#leaning towards bubblegum or something fruity

[imtrashraccoon]

Asking for a friend...

#undertale #killer sans #totally don't need this for a prompt #i'm also not big into ice cream so i have no idea what flavours there are #leaning towards bubblegum or something fruity #like with actual globs of bubblegum in it #he would keep all the pieces and make a franken wad of gum #then annoy you with it by somehow blowing massive bubbles

[blackandwhlteaesthetlc]

Pleasing Scent Samples

Hello, friends! I ordered the Big Lip balm from Pleasing and with it came a fun surprise.

I already gave my initial impressions to @twopoppies as soon as I opened the package. It’s been a couple hours or so now so the scents have dried down on my skin and I can take a second smell to let you know my thoughts.

Full disclosure, I don’t think I have a very sophisticated nose 😂 But I’ll try my best to describe as accurately as possible. That said, I’m sure I’ll miss the actual notes and ingredients so consider this the most unprofessional review you could get from someone that just really loves perfumes and doesn’t mind being totally honest for better or for worse.

RIVULETS

Pepper, pine, and powder with floral come through. It reminds me so much of Gucci Memoire but slightly lighter. These are the notes from Fragrantica and I swear Rivulets is very much this but slightly cooler.

It also reminds me of Diptyque’s Figuier scent too. Overall very woody and clean!

Unfortunately it just won’t stay on my skin. I tried it on my wrist and the back of my arm but it only lasts about 10mins or so and then vanishes. ☹️ I really do love it (I was also a fan of Memoire) but if I took the risk of buying it, I know I’d have to put some Vaseline or something else on first to hopefully help the scent last longer.

Bright, Hot

Delicious! Cinnamon, Vanilla, Fruity! It reminds me of bourbon with some sweet tanginess. Or maybe Peach Schnapps! Like it has the spiciness from alcohol but I swear it makes my mouth water like after biting into a ripe peach. This is what I wanted Tom Ford’s Bitter Peach to smell like but Ford’s is just too musky and overpowering for me. I’ll 100% be purchasing Bright, Hot though! It’s so much more pleasant and light. The fruity notes come through with this more vs the musk. And it STAYED on my skin. I’m so obsessed with it, I want it in as a perfume and candle (Harold, please 🙏🏽).

Here are the notes from Bitter Peach to get an idea of what I mean:

Closeness

Oh, she’s SEXY 😮‍💨

I told @twopoppies it smells like spice, pink fruity bubblegum and a pink bubble bath! I also get rose. Pink, pink, pink. They chose the sample card well.

This one is the heaviest scent, almost like oud with it’s dark muskiness. But that sweet floral scent just makes it completely intoxicating. I couldn’t stop smelling myself after putting it on, it also had the strongest lasting power on my skin.

If this is the scent people are describing a “vaporub and sex” I don’t disagree but I don’t think the description necessarily does it justice. 😂 All the scents are definitely meant to be unisex so they all have a powdery, spiciness to them. But this one is just so alluring and HOT. It gives me sweat, heat and sweet playfulness.

The closest thing I could compare it to in my own collection of perfumes was Clean Reserve’s Sparkling Sugar.

But switch the Fruity and Musky amounts. Closeness is like this scent’s naughty sister. 🖤

And there you have it! As I said, I’m not a professional perfume reviewer by any means (clearly 🤣) but I hope this gives everyone some idea of what they can expect! And of course if anyone else got the samples and would like to add (or tell me I’m completely off the mark, haha) please do.

Overall I genuinely loved each scent and think there’s something for everybody here. My favorite compliment is when someone tells me I smell good so I’m really particular about what I wear but I can honestly say I’d wear all of these happily. I lean more towards Bright, Hot for my personal preference but Rivulets smells great for an everyday scent where Closeness would be perfect for a date night out. The quality also seems to be great so if you do plan to purchase like I am, I don’t think we’ll be disappointed with the product.

If anyone has anymore questions, I’m totally happy to answer. 🩵🧡🖤

#pleasing #pleasing fragrance review #pleasing fragrance #rivulets #bright hot #closeness

[tf2-oneshots]

SFW male engie x gn Pyro? it'd be cool if they were just kinda hanging out while the others are nearby :3

I love these two sm

Warnings: none!

