarter...not harder"

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[tteokdoroki]

dick destroyer december | i. midoriya

♡ pairing: izuku midoriya x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.2K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: college!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: with no nut november over,  finals complete and christmas right around the corner, your number one boy returns to you with only one thing on his mind.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to twenties ), drinking, mentions of alcohol, mentions of poly!kiribaku, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it y’all ) wall sex, fingering ( female recieving ), light!pet play, spitting, cum play, mentions of sex toys, exhibitionism, oral sex ( male + female recieving ),  light!praise, heavy!breeding kink.

♡ author’s note(s):  merry christmas everyone! i hope despite the circumstances that you’re all able to enjoy the holidays and are staying safe, if you’re not celebrating i wish you a wonderful day as well!! anyways here’s a little festive fic to satisfy you guys and tysm for 2K+ followers <33 find the corresponding kiribaku fic here!

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ever since you’d started college, your roomate, katsuki had always said that november was his favourite month of the year; it took you a while to figure out why.

having known the blonde since you were a child, you were aware that he despised the cold weather that nipped at his nose and made his quirk slow down. he hated wearing extra sweaters and begrudgingly asking your mother to make him some hot chocolate whenever he came over to play; in fact he hated asking you for it now as adults in your early twenties but as his good college roommate from freshmen year, you made sure he always had a mug waiting. nonetheless,  katsuki’s sudden love for the winter months  and festive weeks following honestly confused you to your wits end— especially with the impending doom of finals sneaking up on you.

however, you quickly found out the reason behind your best friend’s change in attitude towards the month of november, six months into your freshman year relationship with  izuku midoriya.

“no nut november,” katsuki had purred into the neck of his beer bottle, rolling the cool glass against his bottom lip as he laughed at you from across the room. you had recalled the conversation to have occurred exactly half way through october, before the aforementioned month, you and your roommate had decided to host a small gathering with your classmates— purely fulled by thirty boxes of pepperoni pizza and beer, only two of the boxes had been vegetarian for your friends mina ashido and denki kaminari ( he was challenged by mina to go green for an entire month. “that’s why i love this month s’fuckin’ much.” 

bakugou ended his sentence with a swig of his beer, setting the now empty bottle onto the coffee table that had been a house warming gift from his own mom. the sound causes todoroki and sero to jump from their place playing cards against humanity with your girl friend momo on the floor, and kirishima ( bakugou’s crush at the time, who’s drunk and passed out in the blonde’s lap ) to flinch awake. katuski pets his red hair once, making kirishima blink up at him affectionally.

your boyfriend, izuku, fidgets under the intimating stare of your roomie and you can tell he’s fighting the blush that spreads rapidly across his freckled cheeks.  “n-no nut november?” your baby squeaks out, large palm settling on your lower waist as you shuffle to get comfortable in his lap. it’s clear he hasn’t taken part before, so you know exactly what your best friend is doing. trying to tease him in front of all your friends and pull him into something that you’re going to hate. nonetheless, deku downs the rest of his own alcoholic drink as bakugou prepares a response— the rest of your friendship group now pulled into the conversation.

“katsuki bakugou, don’t be mean.” you scold with a bite into your grease laced pizza and offer up the rest to izuku, who politely passes. you pout.

“‘m not, just sayin’— that damn month will be the only time of the year that i don’t get to hear you and the goddamn nerd fuckin’ like rabbits all the time.”

this time, its you who fights an embarrassed look on your face while your green haired lover simply swipes todoroki’s shot from the coffee table and swallows it all at once. the dual haired boy only groans before rising to get another from the kitchen and the rest of your friends hide their giggles in their own drinks, cards and half eaten pizza slices. “you…you can hear us?”  you squeal incredulously, causing your friends to snort out loud again. izuku still says nothing.

“baby, we damn near almost see you whenever we drop by!” kirishima mumbles with sleep curling in his tone, he stretches like a cat on bakugou’s lap and grins at you— sharpened teeth dazzling under the LED lights in your living room. they flicker to a deep green, but you barely notice it.

abandoning your pizza as a whole, you huff and push up the sleeves of izuku’s hoodie that you wear— just about ready to pummel your best friend into the ground for having people over while you…ahem…get some, but shoto returns from the kitchen quicker than you anticipate and cuts right through the chatter with ease, giving you little time to feel flustered by the sudden turn in conversation. “you guys are more sexually active than my parents and they had four kids, messed up with raising us from touya, though,” he says in his iconic monotonous voice, causing you to splutter and katsuki to kick his feet out in victory. “seriously, i doubt midoriya would be able to beat any of us at this no nut  november thing ‘cause of it.”

this time, deku ( as so affectionally nicknamed by your childhood best friend ), pouts, his frustrated voice bleeding into the conversation. “c’mon, don’t you have a little faith in me, shoto?”

