#judge paloma

[scifidancer]

Michael Beach and Armin Shimerman in the same episode of the series THE ROOKIE.

#stargate actors in other roles #michael beach #percy west #armin shimerman #judge paloma #the rookie #stargate atlantis #colonel ellis #stargate sg 1 #the nox #anteaus

[intriga-hounds]

larkspur vs. ponzu

#video #ponzu #11 months #larkspur #4 weeks #paloma at the end is judging hard #auntie sauce

[smittenseraphim]

tagged by @godsopenwound to post the top 7 songs from my on repeat playlist :)

the fruits - paris paloma

god hear my plea - starberry

king - florence + the machine

i / me / myself - will wood

inbred - ethel cain

hungover in the city of dust - autoheart

cocaine jesus - rainbow kitten surprise

tagging :

@oleander-moon @m3d1c4l @notmoonphased @hannibalussy @seraphicvirtues @nicosraf

#tagged #are y’all gonna judge what i listen to #<\3 #paris paloma #starberry #florence and the machine #will wood #ethel cain #autoheart #rainbow kitten surprise

[konigsblog]

virginity loss

alejandro x fem!reader

kinktober masterlist. (day 6)

warnings: soft, slow sex and gentle love making. teasing and virginity loss. dom!alejandro x virgin!f!reader.

telling alejandro you were a virgin for the first time felt almost humilating. you expected to be judged, mocked or laughed at for explaining that you'd never been fucked before, or ever made love. but, he shocked you — by smiling and holding your hand tightly, giving a few squeezes and whispering lowly in your ear.

“está bien, paloma. lo tomaré despacio.” (that's alright, dove. i'll take it slow.) he muttered quietly in your ear, taking you to the bedroom in bridal style while peppering your faces with soft kisses.

and, although, he teased you, he didn't make you uncomfortable. asking you if you liked what he was doing, and making small jokes to brighten your mood. his face buried in your neck, your sweet essence familiar to alejandro. soft hair between his fingers as he nestled them into your hair, slow and sloppy thrusts making you moan and arch your back.

your walls tightened around him, soft sounds of pleasure making your eyes glossy and causing you to bite your lip through desperation. two fingertips rubbed at your sensitive clit in circles, small and soothing circles making you gasp, his hand replacing yours as he praised you for taking him so well.

“aren't you doing so well, princess?” alejandro asked, kissing your temple as he fucked his lengthy dick further into your pussy. sloppy and full. he didn't ram or rut, instead, grinding his way inside, his leaking tip nudging against your cervix.

alejandro took it slow. sensual words making you closer to your orgasm, and those loud moans encouraging him to continue. you came around him, thick veiny cock covered in sweet cum, and your bodies glistening with sweat. spurting ropes of his load all over your stomach, forehead to forehead.

#orla speaks #call of duty modern warfare 2 #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #kevin alejandro #alejandro vargas #alejandro cod #alejandro call of duty #alejandro mw2 #vargas x reader #alejandro vargas cod

[t4yce]

PALOMA  • drag race belgique 2.01 guest judge

#paloma #drag race france #drag race belgique #rpdredit #rpdr #drag race #gif* #drbe2

[sunkissed-zegras]

𝐞𝐯'𝐬 𝐚𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 !

requests are always open for AU thoughts + blurbs! please send in as much as you want, i don't care about spams <3

𝐀𝐔'𝐒 !

⇨ delicate | jack hughes x singer!fem!oc

Libby Turner-Fallon is a singer and vlogger who recently went through a messy breakup with a popular actor. She has been under the spotlight since, every move she makes is scrutinized and judged by everyone. She had been in spotlight since she was young but it had never gotten this bad. Suddenly, things get even more out of hand when a photo of her talking to someone is leaked, leading everyone to speculate she is dating a hockey player. After a draft after-party, another picture is leaked and everyone and their mom thinks it's Jack Hughes. But the thing is, she's never spoken a word to him. Well, before he messages her of course.

⇨ jump then fall | single!dad adam fantilli x nanny!oc au

Adam Fantilli, a rising star in the world of NHL, faces the challenges of unexpected fatherhood. After getting drafted to the Columbus Blue Jackets, he realizes he won't be able to take care of his daughter, Paloma and work on his career. Luca, his brother, suggests hiring a nanny and after much convincing, he reluctantly hires Cece, a college student who used to nanny for one of his teammates.

⇨ zegras' have more fun | zegras!sister au, luke/jack hughes x fem!oc

navigation | masterlist

#─── ☾ sunkissed-zegras navigation #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl #hockey #nhl oneshot #nhl fanfiction #hockey fic #jack hughes #adam fantilli #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #jack hughes x reader #adam fantilli x reader #nhl imagines #nhl hockey #nhl angst #nhl players

[if-mirrormine]

sandcastles

summary: for their first date, grayson takes paloma to the beach to recreate the first time they met.

pairing: grayson x paloma (f!oc)

word count: 970

as one of the winners of my valentines giveaway, this drabble is for @frutillia! the artwork was done by @softfairies, who is very cool and also proofread this for me so yk,,, go support her :)

paloma sits restlessly in the passenger seat, glancing between the road ahead and grayson next to her, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel along to the beat of the music playing in the background. she doesn't recognise the artist, but her best friend seems to be a fan of the acoustic melody and raspy vocals. she still can't quite wrap her head around it; she used to know everything there was to know about the man and now she finds herself getting to know him all over again. so much has changed and yet not enough, especially not the butterflies in her stomach anytime they're together. but then again, it's finally their first date; she's allowed to have butterflies.

she clears her throat, shifting in the seat to turn her body towards him and he tilts his head towards her to show he's listening. "so, um... you haven't told me where we're going."

keeping her eyes on his face, she watches as his cheeks begin to turn red.

"it's a surprise," he says softly, almost as if embarrassed by his idea and before she can come up with a reply, he reaches over the center console to take her hand in his.

"okay," she agrees, her own face getting warm and she gives his hand a gentle squeeze. the drive continues in comfortable silence and its not long before grayson pulls the car to a stop in an empty parking lot, the beach front sprawling out in front of them.

she glances at him curiously but he only smiles back. climbing out, he rounds the front of the car to open her door for her, refusing to listen when she insists she can do so herself, and he makes sure to grab a backpack from the backseat before taking her hand once more. she follows along as he leads her down the sand, the waves lapping softly at their feet.

"if i had known we were coming to the beach, i wouldn't have worn jeans," she jokes and he glances down, sheepish.

"sorry," he says before looking at her again, a smile curling on his lips. "but i'm hoping it's worth it."

"what is?"

squeezing her hand, he slides the backpack off his shoulder. "since it's our first date," he says as he begins to pull open the zipper, "i thought we could maybe build a sandcastle."

he pulls out two plastic buckets and spades, and she feels as if her heart swells in her chest. judging from the size and bright colours, it's obvious that they're cheap children's toys but it doesn't really matter. not when it's with grayson.

she smiles back at him, overwhelmed by the amount of love she feels for him in that moment, and she reaches for a spade. "just like when we met," she says softly, running her thumb over the groves in the handle. when she glances up at him, she finds him watching her with a hopeful look on his face. "i think it's perfect."

his shoulders sag with relief and he pulls her into his side, pressing his lips to the crown of her head as if its the most natural thing in the world. she sinks into him, breathing him in and longing for more, but he lets her go all too soon.

"so, paloma," he states. "tu veux construire un château de sable avec moi?"

she laughs. "of course."

grinning, he sinks to his knees on the sand and she follows suit. together, they build in silence, though as the castle grows, she notices him paying more attention to her than the task at hand.

"you know, it doesn't count if i do all the work," she chuckles and he shakes his head as if to shake himself from his staring only for his eyes to lock back onto her face almost immediately.

"sorry," he says but she can tell he doesnt quite mean it. "i'm just not fully convinced this is actually happening."

she can't help but frown. "what do you mean?"

"that you're here, real and in front of me, for starters," he replies and her stomach twists at the thought of their time apart. "and that you agreed to go out with me. i never thought you would."

"i never thought you would," she says. "i've had a crush on you forever."

a bright smile unfolds on his face that she finds contagious. "who knew we were such idiots?"

"i think everyone but us," she quips and when he laughs, she realises just how much she wants to make him laugh for the rest of time. and without really thinking, she says the words she been wanting to say for lifetime. "i love you so much, gray."

as if a switch has been flipped, he launches himself at her and her squeal of surprise is effectively cut off when he kisses her. full of passion and years of pent up longing, it only takes them a few seconds to get lost within each other. it feels like an eternity when they pull away and simultaneously not long enough. he presses his forehead against hers; his hands gently cupping her face, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones. she thinks she could lose herself in the warmth of his gaze until he speaks. "i love you too, paloma. forever and always."

feeling suddenly shy, she glances away, turning her head to the side and catching sight of the heap of sand that used to be their castle. "looks like we'll have to start again," she pouts and he glances briefly at the castle ruins before kissing her cheek.

"i'll do anything you want me to," he states. "especially if it means i get to kiss you again."

"grayson?"

"yeah?"

"kiss me again."

he's all too happy to oblige.

#bestie asked for fluff and kisses #and who am i to say no #:))))) #mm: grayson #mirror mine

[veryveryberry]

eurovision acts name meanings bc im bored

please correct me if im wrong

solo artists !

gustaph (stef caers) : crown in a fortress

andrew lambrou : strong and brilliant

reiley (rani peterson) : joyous song sung by the son of peter

alika milova : most beautiful happiness

käärijä (jere pöyhönen) : spear holding ruler

la zarra (fatima-zahra hafdi) : captivating independent flower

iru khechanovi : citizen with strength

victor vernicos : just conqueror

diljá pétursdóttir : born in heart of her parents, feeling

luke black (luka ivanović) : light of his father, ivan

noa kirel : motion on the wall of god

marco mengoni : of mars (mengoni was found at foundations of venice)

monika linkytė : advisor

parsha parfeni : pure admiration

mia nicolai : moon for the victor of the people

dion cooper : follower of dionysus, someone who makes wooden vessels

alessendra mele : charming defender of mankind

blanka : fair

mimicat (marisa mena) : of the sea, mena is a topographic name

theodor andrei : manly gift of god

remo forrer : dweller at the waterfall from rheims

blanca paloma : white dove

mae muller : may miller (yes, literally)

brunette (elen yeremyan) : torch that the lord exalts

loreen (lorine talhaoui) : laurel plant that bares fruit

albina kelmendi : white and merciful

groups/duos !

voyager

daniel estrin : star judged by god

simone dow : listen to the dark haired [girl]

ashley doodkorte : ash meadow (couldnt find doodkorte, but i did find he is like my 4th cousin)

alex canion : defender of humanity on a footpath

scott kay : pure man with a shield

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teya & salena

teodora spiric : gods gift on a spire

selena-maria edbauer : hesitant moon and star of the sea

-

turalturan x

tural bağmanov : to be alive with creativity

turan bağmanov : dedicated to turan (the goddess of love in etruscan mythology), or the land of tur, creativity