Rating: General

Engineer flips through the TV, grumbling as he looks for something decent. He eventually settles on a channel and makes room for Pyro. They take their seat with a bag of jellybeans and shovel a handful under their mask. The Texan takes a few pieces for himself then throws his arm over their shoulder.

“Keep them away from me. I’ll eat the whole bag before I even realize it.” Although he has a sweet tooth, Engineer also has some self control. Pyro nods, eyes focused on the TV. They only glance away to pick the fruity jellybeans and eat them first.

As the pair settle in, Sniper enters alongside Heavy and Scout. The three find their usual seats in the living room with quick glances to the TV. Sniper sets down a basket of yarn, producing twin needles to knit a sweater for his mom. Heavy opens his latest novel to a bookmarked page and continues where he left off. For Scout, the man laid on the floor and began sketching random objects.

When the show switches to commercial, Engineer grabs a bubblegum jellybean and feeds it to Pyro. Really, he pressed it to the bottom of their mask until they took it, but its the thought that counts. Pyro leans in, nuzzling Engineer with a happy noise. The American takes it as appreciation for his gesture.

The show ended around dinner time, so the couple decided to move to the kitchen. It was Demo’s turn to cook, leaving them at the kitchen table in wait. Pyro took Engineer’s hand, holding it while they snacked on the bread set out for everyone. Engineer gave a light squeeze, which was happily returned a moment later.

“We should go for a drive after dinner. Weather said it won’t be cloudy, so we can see the stars.” Pyro mutters their approval. They love drives! Engineer’s radio always has the best music, and the truck has a bench seat! It makes cuddling much easier for them. Pyro can even bring their candy to finally finish off the bag after two weeks.

With dinner finished and dishes put away, Pyro ran to the truck outside. They stood by the passenger door, jumping inside the moment it was unlocked. Engineer laughs at the cute sight. They’re too adorable for his own good.

The roads are empty as always. Miles and miles of land stretching beyond the horizon. Even though the town isn’t too far, no one ever leaves their neck of the woods. What’s the point in a place like this? Dusty roads and the modern day equivalent of villages remind Engineer of his workshop back home. He likes these kinds of quiet places.

“Mmph! Mm!” Pyro points out the front window towards the full moon above. Engineer pulls off to the side of the road, parking in the sand. He leans forward and gives a smile.

“Damn right! Look at the size of it. Hope there ain’t no coyotes running around.” Seatbelts removed, the two meet in the center of the truck. Arms wrap around one another as they look to the sky. Blues and purples dance with the endless white speckles. Pyro faces Engineer and slowly raise their mask to just below the nose. The two press close, kissing one another gently.

These guys are just too cute -H

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 requests #tf2 engineer #tf2 pyro #engiepyro #texas toast

[shintorikhazumi]

Two is company, Three's a Crowd, but Four is the Death of Diana Cavendish (4): Dumb and Dumbass

A/N: Sorry for not writing enough recently. Been burnt out and have some terrible writer’s block. Hope I can write quite a bit these next two weeks before classes start up again. Had my finals recently and just... ugh.

Sorry for the not-so-good chapter.

Right. Tagging people. Uh @komatsuna-yuki @dianacavendishisgay @tanuki-pyon. Thank you for supporting my madness.

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

Two is company, Three's a Crowd, but Four is the Death of Diana Cavendish (4): Dumb and Dumbass

"This is dumb."

"It is not! Right, Barbara?"

"This is dumb."

Diana switched her exasperated gaze between the pair who had their arms crossed, vehemently against her "step one" of  the plan: Proper Courtship for Miss Kagari Atsuko.

There was absolutely NO way they were doing that.

Hannah ran a hand through her curled locks, freeing it from her signature yellow bow as they got ready for bed. She tried to ignore Diana's pleading eyes, but ultimately could not. She took one look at Diana's helpless face and sighed, walking forward to pinch her nose and plant a kiss on her forehead.

Really, courtship wasn't the issue in and of itself. It was Diana's view of courtship. There were just too many things to be said about it.

Starting from the issue of daily sending a truckload of roses to Akko every morning.

Literally.

She lived in a DORMITORY for crying out loud!

How was she supposed to receive them, much less keep them around??

It wasn't as though she had the luxury of living in a flat a little too big for just its occupants- just like their own right now. Hannah sighed, giving Diana a look. She received an indignant one in return.