“no.” is todoroki’s simple answer. you flinch, did you guys really have sex that often? to the point where no one believed your boyfriend could go a month without getting his dick wet?

“i second that,” kaminari pipes in, picking a mushroom off of his pizza and leaning over to plop it into sero’s mouth.

“third it!” the latter adds.

your roomie takes that and runs with it. “he wouldn’t last a day even if he tried.”

“leave it alone, katsuki.” you find the courage to defend yourself through your flustered state without realising the buzz of beer and vodka shooting through zuku’s veins.

it takes quite a bit to get your boyfriend drunk, he was a big boy after all and played for your college football team but once the drink was through his system he often broke out of his shy demeanour and into one of confidence and challenging your beloved best friend. izuku’s grip on your waist tightens as he leans forward to point accusingly at the blonde before speaking. “wanna fucking bet on it, kacchan?” he says with sparkling emerald eyes and a honeyed voice that makes you twitch in place in his lap. of course you would get horny right in the middle of your two best boys having a drunk argument.

“what’chu say nerd?” bakugou slurs, pushing poor kirishima off of his lap and to the floor in order to stand up and cross the room towards your boyfriend, pointing a finger in his face.

izuku pushes the digit away, smirking up at the blonde drunkenly and everyone’s gaze in the room suddenly falls on them. “i bet that i can last longer in no nut november than you.”

you whimper from your lover’s lap, knowing that as soon as everyone clears out you’re going to pounce on him before this stupid bet takes place. this doesn’t go unnoticed by the girls, momo and mina, who tease you for having such a high libido but you don’t think they’ll understand how much you’re going to suffer without your broccoli haired boyfriend’s dick every other night. 

you love izuku and katsuki, you really do— but its times like this, for the sake of your sex drive and love life, that you really wish they’d got along more. maybe it was their little battle for your affection that caused the rift between the two, after all katsuki had been the only boy in your life up until college and izuku, you were pretty sure was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with…either way, their rivalry was getting in your way and was about to be a major cockblock for the next thirty days. “hold up you guys, don’t i get a say in this?” your voice comes out in a slight whine as you tug on midoriya’s fitted shirt, but he’s too busy having a stare off with your roommate to notice. “what about me and my needs?”

“it’s not about’cha, shitty girl.”

“stay out of this, yn.”

you huff, pushing yourself off of your boyfriend izuku’s lap to stand and smack the pair of losers upside their heads before joining your girls on the floor. mina pulls you into a comforting hug, trying to distract your mind from the fact that it’ll be deku dick-less for a month while momo serves you out a set of cards to join her in a game of cards against humanity with the other boys lounging on the floor— kirihsima is invited into the game too. “sounds like i’ll be getting you a dildo as an early christmas present!” ashido comments, swiping her deck off of your hand me down rug before anyone can see them.

momo grins at you while you take your cards and take another shot from poor, unsuspecting shoto. “better make it extra thick, we know he’s got a nice one on him, yn.”

“fuck you guys.”

“gladly, we’re not taking part of no nut november like those two idiots.” the black haired girl hums, shuffling in her seat to start the next round. you roll your eyes and turn your gaze to watch the green and blonde haired boys you adore so much fight over this trivial guys only event.

their cheeks are flushed from all the beer they’ve drunk and they’re leaning on each other for support, but that doesn’t stop them from going at each other. “you couldn’t beat me, even if you tried, shitty deku.” katsuki mumbles, arm around midoriya’s head— forcing the poor boy into bakugou’s large pecs. “haha...shitku…”

“oh try me, bitch.” your boyfriend counters, voice so husky it sends shivers down your spine, although it contrasts deeply with the sight of his adorable cheeks pressed against katsuki’s tits.

they’re too drunk to brawl it out and quite frankly you’re too tired to bother to stop them, mind only wondering how you plan to survive the next thirty days.

