#hug 83/100

[kaijukebox]

Oscar is infiltrating the sketch page, they are both scruffy in my heart and mind 🫡

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No refs today!

But have some context under the cut!

#i hope this finds the malevolent people because I’ve been MIA in the fandom 😅 #but also I hope it doesn’t cause all these hugs rn are a MESS while I try to catch up! #Oscar is my new emotional support animal except he’s causing me massive amounts of emotional distress over his well-being #let’s call this the ‘Oscar survives whatever traumas Harlan is about to put him through and Arthur and John get to keep him around’ AU #amen 🙏 #malevolent #malevolent podcast #oscar malevolent #john doe malevolent #arthur lester #ft a matcha latte #100hugs2023 #hug 82/100 #hug 83/100

[seraphicsentences]

pleaseee could you write an abby anderson x weather girl reader where they’re at the WLF base and abby catches reader staring at her hehehe

IM SORRY FOR TAKING 100 YEARS TO WRITE THIS AND THEN DELIVERING THIS MID ASS PIECE. i do hope you enjoy though i love you babe 😚😚

tags: abby anderson x reader, abby anderson x weather girl, EXHIBITIONISM, cunnilingus (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), kinda mean abby anderson? idk man, the whole WLF base is probably a lil traumatized

AN: thank you to @insanermin and @f3mme-f4tale for reviewing this for me i’m endlessly grateful for the two of you bless your beautiful souls. credits to my favorite girl for helping me come up with what to write for this request. i love youuuu

it was the crack of dawn, sun just barely peeking its way over the tops of WLF’s buildings, yet the heat was unbearable.

“83 fucking degrees Fahrenheit, jesus christ,” you muttered to yourself, checking the stationed thermometers posted around the perimeter.

the base was, for the most part, quiet. only few unlucky individuals working mindlessly at their respective morning assignments.

you strolled down your usual path, squinting at the streams of sunlight cast on the side of your face, dancing into your vision.

“hey weather girl,” a voice called from behind.

abby anderson. as if you even needed to turn around to recognize her unmistakable, raspy, teasing tone.

you whipped around, watching intently as abby bent out from under a stock-filled tent, arms filled.

“need some help?” you joked, stifling a giggle that arose when abby dipped abruptly to catch a bag of bait between her teeth.

what you wouldn’t give to be that bag of bait, you bit your lip, eyes trained on abby’s busy mouth.

hmphmpsh abby sarcastically laughed against the plastic, snapping you out of your dirty-minded haze and sending a flush across the back of your neck.

you meet her examining eyes, breath hitching as she squints slightly, a smirk etched into her gaze. embarrassed at the thought of her catching you, you open your mouth in attempt to sway the conversation— but she beats you to it, breaking the stare-down a beat later, spitting the bag out into a small pile on the wood deck.

god, you would let her spit bait into your mouth if she wanted.

“so what’re we at today? it’s gotta be at least 90 out,” abby wipes at her forehead, making small talk as she organizes the rest of the stock.

“try 83. though i wouldn’t be surprised if we do reach 90 once the sun is fully risen,” you reply, raising a hand to block some of pesky rays ruining your god-sent view.

“no fucking waaaay!” abby drags out, astounded. “we are definitely at 90 by now, do you see me? im drenched!”

so am i, you think to yourself.

“trust the expert. your body temperature’s just extra high from physical exertion. whoever put you on for outdoor stock at this hour has it out for you,” you comment, eyes dragging as abby lifts the bottom of her tank to wipe her face, revealing a rather impressive display of rock-solid abdominals.

you catch her gaze, this time her having an eyebrow raised, and immediately look away, the flush on your neck spreading to the tips of your ears. as hard as you tried not to stare, abby wasn’t doing much to help, especially not while decked out in a translucent white tank, black bra beneath a stark contrast, begging for your attention.

abby’s dark green cargos hugged her thighs deliciously, highlighting her thick, defined quads as she shifted about.

lifting a large sealed box of who knows what from one end of the deck to the other, she grunted under the weight, leaving your mind to wander yet again to a different sort of situation where you might find yourself blessed enough to hear that pretty sound.

“yeah, whatever- i’ll tru-trust the expert,” she breathes out, voice strained. strands of her blonde— almost golden in the sun— hair stuck to her face with sweat, which glistened perfectly on her skin, making abby look almost angelic as she crossed into the sun’s direct heat.

“yeah,” you exhaled, at a loss for words under the confines of her entrancing beauty. you stood there a second longer, before suddenly snapping out of your daze, clearing your throat. “i’m, uh, gonna head to the station, i think,” you stuttered, despite your usual propensity for word flow heard throughout the WLF base every morning.

“desperate to get rid of me?” abby faux gasps.

you sputtered at her accusation, “no-no, i-“

“shhhh-shhh, i know honey, i know,” she cuts you off, bitable lips curling up into a half-smirk.

traitorous feet already walking their way towards the radio station, you desperately try to recover from your embarrassment, tripping over your words, “i-you, uh,” you try.

abby twists her head over her shoulder in your direction, cocking it in a way that makes your heart twist in your chest and a pulse thrum between your thighs.

“you can come!” you blurt without a second thought. “with me— i mean, to the station,” you add, trying to clarify.

faced with an jaw-dropped confused-yet beautiful abby anderson, you continue rambling, “it’s indoors! i mean obviously, because of the, um, radio equipment, but you know, you’re probably hot— well you are, but- shit- that’s not what i-“

“okay, okay, okay,” abby bursts out chuckling, which you’d enjoy a whole lot more if it weren’t at your sake, “you don’t have to convince me, sweetheart, i’m already there,” she holds her hands up in surrender.

your heart skips a beat at the nickname, brain racing at a million miles per hour when you catch the sight of abby’s built frame sauntering it’s way over to you, small towel slung lazily over one shoulder, braid swaying slightly with every step.

you swallow harshly at her approach, turning promptly around to lead the way in a brisk pace.

abby laughs to herself as she follows, “aw, don’t run, i want to see your pretty face.”

your face heats at the compliment, before proceeding to flush a nuclear red at another comment she mutters haphazardly under her breath, “though i’m not complaining about my view from here.”

she half jogs to catch up with you, though your supposed speed-walk is no competition for what she’d consider a stroll with her long limbs.

you see her looking-no, ravishing- your figure out the corner of your eye, her tongue pressed to the side of her cheek, as you silently yell at your cheeks to cool themselves down.

your eyes can’t seem to deny themselves such an appeasing view, though, darting to the side to steal a glance at abby’s translucent tank, and your attraction is clear, at least to abby.

“want something, honey?”

you cough in response, choking on the saliva you didn’t even notice gather as a physical response to abby’s presence (me), as the two of you, thankfully, arrive at the station at last.

“ladies first,” you joke, swinging the door open with the backwards weight of your body.

“such a gentlemen,” abby quips back, winking at you as she strolls through the opening.

the pair of you let out a collective sigh at the blast of cold air blowing softly from the studio. it’s a vacant space, but the constant flow of electricity needed to notify the base in the face of an emergency allows it to stay up and running.

you make a beeline to your set-up area, tangled wires running along every side of the desks, hooked up to all sorts of peculiar devices: microphones, barometers, fancy thermometers. abby finds herself surprisingly impressed by the sophisticated knickknacks you mindlessly twist and turn to read, as if flipping through a toddler-level picture book.

“where’d you learn how to work all of this?” she asks.

“stole some books off an old lab,” you reply, shooting her a shy smile, “like to read, i s’ppose.”

across the room, abby rests her elbows on the table behind her, crossing her legs and letting her head drop to one side. “smart girl,” she praises, cheeky smile slipping onto her face.

you bite the fat of your cheek, holding back a grin of your own before turning back to finish jotting down the day’s data into a tattered mini notepad.

you grab a sleek broadcasting mic off one of your shelves, shoving some of the wires aside on the main desk to make room for it to rest, before hooking one of the tinier cables into the mic, and twisting around to find an audio interface to plug the other end into.

“what am i doing here?” abby says all of a sudden, breaking your hustling focus.

you freeze, letting the cable drop as you look down. “i don’t know.”

abby pauses. “let me rephrase,” she strolls over, positioning herself lush behind you. she runs her arms down the sides of your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake in spite of it being blisteringly hot out.

“what do you want me to do here?” she rasps by your ear, your head subsequently tilting to feel the heat of her breath on your neck.

“i-i don’t kn-“

“yes you do. just like i know exactly the mess i’ll find under these itty bitty shorts of yours.” she whispers, “you’re a terrible liar, sweetheart.”

a whimper slips out from your lips, head rolling back onto abby’s shoulder as you meet her sharp eyes with your pleading ones. your legs cross, squeezing shut, humiliated by the arousal that had gathered in reaction to, what, a 5 minute conversation with her? how pathetic.

“don’t think i didn’t notice your ogling earlier,” she continues, tracing her big hands lighting across your stomach, feeling your skin rise and fall with your increasingly rapid breaths. “your eyes give you away. i know what’s going on in that pretty little mind up there.”

your lips part as you roll your head further, almost completing a circle. the way you’re faced, you’re breathing desperate huffs directly into abby’s own mouth. she grazes a hand up between your two breasts, hard and pointed from a combination of the room’s dropped temperature and your arousal, then sliding her grip gently around your neck, holding your face close in place.

“you think you can get away with those slutty thoughts of yours? makin’ everyone think you’re such a good innocent girl, but no, you’re just a fucking whore aren’t you? isn’t that right, pretty?” she presses, tsking at your averting gaze.

“eyes on me, honey. you can’t hide. tell me what you really what,” she says into your mouth, lips just barely brushing over your own, the fucking tease.

you pant, eyes glued to her tempting mouth, desperate to close the distance. but you’ve got a job to do, and what’s fun without a bit of teasing? she deserves a taste of her own medicine, the bitch.

“what i really want…” you whisper back, “is to tell the base how fucking hot it is today,” you say at a normal volume, pushing off her back, and finally plugging the mic into the audio interface.

“duty calls!” you joke, trying to calm your racing heart and ignore the dampness between your legs. you hook the final plug into the wall, hearing a whirring that lets you know everything’s ready to go, before stealing a quick glance at abby to see how she’s taking your unexpected change of demeanor.

abby stands frozen in place, mouth gaping, but tweaked into an almost-smile, evidently shocked. your stomach flutters at the hungry look in her green, now nearly black, pupils, roguish thoughts brewing.

you bring a hand to your heart, dropping your jaw to match hers as you shoot a mocking who me? look in her direction paired with a shrug. winking, you turn back to your morning duties and take a seat, tuning in the frequency.

a click of a switch, an automated voice, and that’s all there really is to it. you’re live.

and your heart’s pounding out of your chest.

and though you’re usually hit with the slightest bit of anxiety over the idea of being listened to by every single individual on the very base, that’s not what you’re thinking about. well, not exactly.

“good morning, WLF!” you chirp, standard lines slipping off your tongue with ease, “hope you all had a great night’s rest! i know i sure did. today is august 2nd, 2038, and boy, you guys in for a sweat today! let’s check in with sophie and see what she has to say��� sophie, you’re on!”

shaking out a breath, you click a button to tune in a livestream from the second weather station across the base, sophie’s station.

“hey girl, what’s up?” sophie’s cherry voice comes crackling through.

“the usual. wanna tell us how things have been looking on your end?”

“you betcha! good morning WLF, you heard it from our girl yourselves, it is goddamn hot out! my readings say that…” sophie continues, rattling off her collected data in a long, number-filled ramble.

you tune out, waiting for your cue to list your end’s data as you bounce your leg mindlessly up and down.

“oh you’ve really got everyone fooled, huh?” abby drawls behind you. you jump, temporarily forgetting her presence in the midst of your reporting.

you swivel your chair around to her, smiling cheekily as you press a finger to her lips in silence’s universal sign.

oh? abby mouths. we’re still live? she asks.

you nod your head slowly.