Physical constraints aside, how would Akko feel receiving such an overwhelming gift? She already exploded in embarrassment from the simplest of flirtations. Who knew what her reaction would be to such a grandiose gesture of affection?

Hannah concluded it would be best to keep it simple, walk it slow. Ease into the already shocking situation they'd kiiindd of threw her in.

Okay, but Hannah didn't desire anything too slow either. Just right. Enough that Akko wouldn't spontaneously combust beyond recovery.

Holding out a pointer finger, with the other arm crossed about her waist, Hannah warned, "I swear, if I see even one petal, we're not talking to you tomorrow. And we're taking Atsuko with us too".

"One petal?!" Diana gawked at her with such pure incredulity, Hannah wondered if she was really all that shocked.

The look on her face almost made Hannah reconsider. Almost. She thought about it again, pausing and tapping her cheek in contemplation.

"Okay."

Diana's face lit up in hope.

"Maybe I'll allow two."

Nope.

//

"Morning, Atsuko~."

Akko jumped in her seat as she felt cool arms snake around her neck from behind, a soft weight pressing against her back. The scent of honeysuckle permeated her sense of smell. It was fruity and warm; like hints of honey and ripe citrus on a summer's day. For some reason, it made her calm immediately.

Turning around, Akko tried to return the greeting. "M-Miss Engl-" A finger quickly hushed her lips, Hannah's coy smile settling in while Akko's heart became unsettled. She didn't think it was in a bad way.

"Hannah. Call me Hannah."

"Mi-"

Akko would have tried to gently deny that request, not being one to so quickly drop formalities as was her upbringing before coming to England. However, there was just something in Mis- Hannah's eyes that compelled her to not even try to fight against the command.

"Y-you can call me Akko then,, .I-if you want! Only... if you want... it's... it's what my friends call me...""  Akko mumbled in reply, voice growing smaller and smaller as she shyly pried her eyes away from the magnetic hazels that were so keen on pulling her in.

She had missed the way her companion grinned, leaning in closer to her, arms tightening about her. "Adorable." Hannah playfully whispered into Akko's ear, the tips reddening brightly.

'Save me.'

"Oh, but we don't want to be just 'friends'." Barbara suddenly popped up, positioning herself right in Akko's line of vision, propping her elbows on her desk, face nestling in her hands comfortably as she smirked at Akko with a little wink. "But you already know that."

She watched as Hannah and Barbara shared a quick, sweet kiss as a good morning greeting. Eyes glinting as they caught Akko watching them.

"Oh? Do you want a nice "hello~" as well, Akko? I wouldn't mind~." Barbara grinned, fingers tilting Akko's chin up already, eyes flickering between Akko's own and her lips.

Akko felt her face burn that extra bit more. She wasn't going to make it through class like this if they kept teasing her so early in the morning.

Barbara was beginning to lean closer and closer as Hannah simply watched from behind Akko, inadvertently keeping her in place due to their positions.

Akko swallowed nervously. Sure, she did not necessarily have any qualms against kissing someone as pretty as Barbara. Even Hannah maybe, but at the very least, she wanted to have her fi-first kiss with...

"Girls."

Diana's arrival shook Akko out of a trance she had unknowingly been placed under. She had somehow expected, at the back of her mind, for Diana to arrive soon as the trio was rarely apart except for when they had separate classes.

Akko felt her heart do a little flip in her ribcage, breath stilling in her lungs at the refreshing sight of Diana in a ponytail, a pale nape and a slender neck exposed for the world to see. A bead of sweat rolled down the smooth expanse. Had it been hot outside? Maybe. For some reason, Akko just wanted to lean into the crook of Diana's neck and maybe-

Diana's cough told her she'd been staring an uncomfortable while. Akko flinched, her hand instinctively reached up to touch her bangs, smoothing out each strand of hair nervously in attempts to redirect her thoughts- wherever they were heading.

This was neither the time nor place to be having such... inappropriate musings.

"Aww~ Diana's so lucky to be the favorite girlfriend~." Barbara said with a pout as she observed the awkward two, pulling away from her initial position on the desk and walking around to take a seat next to Akko instead, leaning her head on the girl's shoulder.