-

let 3

zoran prodanović : to sell till dawn

damir martinović : one who gives peace and is the son of martin

dražen baljak : emotional beloved

matej zec : the rabbit is a gift of god

-

vesna

patricie fuxová : noblewoman

bára šůstková : innocent

olesya ochepovská : girl from the forest (they mean the same thing)

markéta vedralová : pearl

tereza čepková : playful harvester

tanita yanková : giant daughter of yanko

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lord of the lost

chris harms : bearing christ’s army

class grenayde : peoples victory

gared dirge : rules by the spear, hymn of mourning

pi stoffers : swimming pool, bearer of christ

niklas kahl : bald person of victoy

-

sudden lights

andrejs zitmanis : brave

kārlis zitmanis : strong

mārtiņš zemītis : of mars, samogitian

kārlis vārtiņš : strong giver of roses

-

wild youth

david whelan : beloved & joyful

conor odonohoe : lover of hounds whom is brown haired

callum mcadam : dove, son of adam

ed porter : prosperous guardian of the gate

-

the busker

david meilak : beloved admirer

jean borg : god is gracious in a castle

sean meachen : god is gracious, meachen is topographic

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piqued jacks

andrea lazzeretti : manly who has help from god

francesco bini : mosest free man

tommaso oliveri : twin olive

marco sgaramella : of mars

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joker out

bojan cvjetićanin : battle on veliki cvjetnić

jure maček : farmer cat

kris guštin : follower and servant of christ

jan peteh : god is gracious, rock

nace jordan : fire is dissipating

-

tvorchi

jeffery kenny : peace & handsome

andrii hutsuliak : manly outlaw

#eurovision #gustaph #albina kelmendi #brunette #voyager eurovision #teya and salena #let 3 #andrew lambrou #vesna #alika milova #käärijä #la zarra #lord of the lost #diljá #wild youth #noa kirel #marco mengoni #sudden lights #monika linkyte #the busker #pasha parfeni #alessandra mele #mimicat #luke black #joker out #blanca paloma #loreen #tvorchi #mae muller

[clarepreed]

Slip and Fall

Short Story Summary and Content: 4,518 words, female victim, on-site drowning and resuscitation.

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“I’m not sure I can jump that.” Ellie peered across the water, trying to judge the distance between boulders.

Mateo stepped up next to her, waving to his sister and brother-in-law on the opposite bank. “Paloma made it, and she’s a little shorter than you. Why don’t I go first, and then I’ll make sure you don’t slip off when you land?”

Ellie was quiet for a few seconds, so he turned to look at her. Her eyes were unfocused as they looked down at the water. She wasn’t an athlete, he’d grant her that, but she was able-bodied and slim, and he didn’t see any reason why she couldn’t make it. He did feel bad that it was making her anxious, however; he wanted her to have a good time, and she had been up until that point. 

He definitely didn’t blame her for being anxious; there’d been a lot of rain recently, and the body of water was swollen and rapid.

He reached out and gripped her shoulder, rubbing his thumb across her collar bone. “It’s okay,” he said. “We can hike back to the parking lot and take that other trail. We’ve hardly started this leg. Paloma and Josh won’t mind.”

Ellie blinked and shook her head, a strand of hair slipping free from her pony tail. “No, I can do it. I’m just being silly.”

He stepped closer and kissed her temple, then reached up to smooth the curl behind her ear. At this distance he could make out the constellation of faint freckles scattered across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. “You’re sure?”

She nodded and offered him a brave smile. “I’m sure. I’m going to back up some so I can run, though. And yeah, please go first. In case I trip or something. Or overshoot.” That last bit was said with a wink. 

She’s so beautiful, he thought. And a very good sport.

“Want me to take your pack?” he asked, reaching for the small, golden yellow day pack she was carrying. She nodded, smiled, and rewarded him with a quick kiss.

“Alright,” he said, turning back to grin at her from her position on the riverbank. “Here I go!”

He jogged a few steps forward and then jumped across, making sure to land toward the middle of the boulder. The landing jarred his bones, and he turned, trying to keep the ruefulness out of his smile as he waved at Ellie. She didn’t need to know the landing made him feel closer to fifty-seven than thirty-seven. He took a step toward the edge of the rock and held out his hands.

Ellie nodded, tugged at the hem of her terra cotta-colored puffer vest, and then took off. She’d probably backed up farther than she needed; her boots splashed in the mud before she hit the rock. She ran across the top, moved to leap from one boulder to the next. Instead, her foot slipped off the edge, dumping her backward onto the rock, arms flying up. She landed hard, legs dangling off the edge, and he heard a sickening crack and a wheeze as the wind was driven out of her. Then she went limp and slid off the rock and into the water.

“ELLIE!” he shouted, shocked at how quickly this was happening. The current carried her unconscious body downstream before he could move. He finally reacted, dropping both packs onto the rock before throwing himself in after her, hands outstretched, trying to grasp her before she was carried too far. 

He belly-flopped, graceless, splashing in nowhere near close enough to grab her. He thought he heard shouting, but he couldn’t spare anyone else a glance as they were both carried downstream. He tried to swim faster than the current was carrying them, his eyes never losing sight of that orange vest.

Ellie’s downstream progress was halted by the branches of a low-hanging tree. She got caught up in it, and he was able to reach her, one hand grabbing the biggest branch above his head to anchor himself, the other darting out to snag the back of her vest. He yanked her backward toward his chest, trying to pull her face out of the water with the same gesture. The smaller branches poked him in the face, scratching across his cheek. He ignored them, quickly releasing his grip on her vest so he could snake his arm around her chest, tipping her head back against his shoulder.

“Ellie!” he shouted, trying to get a look at her face. Her skin was already pale, her features slack. Her eyes were cracked open just a hair, but he didn’t think she was conscious. He shook her, but she didn’t respond. “ELLIE!”

He gripped the branch hard, using his strength to pull them both toward it, then released the branch, quickly lunging for a point closer to the shore. He caught it, barely. He took a deep breath and did it again. He was about to go for a third lunge when he heard Josh shouting from above him. His brother-in-law was laying on a nearby rock, hand outstretched. Then he spotted Paloma on her knees next to him, ready to help.

Mateo lunged once more, caught himself, and felt his feet brush the rocks and sand on the bottom. “I’m going to shove her toward you!” he shouted, and he saw Josh nod and stretch out both hands. He released the branch, planted his feet, and then grasped Ellie under the arms. He heaved her out of the water and toward the other man, thrashing as he staggered forward. Her head sagged backward and her wet, stretched out curls hit him in the face.

Josh and Paloma dragged her out of his hands and up the side of the rock.

In the minute or so it took Mateo to climb out, Josh had her flat on her back and was kneeling at her head, carefully thrusting her jaw up. He scooted around and leaned his ear close to her mouth, his fingers pressing into the pulse point in her neck. Mateo crawled over to them, just in time to see Josh lean down, pinch her nose closed, and breathe into her.

“I don’t have a signal!” he heard Paloma shout. She was standing back, cell phone in hand.

“Paloma!” Josh barked, his commanding tone nothing like his usual speaking voice. Mateo wondered if that was how he spoke when things went sideways during his work as a firefighter. Josh gave Ellie another breath and said: “Run back to the trailhead. Drive until you get a signal or get to the ranger’s station. Tell them one victim, drowned, with a head injury, in respiratory arrest. GO!”

Paloma blanched, staring down at Ellie, but she only hesitated for a few seconds before she turned, thrashing through the scrub toward the trail.

Meanwhile, Josh was breathing for Ellie. Her eyes were still cracked open, glinting through her eyelashes. But she was motionless aside from her chest rising and falling with each forced breath.

“What c-can I do?” Mateo asked, his heart pounding and an icy feeling settling in his stomach.

“Grab my pack,” Josh said between breaths. “Just behind you.”

Mateo complied, dragging it close.

“Small compartment. Plastic case.”

Mateo handed him the small plastic case and Josh popped it open, revealing a CPR pocket mask. He slipped the elastic over Ellie’s head and pressed the mask over her nose and mouth before leaning over and giving her a breath through the valve. He gave her several more breaths before he pulled the mask to the side and leaned close to her mouth again, his fingers pressed to her neck.

Several seconds passed, and he pressed the mask to her face and gave her another breath. Mateo watched Josh unzip her vest and lean close to her ear.

“Ellie! Take a breath!” He called, his voice loud. Then he pressed the knuckles of his fist between her breasts and dragged them up and down for what seemed like a long time before shaking his head and giving her another breath. With her vest open, Mateo could see her stomach was bloated.

Mateo reached out and picked her limp, cold hand off the rock and clasped it hard in his. “Ellie! Please, just breathe!”

She didn’t respond, accepting Josh’s regular breaths without resistance.

“There’s a shirt in my bag,” Josh said, before giving Ellie another breath. “She’s bleeding.”

Mateo put her hand down gently and found the shirt. He scrambled around to the top of her head, looking for blood. Sure enough, there was a bloodied section of wet hair just to the right of her pony tail. He didn’t wait for Josh to give him instructions; he carefully pressed the shirt against the blood, using his other hand to keep her head steady.

“Breathe, cariña,” he said, and heard the beg in his voice.

 This went on for another minute before Josh pressed two fingers into her neck. Then he reached down and pressed two fingers to her wrist. 

“What?” Mateo asked, seeing Josh shake his head.

Josh adjusted the tilt of her head before giving her another breath.

He didn’t respond to Mateo; instead, his brother-in-law let out a rush of air, shook his head again, and then took a deep breath so he could give it to Ellie. He was holding her jaw carefully, making sure he maintained the seal on the mask. Every so often, he checked her pulse. 

Josh was in the middle of one of his cycles of breaths when Mateo realized Ellie’s skin was turning gray.

“Josh!” Mateo exclaimed. “Is she turning blue?”

Josh immediately pressed fingers to her neck and her wrist. He held them there for ten seconds before cursing.

“Dammit, Ellie!” Josh straightened up and clasped his hands together, pressing the heel of his hand down between her breasts. Then he started compressions, deep and fast. Despair sank down onto Mateo’s shoulders as he realized this meant her heart wasn’t beating.

Mateo had never seen CPR performed in real life. The procedure wasn’t anything like movies or even CPR classes led him to expect. Josh was caving in her chest, only for her ribs to spring back up each time he rose off her.

No, no, no, Mateo thought, staring down at his girlfriend as her shoulders shook and her feet rocked. She didn’t want to jump, and I talked her into—

“MATEO!” Josh was shouting at him, and he got the impression he’d been trying to get his attention. “Twenty-nine, thirty!”

Josh leaned over and gave her two breaths before starting again with compressions. He made it to the tenth before Mateo heard a crunch. He flinched, and when he looked up at Josh, his brother-in-law was grimacing. Despite this, he continued exactly as he’d been going, forcing her chest down and releasing it over and over again.

“Next time I hit thirty, I need you to take over breaths,” he said. Sweat had sprung out along his hairline. “Can you do that?”

“Y-yes!” Mateo removed his hand from the t-shirt and moved around to her other side. Her head and shoulders were rocking in time with Josh’s compressions, and he realized there was foam coming out of her nose and mouth underneath the mask. He looked up at Josh. “Is that normal? The foam?”