“then you’re gonna have to keep quiet for me sweetheart,” she leans in to whisper at a decibel just barely above zero. “unless you want everyone on base to know how much of a slut you are,” she adds, dropping to her knees before you.

“what are you-?!” you whisper hastily, stopping yourself to mutter lowly, “i’m the slut? look who’s on their fucking knees in a fucking radio station.”

she presses a chaste kiss to your thigh, smiling and shhhhing against your skin, mumbling, “shut up and focus. the base depends on you.”

with even just the lightest brush of abby’s buff frame against your knees, your legs fall open, beckoning her between them.

invisible hands to pulling her into your trap.

“abby,” is all you can get out, panting in need of her touch.

“focus, baby.”

she pulls your shorts and underwear down to the floor with a swift tug, smirk haughty as faced with your dripping mess.

“knew it,” she mouths, looking up devilishly at you. keeping your eyes trapped in her hypnotic gaze, she leans in slowly, tongue out, to catch your weeping pussy in a french kiss.

“fuck,” you breathe out, thighs trembling in resistance to clamp her head between them only just to keep her tongue against you.

she makes out sloppily with your folds, hands gripping your waist tightly to lock your body in place, pressing you firm against the chair despite your incessant squirming.

the point of her tongue traces down in a tease, slipping just barely into your pulsing hole to steal a taste of freshly dripped slick, before running it back upwards to firmly press into your neglected clit.

“ah!” you hiss, head thrown to the ceiling as your nails dig into the arms of the chair, hips attempting to buck further into abby’s warm mouth.

“you there, station one? i think the connection’s a bit warbly today,” a crackly voice interrupts your mind fog.

shit. sophie must’ve finished her report by now. you situate yourself up as best as you can— seeing as how abby won’t let go of your hips, or move away for that matter.

“hey sophie, yes i’m here! sorry ‘bout that, i-uh, yeah. there must be something up with the frequency today,” you sputter out.

“no worries! why don’t you go ahead and share your mornings data with us?” she laughs back.

“yeah, yeah, so my rea-fuck-“

you sharply take in a breath, sucking in your teeth. you look down. god, if that isn’t the hottest sight you’ve ever seen.

abby’s looking up through her eyelashes, your arousal smeared across the bottom half of her face, dripping to her chin. she dashes out a tongue to catch the corner of her mouth, smirk wolfish from her mischievous actions. she lifts an eyebrow, matching your prior who me? mock, as if she didn’t just set every nerve ending of your clit alight.

and while you could be absolutely furious with her for fucking with you on live, all you want from her is more.

“everything alright, station 1?”

you jump. “i-sorry- just, uh banged my knee up.” you mean to shoot a scolding look at abby, but just wound it up to be embarrassingly pleading.

she pouts sarcastically, and without breaking eye contact she bows in again to capture your puffy clit between her lips, sucking softly while flicking her tongue over and over again. it’s downright sinful.

“oh!” you whine, right hand darting to tug at abby’s braid, keeping her moving face moving against the place you need her most.

“um, station 1, i can take over if you’d like?”

your face flames. caught up in abby’s dizzying ministrations, your body’s screaming to say yes. yes, as in, yes sophie please fucking take over. and yes, as in, yes abby right there.

and you almost do, say yes to the first one, i mean. but a stinging pinch from abby tips you the other way.

“i, shit, sorry- i mean, yeah, sorry. sorry kids! don’t listen to me!” you babble, eyebrows scrunched and hips still grinding.

abby continues to torture your clit: her warm, wet tongue lapping up every last drop of your slick and pressing it rhythmically against that swollen button. your cunt tightens around nothing, desperate for something, anything, to fill ‘er up.

shit, you mutter to yourself, thrumming pussy impossible to ignore. “the temp-ah-temperature o-on my end read 83 degrees on my e-enndd-god,” you carry on, breathless, “ahem. we’re looking at clear, s-sunny skies all day, so be sure to wear some sort of- mmph- heat protectant,” you finish off your sentence sounding quite a bit more like a pornstar doing a dirty beach-scene than intended, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“give me one, uh, one sec-cond to double check the read- readings,” you stumble out quickly.

“no problem! while we wait on our girl, WLF, i’ll tell you about what last minute assignments we still need people for, so listen up…” sophie entertains.

“abby,” you whine, covering the mic with your free hand in attempt to muffle your sounds. you can barely form a sentence with the way her nose nudges your clit while her tongue runs zig zags along your folds.

“i know,” she cooes, chucking, “keep it down, you’re on live.”

you silently will yourself not to cry out when abby stretches your legs further apart, shaking her head left and right to stimulate every crevice of your weeping cunt. back arching off the chair, you whimper out a strangled noise, “i cant, i cant, i cant” you chant.

abby’s drags turn to kisses, watching your legs tremble with an endearing gaze as she makes her way up your stomach and to your face. pressing a kiss against your cheek, then your nose, and alas, your parted lips, she whispers, “this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? so shut up and be good for me, yeah baby?”

you nod feverishly, heavy-lidded and staring intoxicated as abby bites bruises into your neck, only to soothe it a moment later with a flat-striped lick of her tongue.

“mmm god, abby, i need you,” you practically slur out, moaning her name like a ritual.

“you’ve got me,” is all she says. her calloused hand slides up from the bottom of your shirt, squeezing your breast harshly, as if she can’t get enough, needing to completely ravish you.

“here, abby, need you here,” you groan, emphasizing it with the buck of your hips.

“alright, alright,” she shushes you with a kiss, hand sliding back down to cup your heat gently, feeling your desperation. “right here, huh? you aching for it, sweetheart?”

your only response is to catch her lips in a needy kiss, tongue pushing into her mouth, eager to taste yourself on abby.

hmmph abby groans against your lips, fingers dipping shallowly into your coated hole.

“you can scream my name as loud as you want once you finish your report.“

“but-“

“you don’t want to let the base down, do you? how else are we supposed to know how dripping hot it’s gonna be out today?” she murmurs, emphasizing her words with a push of her thick fingers deeper into you.

your eyebrows scrunch, vision dizzy with need as you look up at the sight before you. a pretty pink hue glazing her sun kissed cheeks, abby tilts her head, finding delight in your struggle to come back to reality.

“c’mon, honey, you got it,” she purrs, running a hand to push the hair away from your face.

you narrow your eyes, pushing majority of the fog to a corner of your mind and uncovering your shaky hand from off the mic.

“sorry about that, folks,” you shakily speak up, “-and thanks soph. i’ll be out of your hair in just a second. as for today, we seem to be getting a light breeze coming in from the east at about 8 miles per hour, so it might hopefully provide a little bit of relief from the heat.”

in the meanwhile, abby hoists your figure up off the chair, shorts and panties still hooked askew around one of your ankles. a hitch in your voice signals your end’s confusion, but you continue on regardless, slave to abby’s actions.

she pushes your torso over slightly, having you put most of your weight on the desk as you hover over your mic, hair flicked over one shoulder.

“as for the air quality, it’s testing to be relatively clear. the spores don’t seem to be getting passed over by the wind, so no need to worry with the masks today! i’ll check in in the afternoon to see if that’s cha- nhghh,” you jolt forward, voice breaking and hips hitting the table as abby thrusts two fingers tightly into your heat from behind, twisting them to reach that ridged, aching spot.

“-changed,” you correct, exhaling sharply. your eyes roll involuntarily as abby picks up her pace, curling her fingers on every outstroke, other hand delivering languid circles to your puffy clit. you can feel the burn of her stare down your spine, head turning over your shoulder briefly to confirm, and catching sight of the two of you in the mirror on the back wall.

your flushed face, rumpled top, and trembling, kiltered, bent over position contrasted with abby’s working muscles as she stood strongly gripping your waist was a sight to behold.

“what would you do if i made you scream for me right now?” abby breathes out, grunting. “should we let the base know how much of a slut you are for me?” she asks, “fuck your special spot real good in front of everyone? right here?” she punctuates with a downright sinful massage against your g-spot.

she huffs out a quiet laugh when you rush to stifle a whimper against your forearm.

“nah, i think i’ll keep you for myself,” she says, tugging you by your hair to hiss “you’re mine.”

your legs nearly collapse right on the spot.

“like that, huh? now be good for me baby. you can take it,” she says lowly by your ear, fisting your hair back even more to take in your disheveled state before shoving your head down nose to nose with the mic.

you grip onto the stand in attempt to ground yourself. fucking abby.

“for now you sh-should be okay withou-ooout a mask on hand t-though,” you stumble through your words, racing to finish the report. “our trusty barom-meter indicates stable conditions— so i g-guess that means the- mmph- the world isn’t gonna expl-plode today?”

you fall to your forearms, losing balance with the aggressiveness of abby’s thrusts, walls clinging to her fingers, as if not to let a second by without her magic touch. abby kicks a leg between your two, sliding one to the side to spread you further before her as she slips a third finger in easily. your lips parts in a silent scream, hand racing to stuff it’s knuckle in your mouth to bite down on.

nails digging into the table, and mind begging forgiveness from god for all the fucking sin you’re committing, you speed

through a shitty conclusion, “overall, it’s a g-great day to sweat. that’s all i’ve got for you to-today. stay safe, stay cool, and enjoy the sun! bye!”

you rip the cord out of the audio interface before you can get the entirety of your final word out, loud moans borderline pornographic from being held back for so long.

“aw, you didn’t enjoy having an audience?” abby teases, fingers speeding up to coax more of your sounds out.

“fuck you, abby,” you gasp out, collapsing face-against-the-desk in pleasure.

“it’s okay, honey, your drenched pussy answers my question— i mean, look at you dripping right down my fingers,” she rasps, pinching your clit meanly.

god, you wanted to shove her fucking face into your cunt. at least that would get her to shut up.

“abby, i’m gonna-!” you cry, knees threatening to buckle.

“show me, pretty girl. fucking come all over my hand,” she spreads your sticky folds with a spare finger, swiping at the edges to effectively stimulate every part of your core.

you buck your hips back with every thrust, desperate to finish as you scream abby’s name like it’s the only word you know.

“fuck,” abby curses under her breath, arm curling around your front to hold your crumbling body up, hands busy bringing you to heaven. she wanted to live in this moment.

“ah- god, abs!” you weep, forehead digging into cables as you shudder in ecstasy, cum dribbling out of your overworked pussy, coating abby’s hands in your mess.

“god, abs,” you repeat between gasps, slowly regaining your vision back as abby lifts you up to lean your sweating figure against her matching one.

“so much for escaping the heat, huh?”

~ man oh man i tried guys. hope this satiated your weather girl needs ;)

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[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ 𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

order 83 | headcanons | Heartslabyul | Gender Neutral

❀ NOTE: Such cuties, hopefully I can do the other dorms by the end of this month for the spooky season. Things are finally settling down so I think I’ll be able to write a little bit instead of not at all.

➺ Ace Trappola

First initially walking in, he’s not scared. Maybe on guard but not scared. He’s definitely telling you to relax because it won’t be that bad. But first jumpscare and he’s ready to fold. Literally clinging onto you shamelessly but chooses not to comment on it when you guys leave. If you’re being chased, he’s 100% leaving you behind and track star running even if you were holding hands.

➺ Deuce Spade

He’s telling himself it won’t be that bad, especially because he’s with you but, like Ace, he’s ready to tap out at the first scare. He literally tries to walk back. You have to drag him along the entire time and the grip he has in you is insane. Definitely left a red mark for the rest of the day. Pray there’s no real people doing the jumpscares because he might just break their noses as soon as they jump out at him.