"Right?" Hannah sighed, finally releasing Akko as she went to sit next to Barbara. "We put in all this effort to fluster our dear Akko, but Diana just has to breathe and she has her heart and her soul. Oh Barbara~ whatever shall we do?" She sniffled, wiping away a non-existent tear with her index finger.

Akko stared at the pair, mind short-circuiting at a particular word.

Diana was silent as well.

Hannah and Barbara exchanged a confused look at the lack of reaction, as well as Diana's frozen state.

"Um... did we perhaps say something wrong?" Hannah began nervously, not wanting to possibly offend Akko or hurt her like they could have the last time.

Barbara bit her lip, equally anxious. "If so, then-"

"G-girlfriend?!" Diana and Akko had burst simultaneously, earning looks from the few early students around them.

Akko bowed in silent apology as she turned back to her companions.

"W-what do you... what are you...?"

"Huh?" Hannah and Barbara tilted their heads in confusion.

"Eh?"

"What?"

"G-Girlfriend...?" Diana repeated, vision swirling as her face reddened.

"Aahhh..." Hannah and Barbara got the message, nodding... before doing a double-take. "Wait, we're not? Girlfriends?"

//-//

Akko slammed her head onto her locker door right after shutting it. She shuffled her subject materials for the next class in her hands, trying to check if she missed bringing anything, sighing heavily all the while.

She was lucky her second class was away from everyone else's. That gave her some breathing room to recollect herself.

Hannah and Barbara were way* too skilled at riling her up. She had no idea how to deal with them. She was sure she wouldn't get used to their antics anytime soon. The whole situation with them spun her wheels around so well, it was actually tiring her out.

Then there was the matter of being g-girlfriends, and Diana.

Diana...

"Diana..." Akko's head banged against her metal door again with a clang, a few passing students casting her worried gazes. "What the hell..."

When was it, she wondered, that she had first taken notice of the incredibly gorgeous biology major. Diana with her clear blue eyes like the oceans and the sky at the peak of a beautiful summer; her hair that flowed down to her waist in flourishing curls; Diana and her sharp and classy style; Diana and her shapely body- Akko hit her head once more against the locker, groaning against the cool metal.

"What the hell am I thinking about?" She muttered, pushing herself away from her locker to get ready to head off to the next class. Maybe she should just keep her mind off of it for now, focus on what was in front of her, and deal with it later. When her head cooled down.

Yes. That was the perfect plan.

Before she could leave, however, a hand slapped against either side of her head, a the impact causing a ringing sound in her ears that only added to her headache. Her eyes that she had unconsciously shut fluttered open, widening at the sight that greeted her.

Oh, this was just great.

"Oh, I don't know, Kagari. What *were you thinking about? Hmm?" That familiar snarky tone of voice bit at her, a hand resting on her shoulder before pressing her into the hard metal.

"Chloe..." Her weak response coupled with a glare only made the perpetrator grin happily.

"Atsuko~ our cute little lackey." Short-haired and short-tempered towards Akko was Avery trailing behind the Frenchwoman- the actual lackey, Akko thought.

"Geh- Avery..."

"Glad you're happy to see us." She rolled her eyes, popping her bubblegum as she picked up a paper Akko had dropped in her surprise, flipping through its contents, bored. "Our lackey seems to have been doing good in school lately. Doing her homework and all. Guess you could do ours too?" She smiled that sickly sweet way that Akko loathed.

Akko's breath hitched when she made a little tear on the sheet just to spite her. Finnelan was surely going to chew her out again for a reason she couldn't explain.

Akko grit her teeth, truly wanting to retaliate physically, but then remembered that they weren't in high school anymore. These girls had no real power over her. Not then, not now. She needed to just ignore it and walk away. Really. Years and years of this, and they never got sick of it? Why did the universe allow them to apply to the same university anyway? Not that it mattered anymore.

Resigning herself to a -hopefully- more peaceful exit, Akko sighed, attempting to move Chloe's hand away with only enough force not to trigger her more. "I'm not your lackey." She said, kneeling to the ground to grab her other scattered materials.

"Aww, you're not?" Chloe whined, watching Akko like a hawk.

"I'm not." Akko replied, standing up and throwing them a blank look. "I have to go. See you."

"Leaving so soon?" Some girl she didn't know called after her, sneer evident in her tone. "Not gonna entertain us for a little longer?"