“Yes, it’s okay. Breathe!”

Mateo grasped her face, trying to make sure he kept her head tilted back, and wrapped his lips around the valve. When he breathed into the mask, there was a slight delay and then her chest rose. It fell when he broke the seal to inhale. He gave her another breath.

He looked down at her, listening to Josh count as he thrust his hands into Ellie’s sternum. Mateo ran his thumb across her cheek, sweeping away droplets of water that had run out from underneath the mask.

“-twenty-eight, twenty-nine-thirty! Breathe!”

As Mateo gave her breaths, Josh was pressing his fingers against her carotid. “After this cycle, we switch,” he said, moving his hands back to her sternum.

Mateo gave him a panicked look.

“—ten, eleven, twelve—I will make sure you do it correctly—sixteen, seventeen, eighteen—”

Sure enough, when Josh hit thirty, he shifted over and gave her two breaths. Mateo jerked himself forward and over her, clasping his hands together and settling the heel of his hand between the hardened dots of her nipples, visible through her shirt. Josh pushed Mateo’s shoulders over his hands and said: “Two inches!”

“One, two, three…” Mateo counted as he forced his girlfriend’s chest down over and over again. The movement felt horrible and violent, but he reminded himself that it had to be, if she had any chance at all. He heard his voice crack and told himself to stop thinking. “—twenty-nine, thirty!”

Josh’s breaths were over quickly, and Mateo was back to compressing Ellie’s chest. 

By the time they reached the end of five cycles, Josh told him to switch off again. His arms burning, Mateo leaned over and gave her two breaths, watching her chest rise and fall. Josh continued the merciless assault on her sternum.

“One, two, three…”

Abruptly, Ellie made a gurgling sound and water surged up into the mask, carrying with it bits of trail mix and breakfast. He jerked the mask off her face, the elastic tangling in her hair, and Josh reached over and directed her face to the side. Mateo watched him sweep vomit from her mouth with his finger before he returned to chest compressions.

“What—”

“She’s not back,” Josh said, his voice gruff. “People can vomit when you’re resuscitating them. You have to keep giving her breaths.”

His hands shaking, Mateo pulled the mask free from her hair and pressed it back to her face, breathing into her when Josh said: “Thirty!”

“There’s more… resistance,” Mateo said, giving her another breath and finding it difficult.

Behind them, Mateo heard something large crashing through the scrub, accompanying by hard breathing. Paloma suddenly dropped down beside him, swinging a black duffel over Ellie and dropping it next to Josh.

“Called... parking lot,” Paloma gasped. “Ranger… coming… ambulance… soon.”

Then she turned away from them and threw up. 

Mateo couldn’t spare much attention for her, though he could hear her breathing hard and spitting.

“Switch with me,” Josh said. He glanced off to the side. “No, Paloma, I meant Mateo. You need a minute before you can help. Just sit and have some water.”

They switched, and Mateo was back to crushing Ellie’s chest. “One, two, three, four—”

“Not quite so fast,” Josh said, unzipping the duffel. “And come all the way up each time so her heart can refill with blood.”

Mateo adjusted his technique. She was so petite; he worried he was doing her permanent damage, assuming she survived. “Six, seven, eight, nine, ten…”

Josh had set the mask aside and come out with a case of a plastic pieces with flared ends. “This will help with her airway until the ambulance gets here,” he said, measuring one of the pieces against the side of her face. “Don’t stop compressions.”

“…eighteen, nineteen, twenty…”

Josh opened Ellie’s mouth, slid the plastic piece between her teeth and then twisted it. The flanged end rested against her teeth.

“…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty…”

Josh grabbed something else out of the duffel and Mateo heard the rustling of plastic as he continued pressing her chest well past thirty. Then Josh had a bag-valve mask in his hands, which Mateo had seen on television. He pressed the mask to her face and Mateo stopped his desperate assault, watching as Josh squeezed the bag twice.

Then Mateo was back to performing chest compressions. “One, two, three, four, five, six…”

There was the unmistakable sound of a vehicle driving up the trail. This portion, up until the river, was wide enough for a vehicle, though the trailhead was blocked by bollards and a fence.

“Has to be the ranger,” Paloma gasped. “They would have the key for the post at the trailhead!”

“…nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four…” Mateo heard a car door slam. “…twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”

As Josh squeezed the bag, Mateo heard footsteps in the scrub. Then it was time for him to do chest compressions again. He glanced up briefly when a female ranger dropped to her knees across from him.

“…five, six, seven…”

“I brought an AED, EMS should be here in five minutes, give or take, they’re just up the road. What happened?” She unzipped the AED case and started setting up the device.

“…sixteen, seventeen, eighteen…”

“She slipped, hit her head and fell in. We pulled her out but she was already in respiratory arrest. Lost her pulse about seven minutes ago.” Josh responded. 

“…twenty-seven, twenty-eight…”

“You an EMT?” The ranger asked, pulling out a pair of medical shears.

“Connect pads!” The AED commanded.

“Firefighter,” Josh said, squeezing the bag. “She’s my future sister-in-law. Ellie.”

The ranger nodded and leaned over Ellie, making short work of her wet shirt and bra. When she peeled back the layers, Mateo saw an angry red bruise over Ellie’s sternum. The ranger dried off Ellie’s chest with the dry side of Josh’s bloody t-shirt.

Then it was time for him to press his hands to that bruise and make it worse.

“One, two, three…”

“Connect pads, plug in the connector!” Chimed in the AED. The ranger worked around Mateo’s hands, applying one pad to Ellie’s upper right chest and another just below her left breast.

“…fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…”

“Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient.”

“Hold compressions,” Josh said, squeezing the bag. Mateo lifted his hands.

“Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient.”

“Paloma, do you remember how to use this mask?” Josh asked, squeezing the bag again.

“Shock not advised. Resume CPR for one minute.”

Mateo followed directions. “One, two, three...”

To his left, Paloma and Josh switched places, Josh adjusting her grip on the mask and talking her through its use.

“…twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”

Paloma squeezed the bag, and Ellie’s bruised chest rose.

“Sit back,” Josh said. “I’ll take over compressions.”

Mateo scooted down toward her legs. Shortly after, they began to sway as Josh hammered rhythmically on her chest.

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…”

He didn’t know what to do with his hands; he knew he probably shouldn’t touch her, so they went to the back of his head, gripping hard at his hair.

“…twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”

Paloma dutifully squeezed the bag. She’d been crying, but now her eyes were dry and focused.

“One, two, three…”

Ellie’s abdomen bulged grotesquely with each compression, and her ribcage and cartilage still occasionally popped and cracked. He’d noticed the compressions got easier as time passed, even though his arms ached.

“Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient.”

Josh lifted his hands and looked at Paloma. “You can give her breaths while it’s analyzing.”

Paloma squeezed the bag.

“Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient.”

Another breath. Mateo realized Ellie’s nipples had gone purplish and stiff.

“No shock advised, resume CPR for one minute.”

“God DAMMIT, Ellie!” Josh’s outburst, accompanied by the resumption of his chest compressions, made Mateo flinch. “Where is that ambulance? She needs meds! Fuck!”

“Are you okay to continue?” The ranger asked. Her eyes were kind, belying the sternness of her tone.

“Yes.” Josh was still compressing Ellie’s chest. “Yes. Sorry. You and I will switch after the AED kicks in again. Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty…”

Mateo didn’t know when his tears had started, but they were running down his cheeks now. He reached out and squeezed Ellie’s hand hard before releasing it. 

She isn’t going to make it, he realized. We weren’t close enough to the help she needed.

I shouldn’t have convinced her to jump.

He’d planned to propose that summer, had a ring he was paying off at a local jeweler. Ellie had previously told him she didn’t need a ring, but that if it was important to him, she did have some preferences. The ring actually was important to him, even if it was the last vestige of old traditions that he mostly didn’t adhere to.

She’d never even see it, and for what reason?

He covered his face in his hands and let out a sob.

When the AED next chimed in, he made himself pull his hands down far enough to look at her. He did feel a duty to remain present, to not check out. To stick with her to the bitter end.

“Shock not advised. Resume CPR for one minute.”

She still looked like herself, despite her gray skin and the bruises. Her hair was starting to dry and curl up around her face. He could see her chipped nail polish, and her purple boot laces.

“…ten, eleven, twelve…” Counted the ranger, her fresh arms producing effective, hard compressions.

Josh reached over and grabbed Mateo’s arm. “There’s still a chance, Mat. The paramedics can do things for her that we can’t.”

Mateo wasn’t sure if he meant it, and when he looked up, he saw Paloma staring hard at her husband, as though she was trying to decide the same. Then she nodded, noticed Mateo watching her, and nodded again.

A few seconds later, two paramedics rushed out of the scrub and to Ellie’s side. One of them immediately identified Mateo as the loved one and ushered him a few more feet away, as much space as the brush would allow.

“This is Ellie. Thirty-four, hit her head and drowned,” he heard Josh say. “Respiratory arrest followed by cardiac arrest approximately fourteen minutes ago. AED has not advised any shocks.”

Everything became a blur. He heard words like “monitor, intubate, and epi.” Paloma was relieved by Josh, and she hurried to Mateo’s side, grabbing his hands and murmuring a prayer under her breath. A high-pitched whine rose over everything.

Soon, Josh was sidelined while the medics removed the plastic airway and used some kind of metal device with a light in it to help them guide in a tube. Mateo didn’t know what any of it was called, but he recognized that they were intubating her. They inserted an IV and pushed medication. He heard the Velcro of a blood pressure cuff. The ranger was squeezing the bag now while one of the medics performed chest compressions.

Josh was suddenly beside him, speaking quietly. “They do chest compressions after injecting the medication because that will circulate it. The epinephrine will help her heart get to a rhythm that they can shock. They might give her other drugs.”

More time passed. One of the medics was cutting off the rest of Ellie’s clothing. He covered her lower half with a blanket, though Mateo had no idea where the blanket had come from.

A couple of minutes later, and they injected more medication into Ellie’s IV. Mateo watched as the medics switched off just like he and Josh had. One of them used a device with a canister and a tube to suction her lungs. They pushed more drugs and switched off again. This time, he noticed one of the medics pried open Ellie’s eyes and flashed a penlight across them.

“Sluggish,” the medic said.

Another round of drugs and they switched places. Mateo wondered how much her body could take. Or her brain.

One of the medics suddenly reached over and pointed at the monitor. “V-fib!” The medic exclaimed, sounding surprised.

Mateo watched as they placed two floppy, bright orange squares on Ellie’s chest. 

“They’re going to use the defibrillator now,” Josh said.

Mateo’s ears were ringing and everyone sounded like they were speaking underwater. He watched as one medic performed furious chest compressions until the other approached with the paddles, and then both the first medic and the ranger raised their hands. The medic with the paddles pressed them to the orange squares. Ellie jerked, and then one medic pressed his fingers into her neck and the other pressed two fingers into her inner thigh.