➺ Cater Diamond

He’s recording the entire time, if cameras aren’t allowed then he still might record or just put the phone in his pocket and record the audio. Constantly shoving the phone in your face and calling your face the real jumpscare. If there’s any silent walking parts then he’ll probably random scream and grab you just to scare you. He’s mean but he’s just as scared as you are. But he keeps in mind it’s all just fake. Regardless, he’s holding you close and hugging you whining about how scary it was.

➺ Trey Clover

He’s a very emotionally composed guy so just imagine how he’s acting. He’s trying to calm you down if you’re freaked out and not show that he’s scared but he physically jumps whenever something jumps out or any sudden movements. He just tries to speed run the whole experience. He’s more into scaring, nor being the one scared. If you jump onto him he wouldn’t be upset, in fact he would probably offer his hand to you so you would be less scared. What a gentlemen!

➺ Riddle Rosehearts

Oh he’s yelling all the borderline profanities in the book. At some point when he runs out of things to yell he’s just blabbering. His screaming is probably almost as scary as the haunted house itself. He would let you hold onto him but you have to ask him. If you just grab his arm he might just jump and jerk away his arm. He’s constantly reminding himself that it’s just a haunted house and it’s nothing serious.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #deuce spade x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade #ace trappola #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #trey clover x reader #trey clover #cater diamond x reader #cater diamond #heartslabyul

[puppetmaster13u]

One-Word Prompts

Mostly for DC, DCxDP, or DP, but can be used for any sort of fandom or original world as well. Go wild! (Each day has two prompts to choose from, feel free to skip or use something else if you don't like something!)

Day 01: Enigma | Silence

Day 02: Celebrate | Pet

Day 03: Gods | Ghosts

Day 04: Family | Alone

Day 05: Hope | Courage

Day 06: Wings | Nest

Day 07: Levitate | Melody

Day 08: Spectrum | Overwhelmed

Day 09: Fire | Gun

Day 10: Mystery | Birthday

Day 11: Ice | Heat

Day 12: Night | Day

Day 13: Hurt | Brick

Day 14: Picnic | Shadows

Day 15: Gargoyle | Rain

Day 16: Fangs | Claws

Day 17: Cat | Dog

Day 18: High | Beacon

Day 19: Free | Fault

Day 20: Formula | Smile

Day 21: Sand | Leaf

Day 22: Songbird | Glass

Day 23: Home | Friday

Day 24: Lurk | Charm

Day 25: Reflection | Teeth

Day 26: Witness | Haunt

Day 27: Scar | Rest

Day 28: Drive | Safe

Day 29: Picture | Shatter

Day 30: Wish | Forgive

Day 31: Risky | Invite

Day 32: Trust | Dance

Day 33: Focus | Kiss

Day 34: Neglect | Connection

Day 35: Solitude | Bone

Day 36: Cook | Crystal

Day 37: Stare | Clouds

Day 38: Luck | Wander

Day 39: Mimic | Visit

Day 40: Dig | Blade

Day 41: Radio | Friendly

Day 42: Letter | Glasses

Day 43: Slump | Snack

Day 44: Vault | Candy

Day 45: Wreck | Ancient

Day 46: Sweater | Tarot 

Day 47: Circus | Missing 

Day 48: Quarrel | Dance

Day 49: Hug | Cry

Day 50: Disaster | Fireflies

Day 51: Explosion | Injury

Day 52: Meeting | Stars

Day 53: Invisible | Drift

Day 54: Aura | Mind

Day 55: Worry | Guilt

Day 56: Train | Tranquill 

Day 57: Rescue | Enemy

Day 58: Breathless | Wave

Day 59: Glow | Explore

Day 60: Flashlight | Lightning

Day 61: Portal | Alarm

Day 62: Fantasy | Orbit

Day 63: Blue | Compromised 

Day 64: Grave | Stain

Day 65: Friend | Dreams

Day 66: Exhaustion | Loss

Day 67: Love | Present 

Day 68: Chaos | Glitter

Day 69: Rebel | Camp

Day 70: Empty | Beauty 

Day 71: Book | Doodle

Day 72: Solitude | Prophecy

Day 73: Lie | Treasure

Day 74: Lost | Cold

Day 75: Crime | Cut

Day 76: Sick | Haunt

Day 77: Task | Glory

Day 78: Chain | Machine 

Day 79: Shiver | Outlaw

Day 80: Hospital | Fragile

Day 81: Drink | Fight

Day 82: Stiff | Smoke

Day 83: Green | Blood

Day 84: Faith | Vision

Day 85: Whistle | Fog

Day 86: Hide | Window

Day 87: Breath | Crawl

Day 88: Trap | Armor

Day 89: Antidote | Splinter

Day 90: Race | Piano

Day 91: Border | Electrical 

Day 92: Savor | Phantom

Day 93: Evening | Spell

Day 94: Unknown | Chase

Day 95: Hold | Disconnect

Day 96: War | Fall

Day 97: Party | Blood

Day 98: Thrive | Goodbye

Day 99: Mask | Fear

Day 100: Youth | Journey

Bonus Prompts: Street | Angel | Aftermath | Coffee | Ribbon | Candle | Prepare | Snow | Desperate | Nightmare | School

#prompts #100 days challenge #100 day prompts #writing prompts #art prompts #drawing prompts #dailyprompt #batman au #danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp #once again can be used for any fandom #dc #dcu #batman

[spncupcake]

186 writing prompts //

I found this post earlier last year. OP deleted the post, but I had saved this. These are NOT my ideas - credits to OP.

Angst:

1. " Give me a chance. "

2. " Not you again.."

3. " Leave me alone."

4. " I don't love you anymore. "

5. "Why do you hate me? "

6. " Host the baby. "

7. " I thought you loved me. "

8. " I don't need you anymore."

9. " I can't believe you! '

10. " We cant keep this up forever. "

11. " You're a monster. "

12. " I hate you. "

13. " Don't leave me...

14. " You're a disappointment. "

15. " Don't die on me - Please."

16. " I never meant to hurt you. "

17. " Are you upset with me? "

18. " I wish i'd never met you. "

19. "I'm going to kill you! "

20. " Please don't hurt me like this."

21. ”Thanks for nothing. "

22. " Dont call this number again. "

23. " Why did you spare me? '

24. " You need to leave. "

25. " I'm sick. "

26. " I'm dying."

27. " I wish i'd never met you."

28. " I thought we were family!"

29. " There was never an us."

30. " So that's it? It's over? "

31. " I fucked up."

32. " I came to say goodbye. "

33. He's dead because of you. "

34. " I don't deserve to be loved. "

35. " About the baby... Its yours.

Love:

36. " I'm so in love with you. "

37. " Dance with me! "

38. " Isn't this amazing? "

39. " I wish we could stay like this forever. "

40. " Will you marry me? "

41. " I'm pregnant."

42. " I need a hug. "

43. " You're special to me. "

44. " I'm going to keep you safe. "

45. " Do you trust me? "

46. " Can I kiss you right now? "

47. " You're cute when you're angry. "

48. " I've liked you for awhile now. "

49. ~ Lets have a baby."

50. " We'd make such a cute couple."

51. " I want to take care of you. "

52. " Can we cuddle? "

53. " It's lonely here without you."

54. " I can't stand the thought of loosing you. "

55. " Shut up and kiss me already."

56. " Are you flirting with me? "

57. " Is that my shirt? "

58. " How did we get here? "

59. " You own my heart. "

60. " You'd be a great dad. "

61. " You'd be a great mom."

62. " I want to protect you. "

63. "Whats the matter? "

64. " You're so beautiful. "

65. " Did you do something different with your hair?”

66. " Is that a new perfume? "

67. " Stop being so cute. "

68. " You're making me blush! "

69. " You're teasing me again..."

70. " This is why I fell in love with you. "

71. " You're the best! "

72. " They're going to love you, don't worry! "

73. " Oh, Are you ticklish? "

74. " Of course I remembered! "

75. " You're one hell of a girl. "

76. " You're one hell of a guy. "

77. " Are you jealous? '

78. " Hold me and never let me go. "

79. " Stop hogging all the blankets! "

80. " Let’s run away together."

General:

81. " Catch me if you can! "

82. " I'm fine. "

83. " Are you drunk? "

84. " Are you high? "

85. " We cant go in there...

86. " Give it back! a

87. " Well this is just great. "

88. " Don't touch me."

89. " Not sure if you could tell, but l'm not exactly a people person. "

90. "This was fun - Lets do it again sometime!"

91. " I didn't do it! "

92. " I did it... "

93. I don't remember that! "

94. Well that's pretty rude of you to say."

95. " Get that thing away from me! "

96. " You owe me. "

97. " Do you believe in aliens? "

98. " Do you believe in ghosts? "

99. " Are you hitting on me? "

100. " Why are you naked? "

101. " You did what?!"

102. " You have... Superpowers? "

103. " Why are you bleeding? "

104. " Where did all these puppies come from?"

105. " Don't make me come over there myself! "

106. " That wasn't funny."

107. " This tastes horrible. "

108. " This is delicious! "

109. " Are you mad at me? "

110. " Stop ignoring me..."

111. " I love that show too! '

112. " Can I borrow that book of yours?"

113. " Lets blow this joint."

114. " Let me help you with that. "

115. " Take that back! "

116. " Wanna go see a movie with me? "

117. " No way, that's so lame. "

118. "What are you listening to? "

119. " I brought you your coffee."

120. " Don't fuck this up. "

121. " Run! "

122. " Lets run away together. "

123. " I haven't slept in four days..."

124. " Your turn to do the dishes. "

125. " Was I really that drunk? "

126. " Was I really that stoned? "

127. "Give me back my phone! "

128. " You're an asshole. "

129. " Are you cold? '

130. " This place gives me the creeps. "

131. " I swear my house is haunted. "

132. " Did you hear that? "

133. " It's just your imagination. "

134. " Just how stupid do you think I am? "

135. " Stop being such a baby."

136. " Go back to bed. "

137. " Are you okay? "

138. " I can take care of myself just fine."

139. " Thanks for helping me back there."

140. " Since when have we ever been friends? "

141. "What on earth are you wearing? "

142. " I can't feel my legs! "

143. " Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. "

144. " Put me down! "

145. " There's only one bed..."

146. " It isn't what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is..

147. " How did Hoose it? "

148. " I read your diary."

149. " This is awkward. "

150. " Didn't you read the sign? "

151. " Do you think you can teach me that?”

Below are NSFW prompts.

Please if you're rebloggling tell your followers if you're interested or not in taking these sorts of requests.

Sexual:

152. " Bite me. "

153. " Make me."

154. " Fuck me. "

155. " Stop teasing me so much..."

156. " Do you like it when I touch you like that?'

157. " Okay.. This is new."

158. “Want to head back to my place and have a little fun?”

159. "You're in trouble now. "

160. " What a pretty sight. "

161. " Bend over. "

162. " On your knees. "

163. " The food looks great but.. There's something much more delicious i'd like to eat right now. "

164. " Lay back. "

165. " Take off your clothes. "

166. " Well, fine; just this once."

167. " I'm waiting."

168. " You're so beautiful. "

169.  “As you wish."

170. "First one to make a noise looses."

171. " You have no idea what you do to me. "

172. " If you're bored; Wanna have sex? "

173. " Ive wanted this for so long. "

174. "Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. "

175. "Can I touch you? '

176. "Open up."

177. "No strings attached. "

178. " Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? '

179. " Mine."

180. " The nights still young. "

181. "We cant do that here! "

182. " Behave."

183. What did you just say? "

184. " Good girl. "

185. " Good boy. "

186. " Come here."

#women writers #writing #prompts #writing prompts #angst prompts #fluff prompts #spicy prompts #general prompts #fanfic writing #fanfiction

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 1. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: * pulls up megaphone * Rooster was raised right by his mom and doesn't care about body types. The lack of plus size fics made me upset so I literally returned to Tumblr to create this blog and write this. This is the first time I'm writing for this fandom so... I HO PE YOU GUYS LIKE IT??? its been centuries SINCE I WROTE aNYTHING ( also god im not creative with titles, please forgive me )

check out the fic's playlist made by the sweet @wiipes !!