"Obviously." Akko responded, not looking back. She just needed to get the hell away as fast as possible and avoid any further interaction with them.

"Oh, then you wouldn't mind if we told the entire school about how you're always off to a strip club."

Akko halted in her steps, turning around to stare hatefully at the evil grin Chloe sported after knowing she got her way once more.

"Always, as in everyday?" Avery added, leading the group forward to surround Akko once more as other students avoided the potential mess in the hallway.

"What has that got to do with anything?" Akko grit her teeth, fists clenching "And I already told you... it's not what it looks like."

"Then why are you so scared, hmm? About word getting out?" Chloe tipped Akko's head up with her index finger, making her look directly into her eyes. "You know how they say that if you have nothing to hide, then there's nothing to be afraid of."

"That's-"

Akko swallowed the lump in her throat, searching her mind for a comeback to that without revealing too much about herself and giving these bullies more information to harass her with.

She had nothing.

They didn't like that she was quiet and had nothing to say.

She heard Chloe sigh before Akko's cheeks were squeezed together in her hands, nails digging into the flesh slightly. "Also, what was it? Your friend, uh... Lois or something."

"Lotte..." Akko corrected, barely managing the word out; she hoped they weren't planning on doing anything to her sweet friend. She could handle their insults, their disgusting behavior, and their petty tricks on her, but she couldn't stand it if her friends got hurt in her place instead.

"Whatever. Her." Akko slapped Chloe's hand away, earning her a pleased smile and a pat on the cheek. "There's the little tiger we love." She giggled, a glint in her eye.

Akko gripped her books in her hand, trying her best not to throw her fists right at them. The last time she had let her temper go, she was wrongly suspended anyway. She'd rather not have to live through the same sucky school experience again.

"So,"  Chloe continued. "you wouldn't want the entire school to read her disgusting work, right? Fanfiction? I can't remember it all that well. Couldn't stand to read that shit for more than five seconds." She made a gagging motion, tongue stuck out at Akko.

"Lotte... Lotte is amazing at writing..." She whispered, hoping they actually didn't hear those words. "Don't touch Lotte." She managed to say loud enough, raising her head to gaze upon them with a warning. It only seemed to fly over their heads as they all sashayed away from Akko, feeling like they'd won.

"Anyway, we'll keep your secrets for another day, Kagari." Chloe waved over her shoulder. "In exchange for our, ehem, considerate service, we expect cutlet sandwiches on each of our desks. Noon. Sharp." She commanded.

Akko, immediately recalling her class schedule for the day, wanted to protest. "But my class doesn't get out until-"

"Is that a no I'm hearing?" The group paused in their steps, all pinning Akko down with their looks of contempt, daring her to say anything besides their desired response.

Her fists trembled, knuckles as white as her torn assignment paper. She felt the quiver in her lip and the tension in her frame as she held back from screaming bloody murder.

"... I'll get you your damned sandwiches."

//-//-//

"Akko! What took you so long!" Akko's friend, Lotte, worriedly asked. "Finnelan usually comes in really early. You could have been in some major trouble!"

"Maybe she just got lost in the cafeteria again? Among all the donuts and pastries." Sucy drily replied, not looking up from her textbook.

Akko kept staring at her torn paper in dismay, pondering if she should risk it and start rewriting a new one, hopefully finishing before the professor arrived.

The lack of response only fed Lotte's concern even more. She squeezed Akko's shoulder to catch her attention and noticed her friend flinch.

"Akko?"

"H-huh? Oh! What? So-sorry. I was... I dropped my phone in the toilet, haha." Akko said, not looking at her friend at all as she dug around her bag for a pen and hoping for a clean sheet of paper as well.

"Wait, what? Is your phone okay?" Lotte asked, skeptically watching her friend's frantic movements.

"Yeah, yeah." Akko replied half-heartedly.

Lotte frowned, feeling that Akko was still hiding something. "What happened to your assignment?" She questioned, noticing the crumpled and torn edge. A thought came to her mind. "Was it them?" She asked in a quieter voice. "What did they say? Did they hurt you?" Lotte scanned over Akko's features, pupils shaking. They settled on her face and Lotte's frown deepened. "You're cheek..." She reached out, trying to touch it.

"Huh? N-no? It was... the school... cat...?" Akko tried lamely, moving away from Lotte. She instantly felt bad about it as Lotte sported a hurt expression in response to her actions.