The medic with the paddles shook his head, and the female medic leaned in, pressing down on Ellie’s chest for ten seconds until she leaned back again and the cycle was repeated.

This time, after the shock jerked Ellie’s chest and flicked her limbs, they administered more medication and returned to cycles of chest compressions and breaths.

“They’ll shock her again,” Josh said, sounding far away.

He was right. The medic performing chest compressions leaned back, the ranger disconnected the bag, and the medic with the paddles delivered a third shock. The medic’s defibrillator must be stronger than the bystander AED, he thought, watching her body jerk.

The medics pressed their fingers into her pulse points and stared at the monitor.

This time, they seemed excited by what they felt. Mateo blinked at the monitor, which was no longer screaming, and looked over at Josh.

Josh turned to him, grabbed him by the upper arms, and shook him.

His hearing roared back as Josh was saying: “They got a pulse, Mat! Mat, she has a pulse!”

The ranger was still squeezing the bag, but the medics had stopped compressions. He felt lightheaded. Mateo could see the purple marks between her breasts every time her chest rose. One of the medics took the place of the ranger, pausing his squeezing of the bag and looking down at Ellie’s chest for several long seconds before nodding and squeezing the bag again, this time seeming to take cues from whatever he saw when he looked down.

“She’s making some respiratory effort,” the medic said. “Ellie? If you can hear me, the tube down your throat is helping you breathe. You had an accident. We’re taking care of you and we’ll take you to the hospital soon. Your friends are here with you.”

The other medic looked up, stethoscope pressed to Ellie’s chest, and made eye contact with Mateo. “Boyfriend… you can come hold her hand for a few minutes until we are ready to move her.”

“We can take the back seat out of my SUV,” the ranger was saying.

Josh had to help Mateo crawl over to Ellie.

Ellie’s hand was still very cold when he took it between his hands. “Can she hear me?” He asked, his voice hoarse.

“She may hear you, but she won’t react much.” The medic squeezing the bag said. “You should say whatever you need to say. Do you understand?”

Mateo nodded.

Josh and the female medic were talking quietly, and he heard “fragile” and “could crash again.”

Mateo took a deep breath and squeezed Ellie’s hand.

“I love you.” His throat immediately spasmed, and he cleared it hard before he could speak again. “I love you. I want you to stay. I want to marry you. And… and, Ellie, I’m so sorry.”

Tears ran hot down his cheeks. 

“I love you,” he choked out. “Forgive me.”

And then, in his hand, he felt the tiniest twitch of her fingers.

#female resus #resus writing #cpr resus

[goodold-fashionedlovergirl]

The whole jury topic hasn’t left my head, so I thought I’ll put my notes down here.

I've also put down who the German and Austrian jury was (not names but jobs) so I'd be interested if anybody knows who was in your countries jury and if it's as imbalanced as the ones I found.

So my first opinion is that I am not against jurys overall, however, I think they need an overhaul.

Jurys exist because some time ago people said that Eastern European countries just give each other all the votes and this is unfair. That is obviously not true and also Juries don’t stop voting blocks (looking at you, Greece and Cyprus).

In my opinion, the role of the Jury should be an impartial judge of the music that is presented, and give votes to the countries that send songs that aren’t very accessible to a viewer when you hear it the first time.

Technical the jury has a set of things they should look out for when voting:

Vocal capacity of the artist(s)

Performance on stage

Composition and originality of the song

Overall impression of the act

For example, The Swiss song Watergun was memed because a Swiss guy sings about not wanting to be a soldier. He won’t be because he is lucky enough to live in a country that is historically neutral. As a viewer, you think this is silly and make jokes. You might get turned off from voting for him because you disagree with the message that he sends out. If you are in the Jury of a country this shouldn’t matter. You should have heard the song, and thought “This man has extremely good vocals, I’ll mark him up for that”.

(Also, not sure if everybody is aware of that: the jury doesn’t vote on the same show we saw on Saturday - there is a Jury Finale the day before. Apparently, Norway had some troubles with her vocals on that day which is why she got a lower score.)

I’m also gonna say this: the categories mentioned above absolutely do not warrant Loreens incredible lead in the Jury votes (as a reminder, she had 340 points. Israel the second placed only got 177 points) I don’t think a 163-point difference is that fair, what did Loreen do that was so much better compared to Noa Kirel? The stage show was impressive for both, I don’t think either of the songs was particularly original.

On the other hand, Blanca Paloma from Spain only got 95 points. Eaea is a song that I had to listen to about 6 times before it clicked for me, so it’s not a very accessible song. However, she has amazing vocals (I’d go so far to say she was the best female vocalist on that day), and the staging was great. To be honest I thought she would be in the top 3 of the jury vote just for that.

This is why I’m now thinking that the Jury didn’t do the job that I think they have. I did a quick google and found out about some of the juries of the evening:

Austria:

Editor of a radio channel (Alternative/ pop is mainly played there)

A music journalist

A journalist for the culture editorial office

A Schlager singer

a bass player for a pop band (that was a bit hard to find as the first thing you find of this guy is that he makes lamp)

Germany: 

an actress/singer who was in Eurovision in the 70s, 

a pop-singer and songwriter

a music agent who got started as the drummer in a pop band 

the singer of a pop band who was also in the talk of representing Germany this year

the head of music of a radio channel - from a quick google search the radio station mainly plays pop

5 people 4 of them are in pop music. Not quite diverse is it?

I have also looked if I can find who was in the Swiss jury this year but didn’t find anything yet. (I looked for the German-speaking countries, as I am German speaking)

However, just from the 2 juries, I think I know where one of the problems is: they are extremely pop music focused.

To get a meaningful jury vote, I would love to see some diversity. Get songwriters in there. Or maybe a theatre director? All countries have a national opera, I’m sure some staging driector could judge on the performance on stage. A vocal coach who isn’t just in pop music. I also think that 5 people isn’t big enough to get the diversity you need. Make it 10 people! And don’t add people who are on a radio station, they will vote for what they can play.

Also why I am not about to say that the jury needs to be abolished completely, this is the Televote only score:

Blanca Paloma is an incredible singer as already said - it’s just not a song you hear once and love immediately. Also, I may be biased but Austria doesn’t deserve only 16 points. 

Unfortunately, the running order has a big input into the Televote score. Example: maybe you are still out, come home late and decide to switch on Eurovision during song 10. Or you just forget what song #5 sounded like.

Some of you might take notes for every song and decide who you call for after careful consideration. I can say that I don’t do that, I have my favourite that I vote for and I’ve decided that a few days if not weeks before the show.

But I don’t think the jury should have so much power. I think a 75 % public vote and a 25 % jury vote would be fair. This way the public that pays for every vote is more powerful, while songs that could be overlooked by the general public can still get a shot.

#eurovision #esc #jury votes #i hope this is the last post

[hoodharlow]

Concept : Paloma judging Joe’s house decor lol and the structure of the house.

Paloma slipped on Joe's shirt and went out to the kitchen to get some water. He was fast asleep. They went to sleep after their third round but Paloma woke up thirsty. She got her water and walked around his living room.

It was her first time actually taking in his place. Whenever she's over they usually go straight to his bedroom and don't come out until Paloma has so go bsck to her apartment to get ready for work.

His apartment was pretty bare and minimalistic the opposite of hers. Her apartment was filled with things and looked lived in. It was full of color and life unlike Joe's. Though on things he got was a beautiful view of the night sky through the large wall-length windows.

"Thought you snuck out." Joe yawned.

"I got thirsty...sorry I should've asked."

"Nah, help yourself to whatever you want." He waddled and grabbed glass of water for himself.

"During the summer, the sky is more clear." He commented.

"Yeah that's cool." She nodded. She picked up a small football statuette and put it back, unimpressed.

"What are you thinking about?" Joe asked.

"Your place is..."

"Boring?" He filled in for her.

"I wouldn't say boring but if you wanna say boring then we'll go with boring."

Joe chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm in the process of changing some things. Maybe paint it."

"Oh, good," she dramatically sighed in relief.

#joe burrow #joe burrow concepts #nattinatalia 😌😌😌 #jess 😌😌😌 #roa concepts

[kikufuku01]

I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 7 Too Much to Drink ♡ ♡ ♡ Part 8 Alcohol on Your Tongue series m. list

Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated!

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, sneaky drinking, slight teasing, drvgs, sexual tension

Note: I’m sorry if it’s hard to read! The format might be ugly and not spaced out enough, but none of this is proofread and it’s transferred from my google docs!

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Loud music blares through the air, blending in with the scent of musk and sweat. Loud laughter and drunken conversations are lost and muffled through crowds of bodies while Sukuna’s lips curl into a seductive smile as he watches a group of women in the club. They’re practically tipsy, on the verge of being drunk. Their previously styled hair is tossed and tussled while their party outfits are wrinkled and crooked, a sign of constant movement. In his eyes, he sees a fat tip, so he makes sure to keep an eye on them. He’s done this a number of times, so it’s easy to lure them. With just a single glance, he’s caught the big fish, the prettiest woman of the group. Red, blue and green lights flash onto his skin that bears a sheen layer of sweat. His button up shirt is completely undone, and he wears nothing underneath, revealing the muscles of his chest and abs while his gelled back hair is slightly undone. She smiles eagerly and gathers her things, leaning in to tell her friends to go to his area, the bar. One thing about this club he works at is that they hire people with looks. That’s their first priority, since it brings in more money.

Sukuna hands another customer their order and then proceeds to do his job all while maintaining eye contact. The woman and her friends make it over, immediately taking the seats. She bats her false lashes at him, “a paloma for me.”

“Right away, sweetheart.”

He types in her order to start her tab and then prepares her drink, mixing in the tequila, lime juice and grapefruit soda. It’s a simple girly little drink but who is he to judge? He slides the glass over to her and begins making her friends’ drinks.

“What’s your name?”

“Sukuna.”

He purposely licks his lips to gain her attention and it works like always. Her eyes linger on his glistening lips and she can’t help but gulp, “Sukuna,” she repeats, now leaning on the counter, “you’re pretty handsome.”

“Of course I am,” he boasts, shooting her a wink.

He finds it ridiculous that this stupid shit works all the time. And maybe it’s the effect of liquor that makes these people so desperate, but he really can’t talk either since he does this shit for extra cash. He makes sure to serve all his customers with the same small flirting, but he makes sure to give this woman special attention, from lingering gazes and subtle touches. When he’d slide a drink over to someone near her, he’d make sure his hand grazed hers and then he’d smile that cunning smirk of his. She’s obviously reeled in. After ordering a few rounds of shots for her and her friends, she reaches over to grab his hand that rests on top of the counter.

“When’s your break?”

She’s quite bold. Pretty reckless. Her nimble fingers push her curled hair back as he finishes off his other customer. He looks at the time and then his co-worker, “I can take one right now if you want.”

“Great.”

He hands her the tab and she pays. Then, she slides him a pretty little stack; one he takes with ease. Sukuna walks over to the other bartender and tells him that he’s going on break. Just like that, he leaves the bar and walks up to the woman who discards all of her friends. He wraps his arm around her waist and drags her somewhere else, but not before turning back and shooting a wink at her group of friends.