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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warnings: mentions of bullying, self doubt, aNGST, mutual pining, Rooster being a sweetheart.

“Hello!” Beatrice calls once she enters Hard Deck by the employee’s entrance, popping out her airpods to slide them inside her bag shoulder, “I’m not late, am I?” she calls to Penny who’s currently fixing the tables ahead of her.

“No, you are just on time!” she calls, her voice a bit muffled since Bea put her bag inside the little closet area for employees. She checked her appearance before going out on the mirror hanging on the wooden wall, pulling her dark brown hair up in a bun and fixing her Led Zeppelin shirt, wiping the dust off her jeans before finally walking out. Once she gets out, Penny is turning the lights on in the back area of the bar that leads to the beach. 

Meanwhile Beatrice grabs one of the bags of ice, carrying it to the ice machine behind the bar, plopping the cold cubes down the container, crumpling the plastic bag once it was empty to toss in the recycler. “I’m here, babes!” a voice calls, then a blonde head of hair shows up, “Hope you two didn’t do everything with me gone!”

“Just waiting for your presence,Michelle!” Penny calls, looking over her shoulder to press a kiss to her niece’s cheek, when she hugs her “Hi, honey, Bea is already here.”

“Bumblebea!” Bea smiles when the blonde comes over to the employees closet as well, removing her denim jacket to expose the low cut red tank top and jeans. “Need help?” Bea nods, pointing to the other bags of ice in the corner, “Friday night, tonight will be a long night huh?”

“Sure will.” Bea noted, the two of them dumping the rest of the ice “How was your date though? With the policeman?” the brunette asked, chuckling when the blonde girl rolled her eyes with a sigh.

“I swear, police officers are the clingiest guys.” Shells said, grabbing the empty bags from Bea’s hand to shove down the recycler, “He didn’t want to leave! I kept saying, ‘hey i gotta go to work,’ and he asked where I worked and I told him he didn’t need to worry about that.”

 The two of them then marched to the storage room area where Shells grabbed a box of handkerchiefs. “Then he said ‘oh it’s not a problem, I can take you’ and–and! Then he said ‘I like you a lot.’ Like!! We’ve only hooked up twice!...” she shakes her head, “I just told him it’d be better if we didn’t contact each other anymore and it was fun while it lasted.”

“He accepted that?”

“Course not, called me a bitch all the way out, I think I saw tears in his eyes before he left.” Shells shrugs, waiting on Bea to grab the recycled straws from the upper shelf, then turns off the light once her friend walks out “I swear, I’ll give up on Tinder like you did. It’s insane!”

Bea chuckles, opening the bag of straws to put them inside a glass, “I mean, you know my sister found her husband on Tinder.”

“Um, yeah, but he’s a handsome doctor from London with the body of a god and deep bronze skin. He’s like a beautiful statue!”

“I shouldn’t have never shown you their wedding picture.” Bea laughs, shaking her head with amusement. “and to think I just wanted to show you how pretty the location was.” the two of them looked at the clock, seeing they had little time before the bar opened for the public, so they had to finish everything up quickly.

Once they did and the bar opened, it exploded with people, the voices getting louder the more people entered. Music floated on the air, much to Bea’s delight as she hummed to herself with the songs. 

To think, just a few months ago she was looking for a job to help her with the bills and if it wasn’t for Shells and Penny, she’d never get it.

Beatrice is from a tight, traditional Italian family. While they are progressive in certain areas, most of her family doesn’t think women…should do much. If they have a job it should be a useful job, like banking or something like that, not Liberal arts. Which was what she always wanted to do, being a creative person since she was a child, she just wanted to work with what she liked.

But being the youngest of six siblings, the literal baby that had to stay home while her older siblings went out to live their lives out of state or even out of the country she had very little control in certain choices. Maybe it was the empty nest syndrome, with all her siblings gone from the house, her parents only had herself to… take care of in a way. It took years for her to actually go to her choice in college,juggling between work and long study hours, choosing to leave her job once she had enough money saved up to help herself once she got her place.

During college was when she met Michelle, or Shells, who took her to the Hard Deck a few times. It was distant from her job and her parents’ house and Beatrice loved it. She loved the atmosphere, she felt welcome by Penny and even if this was a Naval bar she didn’t feel like she was intruding in some way.

When Shells mentioned they needed one more person at the bar, Bea said yes immediately. Her parents weren’t happy with her choice, but they couldn’t stop her, especially since her own siblings supported it. So now she was here, working, happy, focusing on how she’d continue her career as an artist.

The bell rang, drinks were served, people were dancing. It was a nice night so far. Bea was washing one of the glasses when she heard a cacophony of voices that she heard a few times and her body heats up. She couldn’t help but just stare at him, he stood out of his group like a beautiful floral patterned thumb. With her eyes following him until they all sat down on their usual spot, Bea couldn’t help but bite her lower lip, feeling her cheeks warm up even more when he laughed at something.

“Ohhhhh, cock-a-doodle-doo huh?” Shells’ teasing voice snapped her out of her staring, Bea’s green eyes wide as saucers, seeing her friend’s teasing grin, “How long until you finally make a move?”

“I…I don’t know what you mean.” she continued washing the same glass, the squeaking sound of the sponge rubbing against it giving her some of a distraction.

“Bea, please,” Shells took the glass from her hand, then tilted her head, “You look at that man like he hangs up the moon every time he comes by.” but her friend then turned to the opposite side, focusing on checking the liquor bottles. Shells sighed, coming to her friend’s side and crossing her arms, the brunette trying too hard to keep her eyes on the label.

“This is a 1975, right?”

“Bea.”

“I can’t really see, the label is a bit faded–” the bottle disappears from her hand, Beatrice snapping her gaze to Shells, who holds the liquor under her crossed arms, her eyebrows going up to her hairline. Beatrice sighs defeatedly, “I…I don’t know what you want me to say.” she shrugs “He’s so…” she groans, covering her face with her hands, “He’s so…so hot,Shells. and he sings! and-and he’s funny and…he’s everything I’ve always wanted in a guy.”

“One more reason to go to him.” Shells whispers, “He’s single and handsome. You are single and gorgeous.” the blonde held her fingers up in a V position, before joining the two with a kissing sound, “Perfect match.”

Bea frowned, “It’s not that simple.” she murmured “I…I mean…look at me Shells.” she spread her arms to emphasize. But her friend just frowned, “Oh come on, like…look at me I’m not the type of girl who gets guys like that.”

She was a curvy gal, always had been. Normally, she wouldn’t mind it, but when it comes to guys, more especially when it comes to Rooster she just lost a good amount of confidence. He was literally adonis personified, just the most beautiful man she had ever seen. and she felt less than pretty when she remembered the type of girls that surrounded him or worked with him. 

“You know that’s not true.” Shells said with her voice low, a kind smile on her face, “You have as much chance as any girl out there.” Bea however scoffed, “You gotta believe in yourself Bea. You are gorgeous, any guy would be lucky to have you.”

The brunette’s eyes stung with unshed tears, the same eyes she clenched shut in hopes to hold them in. Memories of past relationships flooding her brain, bringing memories she wished to forget “Can we not talk about this anymore?” Shells is about to say something else but a customer calls for a refill, which Bea thanks every powerful being for, slapping on a smiling mask, “Coming right up!”

Shells only watches her friend go to the opposite side to serve one of the guys there, laughing when he says something to her - clearly drunk -  before walking away. Shells’ stare broke when she heard the bell ring, turning on to face the person. 

She immediately smiled wider, “Hi Bob.”

She likes Bob, she thought he not only was sweet he was also so smart. He knew he had a hard time with the group, especially Jake, but he was getting there. She leaned on her elbows, giving him a sweet smile, “What can I get you?”

The way his cheeks flushed and his eyes tried to look anywhere but the cleavage she put on display was so cute, “Oh, uh, just more beer?”

“Sure! Should I put it in your tab?”

“Yes,please.”

Shells went to the fridge to grab the beers, then paused, sending a look to where Beatrice was currently talking to two female customers. She then looked over her shoulder to Bob, who smiled at her, then past Bob to where his group was…a devilish thought showed up in her brain, “Why don’t you wait with the others? I’ll bring it to you.” 

“Oh, okay! I’ll be there then.”

With the beers on top of a tray, she sent one last look to her friend who was still busy, then sped her step maneuvering through the crowd until she reached them. “There you go, more fuel for the pilots.” she teased, making them laugh while switching the empty bottles with the full ones, throwing some quick looks to her brunette friend, “So,” she rested the empty tray on her hip, “What else can I get you?”

“Your number would be nice, sweetheart.” Jake was quick to say, sending her a wink with the bottle to his lips.

Shells chuckled, “I meant something achievable,Hangman.”

“I think we are all fine.” Phoenix says, “Thanks Shells.”

“Hey, not a problem. Oh, just letting you guys know, I’ll go on a break in a few minutes so if you guys need anything else, you can ask Bea.” She kept an eye on everyone, but especially Rooster. The way his eyes just snapped to her friend made her insides flip in triumph, the little smirk on her face hidden by her biting the inside her cheek, “She’ll gladly serve you.”

Rooster’s eyes finally left the brunette at the bar counter, meeting Shell’s knowing blue gaze only to clear his throat and look away again, “Well” she drawled, walking backwards, sending them a salute, “Enjoy the night!”

The moment Shells approached the bar, she ran to her aunt, whispering something in her ear. Both Penny and Shells looked in Beatrice’s direction, who was leaning down to pick something behind the bar, unaware of the scheming happening behind her back.

Once the time came for Shells to have her break, Penny kept an eye on Beatrice. It took just a few seconds for a known pilot to approach the bar, the bell rang and Beatrice turned around with a wide smile, a smile that faltered for a quick second before returning - albeit a lot milder than before - “Hi!” her voice was higher, so she cleared her throat, “Um,hi.”

“Hey.” Rooster replied, leaning his elbows over the counter, which made Bea suck in a hard breath once she saw the curve of his pecs underneath the white tank top, “Can you believe I came here to get more beer? Just three this time though.”

She couldn’t help but huff out a chuckle, covering her mouth with her hands then “Well, it is a bar.” she adds, “I would be surprised if you came here for groceries.”

When he laughed at her joke she almost felt like fainting, biting her lower lip hard with her head dipped, “I-I’ll go get it.” practically power walking towards the freezer where she stood for a few minutes, letting the cool air hit her cheeks as she tried to calm herself. She shook her head for a quick moment, grabbing the beers between her fingers and turning back around, almost letting out a yelp of surprise to see he was still looking at her “There you go.”

“Thanks.” but he didn’t leave, pointing his index finger at her “Bea, right?” she nods with a small smile, “It’s weird, I’ve seen you for a while and never got your name.”

Maybe because she chickened out every time he seemed to want something, ending up telling Shells to do it, “Oh, well,” she only gave him a weak shrug, then felt like her arms were too exposed, quickly lacing her hands behind her back to hide them the best she could, “I haven’t been here long.”

He hummed, a tiny smile on his face, “I’m Rooster.”

“I know,” she blinks when his eyebrows raise in amusement, “I-I mean, I heard Penny and Shells talking about you and heard your name being called around.” her face was so warm she felt like she was boiling. She hoped the light above her head hid her blush from his view. “I…is there anything else I can get you?”

“I don’t think so, no.” he looks back at his friends, seeing they are still chatting amongst each other. Then his eyes travel to the splotches of ink on her upper arms, the parts that weren’t hidden behind her. However before he could ask her about them, she snaps her head ahead when she sees someone on the table lifting their glass.