three years, three novembers and a few weeks into december later; you’re still wondering how the hell you’ve survived.

ever since that night in your freshman year; izuku, bakugou and the other boys have competed vigorously to last throughout the entirety of no nut november; your boyfriend having won the last three years in a row. katsuki hated it, losing to your izuku but he hated the victory sex you gave him even more. 

you’d think he’d be used to it by now, with everyone in their final year of college but bakugou had manage to luck out this year on not hearing you and midoriya go round after round on november thirtieth. finals had hit you guys hard in terms of wrapping up the semester before christmas; they were important to pass too, considering you’d all be graduating within a few months, so you’d barely seen izuku since november ended and december rolled around.

now, being a couple weeks into the festive month and with finals drawing to a close— you had yet to make plans to see your boyfriend. there was little time between the online classes and preparation from the holidays, yet you could feel yourself growing more sexually frustrated by the second. rubbing one out wasn’t doing it for you anymore and listening katsuki’s bragging about his peaceful nights of sleep while you decorated your apartment with mistletoe and tinsel was really starting to tick you off.

the very decoration slips from between your fingers as bakugou walks in, yanking bits of tape from his fingers from where you had him lining the ceiling rails with gold, green and red tinsel. the blonde had only gone and slammed the door to your living room against the wall, grumbling about the stupid mess of clear tape across his clumsy fingers— the action scaring you half to death before you huff, facing him. “what, katsuki? what could you possibly need right now?”

his vermillion gaze picks up from his smoking palms,  a last resort to getting rid of the tape. “came to tell ya that ‘m headin’ out with kirishima— going to pick up our girlfriend from the airport.” a sweet blush lays loosely against your best friend’s cheeks at his admission, not long after you guys’ drunken night in freshman year, bakugou had confessed to your red headed companion; only to find out he had a girlfriend waiting for him in his hometown. 

kirishima wasn’t a cheater, but he also couldn’t help the flutter in his heart around bakugou— so had the two meet straight away and after a lot of tears and large dramatics, the three settled into a cute little relationship. you’d only met the girl once when she visited both boys for spring break— but you’d loved her and knew how much she made your best friend happy.

you smile nonetheless, picking the mistletoe up from the floor. “tell her i said hi, yeah?” you mention to your friend while he shrugs on a jacket and checks himself in the mirror. katsuki was in love, and it was insanely adorable to see. “do i need to set up the guest bedroom for her ’n kiri?”

“nah, shitty red head kicked out kami, he’s staying with sero and mina while my girl’s up.” katsuki shakes his head, letting you fix the collar of his jacket after you bound over to him. “we’ll be back after lunch to pick up some of my stuff though. so don’t do anything fuckin’ stupid and i’ll see you later, yeah?”

you cross a finger over your heart but the mischievous smile on your face gives you away. “no promises katsu, stay safe out there!”

your smile drops however, as soon as your roommate closes the door behind him, knowing him and kirishima, they’ll probably fuck their girl across all the surfaces in eijirou’s free apartment, which only makes your stomach churn with hot jealously and a hint of arousal. 

selfish of you as it were, you wish your boyfriend hadn’t chosen such an intense subject with so many finals and intense studying— but izuku loved engineering almost as much as he loved you, so its not like you would ask him to give up his passion.

besides, you figured he’d look pretty hot in his mechanics classes—sleeves rolled up to his elbows, scared hands on display while sweat drips down his furrowed brow and—

and fuck me, now you were as horny as a mother fucker.

a familiar ache appears between your thighs while you attempt to busy yourself with the rest of the festive decorations; you hang a wreathe at the door both inside and out, tape the remaining tinsel around counters in your kitchen and finally attempt to fix the christmas tree katsuki insisted wasn’t lopsided ( even though it was ). but no matter how hard you worked om christmas-ing the apartment, you couldn’t shake the fantasy of midoriya railing you against his work bench. it wouldn’t go away.

patting your cheeks to calm your hot flush; you decide that you’re done bedazzling and fix some christmas lights above your doorways to go with your LED ones, and get ready to take a cold shower and hoping that the wetness between your legs will go away. you make a  b-line for the bathroom, not bothering to bring a spare change of clothes since katsuki isn’t home. it’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before.

you’re half way through your commute, wearing nothing but one of zuku’s old shirts when the front door jingles and busts open from the other side of your home. foot steps pound against your hardwood floor, letting you know someone is approaching.