Sukuna has never done it. He’s never gone that far with any of his customers. He takes her to the back alley of the club and leans her against the brick wall while his left hand trails from her thigh up to her hip. She has a pretty little silver dress on. It makes her stand out a lot, almost like a disco ball. He likes the way the sequin feels beneath his fingertips too, but his face remains the same, like a mask as he takes her in. She breathes harder just from the anticipation and her arms come up to wrap around his neck, “kiss me.”

It’s a demand he usually does easily. He had no problem at all before so why would he have one now? Sukuna chuckles deeply and leans down, hovering just above her lips. All he has to do is kiss her. He already got the tip, so just kiss her. When she notices that he’s taking too long to connect, she moves towards him, only to have him pull back. Why can’t he kiss her? Why can’t he do it? The woman chuckles, “oh? Don’t tell me,” Her right hand trails down from his neck to his crotch, “guilty heart?”

She grips him and laughs to herself. Not because he’s not hard but because she can tell he’s just massive based on how he feels soft. She coos at him gently as her eyelashes flutter seductively, “what’s wrong, baby? You in a relationship? Guilty of cheating?”

“Nah,” Sukuna sniggers, “I just realized you ain’t my typa gal.” He digs into his pocket and hands her back the stash of cash, “maybe you can try again with my other buddy behind the counter.” With that, he leans down and plants a teasing kiss on the top of her head before pulling the heavy metal door open and going back inside.

Fucking bitch. It’s because of you, isn’t it? You’re playing with his money, you know that? You’re messing with his snack money. Not that he needs it, but still. Irritation rises in his chest as he moves to the back where all the other staff reside. The boss spots him and shakes his head, “bad day?”

“Something like that.”

“Here, this always calms you.”

Sukuna looks at the small bag he holds out and takes it, “thanks.”

He digs in the bag and takes a pill, dry swallowing the bitter thing. He washes down the aftertaste with a can of beer. What did he ingest? Molly. This is a side you don’t see. This is the version of him that you don’t know of. You already think he’s bad as he is, so would you think he was helpless at this point? Thing is, he’s been doing this for years, even back in high school. He hasn’t consumed molly as often in his adult years, but he still does every now and then. It’s horrible, he knows, but who fucking cares. It makes him feel great inside.

“You haven’t been coming into work lately. Something happen?”

His boss sits down on a leather seat as he eyes him with his dark eyes. Sukuna shakes his head as he patiently waits for the pill to kick in, “just been distracting myself with other things.”

“Why’re you even here, kid? You’re loaded.”

He takes out a cigarette and begins smoking on the floor. His shined shoes are glistening under the dim lights as he taps his foot to the muffled beat from the other side of the door.

Sukuna just shrugs, “dunno.”

“It’s not too late to get your life together, you know? You can still do other things.” He picks up a glass and stirs the drink around with a circular motion, “you’ve still got a long life.”

He barely laughs at his boss, “I’m much too lazy to do anything else.”

All his boss can do is share an empathetic expression. About half an hour has passed and the drug begins doing its work. Sukuna’s vision is blurred; It’s like he’s seeing tunnel vision while his pulse races his heart. The music’s vibrations dance around him as he continues to make drinks for drunk customers all while all his senses become heightened. Sukuna feels fucking euphoric and it’s the most amazing thing ever. He doesn’t even remember coming back home. He can’t remember showering or even getting in bed, but apparently it all happened because he’s staring at his ceiling, and it’s spinning.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna’s eyelids pull open and he realizes that he’s in his bedroom. It’s empty and dull. His first instinct is to text you, but he refrains from doing so. Instead, he gets up and gets ready for the day while his head pangs from last night’s consumption. His throat is so dry that it hurts to swallow so he sits at the table while the housemaid pours him a glass of water.

“You can leave for the day.”

Sukuna decides to scroll through his phone for any news of some sort. He takes the time to quickly reply to both you and Kaede before getting to his other friends who have been trying to get in contact with him. Apparently one of his friends is throwing a party soon and the only reason why that caught his attention is because you keep bothering him about one. Do you seriously want to go? If so, he guesses he can bring you around just for the experience. Maybe after experiencing one, you’ll never want to go back. He titters at the idea, even though he knows he’s damned. Sukuna has no idea why you want to party, but he’ll always give in to you, even if you won’t ever feel the same way.

He walks with a baseball cap on and enters the shop with a stoic expression. His usual cold face breaks as he sees who he’s meeting up with today, “hey, Kaede.”

“Took you long enough,” she huffs, offering a cute pout.

Sukuna sits across from her and picks up the drink that she had ordered for him, “sorry, I missed the bus.”

They spend their day exploring all around Tokyo while Sukuna smokes until his lungs suffocate. He texted you the details about the party but made sure to tell you not to mention anything to Kaede. It’ll be bad enough having to watch over you, so he’d prefer if Kaede didn’t know. Something that does make his chest weigh down is your reason for wanting to party.

Halfie: I just want to hook up with someone. I don’t know how I feel about Kazuya, but in case I do decide to date him, I want to make sure I’m ready in all ways.

Halfie: Sorry if that was tmi. You asked, so I provided an answer.

Kaede leans down and pokes her head into his line of vision, “are you coming?”

“Right,” he mutters, standing from his spot. Kaede said that they could watch movies together at her house, in her room, so that’s where they’re going. Although he does the same thing with Kaede as he does with you, it doesn’t feel the same. With you, his heart is always racing and pounding, and he finds himself thinking about the stupid things. With Kaede, he finds comfort in being able to relax. He’s able to just chill and watch whatever is on the screen. Cookie points go to Kaede, since she’s not as annoying as you. You’re always feeding him better though, so cookie points for you too, maybe.

Kaede goes into the house first and then opens her bedroom window after a few minutes pass by. He crawls in with ease and settles into her bed as soon as possible. Her bed is way bigger than yours, the sheets are silk, and the room smells like lavender. Kaede’s color scheme for her room is violet and cream, and he thinks they complement each other well. He still prefers your room though. It just feels more… homey? Is he being biased? Probably.

Due to Kaede’s easily spiked fear, they decide not to watch horror movies. They spend most of the night watching romcoms, pure comedy and some romance. It’s easy to watch movies with Kaede because they can both talk and focus on the movie at the same time. With you, he can’t fucking focus. You talk so fucking much. All. The. Time. But, as annoying as you are, Sukuna always finds himself answering you every time. Besides, sometimes it’s him that is the talkative one. Kaede is currently bawling her eyes out at the current scene.

“Stop being such a crybaby,” Sukuna laughs.

He reaches over to her and wipes at the fallen tears. Kaede sniffles softly and points at the screen, “but this scene is so sad! She can finally see again but she can’t recognize her lover since he just disappeared and suddenly reappeared.” More tears slip past her eyes as she speaks, “like, she massaged his back in the hospital and her hands recognized him, but his name was different because he never told her his real name–”

“I get it,” Sukuna cuts Kaede off and proceeds to laugh at her. He doesn’t understand the point of crying about a movie. It’s all fake anyway. He cocks his head to take a better peak at her and offers a small grin, “you already know they’ll end up together in the end. Why cry about–”

Kaede sits up in the bed and clamps her hand over Sukuna’s mouth, “shh! Shut up! The other guy just told her he bought the night jasmine!”

Sukuna’s eyes shift from her to the tv. It shows the female lead slowly realizing the situation and now she’s running on the streets as she cries to her heart's content. He’s not fazed in the slightest, but Kaede is. She stretches her hand out to her bedside table and grabs a few tissues to wipe at her nose and tears. A sympathetic laugh comes from her, “she just realized it was him! Noooo~”

She doesn’t want to face Sukuna. She can’t. She’s afraid she’ll look stupid for crying so hard at the movie. Sukuna remains silent as he watches the film and he smacks Kaede’s shoulder at the upcoming scene, “see? She fucking found his ass. They’re together, now stop wailing.”

Kaede slaps his arm back weakly and lets out a new stream of tears, “stop making fun of me…” Her eyes flick to the screen again but she looks away immediately, “oh no! Now she’s touching his face like she did when she was blind. It’s all too sweet. Now kiss! Kiss…”

They don’t. The movie ends with the couple hugging and then the credits begin to play. Sukuna leans back into the bed and chuckles at the mess that Kaede is, “you’re such an ugly crier sometimes.”

“That’s so rude,” she barely argues, a whimper falling from her lips towards the end.

What time is it? Sukuna looks at her digital clock and gasps softly when he realizes the time, “I’m gonna go now.” He lifts the blanket off of him and is already throwing his legs off the bed, “see ya.”

“You’re going home already?” Kaede’s hand grips his wrist with gentle firmness, “it’s not that late.”

He’s thinking about you again. Fuck. He hasn’t seen you all day and has barely texted you at all. He’s not even sure if you’re aware that he’s here. He knows that he didn’t say anything to you but he’s not so sure on Kaede’s end. He takes his phone out, “yeah, but–”

“I still wanted to watch all these other movies with you.” she looks at him with puppy-like eyes, “do you really have to go?”

He’s always stayed later at your house anyways, so this should be no different. And it’s only eleven so, he shoves his feet back into the sheets and fixes himself, “I suppose not.” He points a stern finger at her, “they better be good movies or you would have wasted my time.”

Kaede clicks her tongue at him in offense, “don’t be mean!” She exits from the previous rented movie, “you didn’t like ‘Always’? I thought it was a great movie. A real tearjerker.”

“It was interesting. A little slow but still good.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Kaede yawns first and begins to stretch her body a bit while still laying down. They were so caught up on movie marathons that she had completely lost track of time, so she peeks at her phone, “oh, when did it get so late?”

Her question gains his attention and he too, looks at the time. 3:37am. His eyes widened a bit at the lost track of time, “shit, I gotta go home.”

Sukuna gets out of bed to rearrange his wrinkled clothes before leaving but Kaede flips the lights on and sits up straight in her bed, “just sleep here tonight.”

Though that’s an offer he’d usually never mind with you, he’s never actually stayed over at Kaede’s like this. Sure, he doesn’t care about your boundaries, but Kaede is different. He’s not sure how, so don’t ask him. She just is. He looks back, “I wouldn’t want to intrude or make you uncomfortable.”

Kaede giggles out loud while making a sarcastic face, “you already laid in bed with me to watch movies.” Her hand taps the spot he was in previously, “if I was uncomfortable then none of that would have happened, Sukuna.”

He doesn’t really answer her. He spins around to meet her eyes but stays quiet so she puts on a more serious face. One that lets him know she’s being serious, “the trains and buses have stopped running, and I’d feel bad if you had to walk home in the cold. Besides that, I’d feel worse if you had to wake your chauffeur up at this hour to come get you.”

She does have a point. He usually wouldn’t care about his chauffeur but he’s feeling kind of lazy too and he’s beat from all those movies. He remembers to keep his voice low in case there are any family members awake at this hour for god knows what, “you sure about this?”

“I don’t see why not.”