‘Sorry I–” she moves her own finger over his shoulder, “I gotta go get this.”

“Oh, oh no no, yeah, go ahead.” he smiled and her knees almost buckled just like that, “I’ll go back then.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

They stood there for a bit longer, until Rooster shook his head, picking the beers with one of his hands “I’l see you around then,Bea.” he smiles then turns on his heel back to the other pilots. Bea just stood there, face flaming and eyes wide, then she cleared her throat walking out from behind the bar to the table.

Penny, who watched the entire ordeal, just smiled, sending Shells a quick text once no one was looking:

“It’s on.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #boy am i down bad #like woof man #bradley bradshaw x reader #ill go freak out now ha h

[thoughtssvt]

Far Beyond Eternity

cw : sad topics, negative thoughts, mentions of death, comfort

It'd been a while since something good happened to Suguru. It was about time he started wondering when it would end like all the good things in his life

wc : 850

A/N: nothing really happens that's sad, suguru just thinks sad things and satoru is there to comfort him! this is a happy piece I swear! not proof read tho, oops. sorry for any mistakes!

It wasn’t their first time sneaking out after curfew. It was, however, their first time sneaking out after they shared their first kiss. Though, maybe it’s better to say after they became comfortable kissing each other with no restrain. They kissed all the time, annoyed the hell out of Shoko, got scolded countless times by Yaga to have a little self control.

They just couldn’t help it. Especially not now. Not while the moon shone so gently down on them and the breeze was so soft that it slipped beneath their uniforms, kissing their skin and wrapping its arms around them in a comforting hug. Not while Suguru’s rainbow dragon droned a comfortable pur, deep in its chest as it slithered steadily in the air for them. Not when he looked so pretty.

Satoru pulled back in a soft pant, reaching to tuck the dark sliver of hair behind Suguru’s ear, breath hitching at the realization that Suguru was staring at him as hard as he was staring at Suguru.

Suguru’s hands were much more callused than Satoru’s, but he didn’t mind. It still felt good against his cheek, thumb running back and forth against his blush. Satoru was prettier than the moon, Suguru thought. Eyes more captivating than the limitless sky, more precious than the depths of the ocean.

And he loved him.

He loved him.

He loved him in a way Suguru never thought he could be loved.

With his whole heart. So deeply and boundless. And it came for free.

Suguru didn’t have to beg, he didn’t have to give himself up in his entirety. The love between them just became and it engulfed him, filled him up so full that sometimes it was nauseating, but it was his and theirs and it was them.

Sometimes Suguru didn’t know what to do with it. Sometimes he woke up and after the feeling settled that this was actually real he asked himself when it would finally come to an end. Everything must come to an end, right? Even love.

He’d ask himself whose fault it would be. Maybe it would be mutual. Maybe they’d drift apart as the seasons passed. Maybe, just maybe, for them the world would be kind. Maybe their love would end in death. It would be no one’s fault, they wouldn’t decide to close the chapter, the seasons would pass and their love would grow stronger. Only death could break them apart. Though, even that thought terrified him.

He turned his head to look at Satoru where he was now laying next to him, arms crossed and tucked under his head, legs bent, one knee crossed over the other.

“Satoru,” He gulped, “I can’t live without you.” He’d said so suddenly. It had surprise and confusion spreading across Satoru’s face. “Please let me die first.” Suguru rasped, so small and delicate like he didn’t want the world to hear his plans.

For a split second concern knit his brows tightly together. Pain and anxiety spread through Satoru’s chest, but seeing the same feelings on Suguru made his dissipate. He knew Suguru. He knew this wasn’t about anything that was coming any time soon. Suguru was just a worrier and he’d already endured five lifetimes of hurt before meeting Satoru. He knew his boyfriend just needed reassurance. He needed to know that what they had would last. That it wouldn’t end like all the good things that came before.

“I’ll bear that for you because…” Satoru sucked in a deep breath. “Suguru, if we live to be 100… how could I possibly fit all my love for you in 83 years? So you go on ahead– but not too soon, okay? Because there has to be something after this.” Even in his uncertainty he managed a stable smile. “Meeting you has made me believe it.” Satoru sat up, turning to face Suguru completely. Suguru could see the cogs turning in his boyfriend’s head along with a growing type of excitement. Like all their worries would be washed away. If he said this then it’d be set in stone. “I don’t know if we’ll get another lifetime or if we’ll be reincarnated as ice cubes or if we’ll just meet together in whatever paradise is, but i know that my love for you will reach far beyond eternity.” He said it with such sincerity that Suguru would have believed that this was a guarantee after death. Although he trusts his boyfriend with his life this wasn’t something that would go away over night. It did ease the uneasiness, though.

Suguru couldn’t help launching himself at Satoru, cupping his face with two rough, callused hands, pulling him close until their lips intertwined. The wind massaging their scalp, ruffling their hair, reminding them to be wishful children filled with youth. ‘Sneak out in the middle of the night, get scolded for kissing too much, talk about the future of endless possibilities,’ it said as the moon illuminated their hearts. Reassuring them that in darkness it’ll be there to light their path for whatever is to come to them.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #getogojo #stsg #gego #goge #sugusato #satosugu fic #comfort #soft #satoru gojo #satoru x suguru #gojo satoru #gojo jjk #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #satoru #jjk satoru #gojo #geto suguru #suguru #jujutsu kaisen suguru #jjk suguru #geto #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujutsu kaisen satoru #isn't the moon beautiful #it is

[saelterlude]

link click musical list pt.6, (longer bcs i keep accidentally posting these early, gotta make up for the short pt.5)

also hi, this one took a while bcs i keep getting sad over not finding a Wang Yifei-Zhu Hanbin LG uppies clip :')

(pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5 here)

81. 24/03/2024 night, Zhu Hanbin wore his shirt inside out lol, there's a good chance it was like that the whole performance since LG actors don't change costume. Also, I love how Zi bowen shouted his name, it's cute.

82. Cai Lu's short vlog, includes Guo Hongxu and Ji Xiaokun karaoke, JXK being bad at basketball, and chilling in the dressing room.

83. 28/03/2024, Cao Muzhi getting manhandled by Cai Lu (I drew it hehe) and also giving the biggest laugh when he won first round of RPS against Zhu Hanbin plss.

84. 01/04/2024, Wu Hanglu bullying Bai Zhuoming, Du Guangyi being aggressive, and BZM being confused and overwhelmed in RPS. If you're asking why DGY shouted his line, it's bcs BZM and WHL were too busy bickering to beckon him to the couch like they're supposed to do. Also, they sing 'Dive Back in Time' together.

85. 29/03/2024, Wang Yifei, please stop bullying Wu Hanglu, don't squish her, look at her, she's tiny. See? Now she's bullying you back.

86. 05/04/2024 night, piglet is back!! Wu Yihan, Cai Qi. WHY ARE YOU BOTH SO MEAN TO THE PIGLET?? WYH does not let CQ play around with RPS (by not doing them at all)

87. 05/04/2024 night, bonus to the performance above. WYH does not hug in "Pursuing Light" for once.

88. 06/04/2024 day, New Cai Qi pair unlocked with Guo Hongxu. Awkward eye contact and GHX just assumes he won RPS when he didn't lol, don't you know CQ cheats? Also, Zuo Yiping looks so short between them, helpp.

89. 30/03/2024 night, Wu Yihan going *finger points* "whos singing the sofa song?", and Qian Dongyue's birthday!

90. 13/04/2024 day, I think, Wang Yifei scared Guo Hongxu with that overly enthusiatic jump hug.

91. 13/04/2024 night, Jing Yanqiao 21st birthday!! Let's go! There's actually a full video of your encore now.

Also, #90 and #91, both GHX and JYQ caught off guard by WYF and ZHB's mic cupping habit during 'Dive Back in Time'

92. 06/04/2024 night, I can't find a clip showing Wu Yihan drinking vinegar, but I can show you Cao Muzhi being cute as he walks across the table. And saying 'be careful' in 'Dive Back in Time' bcs something happened with WYH offscreen, i think he hit a camera.

93. 06/04/2024 night, nevermind! Shimmer to the rescue! Here is Wu Yihan drinking vinegar! (he Du Guangyi-ed himself (#19 and #31))

94. 14/04/2024 day, Guo Hongxu has successfully been influenced to cup their mics. Also, I'm now declaring that Guo Hongxu and Wang Yifei is the perfect disgruntled cat-oversized puppy duo, just look at their hug.

95. 14/04/2024 day, another POV of the performance above so you can see Wang Yifei nod approvingly once GHX uses his method.

96. 14/04/2024 night, just a shortclip of Wang Minhui putting Cai Qi in a headlock.

97. Event clip, mostly just explaining the basketball event itself but I wanna show you all Du Guangyi being bad at basketball in the last 10 seconds.

(speaking of event, the theatre is gonna count which actor scores the most during basketball scene/"Faith of Friendship". me and the musical brainrot gang over in the lc 18+ server are doing bets on which actor is scores the most by the end of the month)

98. 19/04/2024, poor Deng Xianling just wanna tie her shoes, stop bothering her lol.

99. 19/04/2024, same performance as above. English boy Teng Chunpeng is very excited abt basketball.

100. 20/04/2024 night, have Jing Yanqiao, shamefully losing 2-8 to Zhu Hanbin

101. 21/04/2024 day, Bai Zhuoming won the match, he teases Wang Minhui about it the whole encore to the point he messed up the entirety of RPS song lol. (Also, they got 15-12, they were conspiring together)

102. 22/04/2024, Shu Rongbo getting startled by Cai Lu's leg and Du Guangyi adding to the leg jenga is very precious, I wanna draw that. SRB also won basketball 36-0 bcs DGY is a softie granpa, I guess we knows who wins this month.

(and no, as much as i favored him, i did not bet on srb :') )

(also, did i wait for the 22nd so i can get at least 1 srb video this post? yes.)

*Please give a big round of applause to @shimmeringweeds for all xhs clips. I could not navigate that site at all.

Bonus time! Made a list (here!) of Zhu Hanbin and Jing Yanqiao performances the other day, thus that's the bonus clips you're getting for this part. Please check them out, they're really cool.

But I guess I might as well add this funny video of Cai Qi and Cao Muzhi performing 'Mia Famiglia' from Apollonia musical. It's gold, just for the fact that CQ acts as if he's in a drama while CMZ acts as if he's in a comedy.

#oh my god #ive reached 100 clips #i should make a post highlighting mh favs #or something #zhu hanbin #zhi bowen #cai lu #guo hongxu #ji xiaokun #cao muzhi #wu hanglu #bai zhuoming #du guangyi #wang yifei #wu yihan #cai qi #zuo yiping #qian dongyue #jing yanqiao #wang minhui #deng xianling #shu rongbo #link click musical #link click #lc musical list

[zahraa17]

°Ask me based on your battery°

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

• 1% Age

• 2% crush name

• 3% country

• 4% fav letter

• 5% religion

• 6% my crush

• 7% can we be friends

• 8% longest friendship

• 9% shortest friendship

• 10% gender identity

• 11% long/short hair

• 12% idol

• 13% dream vacation

• 14% favorite place

• 15% sad or happy movies

• 16% do I dance

• 17% are you happy

• 18% what am I to you

• 19% fav season

• 20% fav YouTuber

• 21% sleep or no sleep

• 22% can we be besties

• 23% most unforgettable experience

• 24% day or night person

• 25% money or love

• 26% when did you last fall in love

• 27% fav subject

• 28% first letter of your crush

• 29% fav color

• 30% fav animal

• 31% fav genre of music

• 32% allergies

• 33% sweet or sour

• 34% salty or spicy

• 35% worst experience

• 36% best experience

• 37% do you lie

• 38% fav sport

• 39% dream job

• 40% fav musician

• 41% fav aesthetic

• 42% pop or classical

• 43% fav composer

• 44% do you have siblings

• 45% fav singers

• 46% fav band

• 47% fav song

• 48% fav drink

• 49% fav meal

• 50% fav dessert

• 51% fav snack

• 52% partner in crime?