“fucking hell katsuki, stop slamming the door against the wall before you make another—“ your words die in the back of your throat when your sweet little boyfriend comes into view. albeit a bit dishevelled, deku’s green hair falls prettily over his excited eyes while sweat rolls in tiny droplets from his forehead to his chin and his backpack hanging half off of his shoulder…in all honesty he looks a mess, but a good looking one at that. “zuku? what are you doing here?”

your lover looks bewildered, but a smile that fills you with warmth crosses his face. “i ran across campus to see you; i finished my finals…” he pants, the engineering building is pretty far from here so no wonder he looks the way he does.

despite knowing this, you quirk a brow. “still doesn’t answer my question babe.”

“november is over,” izuku sighs, dropping his backpack and crossing the room towards you in three short strides. When he reaches you, scarred hands curl around your waist while soft lips tickle the shell of your ear with deku’s next words. “it’s christmas…don’t make me wait. i want to fuck you.”

you don’t miss the way bight green eyes darken and drag up your hand naked body, your boyfriend’s shirt ending just above your knees and exposing the meat of your thighs to him. the wetness pools between them, making your skin glisten under familiar flashing LED lights and tinsel. izuku is waiting for a. sign...anything for you to give him consent to take his prize between your legs, electricity crackles in the air and you instinctively reach up to curl your fingers in his curls. “fuck me, izuku.” you say breathlessly, unleashing a month and a half’s worth of hormones out onto each other. “fuck me like you mean it, big boy.”

the teasing lilt to your voice earns you a spank to the ass as deku lifts you up into his arms and over his muscular shoulder. you squeal in delight at the harsh sting, leaning down to pat his ass too. he’s got a particularly nice one and you’re sure it was carved by the fucking gods. 

the green haired boy hauls you over to the kitchen counter, setting you down atop it before his lips find yours in passionate and hurried movements. its been so long since you’ve kissed him, felt his muscles ripple under your touch while your hand roams his chest underneath the varsity jacket he wears.

you push the offending material off while izuku trails a hand between your thighs, chuckling into the kiss at the slick that adds a glimmer to your skin. his pink tongue darts out to lick a stripe across your bottom lip, begging for permission to enter your hot mouth. you grant him access, swirling your own pink muscle around is and suck it down. your breath hitches as thick fingers finally come into contact with the burn of your heat, gently prodding at your puffy, sticky clit. “you’re…doll, you’re so fucking wet already. did you miss me?” your boy moans breathlessly in between your sloppy kisses, pulling away to show you the string of your slick that coats his fingers. you nod in agreement.

izuku taps your lips once and you obediently take the digits into your mouth, humming at your sweetness that invades your tongue, all the while, his other wandering hand shoves two digits into your wet cunt with no warning— making you shiver on the counter while the tinsel you’d taped there scratches at your calves. both sets of fingers thrust into your openings at the same time, giving you a friction you so awfully desire.

“such a good girl, dollface— fuck, i f-forgot how good you looked sucking on my fingers like that.” midoriya whines out and you’re not sure which of your holes he’s referring to, but you couldn’t care less, not when those that stuff your tight pussy are curling against the walls in a way that has you leaking sweet nectar all over your marble surfaces. you gush at his praise however, bucking your hips into his hand while the heel of his palm grinds into your swollen clit— sending shockwaves through your body.

the fingers that plug your mouth are pulled out so the darling sounds of your moans mingle with that of your dripping heat, walls clenching around izuku every once on a while. your lover grinds against the table, watching you with close eyes as your face contorts into expressions that he’s missed so dearly. one thrust into your spongy g-spot makes your body jump and thighs close around your boyfriend’s hand— head falling forward against his shoulder. “mnn, zuzu... haven’t felt this good in s’long, gonna cum, gonna mess up your hand.”

to your dismay, deku pulls from your cunt faster than you would have liked and you whine at the empty feeling in your stretched out hole. your heat makes an awful dripping sound when you’re fully empty, and you grunt knowing that its a mess you’ll have to clean up later. 

however, you’re easily distracted by the lips at your collar bones, painting bruises into your sweat licked skin while slick hands paw at your breasts. “cum on my face first, please?” its cute how desperate izuku is, but you can’t say that you aren’t either— especially when you haven’t fucked in so long.