He thinks about it once more before finally giving in, “alright.” Sukuna crawls back into bed and rubs his eyes, “g’night.”

Sukuna pulls his phone out and begins to text someone. It interests Kaede, so she leans over his shoulder to snoop, “what’re you doing?”

“Texting y/n.” His reply is curt and monotoned.

Kaede’s eyebrows raise with surprise, “she messaged you? At this hour?”

“No,” a small smile creeps up on Sukuna’s face as he thinks about your sleeping face, “but I always tell her goodnight.” And he never once mentioned to Kaede that before sending you a goodnight message, he sent a short, detailed text about how he and Kaede spent the day together and now he was spending the night because it was too late.

“Oh…” Kaede’s voice dies down a bit but she playfully shoves Sukuna, “you always leave me on read. Even worse, delivered.”

This time Sukuna laughs with her, “I send you a message back sometimes. You should be grateful.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever, big boy.”

Kaede sticks her tongue out at him and reaches over towards the lamp, “go to sleep.”

“Night~” Sukuna sings in a mocking tone, which earns him another smack. He rubs his back, “ouch. See? That’s why you don’t get goodnight messages back.”

She giggles while the lights turn off and then lays in bed. It’s silent between them now with only small shuffling as background noise. Sukuna has his back facing Kaede and he’s still awake. He’s tired, yes, but he’s not sure if he should sleep yet or not. About ten minutes pass and that’s when Kaede shifts in bed once more.

“Sorry, but, can I hold you to sleep?”

Sukuna’s voice gets caught in his throat at her sudden request. He knows what he feels for you. He knows that he’ll burn for feeling this way, but he can’t help it. You’re just so annoying, always infiltrating his mind. Is it okay for Kaede to hold him? He doesn’t belong to you. You don’t belong to him. Matter of fact, you’re not even interested in him, despite your odd behavior and slight hints of jealousy. You don’t even see him as a man, and you’re talking to someone else. Oh, and to make things worse, you want to party and mingle. You want a quick hook up so you’re prepared for pretty little Kazuha. Ugh, that pipsqueak. He knows his name isn’t Kazuha, but he doesn’t care to fix it. Just thinking of all these things has Sukuna feeling ugly inside, so he shoves them aside and hums softly, “hmm, go ahead.”

He feels her arms snake over his waist and she shuffles closer to him to feel his body heat against her skin. He notes how she still keeps a safe distance between them, unlike you and him, then he focuses on himself. His heart doesn’t pound erratically for her and it’s not making him feel any special way, but sleeping doesn’t feel as lonely anymore so he finally closes his eyes and falls asleep.

Sukuna wakes around 7am and finds that he and Kaede are still sleeping closely. He has one arm wrapped around her while her head lays on his chest. He’s not too sure when they ended up in this position but it’s comfortable. His eyes close for another second as he considers sleeping for a bit longer, but he knows he has to leave soon, so he carefully removes himself from her arms and gets ready to leave. But first, he checks his messages.

Halfie: Sounds like you had fun.

Your text sounds bland. There’s no emotion to it. Don’t ask him how he knows that, okay? He just feels like it is. If anything, you almost seem bitter. Are you upset? Okay, if he had to be realistic, you probably don’t give a shit in the end. He’s only reading it that way because he wants you to behave that way. He decides to leave you on read and listens closely to the household for any sign of someone being awake. When he hears nothing, he leaves from her bedroom window.

If only he knew that when you woke up this morning to his texts, a part of you swelled and your eye twitched. All the more reason for you to disregard the weird things you feel when he spends the night with you. You were beginning to think that the reason you can’t like Kazuya is because you’re too close to Sukuna; and it appears he’s like that with just anyone, so you can’t understand why he sounded so offended that one time you asked if he ever slept at Kaede’s. You know what? You’re crazy. Just focus on your mission! If you go to the party and hit it off with some man, then that means you just see Kazuya platonically, no matter how hard you try, and that you spend too much time with Sukuna, so it makes you confused.

♡ ♡ ♡

The day has come. You’ve been curt with your responses to Kazuya lately, but it’s so you won’t feel as bad. Of course, you’re not obliged to him in any means, but it still feels wrong. You feel like you’re cheating, even when you’re translucent with your uncertainty about romantic feelings. It’s normal to feel this way in any circumstance, right? Okay, whatever. There is something bothering you deep inside. You’re not sure if you’re in denial and are just choosing to be blind, but you’ve been feeling a bit shallow. You’ve caught yourself giving glares or odd looks towards Sukuna and Kaede, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re upset at how close they’ve become that you’re now sometimes excluded, or if it’s because you’re still jealous that he smiles so kindly at her. He doesn’t have a stupid nickname for her, still. And he still calls you halfie. It’s a bit irritating to your soul. Okay… maybe it’s because you don’t feel special anymore. Before, it was just you and him. Now it’s you three, and that’s not bad, it’s just harder to keep up with them because you’re also busy with Kazuya. Kaede has met him numerous times, but Sukuna is still yet to meet him officially. It’s because he’s mean and brutally honest. The man can act, for sure if he wanted to, but you just can’t trust that he’d be all smiles and giggles for Kazuya. And now he sleeps over at Kaede’s place too. Sure, it was once, but once can turn into many more, so you no longer feel special. It’s stupid right?

Your thoughts are interrupted when your phone buzzes. It’s Sukuna telling you that he’s almost there, so you send him a short reply and continue to get ready. Your makeup is softly dramatic, your rust velvet cami dress is skintight against your body, long enough to just barely cover your ass and your hair is left as it is. Oh, and even though Sukuna argued for you to not wear heels, you do so anyway, making sure to grab the crocs he bought just in case.

You may have lied to your parents and said that you were going out to dinner with the girls, but they don’t have to know. With that excuse, they easily let you slip out of the house in your attire and you quickly run to the gates to get in the car. He’s dressed nice as well. If you were crazy, you’d openly say that he looked yummy. Good thing you aren’t! He tells his chauffeur the address and the ride begins. There’s an instrumental playing from the chauffeur’s radio station choice. It doesn’t calm your nerves at all. You’re fidgeting in the back while Sukuna watches you.

“Just letting you know, I’ll be watching over you. All night.”

“I know,” you sigh, finally looking him in the eye.

You see the pendant dangling from his neck and smile to yourself, “but I think you should take this as a chance to mingle too. I feel like it’d be good for you.”

Sukuna’s jaw clenches, “I’d rather make sure you were safe. I’m the one bringing you to a party full of strangers.”

Right, anything could go wrong. Maybe it is better for him to babysit you all night. What started off as a nerve wrecking night soon became one you could relax in. The vibe was chill and you enjoyed the company of others, mainly because everyone was friendly and not in a pushy way. There was, however, a certain man looking at you throughout the whole night and no, it was not Sukuna. Another reason why you might feel more at ease is because you’ve been drinking. How? Okay, Sukuna won’t let you smoke because he argues that it would ruin your insides, right? Isn’t alcohol just as bad? It is. But! He was willing to let you drink under his supervision, and you didn’t have too much– or so he thought. When he was too caught up in catching up with his other friends, you’d sneak drinks with the other women you met there. It was fun! The experience was extremely different than you imagined and now a part of you could understand why Sukuna might like this kind of setting or even indulge in liquor. You always ask him to let you try smoking but he’s always batting you away, so maybe after this, he’ll finally teach you how to smoke. You’re just curious, that’s all. But, all those secret shots might’ve been a big mistake because you’re starting to feel a little loopy. In a good way, at least.

What you were originally here for was to test if another man could woo you, but you’re too immersed in partying with these strangers, both men and women, to care at the moment. A good thing is that you stopped taking shots like, twenty minutes ago? The conversations become muffled as you try to focus on your own vision. The girl that is drunkenly talking to you is talking about more shots but you pout at her, “sorry, I promised my friend I wouldn’t drink too much. We’ve already snuck so many shots, I can’t.”

“Exactly!” She boasts, a dopey smile on her lips, “we’ve already snuck so much. What’s one more?”

She’s already shakily pouring another round of shots, so you give in and grab your glass, “cheers to you~” you shout in sync. Your glass clinks against hers and you bring the little cup up to your mouth to drink, but a big hand grabs your wrist and they snatch the drink right from your hand.

“Hey–” your new friend shouts, eyeing the mysterious man. Her tone softens when she recognizes him as the friend you came with, and she mouths a short “shit” at you. You glance up at Sukuna and grin when he downs the shot for you.

“That was mine.”

“Now it’s mine,” Sukuna grins back.

There’s something off about him too… What the fuck? When did he get drunk too? You’re thinking back to when he kept getting swept away from you by his other friends and come to the conclusion that they must’ve peer pressured him into drinking, even when he wasn’t supposed to. And if he isn’t drunk, then he’s at least tipsy, given how laid back and smiley he is. You’ve never really seen drunk Sukuna before and he’s never seen you drunk before, so this should be interesting. Funny at most. You turn to your friend and pat Sukuna’s back, “this is my friend, Sukuna. He looks big and mean, but don’t worry, he’s big and mean.”

“What??” She bursts out laughing at your introduction but shakes his hand anyway, “I think y/n might’ve forgotten my name, so let me introduce myself. I’m Imai Emiyo.”

Sukuna holds the glass out, “great meeting you. Pour us a shot.”

Emiyo grabs a different bottle of liquor and pours herself a shot first and then fills the shot glass that Sukuna has to the brim. Your eyes follow him as he drinks half the shot. When he swallows, his left hand comes to grip your face and he squishes your cheeks, making you look like a fish.

“Your turn.”

Before you could think properly, he poured the rest of the shot into your mouth. The only person laughing along with you two is Emiyo because everyone else is so immersed in themselves or other people. After a few more minutes of talking, Sukuna drags you into the living room area. It’s more crowded than the kitchen but it’s not too bad. You’re currently standing against the wall with Sukuna in front of you.

“You know,” you start, speaking slowly to make sure you make sense, “I never asked if you were single.”

To be clear, you don’t know what you’re trying to say but you do at the same time. Well, you know what you’re trying to get at, but you’re not sure if you can deliver it correctly in this state. Does any of that make sense at all? Even you can’t understand.

Sukuna’s lip curves into a sly smirk and he steps a bit closer, “so, you wanna try asking me now?”

He’s taking on a playful tone with you, so you decide to too. Your head leans back against the wall and you tilt it while keeping eye contact, “are you single??”

Sukuna lets out a maniac chuckle, “do I seem single?”

See, this is where he confuses you. You know jack shit about Sukuna and he’s both hot and cold at times. “I dunno,” you lilt, “you’re all reserved and shit. Who knows, this whole time you could’ve had a girlfriend while I was with you like,” you pause for dramatic emphasis, “almost every day.”

All he does is laugh at your dumbness. He finds it cute, almost.

“Don’t laugh at me. What if you were in a long-distance relationship this whole time?”

Your concern seems valid enough, but it still is funny to Sukuna, so he decides to keep on teasing you. With a wide smile on his face, he goes on, “I might be. If anything, my girlfriend would be just as bad as me.” Sukuna brings his hand towards your stomach and pokes at it, “she might kick your ass, y/n.”