• 53% would you hug me

• 54% do you believe in ghosts

• 55% are you scared of anything

• 56% are you a ghoster

• 57% are you a sinner

• 58% do you hate your brother

• 59% do you hate me

• 60% do you love me

• 61% fav person

• 62% have you ever thought about someone

• 63% have you ever dreamt about someone

• 64% favorite country

• 65% do you have a crush

• 66% favorite item

• 67% fav subject

• 68% dream career

• 69% fav personality

• 70% fav animal

• 71% have you ever cried because of someone

• 72% what's your addiction

• 73% what's my biggest dream

• 74% fav phone brand

• 75% fav movie

• 76% fav movie

• 77% fav movie genre

• 78% Good or bad student

• 79% quiet or noisy

• 80% would u give your life to someone

• 81% when you are jealous do u show it

•82% are u toxic

•83% lunchtime or snack time

•84% how many siblings do u have

•85% any questions

•86% any questions

•87% worst thing u done

•88%-100% any questions

[depressedhouseplant]

Just Fucking Write - Day 83

Prompt: Grief

Tags: Suicidal ideation, death

A/N: This is part of a larger work. You’ll see today’s 100 words somewhere else

Grief is a strange creature. Sometimes it’s crying until you’re sure you’re dehydrated. Sometimes it’s cursing God for taking someone you love but dictators, Nazis, and racists are alive and well. Sometimes it’s feeling like your heart was ripped from your chest when you find a pair of socks they gave you as a gag gift. Sometimes it’s an emptiness that refuses to go away. Sometimes it’s all of those at once.

Feeling everything at once is how Wooyoung found himself sitting on the ledge. The literal ledge of a parking garage. He’d done the math. If he dove, he’d land on his head, snap his neck, and that would be the end. It would all be over.

“I thought I’d find you here,” a voice said from behind him.

“Go away,” he snapped.

“No,” the other boy stepped beside him.

“You gonna watch me kill myself? That’s a little sick even for you,” Wooyoung refused to look at his friend.

“That was not my porn and you know that,” he replied.

“Fine. Can you leave now?” Wooyoung huffed. The other boy climbed on the ledge next to him.

“Do you really want the last thing you remember before you die is being alone?”

“I’ll be dead. By definition I won’t have any memories,” he finally looked over at his friend. “Do you want the last memory of me dead?”

“No, but if you’re going to do it anyway then you’ve got someone here to call the medics to scrape your dead ass off the pavement,” the brunette shrugged.

“Seriously? You’re insane,” he said.

“I’m not the one ready to jump,” the other boy gave him a pointed look.

“Just leave, Yeosang,” Wooyoung was getting choked up. He was supposed to do this alone. He was tired. He was so fucking tired. Yeosang reached out and took his hand.

“I’m not gonna let go,” he squeezed Wooyoung’s hand.

“This isn’t fucking Titanic. This is not a you jump, I jump scenario,” Wooyoung glared.

“You always were a romantic,” Yeosang looked forward. “The city is pretty tonight.”

“Why can’t you just let me go?” Wooyoung asked.

“Because, for better or worse, I love you. I don’t appreciate the fact that you’d force me to go through the pain of losing someone I love all over again, but I suppose that’s on you,” Yeosang sighed.

“You did not go there,” Wooyoung tried to wrench his hand away, but Yeosang held on tighter.

“Yes I fucking did. I lost him too in case you forgot,” his friend finally lost his patience.

“I know,” Wooyoung said quietly.

“But you’re totally fine with killing yourself and leaving me to grieve two people. Of course it hurts. It’s going to keep hurting. You don’t ever get over losing someone. You learn to live with the pain. You learn to live with part of your heart missing. You hear me, Wooyoung? You learn to live,” Yeosang flung his legs back over the wall and hauled Wooyoung off with him.

“Let go!” Wooyoung protested. Yeosang was strong for his size so getting out of a bear hug was almost impossible.

“No,” Yeosang hugged him tighter. “You’re gonna get your head out of your ass and stop being so fucking selfish.”

“How are you not ready to jump? What do you know that I don’t?” Wooyoung kept wiggling.

“Because you know what’s worse than living? Leaving everyone you love behind and they question for the rest of their lives if there was something they could’ve done. Don’t give me that leaving a note bullshit either. That makes it worse,” Yeosang told him. “Ask yourself if this is what he’d want. Then you have your answer.”

Wooyoung squeezed his eyes closed in an effort to stop the tears. He knew the answer. He knew San wouldn’t want this. If there was an afterlife, he’d rip Wooyoung a new one for choosing to die when he had no choice.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He hugged Yeosang back.

“I know,” his best friend whispered back. “Can we go home now?”

“Yes,” Wooyoung sniffed into Yeosang’s shoulder. Yeosang didn’t reply and walked them back to his car, put Wooyoung in, and drove them back to their apartment.

#just fucking write 2k24 #ateez fanfic #read the tags

[teenandbeyond]

💞𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩💞

*For people who want to request but might need some ideas/inspo. Or just anyone passing by who might need a prompt.

𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝/𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

"I love you."

"Do you love me?"

"You're beautiful."

"Want a hug?"

"I'm here."

"I'm always thinking of you."

"Stay close."

"You feel like home."

"Trust me."

"Let's go."

"Who hurt you?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Is this okay?"

"I like the way your hand fits in mine."

"Don't pull away...not yet."

"Please, be mine.

₳₦₲₴₮

17. "Did I hurt you?"

18. "I used to love you."

19. "You broke my heart."

20. "I trusted you."

21. "Don't hurt me!"

22. "I miss you."

23. "Do you even love me?"

24. "I don't know how to love you."

25. "Get lost."

26. "I'm sorry."

27. "I'm done."

28. "I don't like you."

29. "I despise you."

30. "It wasn't your fault."

31. "I can't promise anything."

32. "Don't be afraid."

𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓬

33. "Can we cuddle?"

34. "Let's go on a date."

35. "Are you a good kisser?"

36. "I want to kiss you."

37. "Dance with me!"

38. "Will you marry me?"

39. "I'm pregnant."

40. "I like you."

41. "Are you flirting with me?"

42. "Shut up and kiss me!"

43. "Let me protect you."

44. "Is that my shirt?"

45. "It's lonely without you."

46. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

47. "You're beautiful."

48. "Let's hold hands."

🅂🄼🅄🅃/🄻🄴🄼🄾🄽

49. "Touch me just like that."

50. "What else can that mouth do?"

51. "Bite me."

52. "Is that a challenge?"

53. "You're mine."

54. "Use your hands for something useful."

55. "You're not allowed to touch me."

56. "I need you."

57. "Fight all you want."

58. "You wanna take charge?"

59. "Shut up or I'll shut you up."

60. "Don't move."

61. "Don't you think my hand is your best jewelry piece?"

62. "What should I tie you with?"

63. "Outside?"

64. "Chase me."

🅝🅐🅜🅔🅢/🅟🅔🅣🅝🅐🅜🅔🅢

65. Princess

66. Prince

67. Pet

68. Dove

69. Brat

70. Master

71. Teacher

72. Sensei

73. Daddy

74. Sir

75. Kitten

76. Trojan

77. Professor

78. Baby

79. Babygirl

80. Doll

81. Baby doll

82. Sweetheart

83. Darling

84. Honey

ᑭᒪᗩᑕEᔕ

85. Bedroom

86. Couch

87. Kitchen

88. Living Room

89. House

90. Outside

91. Park

92. Cafe

93. Date

94. Pool

95. School

96. Fair/Carnival

97. Concert

98. Party

99. Bed

100. Desk/Table/Kitchen Island

101. Bathroom

102. Car

103. Theatre

104. Sidewalk

105. Roof

106. Other Country

107. Zoo

108. Amusement Park

#writing prompt #writing prompt list #requests #requests open #romantic prompts #fluff prompts #smut prompts #angst prompts

[tommybowefuneralattendee]

my spreadsheet (public version)

so i have this spreadsheet that i use for prompts for this fandom, comprised of several prompt lists and the exact order of which is not easily publicly available. if you want to send me a prompt, send me a ship and a number between 1-725 (subject to change) and receive a sort of mystery box surprise of a fic. through the use of this list, you can see what prompts have already been done. if it’s for another ship, you can certainly send me the same prompt that was already used in another fic. if a prompt has been used three times, that prompt will be closed. thank you for your cooperation <3 listing under the cut!

possible progress statuses: prompted, in progress, editing, posted. if a prompt does not have one of these statuses, it has not been sent in thus far.

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117. they have never raised their voice around you, always talks softly

posted || nintendogs || 28k, rated T

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251. kisses to calm the other down

posted || tommien || 3.6k, rated T

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274. "you're my everything."

posted || shayncer || 10.6k, rated E

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posted || spommy || 4.4k, rated T

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posted || jackmien || 1.8k, rated G

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401. “Stop saying sorry! It’s always ‘I’m sorry’. When you really aren’t”

posted || nintendogs || 12.3k, rated E

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posted || tommien || 3.1k, rated T

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prompt sources: one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen

#yeah i decided to make this post anyway sorry if it's pretentious but i'm pretentious so who is surprised #spreadsheet posting #mer rambles #also i guess? fine to reblog? i don't know why you would but it's cool

[kelebek-gibi]

°Ask me based on your battery°

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

• 1% Age

• 2% crush name

• 3% country

• 4% fav letter

• 5% religion

• 6% my crush

• 7% can we be friends

• 8% longest friendship

• 9% shortest friendship

• 10% gender identity

• 11% long/short hair

• 12% idol

• 13% dream vacation

• 14% favorite place

• 15% sad or happy movies

• 16% do I dance

• 17% are you happy

• 18% what am I to you

• 19% fav season

• 20% fav YouTuber

• 21% sleep or no sleep

• 22% can we be besties

• 23% most unforgettable experience

• 24% day or night person

• 25% money or love

• 26% when did you last fall in love

• 27% fav subject

• 28% first letter of your crush

• 29% fav color

• 30% fav animal

• 31% fav genre of music

• 32% allergies

• 33% sweet or sour

• 34% salty or spicy

• 35% worst experience

• 36% best experience

• 37% do you lie

• 38% fav sport

• 39% dream job

• 40% fav musician

• 41% fav aesthetic

• 42% pop or classical

• 43% fav composer

• 44% do you have siblings

• 45% fav singers

• 46% fav band

• 47% fav song

• 48% fav drink

• 49% fav meal

• 50% fav dessert

• 51% fav snack

• 52% partner in crime?

• 53% would you hug me

• 54% do you believe in ghosts

• 55% are you scared of anything

• 56% are you a ghoster

• 57% are you a sinner

• 58% do you hate your brother

• 59% do you hate me

• 60% do you love me

• 61% fav person

• 62% have you ever thought about someone

• 63% have you ever dreamt about someone

• 64% favorite country

• 65% do you have a crush

• 66% favorite item

• 67% fav subject

• 68% dream career

• 69% fav personality

• 70% fav animal

• 71% have you ever cried because of someone

• 72% what's your addiction

• 73% what's my biggest dream

• 74% fav phone brand

• 75% fav movie

• 76% fav movie

• 77% fav movie genre

• 78% Good or bad student

• 79% quiet or noisy

• 80% would u give your life to someone

• 81% when you are jealous do u show it

•82% are u toxic

•83% lunchtime or snack time

•84% how many siblings do u have

•85% any questions

•86% any questions

•87% worst thing u done

•88%-100% any questions

[musingsoflulu]

Mountain Lakes 100 Race Recap

"I've always just looked at 100 miles as life in a day. You have all the trials and tribulations of a life in one day." - Ann Trason

I accomplished a very big thing this past weekend. It was one of the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, but what a privilege it is that I was able to choose to do this hard thing.