“yes, god yes…” you accept too quickly while your shirt is pulled off completely; for midoriya’s mouth as moved from pressing hot kisses to your neck onto biting at your breast and rolling the hardened nipple of your other with his free hand. “but, wanna suck you off too ‘zuku…”

your boyfriend doesn’t hesitate with his next movements, kicking off his pants and boxers ( in one go, mind you ) before  picking you up once again and sinking to the floor with you in his arms. he makes quick work of flipping you onto your tummy, pulsing cunny shoved so close into his face that you can feel deku’s nose bump your clit when he breathes and then;  your face rests so easily on the swell of his thigh— right next to his hardened cock that you’ve missed so much.

izuku midoriya is a god and you swear by it.

your friend’s were right, he is packing. he’s thick and girthy, tip angry and red as it leaks heavily with a clear precum that has you drooling. “missed your dick, zu,“ you sigh, mostly to yourself and before you know it, your lips enclose around the head of his cock.

the way you suck on it, as if you’ve been starved of your last meal makes izuku shiver with pleasure and his nails dig into your peachy ass. you roll his balls between your fingers, loving the delicious whimpers you manage to lure from between your boy’s lips and the sound makes your pussy spasm around nothing.

a weighted palm moves to the back of your head in order to push you further down on his cock, deku’s own hips bucking up so you swallow more of him down. the taste of him is dangerously addictive, saltiness dancing across your tongue. “suck my dick sweetheart, yeah? suck on it just like that, good girl.” the hot breath from each of his choked laments brushes against your eager cunt, dampening your skin even more. he dives right in, tongue slithering between your puffy folds while he slurps at you with at  insatiable place. 

izuku craves to make you feel nothing but ecstasy, working his pink muscle hard against your walls that clamp down on his tongue while yours runs laps between the dribbling tip of his iron hot length. inhaling sharply, you force yourself to take more of deku down your throat, listening out for the tears that sting in his emerald eyes wen you swallow around him. You hum with sweet victory when his breathing stutters and hips jump up with excitement.

you’re both close, sensitive from the time you’ve spent away from one another, but neither of you can find it in yourselves to care. the room rises with temperature at every step you take towards orgasm, deku taking your cheeks in large, calloused palms and spreading you apart to spit directly into your hole. you swear on your life you’d never known pleasure until you’d met izuku, as no matter how much time you’d been apart, he still knew all the little tips and tricks to get you going. where to hold you, how to touch you, what to say. he was always so focused on making you feel good.

your head bobs up and down with an inconsistent pace, each time, your tongue mapping out the veins on his girth that you’d come to know so well, hand’s fisting at balls and the rest of his cock that you can’t reach.

“i’m gonna…doll—puppy, i’m gonna cream in that mouth of yours… please,” a strangled cry. “i-is that okay?”

you tap his thigh once, your own little signal to let your boyfriend know it’s okay before continuing your work— letting drool pool in your mouth before spewing it onto his cock. deku pulls his tongue from inside of you, flicking it rapidly at your clit to bring you closer and closer to the edge, not wanting to cum without you. and he doesn’t, the cord that’s built up in your stomach finally snapping.

white flashes behind your eyes as you gush all over izuku’s face, drenching his freckled cheeks and painting his innocence with a layer of your honeyed sin. Your lover follows shortly after, filling your mouth to the brim with a heavy load that tastes of him and only him. a taste that you could fall in love with every single day. “baby,”  you giggle after letting go of his cock with a satisfying ‘pop’, heat spreading beneath your skin as you take note of the slight shine to the green haired student’s face. “think you made me squirt!”

“guess i did! you’re always so cute when you squirt for me, yn,” and like the messy boy he is, midoriya wipes his mouth on the back of his hand ( always a poor eater, couldn’t keep his meal in one peace ) before peeking at you from over your quivering and arched back. izuku smiles proudly at his handy-work of your messy cunt, radiating a billion rays of sunshine and your heart clenches in your chest. you hate how cute he looks when you’re in such a lewd and compromising position, like he hadn’t just fucked you dumb under the mistletoe. “should’ve been on my dick ’n not m-my tongue though...”

“i wouldn’t be opposed to another round, if you aren’t.”