You grab his wrist to stop him from poking you but hold his gaze, “so then protect me.”

His eyebrows genuinely raise at your statement. That’s something he’s never heard from you ever. Sadly for you, his surprise is shoved aside and he’s back to being mischievous, “protect you? From my girlfriend? You’re crazy, y/n.”

You shove his hand away from you and roll your eyes at his unseriousness, “so do you have one or not?”

“Why should I tell you?”

Sukuna looks through the big crowd of people and titters when he sees the man who’s been watching you all night. He can tell that he’s trying to be discreet about it, but it’s not working. It’s you that makes him break focus.

You’re frowning at him, “so I know whether to run or not…”

The sudden seriousness that you wear alarms him and Sukuna is no longer trying to tease you. His smile drops almost instantly, “don’t run.”

“Well that depends on your answer. Are you single or not?”

“Y/n,” he sighs, “I was literally by myself until you came. Isn’t that clear enough for you?”

You roll your eyes, like you always do, and push yourself off the wall, “no, so answer me before I leave.”

Sukuna’s head drops down for a quick second before it raises again, “I don’t have anyone currently.”

You still don’t believe that Sukuna is a virgin, so suspicion rises on your end as you narrow your eyes at him, “any exes?”

“Nah.”

Right then, a few of Sukuna’s friends surround you two and he briefly introduces you to them but you’re a bit too tipsy to even care or try. Their names and faces go by in a chaotic blur. A new face comes to join, and he wraps an arm around Sukuna’s shoulder, “it’s been a while since I’ve last seen you,” he proceeds to poke at Sukuna’s core, “you’ve put on some weight.”

“Have I?”

Sukuna looks down to check himself and the friend laughs loudly, “yeah, but not in a bad way. You look good.”

That’s when Sukuna pats your head and pinches your cheek, “thanks. Y/n here has been feeding me a lot.”

You introduce yourself and you quickly excuse yourself from Sukuna so that he can have fun on his own. Their eyes linger on you until you disappear and then the friend opens his mouth again, “she your little girlfriend?”

Sukuna deadpans, “dude.”

“Just asking!” His hand raises up in a defensive manner, “lover, at least?”

“Friend of mine.”

Why did Sukuna instantly regret saying that? Why didn’t he just claim you for the night? It’s not like his friends would ever hit on you, but now he feels even further away. The friend sucks on his tooth, “yikes,” his hold on Sukuna loosens, “seems like there’s something more going on. From my eyes, I’d say.”

Sukuna grabs Junta’s beer, takes a long swig and then hands it back, “I like her.”

Junta’s eyes widened just a bit, “you do? Sukuna, you do?”

“Yup. It’s one sided though.”

Sukuna hates how dejected he sounds because it’s just not him. The fucking alcohol is making him show all of these stupid emotions and he hates it. Junta gives him a sympathetic stare before trying to cheer him up, “aw, that sucks. Next time, right?”

“Nah,” it’s not even something he hesitates to say.

The blonde shifts on his feet and taps his chin mischievously, “or you could swoop her up and snatch her away from whoever she’s with.”

Sukuna’s eyes are on him and he wears a relaxed smile, “she likes to argue, so no.”

“But you like her.”

“Cause she’s real.”

Junta’s face scrunches up in confusion, “so am I.”

That earns him a light smack from Sukuna.

“You know what I mean.”

“I’m just playing along,” Junta sulks as he rubs his arms.

You go off on your own to find Emiyo but can’t. She’s somewhere mixed in the crowd and that’s just something you’ll have to sulk about later. By now you’ve lost track of time and you’re too tipsy to even care anymore. One thing is for sure and it’s the fact that your feet hurt! You remembered something about how Sukuna said he placed your crocs in his friend’s bedroom since no one should be up there, so you make your way up the fancy steps and stumble past the small crowd of people hanging out up here. If you’re lucky, you can quickly find the bedroom and swap your shoes. Just as you’re about to open a door, someone shouts at you from behind, “hey!”

You jump up at the voice and whip yourself around. You meet those pretty blue eyes again and a smile forms on your lips, “oh, it’s Adonis.”

“Oh, it’s angel face. I didn’t know you were here.”

Satoru flashes you his pearly whites and takes a swig from the red cup in his hands, “what were you doing? My friend said no one is allowed in the rooms up here.”

“I came with Sukuna and he put my crocs in one of these rooms. Since you’re friends with the host, can you help me find my crocs?” You’re already beginning to stumble so Satoru catches you and holds you up by your waist.

He observes you carefully with a sugary smile, “you’re pretty wasted, aren’t you? That punk doesn’t know how to take care of his friends.” He shakes his head at no one and then continues to beam at you, “well, since you’re drunk and your feet hurt, let’s go find your shoes. Better I help you than some strange man. Sit here.”

With Satoru’s help, he sits you down on the wooden floors and unbuckles the straps of your heels for you. He gathers them with one hand and begins to check the rooms, “I’ll be quick.”

Quick is a promise he fulfills. He’s back with those cute pink crocs, “here ya go. Are you okay to go off on your own?”

He holds both hands out for you to grab and you stand with his help and nod, “pretty much. I’m a bit tipsy but I should be fine. He’s right downstairs anyway and if I can’t find him then at least I know there’s another pretty face I recognize here.”

Satoru blows raspberries at you, “yup. Can I ask something?”

“Of course.”

He eyes your crocs and taps it gently with the tip of his fancy dress shoes, “did Sukuna buy you those?”

You chuckle softly and lift one foot to take a look as well, “he did!” You beam, “he bought it for me after I had a date with this guy named Kazuya. See, I wore heels and my feet were hurting so he offered to piggyback me and then he carried me until I got hungry. When we ordered, he saw the blisters on the back of my ankles and ran all the way to the crocs store to get them. Cute, aren’t they?” You step away from Satoru and twirl a bit to showcase the shoes and he rubs his chin with one hand while an amused smile shows.

“They’re super cute. Tell him I said hi.”

♡ ♡ ♡

The night is still young and the music is blaring excitedly. You’ve danced with your fair share of people and snuck a couple more shots even after you told yourself you’d stop. The reason was just because you were having too much fun. You were enjoying it all, was that so bad? Maybe you’re drunk now, but you’re still aware, so it’s okay. You can see Sukuna. He’s sitting on the couch beside some woman and they’re talking. It looks like a serious conversation but then you see a flirtatious smile dance on her lips at something he says. Oh god. Did he lie? Did he have a girlfriend this whole time? You don’t want to get your ass kicked! You weren’t even aware he had one because you never bothered to ask him. Technically, you’d also be a victim in this case. Thankfully all of your fear is swept aside when another man approaches them, and he kisses the woman on the lips. You avert your eyes from them and look around. There he is again, the man who keeps looking at you. He’s handsome, but he seems shy. He’s had all this time to talk to you, yet he hasn’t. Are you that mediocre? Jeez. Instead of thinking about that man, you decide to walk over to Sukuna after the couple leaves his side.

“Come here,” Sukuna demands, looking more intoxicated than before. When you come, he taps his thigh, “sit.”

You raise a brow, “on your lap?”

Sukuna’s eyes glint while a relaxed smirk remains, “did I stutter? Sit.”

You’re not completely sure you want to… You usher with your head, “there’s other seats. I’ll just sit there.”

Before you can even move to sit on the couch, Sukuna’s smirk drops and he pats his thigh once more, “I won’t ask you again, y/n. Sit down.”

“So fucking bossy,” you groan, marching at him. You spin around and plop down on his lap. Oddly enough, it’s quite… comfortable. You mold into him pretty well. It’s a little scary knowing that. Sukuna chooses to sit up now and presses his whole chest against your back. He leans forward towards your ear and begins to speak, “you see that guy over there? Right across from us?”

You tense up and shiver from the chill that runs down your spine. The feeling of Sukuna’s lips on your ears makes you feel something dangerous. It's something that should not be acted on, so you move away from his lips just a bit, “don’t do that, Sukuna. It tickles.”

“Oh?” he muses, leaning towards your ear again, “do you like it when my lips rub against your ears?” His arm wraps around your waist to hold you in place, “because I can sense how tense you are, and I can see the goosebumps on your arms. You’re breathing harder too.”

You choose to ignore his dangerous words, “shut up, before I leave. What are you even going on about?”

“He’s been eyeing you all night and I can see the desire in his eyes for you.”

Sukuna’s hold on you becomes tighter, “stay by my side tonight.”

Feeling ignorant, you laugh, “why should I? We came here to meet people and have fun, didn’t we?”

Sukuna releases you and shrugs, “well you’re my responsibility, and it’ll kill me if you end up hooking up with the wrong guy and I have to come to your rescue, so, just sit still by me.”

You turn back to grin at him, “I’ll be fine on my own, Sukuna. Don’t let me stop you from having your fun. Besides, he’s a looker.” You poke your own cheek, “just look at his dimples.”

Sukuna looks over at the man and sees him smiling at the person he’s talking to. He indeed has deep dimples, but so what? He smiles widely at you, “mines are cuter, I must admit.”

Your body twists a little so that you can get a full look at Sukuna. Your index finger comes up and you poke his dimple, “indeed they are, but they look cunningly sweet, just like you. Maybe I’ll go talk to him.”

Sukuna has moments when he handles you gently and this is one of those moments. His big hand wraps around your wrist but his eyes speak threats, “don’t you fucking dare. Stay by my side. I’m serious. His aura is bad.”

Maybe since you’re drunk, you’re acting more careless. You shrug nonchalantly, “so is yours, but I’m still here, aren’t I? Go have fun already. I’ll find you later tonight–”

“I won’t ask you again, y/n.” Sukuna’s tone is stern like before and you’re not sure why your heart is racing at this.

“I–”

“Look at him, getting hard from seeing this shit,” Sukuna cuts you off. His hand reaches around you and he grabs your chin to direct your line of vision. He leans close to you again, “should we put on a show for him? His pants are tighter just from seeing me manhandle you.”

Your heart is pounding and there’s a throb in your pussy at everything he’s saying and doing, but you still have some sense, so you push his hand away from your face, “Sukuna, stop, before anyone else thinks wrong.”

A loud laugh rumbles from Sukuna and he leans on the couch again, “I’m just teasing you a little, sweetheart. Besides, messing with him was fun.” He lightly slaps your thigh, “but all jokes aside, stay near me tonight and don’t wander off too far where I can’t see you. There are creeps everywhere. Understood?”

“I understand–”

“And don’t even think about getting near that guy. I’ll break his neck if I have to,” Sukuna threatens lightheartedly. It’s almost like he’s done it before, cause how can he say that so casually?

“I won’t, okay? Can I go now?”

You stand with him following after. Sukuna grips your shoulder firmly, “call me if you can’t find me in the crowd. I’ll come find you and throw you over my shoulder.”

“Okay, daddy.” you mock him with the name, not knowing that it would stir a raging boner in his pants. Now he’s the one who looks like a creep. Great. Sukuna groans, “go have fun.”

“You too. I won’t stray off too far.”