The day started off at 8 AM along the buttery Pacific Crest Trail and winding back around Timothy Lake. We couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day and the forest provided shade and some views of Hood through the trees. I saw Keiren around mile 7 at the first aid station and we did a little dance and hugged before I continued moving. The next 24 miles were spent listening to a throwback Thursday playlist @katherine-withak put together for me and talking with people on the trail. I went into the race with a goal of getting sub 24 hours (sub 14:24 min miles) which was ambitious but didn't feel impossible after speaking with Anna Mae. I started off conservatively, averaging 11:00-12:00 min miles, knowing that I would slow down later on in the race and also lose time at aid stations. I ended up running with a group of infectious disease docs/professors from Seattle for several miles before I landed at mile 31 to see Logan, Mom, and my uncle David again.

We spent a total of 13 minutes tending to my feet, refilling my pack, taking in some Tylenol and salt tabs, and slathering my legs in diclofenac gel before I set out again. Unfortunately, in the midst of all the chaos, I forgot my phone with Logan and couldn't listen to any more music until I saw them again at mile 57. This stretch was tougher (more ups and downs vert wise) but legs were still feeling pretty fresh and I was in good spirits. Passed a "Disco and Dad Joke" aid station, heard a few dad jokes that were just as bad as you'd expect. Saw an amazing sunset over Mount Hood National Forest. Didn't realize how low I was on water and ran out with about 4 miles to go before I saw my crew again. Made it through though and came into the mile 57 aid station at around 8:00 PM.

I was feeling much worse at this aid station. Getting ready to run for hours alone in the dark felt daunting. My feet had started to develop some nasty blisters and my shirt/sports bra were soaked with sweat from the day. I had packed a long sleeve shirt and spare sports bra, but had completely forgotten to pack a spare short sleeve shirt. My uncle David gave me the Under Armour shirt off of his back and it made all the difference having dry clothes on. We slathered my legs in diclofenac gel again, popped two Tylenol, filled up my bag with all the caffeinated things, and I set out into the night.

Miles 57-83 consisted of me going through most of the aid stations again (this part was an out and back). The climbs were hard. I was very tired, mentally and physically, and had been up for almost 24 hours at this point. I started getting paranoid about mountain lions following me while I was alone in the dark. Every shadow scared me. Every time my life hit a reflector on a course marking, my heart skipped. But another playlist that Kat made me got me through it and I kept repeating the mantra that Alli told me before the race- "It's not always. It's just right now." I said this to myself over and over and over.

By the time I got into the mile 83 aid station, I was still 40 minutes ahead of schedule for my sub 24 hour goal. Mom, Uncle David, and Logan were pretty dialed at this point, lightened my pack for the last 18 miles. Crew was very limited and so many of my friends couldn't be there in person. Logan showed me videos they all created to encourage me - Claire, Mindy, Kirsten, Alli, Dani, Kat, Tay, Bronwyn, Alex, Anne Mae. So much support, so much love. It was completely overwhelming. I was finally able to pick up Keiren at this time to pace me. She was so encouraging, distracting me with stories about her time in the Alps this past month and holding me steady as I went uphill. I had knots in my right calf and left quad that wouldn't go away and every step uphill hurt badly.

Once the sun came up, I got a little bit of a second wind and saw the end was so close. I thought rocks on the trail were potato sacks. I told Keiren that I missed malls because they're so nostalgic. I'm sure I said other very silly things.

I heard the screams at the finish line and ran as fast as I could down the hill, trying to hold it together until I crossed at a time of 23:44. As soon as I did, I broke down crying, hugging Logan and my family so tight. I hugged the race directors, who handed me my sub 24 hour buckle. I hugged Keiren, who was also crying.

I think the most overwhelming part of running 100 miles is how many people were willing to help me get there. Running 100 miles is innately very selfish. Time is suspended and you are solely focused on putting one foot in front of the other. Not to mention the time it takes to train for one. Friends modified their schedules to get in miles with me. They sent me care packages and encouraging messages. My family flew across the country and spent 2-3 days helping me prep for and complete a 100 mile race, all while sleep deprived and jet lagged. Logan made dinner almost every night as I put in the miles after work, walked Harper every morning because I was too tired and needed more sleep, adjusted our weekend plans around my long runs, crewed for 3 days at Wonderland while I ran around Mt. Rainier with friends. He did all of this and never expected anything in return. The most selfless, giving partner I could have ever asked for. I just feel so lucky and so loved.

I don't really know what's next for me. I'm taking a break from training for a while and just plan on doing what feels good for my body and soul. Whatever the future holds, I've taken so much away from this entire experience.

#trail running #running #oregon

[astroandry]

To anyone who needs it, 100 Reasons to Stay Alive:

1. to make your parents proud

2. to conquer your fears

3. to see your family again

4. to listen to your favourite artist live

5. to listen to music again

6. to experience a new culture

7. to make new friends

8. to inspire

9. to have your own children

10. to adopt your own pet

11. to make yourself proud

12. to meet your idols

13. to laugh until you cry

14. to feel tears of happiness

15. to eat your favourite food

16. to see your siblings grow

17. to pass school

18. to get a tattoo

19. to smile until your cheeks hurt

20. to meet your internet friends

21. to find someone who loves you like you deserve

22. to eat icecream on a hot day

23. to drink hot chocolate on a cold day

24. to see untouched snow in the morning

25. to see a sunset that sets the sky on fire

26. to see the stars light up the sky

27. to read a book that chnages your life

28. to see flowers in the spring

29. to see the leaves change from green to brown

30. to travel abroad

31. to learn a new language

32. to learn to draw

33. to tell others your story in the hopes of helping them

34. puppy kisses

35. Baby kisses (the open mouthed kind when they smack their lips on your cheek)

36. Swear words and the release you feel when you say them

37. Trampolines

38. Ice cream

39. Stargazing

40. Cloud watching

41. Taking a shower then sleeping in clean sheets

42. Receiving thoughtful gifts

43. "I saw this and I though of you"

44. The feeling you get when someone says, "I love you."

45. The relief you feel after crying

46. Sunshine

47. The feeling you get when someone is listening to you/giving you their full attention

48. Your future wedding

49. Your favourite candy bar

50. New clothes

51. Witty puns

52. Really good bread

53. Holding your child in your arms for the first time

54. Completing a milestone

55. The kind of dreams where you wake up and can't stop smiling

56. The smell before and after it rains

57. The sound of rain against a rooftop

58. The feeling you get when you're dancing

59. The person (or people) that mean the most to you. Stay alive for them.

60. Trying out new recipes

61.  The feeling you get when your favourite song comes on the radio

62. The rush you get when you step onto a stage

63. You have to share your voice and talents and knowledge with the world because they are so valuable

64. Breakfast in bed

65. Getting a middle seat in a movie theatre

66. Breakfast for dinner

67. Pray

68. Forgiveness

69. Water balloon fights

70. New books from your favourite authors

71. Fireflies

72. Birthdays

73. Realising that someone loves you

74. Spending the day with someone you love

75. Opportunity to create meaningful and lasting relationships

76. Potential to learn, grow, and evolve as a person

77. Joy and Happiness in the little things

78. The power to inspire others

79. The ability to create art, music, and other forms of self-expression

80. To explore different cultures, traditions, and ways of life

81. To make a positive impact on the environment and help the planet

82. Experience the joys of parenthood and raise a family

83. Learn new things and develop new skills

84. Create a legacy that will outlive you

85. Being wrapped up in a warm bed

86. Someone's skin against yours

87. Holding hands

88. The kind of hugs where you can feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. The kind of hug where your breath syncs with the other person's, and you feel like the only two people in the world

89. Singing offkey with your best friends

90. Road trips

91. Spontaneous adventures

92. The feeling of sand beneath your toes

93. The feeling when the first ocean wave rolls up and envelops your toes and ankles and knees

94. Thunderstorms

95. Your first (or hundredth) trip to Disneyland

96. The taste of your favourite food

97. The child-like feeling you get on christmas morning

98. The day when everything finally goes away

99. Compliments and praises

100. To look on this moment 10 years time and realise you did it.

Credit to @mathew0 on youtube under the video "oneheart X reidenshi- Snowfall (slowed) (1 hour loop)" or https://youtu.be/_r0vlyp33pw 

#stay alive #100 reasons to stay alive

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 119. brb x oc

a/n: rooster is the best husband. reblogs and comments are much appreciated <3 thank you,THANK YOU for liking my fic

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none.

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He watched her from the doorway, gray sweatpants on, a white tee stretched on his shoulders and a pleased little smile on his face as Beatrice busied herself by heating up their dinner. He allowed his eyes to drop towards the fullness of her ass and the way those pants hugged the curve beautifully.

He tilted his head to the side, furrowing his brows, was her ass a bit bigger? Not that he’d complain if it was because he loved her butt, but he couldn’t help but look at it for a while longer. She did become curvier after having Nikki,which he also couldn’t complain about, she looked like those Roman goddesses of old with that banging body of hers.

But he just looked for a little while, then tilted his head the other way, smirking when he could see the line of her thong underneath the fabric, “Is that red?”

“Huh?”

He nods towards her behind,”Is it red?”

Beatrice furrowed her brows in confusion, then looked down at herself thinking there was some stain or maybe she got her period and wasn’t prepared for it, until she saw the sliver of red peeking from under her pants and laughed, “Oh, well, yeah,yeah it is.” she giggles, pulling her pants a little bit higher, “It’s very comfortable.’

“It looks comfortable.” he adds, stepping closer to her so he could hug her from behind, kissing underneath her ear and smiling when she leaned against him, “And it looks great to take it off too.”

“Roos…”

“Not my fault my wife is hot.” he replies,kissing her jawline with his arms holding her tighter against his chest, “What are you heating up?”

“Some of the leftovers from last night: chicken alfredo and some garlic cheese bread my mom brought over. It’s fresh and I’m just heating it up for the crunch.” she explains, letting his lips touch her skin and grin when she felt the mustache tickle her neck,”You are very touchy tonight.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, you are.” she turns her head towards him,”Not that I’m complaining,I love when you get touchy.”

“I know you do.” he nuzzles her neck, inhaling the lavender scent and smirking when she giggled over his touch, “I love getting touchy with you…and I don’t think I have a reason tonight,maybe I’m just happy with how everything is going.” he begins, watching her stir the fettuccine in the pot and hearing Nicole babble from her bouncer not too far from them,” I have a really good life,baby. And I’m happy…I’m happy with you,with Nikki,with the dogs.” his hands slid down to her stomach, “And for whatever kids come after our baby girl,I swear.”

Beatrice had to clench the spoon when he mentioned that, immediately panicking thinking he saw the tests.

But he didn’t say anything,he just nuzzled even closer to her, humming deep in his chest and inhaling her scent once more, “I’m so happy to hear that Roos.” his thumb rubbed circles on her stomach and she tried to relax a bit more, he didn’t know why she was nervous so there was no reason to give that worry any more thought.

He stood there, behind her, hugging her close and smiling with his eyes closed as she moved around the stove and she bit her lower lip, his hands were almost protecting her stomach.  He didn’t know…but maybe he should.

She shouldn’t hide things from Rooster, that’s not how they relationship was.

But she was nervous and scared…so maybe, later, later they could talk about it.

“Baby.” his deep voice murmurs on her neck, face slowly lifting to press kisses to her cheek,”You look worried.”

“I don’t want to burn this.” she lies quickly, turning off the stove once she sees it bubbling and blinking down at the pot,”Yeah,I don’t want to burn this.”