“like hell i could say no to being inside you after a whole month of waiting, doll.”

you roll your eyes, but wiggle your hips back into your boyfriend’s face nonetheless. “then dick me down deku, destroy me.”

with your boyfriend’s help, you manage to crawl off of his lap and wait patiently on your knees as he stands. izuku beams down at you, a hundred and one words of love written in his eyes that glow warmly under christmas lights before he pets your head and reaches for your hands to help you stand on shaky legs.

the first kiss you share after this is gentle and sweet, even while your tangled fingers are set free and deku’s large hands are once again on your waist, rubbing small circles into the skin of your hips as he backs you into the nearest wall. you simper at the taste of yourself on his tongue and allow him to hoist you up by the backs of your thighs— locking your ankles at the centre of his back and just above bis bum— all the while keeping you pressed against the wall.

the outline of izuku’s length presses hotly against your weeping slit, his lips still slotted against yours in a slow liplock while his tip smears the remains of his seed across your clit and between your folds. you feel your boyfriend’s arms quiver around you as he slowly begins to sheath himself within your spamming pussy— jolting away from his lips, your mouth falls open in a weak moan and the green eyed boy quickly follows you, copying the movement of your lips as his sweaty forehead meets your own and your gazes align sweetly. “doll…” he mumbles brokenly, letting you adjust to the push of his cock against your walls. “been so long since i felt you like this…”

your fingertips reach out and graze his shoulders, hot breath fanning out between your bodies as izuku’s cock reaches the hilt inside of you. he stills. “move baby, can’t wait anymore— “

izuku midoriya doesn’t need to be told twice when it comes to fucking you; finally making the move to bottom out inside of your pussy. heat blossoms in your heart and your glistening mound as your lover gently rolls his hips against yours and the way he feels reminds you that your mind, body and soul belong to him and him only.

although you are finally together, moving as one against the wall in your shitty college apartment, you crave for izuku to fill you to the brim and reach up to tug at mossy locks in order to bring him impossibly closer.

you don’t dare close your eyes as deku sets the pace, not even as your gaze on him flutters, you want the image of his blushed and blissed out face imprinted to into the back of your mind forever, you want the sounds of struggled whimpers and skin slapping against skin to become the tune of your memories. you want your senses to be filled with him always and forever as make love against tinselled ceiling rails and mistletoe above your heads. all you can think is more, more, more. more of him, more of izuku.

“focus on me, puppy,” izuku reminds you, grinding his pelvis against you every time his hips canter into you. his cock grazes the entrance of your womb, leaking into you like a cocktail of your arousals. but the neediness behind his words makes you blink away the glassiness in your eyes, locking your arms and legs around him tighter and grinding your hips down to meet the drive of his cock into your spongy g-spot. “your cute lil hole’s still so tight, nice ’n moulded into the shape of my cock— made to take me, right?” your boy babbles, tripping over his sentences through the saliva on his tongue.

the feeling has you stirring against your boyfriend’s length, his now rapid pace sending your teary eyes rolling and you mewling. “made for you ’n only you ‘zu, please don’ stop…” is all you can say, mind breaking as midoriya’s hands drop between your joined bodies to draw lazy shapes into your puffy nub, the movements silky due to the mild mix of juices coating your sexes.

each thrust from your lover sends you a little bit up the wall, head of his cock catching tastefully along the ridges of your velvety walls— the way your pussy feels inside drives izuku to the brink of insanity, you’ve always been able to take him so well and he missed the way your cute face curled into expressions of desire all for him. you’re so pretty, so intoxicating and he’s so happy to have you back in his arms.

“s-such a good girl for me, yn…fucking hell puppy,” izuku punctuates each of his toe curling thrusts with stuttered cries of your name, angling his hips upwards to hit your g-spot over and over. everything feels so sloppy, tainted with signs of your love but as the knot in your stomach begins to unravel, you couldn’t care less. “gonna make you mine, gonna fill you up and make you my fucking puppy.”

“’m already yours, always will be zuku,” you manage to speak, clenching down on him and letting out an almost pornographic moan as deku drills into you with the last of his strength.

he nods against your foreheads that remain pressed together, staring at you with adoration written across his seafood eyes. “love you, doll…love you s’much, you did so well baby…cum for me now…” izuku mumbles out, hissing slightly as your grip on his hair tightens to yank him down for one final searing kiss.

tears of heavenly pleasure roll down your cheeks as he swallows your final moan, his words pushing you right over the edge and into an earth shattering orgasm. “c-cumming!” you squeal so loud that you’re sure the neighbours can hear, while you lose control and pulse around midoriya’s scalding cock. the world of colour flashes behind your eyes— release splattering out against your boyfriend’s pelvis and the floor. “mnnn, izuku! i love you, please…”

you’re begging now, your sloppy pussy coaxing him along to his own release while deku relentlessly fucks into you. his chest rumbles with every one of his whimpers and groans, cock pushing you into overstimulation while he snaps his hips into you.