“You better not. I’ll be super mad if I can’t see you.”

You sneer, “shut up.”

Sukuna’s arms cross over his chest and he chuckles, “I mean it. I’ll flip the whole place upside down.”

You ponder for a bit while rocking on your feet, “what if I find someone to hook up with?”

You’re fucking seeing things! Was that just a pained expression on Sukuna’s face?! No, you’re drunk as fuck… He puts on a coy expression, “then, just text me before you go so I’ll know. When you’re done with them, let me know as well so I can take you home.”

“Okay, I will,” you chirp cheerfully, hoping it’ll change the sudden change in mood. There’s a shake to his head while he grins lazily, “have fun, halfie.”

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🤎 moderarato’s interactive fiction OC list 🤎

(full character breakdown under the cut!)

Celeste “Este” Davies | she/her | bi

oil paintings / iced coffee / rocky beaches / pastels / arching an eyebrow / fields of long grass / pink peppercorn / home-cooked meals / balling hands into fists / heart-shaped sunglasses 

Lux Laveau | she/her | pan

lace / perfume / popping bubble-gum / fashion / cottage-core / fairy tales / magic / spritzers / heels / cakes / holidays / dinner parties / twirling hair / winking / lip gloss / fresh bouquets 

Paloma Sloane | she/her | bi

worn-in denim / noirs / night drives / coding / pine trees / alchemy / newspapers / cheap whiskey / organized mess / glasses on chains / reading under moonlight / pens in hair

Selma {No Set Surname} | she/they | bi

black and tuxedo cats / absurdism / stick & poke tattoos / junk food / heavy rain / silent nods / platform boots / thrillers / ivy / polaroids / taking the train to the end of the line / 90s goth 

Iah Moritz | they/he | pan

disco balls / nail polish / playful eye-rolls / dancing / vintage couture / sour candy / skateboards / cigarettes / early 2000s tech / leaning on surfaces / classic comics / talking with hands 

Dorothea “Dot” Eames | she/her | bi/demi

neutrals / folding hands / heirlooms / cashmere / handwritten letters / marble / minimalism / museums / matte lipstick / foxes / earl grey tea / autumn / strong eye-contact / trench coats

Arturo “Art” Belmonte | he/him | gay

historical fiction / layered clothing / piercings / hands in pockets / thrifting / old cities / mythology / over-ear headphones / sitting by windows / awkward laughs / scones & coffee  

Cewê Cizîrî | she/they | pan

night skies / scrapbooking / dandelions / pleased smiles / saffron / pushing hair back / gentle breezes / long dresses / tea sets / gardens / birdsong / people-watching / quiet confidence 

Delphine Moon | she/her | lesbian

vanilla / swans / pearls / late-night studying / chess / heavy snow / horseback riding / silently judging / white wine / perfect posture / perfume bottles / armoires with mirrors

Reina “Rei” {No Set Surname}  | she/they | bi

art galleries / baggy blazers and clothes / 80s anime / tote bags / sarcasm / aimless walks / matcha lattes / eyeliner / film scores / dining out alone / charcoal sketches

Sorn Ly  | any pronouns | pan

road trips / faded scars / banana leaves / biting nails / pottery / surfing / olives / sunsets / rolling shoulders back / hair ties on wrists / scoffing / long afternoons / humidity / walking barefoot

Frances Wiseman | she/him | demi/lesbian

cowboy boots / fruits / picking flowers / running / french new wave / messy hair / sun-kissed skin / oversized jackets / late summer / bass playing / crossing arms

#housekeeping 🤎 #as I've been replaying and revisiting my love for IFs I just really wanted to see all my loves all together on a roll call sheet lol #I'm also in the midst of sims hyperfix so the rest was history #it’s been fun to see after time away how my perception of certain OCs changed #ofc there's more than this but these one's are just the clearest in my mind #hence the ~vibes~ under the cut #but I'll edit as time goes on! #rr: oc list #rr: edit #I purposefully kept ROs off bc I feel like thats a whole other ordeal #like the amt of people I ship Este with??? unholy

[teeth--thief]

Have you seen Tetris (2023)? Unrelated: what music do you like, or listen to?

-R

I have seen Tetris, yes! Just a few weeks ago, sometime in March, matter of fact, so your timing is particularly incredible. It first haunted me in music form, believe it or not, I kept getting songs from its soundtrack recommend on Spotify.

While I usually really don't like the KGB is in your walls stuff that the Western films always insist on showing, I'll make an exception for this movie because it's pretty fun. I actually liked the Evil Liar KGB had going on, I thought it was very funny. I do have one complaint about the whole thing, though. I wish the pixel animation was utilised throughout the whole movie, not just in That One Scene... :( Just small, little bits (ha) would have been fine...

Fun (not really) fact: I was first introduced to the character of Robert Maxwell through this movie (you have to forgive me for not giving many fucks about the aristocrats of Britain). I have then immediately learnt that his daughter is Ghislaine Maxwell. The Ghislaine Maxwell. Jeffrey Epstein's partner (in crime). How delightful...

What music do I like... That's a terrible question to ask me because I'm very passionate about music... I have playlists for everything I like, even Chernobyl related one... there's not a free minute in my day that I'm not listening to something. I associate music with everything.

I mean, judging solely by the fact that my wardrobe consists of one too many Sabaton and Rammstein shirts, I'd have to say I'm particularly fond of metal. And punk. And rock. I occasionally listen to Hollywood Undead because I discovered it when I was a... young teen, much too young to be listening to that kind of stuff lmao, and so I feel oddly nostalgic about them.

I really like the... weird and experimental stuff? If it has some kind of a connection with nature, I will probably like it. I've been a long time fan of Cosmo Sheldrake - and he just released a brand new album Eye To The Ear on the 12th of April AND a new single just a few days ago... it's everything I could have expected and more, truly. His brother, Merlin (whimsical names is the theme) is a biologist and he wrote a book about fungi, which I really like, but haven't finished because I didn't have the time nor brain capacity to take in all that new information.

And continuing with the theme of slighly weird, I also enjoy video games/movies OSTs. The creepier the better. Little Nightmares (I&II) soundtrack? Perfection. I talk a lot of shit about HBO's Chernobyl but that show's OST is phenomenal (and that's the last nice thing I have to say about it 🙄). From not horror-esque soundtracks: stuff from DOOM.

I've also been mesmerised by the Polish folk music used throughout The Peasants and have been regularly listening to the whole soundtrack. I need to rewatch that movie ASAP... more on movie tracks, I also really like Mad Max: Fury Road's and Moon (2009)'s OSTs.

I also like older, classic bands... Pet Shop Boys, Soft Cell, Bronski Beat, Depeche Mode... Kult, if we're talking local... And because I AM beating the toxic masculinity allegations: MARINA, Paris Paloma, Caro Emerald and sometimes even Lana Del Rey and Mitski. Other than that, I'm rarely attached to one particular artist or band, I usually like two or three songs and hate the rest haha

I'm gonna add a bunch of songs I like under the cut as a little treat, just because:

#i forgor to post this. my bad #asker: @atomshchik #file: ask! #file: misc hunter #file: music

[sunkissed-zegras]

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, jump then fall

here's the timeline!

overall timeline!

september 2020 (grade 10) adam finds out his ex is pregnant (4 weeks) with his baby. 

june 2021 (grade 11) his ex delivers the baby girl & has trouble coping with the fact she has a baby, adam tries to help her but she’s uncooperative. he wants to be a part of her life but ex won’t accept it. 

august 2021 adam takes ex to court trying to get full custody because of her recent behavior and then judge rules in his favor, granting him full custody.

june 2022 paloma’s first birthday! 

june 2023  adam moves to columbus while celebrating paloma’s second birthday but realizes he wasn’t able to take care of her fully and luca convinced him to hire a nanny. he asks his teammate about it and he recommends cece.   he and luca meet with her reluctantly, adam hates the idea of someone not in his family taking care of his child. luca clicks with her almost immediately and adam takes a moment to realize she’s actually really sweet. after some convincing from luca, he finally agrees! 

july 2023 cece starts bonding with paloma a lot more, adam still doesn’t fully trust her but he sees how calm paloma is with cece and feels more relaxed.

more will be added as the au progresses!

#nhl imagine #nhl #nhl fic #hockey #nhl oneshot #hockey fic #nhl fanfiction #jump then fall au #adam fantilli blurb #adam fantilli x reader #adam fantilli imagine #adam fantilli #adam fantilli imagines #adam fantilli smut #gavin brindley #rutger mcgroarty #johnny druskinis #umich #luca fantilli #umich fic #umich blurbs #umich imagine #umich hockey #umich boys #umich wolverines #ethan edwards #dylan duke #mark estapa

[marivenah]

WIP Day

I was tagged by @natesofrellis @socially-awkward-skeleton @jendoe @risingsh0t @leviiackrman @adelaidedrubman and @phillipsgraves to post a WIP, thank you everyone 💕 it's been a while for some of you, so tagging you back if you have new wips to share!

sending out tags to; @sstewyhosseini @hoesephseed @thomrainer @poisonedtruth @ghastlyrider @confidentandgood @josephslittledeputyy @aceghosts @echo3-1 @indorilnerevarine @strangefable @purplehairsecretlair @noetikat @shellibisshe @roofgeese @shadowglens @jacobseed @jackiesarch and YOU!

rn I'm working on a little something for Palo and Sam! very early on in their lives, they're young here (and still in Boston). this is still a rather rough draft so I apologize! this one's mainly fluff so 👉👈

“No, stop”, she says in between breathy laughs, “Do you want my parents to hear us?”

“Sorry, Paca but you did this to yourself.” His grip around her waist gets tighter. Paloma wiggles around, trying to escape his grasp. He’s surprisingly stronger than he looks.

“And you know what you are, peaches?”, he asks quietly, his whispers brushing against her ears. She scoffs at the nickname. “Cheeky, brazen and a little bit of a brat.”

She hums, thinking his description over, “The word you’re looking for is ‘bold’. Also, confident and independent.”

“Impudent?”

“Are you sure you’re not describing yourself right now?”, she asks quietly. The closer they got, the faster her heart was beating. The silence of the night isn’t very helpful in covering up the loud thuds in her chest.

“Nah, I only have great qualities. Charming, clever, courageous, kind of a daredevil, and — dare I say — quite handsome. Overall, a pretty amazing guy.”

Paloma bites her lip to keep herself from smiling.

“And judging by your actions, extremely irresistible”, he continues, followed by a smile and a quick brush of his nose over hers.

She rolls her eyes as she blows a raspberry. Then she manages to break free. The distance between the two is so small, yet the missing warmth of his embrace makes her feel bare. As if the cold glow of the moon on her skin could freeze her on the spot. How badly would she like to run back into his arms, but she has already made one step towards him. Now it’s Sam’s turn.

She crosses her arms and turns back around, a playful glint in her eyes, “I haven’t seen much of your courage as of yet.”

#wip tag #coincidentally this one fits perfectly for the year of the otp writing challenge for one of the january prompts! #haha can you guess where this is going 🙈 #even more haha it's 3am