Rooster hummed against her neck, his hands only moving now that she turned the stove off and there was no heat directed to her middle. Beatrice smiles as she feels them dragging away from her body, giggling at the love tap he gives each buttcheek before he steps back and kisses her nape,”I’m going to put Nikki up.” he says, bare feet touching the tiled floor as he approaches their daughter.

Beatrice looks over with her eyes soft, seeing how he gently picked their little girl up - always lifting her higher than his own height, just to make her giggle and make her feel like she’s flying- then bringing her down to kiss those chubby cheeks and earn the cutest,most lovely giggle a baby could give.

He was a good father.

A wonderful husband.

She was just scared….for some reason. Mainly the guilt, mainly the guilt of being pregnant so soon. Wanting or not, it was her responsibility, she told him it was okay, there was no need to worry about condoms or anything of the sort, she was taking care of herself.

She looks down at her navel, trying to once again see if there was any difference and of course there wasn’t, she still had her rolls and nothing else. Her pants were still comfortable and not tight at all. She sighed, rubbing her face with both hands before checking on the rest of her dinner.

She was so focused on herself she hadn’t seen Rooster watching, which he always did, he loved to watch her. His brown eyes following the way her green ones seemed to wander off to the side - a telltale sign of her own overthinking - and her eyebrows were low and the frown she wasn’t aware of was more prominent.

He wasn’t sure what was going on in her mind, he thought that it was a good day - after all she spent more of it out and about with Nicole and Shells. But he knew Beatrice way too well by now - four years together does that - and he knew when she was thinking too much, possibly blaming herself for something she had no control over.

“Baby,I can set everything up for dinner.” he says after Nicole is on her seat, babbling and slapping her little hands on the tray repeatedly,”You can stay with Nikki.”

“Oh,but I can-” he cuts her off by kissing her lips, her body relaxing and eyes fluttering because he had that power over her, when he pulls back with the softest smacking sound Beatrice only stared up at him with her pupils wide, “...okay…”

He smirks, stepping aside to let her pass - not before slapping her ass on the way - so he could take over for her. He still watched her before she sat down next to Nicole, their baby girl squealing happily once she noticed her mother was there now. “So.” he begins, opening the stove to check on their chicken and garlic bread, “How was your day? With Shells?”

He hears the ‘pop!’ of the baby food opening and Beatrice’s reply soon after, “Oh it was fine, we uh, had to buy some stuff for her. She always forgets to buy the simplest stuff.”

‘Yeah,I know,gorgeous…anything else happened?”

“Um…” he smiles when he hears Nicole’s ‘om nom nom’ - she genuinely makes that sound and he didn’t know how to react sometimes, their daughter was too precious - “No? I mean,we had ice cream and Nicole tried to get a bite but she can’t have milk until she’s older,I’m sorry Nikki.”

“Baah!”

“I know, it’s unfair.”

Rooster places the steaming chicken in the middle of their table with the garlic bread right next to it, licking his finger when some of the sauce clings on it, “Anything else?”

Beatrice flicks her gaze towards him - he could see the layer of nervousness already taking over, something did happen but she wasn’t ready to share with him yet- “No…not really. We just…had fun together, oh! Well,there was an accident with a Lamborghini when we left the grocery store and the guy was pissed and the cops were called. I think it even showed on TV, Shells saw the cameras,I didn’t.”

“Hmhm.”

“What?”

He purses his lips, leaning down to kiss her temple,”When you feel ready,” he begins,”To share with me what’s bothering you, you know you can.”

And she looked so guilty that he almost retracted his statement. Her eyes were wide and her lips parted, she was holding the spoon - now empty - close to Nicole’s mouth but her daughter’s little burbling and laughing only made her notice there was nothing there…at all, “...I…”

“Baby,” he says, warmly and so kind, “Baby, when you are ready. Don’t force it out yet, okay?”

“...okay,Roos.”

“Good,I love you pretty girl.” 

“I love you too.” 

He kissed her forehead before placing everything on the table, sitting down next to Beatrice and holding her hand once he was close enough.

-

She managed to grab her bag late that night - it took some squeezing and moving her hand under the couch,even some help from Jolene.- But she got it. She was in the dark,using only her phone as a source of light because Rooster was upstairs, in their bedroom and Beatrice used the excuse of needing a glass of water to get out of bed.

He was already half asleep and she thought…even if he said she could, she was still nervous. But she trusted him, but she also was nervous…but she loved him…

But she was nervous.

“This is so stupid.” she muttered, standing from her kneeling position with her bag held tightly against her chest, “This is so dumb, oh my God,I should just tell him.” she hoped her whispers weren’t that loud as she made her way up the stairs, saying goodbye to Jolene when she settled on the couch.

The light in their bedroom was still on, he kept it that way so she wouldn’t fumble around in the dark - god he was so sweet. She peeked inside for a second, blinking when she saw his bare back looking at her, rising and falling with the gentlest of snores breaking the silence in their bedroom, “...okay.” she carefully walked inside, setting the bag in the chair and carefully opening it.

She bites her lower lip, keeping an eye on him at every little noise she makes, managing to grab the three pregnancy tests with her teeth clenched. The boxes rubbed against one another and it was…unbelievably loud, but her husband didn’t wake up.

“If he does he’ll understand.” she whispers to herself, her eyes kept looking back at him to make sure he was still asleep.

Beatrice chews her lower lip, carefully patting over to the bathroom and shutting the door quietly behind her. She splayed the pregnancy tests in front of her and chewed the side of her thumb repeatedly, looking down at the three boxes as if it was the end of the world.

Do it,bambina, you know he won’t be mad.He loves you.

“And I love him.” she replies to her own thoughts, still looking down at the tests, turning one of the boxes back and forth before sighing heavily. She paces a bit in the bathroom, holding her temples, her night shirt smelling like him and normally it’d make her calm down but she couldn’t.

“Okay,” she stops,closing her eyes and tenting her hands, “Let’s…explain why I’m so nervous about this.” she inhales, pressing her fingers against her lips, “Why am i so scared? Let’s find reasons for it, because there is a reason, there’s always a reason.” Beatrice goes back to pacing, eyes still closed as she tries to find the words.

“First of: Nicole is young. She’s six months old, we planned more kids but only when Nikki was older.” she mutters, furrowing her brows, “Secondly: I was responsible for keeping up with my birth control, not Rooster. The reason I might be pregnant again has to be because I messed up and since I know myself,I’m already blaming every single second out of it.” she sighs again, rubbing her face, “Third: his job, he’s already stressed enough with Nicole, having more kids now it’s only going to make him more worried and so that can make him lose focus- okay that’s a lie, he’d never lose focus because of that…”

Beatrice frowned, “I think the first two make more sense.” she murmured, sighing heavily and leaning against the wall,sliding to the floor and thunking her head against the wall, interlacing her fingers between her thighs. She could see one of the boxes peeking over the edge of the sink, she knew she had to do it…but she was also scared, extremely so.

She was already blaming herself, she already had her own doubts…and yet she knew she had to do this.

“I’m going to.” she couldn’t wait for the holidays any longer too, she had to do this now and get this over with. She had her eyes closed, too lost in her own thoughts to hear the sounds from the outside.

She didn’t hear Rooster’s sleepy tone calling her name, nor heard his footsteps approaching the door, nor the knocking. Her husband stood outside, still blinking hard because of sleep and confused as to why she wasn’t answering, knocking one more time before asking if he could get inside.

Again, no answer.

And when there was no answer, Rooster’s mind went to the worst scenarios.

Again he says her name, this time turning the knob and wincing over the fluorescent lights above his head, “Jesus-Baby?”

“R-Rooster!”

He finally sees her, on the floor, quickly trying to pull herself upwards and almost lunging at the sink, in fact she did lunge at the sink, covering part of it with her upper body. He just blinked, still trying to understand what was going on, then rubbed his eyes with a tired grunt,’What’s happening?” he asks, trying to figure out why his wife was almost climbing on the sink.

Beatrice’s voice is gone but she tries to speak only for her mouth to open and close.While trying to adjust herself on the sink, she hears it.

A paper thud hitting the floor.

And both pairs of eyes slowly turn to the sound. The very large, very pink ‘PREGNANCY TEST’ looks back at them. She clenches her eyelids, only to open her eyes when she hears nothing but Rooster’s breathing, he’s still looking at the box, clearly confused, a mix of sleep and bewilderment in his face. ‘R-Roos.” she doesn’t stop him when he leans down to pick it up, holding it in his hands.

He turns the box once, then twice, then three times. Then rubs his eyes, blinks, and leans his head closer, “...is this…a pregnancy test or am I dreaming?”

“I…” she licks her lips, laughing nervously, “It’s… actually three.” she leans back from the sink to expose the other two boxes.

She clenches her hands tight enough for the knuckles to turn white, waiting for his reaction. Something, anything.

Rooster is still staring at the boxes, his eyes slowly focusing on her and she could see those brown irises becoming more alert, “...why do you have three pregnancy tests?” he was still sleepy, she knew that, because his voice was still slurred.

“I…” she rubs her hands, “I…didn’t get my period…and…and I’m feeling kinda sick…so…I-I think,I thought it’d be good to test it.”

“But…aren’t you on birth control shots?”

She tried not to wince, he wasn’t being accusatory, he was just curious when he asked her that, “...Yes,I mean,I…I am but,it could fail…I think.”

And silence fills the bathroom again. She’s not looking at him, too embarrassed and scared to, so she had to speak to cover up the sudden shame that was covering her right now, “I know it’s crazy,I know it is Roos. But it’s just to be sure. T-That’s all,I don’t really think I am but y-you know–”

“Baby.” he stops her rambling when he touches her shoulder, setting the box aside. She slowly looks up at him, seeing those whisky colored eyes looking down at her with the gentlest smile on his face, “Baby,it’s okay.”

“It is?”

‘I mean, it’s not what I expected to wake up to.” he laughs, “But it’s better than thinking you were sick or hurt.”

Her cheeks flushed when he said that and she leaned on his touch as soon as his hand cupped her cheek, rubbing under her eyelid with such a gentle brush she almost didn’t feel it, “I guess so…I…how do you– are you okay with this?”

He flicks his gaze to the tests, then back at her, “...honestly,I’m still thinking I’m dreaming.” he laughs again, “But…if you are wondering if I’m okay with more kids…you know I am.”

“But…it’s so soon Roos,if I am–”

“Let’s test it first.” he cuts her off gently, “I don’t want you overthinking before it happens,gorgeous. Please…let’s test it, I’ll be more awake then hopefully. I might get some coffee downstairs.”

“You can go back to sleep.”

He snorts in disbelief, “I’m not leaving you here alone.” he says, “You look terrified and I don’t plan on going back to bed like that. Especially without you.” he kisses her forehead, “Let’s do one thing then, let’s go back downstairs: I get some coffee and you get some water just to keep the sleep away.” he hugs her to his side, kissing her scalp, “What do you think?”

“I think I’m an idiot.”

“You aren’t.”

“I still think I’m an idiot.” she murmured, “I…you are having the reaction I thought you would and yet I was scared.”

Bradley huffs a laugh against her head, kissing her scalp one more time, “Ah,gorgeous.” He gently guides her out of the bathroom, letting her hug his bare torso, “You are so cute, and not an idiot.” her little ‘hrm’ was his only answer, “How about I make you a nice cappuccino? Or hot cocoa? Do you want some?”

“...yeah…that’d be nice.”

“Let’s make that two, then,I can add some coffee on mine, it’s going to be good.” he smiles, taking her towards the staircase. Honestly he was still…digesting what Beatrice said. He still thinks he’s partially dreaming, because it was such a wild concept - another baby! So soon! - that his brain was taking longer to identify information so late at night. He kissed Beatrice’s head, however, as soon as they reached the bottom floor, smiling when he just hugged him tighter. 

Dreaming or not…it’d be nice either way.

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