“ohh i love you…gonna cum, gonna cum— fuck, puppy—!” he sobs pathetically, dropping his head to your neck as his teeth clamp down on your bare skin to silence himsel. your tired body is forced up the wall while izuku tumbles into his own orgasm, sweltering seed splashing up inside your abused cunt. he slows to a grind, creaming inside you and painting your insides white as snow— panting with you until your breathing calms down.

the pair of you sink to the floor again, still in one another’s embrace as exhaustion sweeps over your limbs. before you know it, izuku is giggling sweetly against your lips, pressing grateful kisses along your neck and jaw while you fiddle with his baby hairs on the nape of his neck— still trying to catch your breath.

“t-that,” he sighs, nothing but love and adoration cushioning his gaze on you as you settle in his lap. you squirm at feeling so full, his cum dripping out of your fluttering hole but find yourself getting comfortable soon after. “that was so good, i missed you, yn, really.”

you cup the boy’s freckled cheeks and hum, heart swelling at his slight confession. “i missed you more zuku, all of you, not just your dick.” you clarify your words, making light of the mess you’ve made.

izuku rolls his eyes but leans into your gentle touch nonetheless, faking a pout in order to get a kiss on the lips. “glad to know that my girlfriend still loves me, even when she’s been deprived of my godly cock for a month and a half.”

“i’ll always love you.” you say, leaning in to give him a slight peck on the lips.

“as will i.”

you both tilt your heads to complete the vow with a simple kiss when a cough cuts through the love filled atmosphere, making you and izuku jump right out of your skin. Immediately, your gaze scopes out the room, only to land on your child hood best friend— accompanied by both his girlfriend and boyfriend. fuck, you completely forgot about that.

“are you two done now?” katsuki drawls, still tucked into his winter jacket, while krishima covers his girlfriend’s eyes with a free hand, the other occupied by her luggage from her flight. she still offers you an awkward smile and a wave.

“k-kacchan! haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” deku squeaks, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into his chest and at least protect some of your decency. it’s nothing bakugou nor kirishima haven’t sen before ( it’s not the first time you’ve been caught like this ) but you allow yourself to fall into izuku’s protective embrace anyways— heated embarrassment prickling underneath your skin.

your blonde roommate, however, is livid— staring you down with bloody eyes that speak tales of murder. “knock? knock? i fucking live here, you shitty nerd!” bakugou scolds, making you flinch and offer him a weak smile. eijirou by now has the decency to escort his girlfriend into his other partner’s room to gather some of his belongings, effectively leaving you and your boyfriend to face the wrath of your favourite angry pomeranian. the blonde turns to you. “and i thought i told you not to do anythin’ fuckin’ stupid while i was gone?”

“don’t yell at me! i didn’t know izuku was coming… literally and figuratively!” both boys groan at this, making you scowl. what? it was a good joke! “besides, i was just congratulating my boyfriend for winning no nut november, again. you should be used to it by now, suki.”

katuski looks between you both, annoyance sweeping his face before he pinches the bridge of his nose and huffs. “couldn’t you congratulate him somewhere else? somewhere, where i didn’t have to be blinded and traumatised for the rest of my shitty life.”

this time, it’s your boyfriend who speaks up, standing with you in his arms. deku smirks evilly, pointing to the little green plant above your heads. “no can do kacchan, it’s dick destroyer december and there was no better way to start it, than under the mistletoe.”

izuku turns swiftly on his heel and makes a dash towards your bedroom before your best friend can threaten to blow you up, presumably to fuck you in your bed for this next round.

“fuck you guys!” he curses you out, watching you go.

“we’re already on it, have a great christmas, katsuki!” you sing back, just a deku slams your door shut and drops you onto your bed—  already crawling on top of you.

you’d have to thank katsuki someday for challenging izuku back in freshman year, because without his newfound love for november— you wouldn’t have discovered your guilty pleasure for dick destroyer december.

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