"Akko..."

Akko finally faced Lotte, guilt on her features. She was never really good at masking her feelings from her friend. She could never lie to her. They both knew that.

"What was it about this time?"

Akko bit her lip. Despite how close they had gotten over the years as friends, Akko hadn't revealed too much to them about her background. She wasn't sure she was ready to either. Not anytime soon. She also couldn't find the heart to let Lotte know that part of it was about her.

"Just that I'm a dumbass, and the other typical stuff, y'know? Appearances and that kinda thing." She lied.

"Hmmm..." Lotte was clearly not convinced, but she let it go, knowing Akko wouldn't budge on things like this. She instead decided to  settle down in her seat next to Akko.

Akko knew Lotte wouldn't pry anymore. She was both thankful and sorry for having to do this to her friend, but she really couldn't help it.

Akko sighed, clicking her pen open.

"Want me to poison their lunch today?" Sucy piped up, flashing Akko a vial from her bag.

As much as Akko wanted to say yes, she knew it could only make things worse and reluctantly declined. "Maybe in my dreams." She smiled at her friends weakly, finally turning to her fresh sheet of paper to begin copying her assignment.

She missed the shine in Sucy's eye and the grin that was starting to grow on her face. Akko only looked up in terror as she heard the words that spilled from Sucy's mouth, hoping she wouldn't go through with any funny business.

"That can be arranged."

Akko felt a shiver run up her spine, whipping her head back to her paper to avoid that scary expression.

"Let's just... not."

"Tch. You're no fun."

Maybe she really wasn't.

A/N: I would have made this longer and added one more scene, but my brain cells can’t. Sorry haha. ;-; Really sorry. 

~Shintori Khazumi

#diana cavendish #atsuko kagari #hannah england #Barbara Parker #lwa #little witch academia #hanbaradiakko #diakko #hanbara #fanfic #234

[mandoalorian]

Shopping with Maxwell Lord

READ PART TWO HERE

DAY FIVE: Shopping with Maxwell Lord [This is the one I really wanted to write for myself and my own self indulgent needs!]

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December Writing Challenge: @mandos-blaster @silent-and-resigned @valentinasubmarina

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Warnings: allusions to sex, mention of orphanages and losing parents, Maxwell really wants a baby...

Word count: 2.7k

Rating: PG-13

Maxwell stood there, front and centre of the living room, in front of the television, frowning. A crinkle in between his brown eyebrows and his arms crossed over his chest. "Max?" you asked, looking at him with bewilderment. He didn't reply. "Max, can you move? I'm trying to watch A Christmas Carol." Maxwell sighed, moving out the way and slumping on down on the couch next to you. You continued watching the black and white movie for only a few seconds before tossing your head back and pausing it. "What?" you asked Maxwell and he narrowed his eyes.

"What?" he repeated, his tone almost accusing.

"Why are you so miserable?" you asked him and he shrugged, looking away from you and back at the paused TV. "Hello? Cat got your tongue?" you quizzed, causing him to roll his eyes. "Talk to me."

"I just-" Maxwell took a deep breath. "I hate the time of year. I mean, since meeting you, it's been better. It's been so much better but still… it still feels tainted by my past." he revealed. You wrapped your arm around him and lay your head into his lap. He found his fingers smoothing out your hair, bringing him a sense of comfort and belonging. "I don't know what to do."

You thought for a moment, glancing back at the paused television and back up at your boyfriend. "You remind me of Scrooge." you said out loud.

"Excuse me?" Maxwell asked and you giggled, reaching over to grab the remote and press play on the television.

"Ebeneezer Scrooge from A Christmas Carol," you clarified, pointing at the character on the television. "He was always miserable around Christmas. He made his business associate work in the cold and he never gave to charity… but then three ghosts came to visit him and he changed into a better, kind hearted and more generous man."

"Wow," Maxwell scoffed. "You really know how to make me feel better." he said sarcastically and you slapped his arm playfully. "I don't see the resemblance. I give to plenty of charities and I never make my employees work in the cold… and what is he wearing?"

"Maxie," you laughed. "It's set like, 100 years ago. Listen, I think you're wonderful. You give so much already. And I love you no matter what but… Christmas in particular is a time for giving back. Helping those who are less fortunate than ourselves. I think it could really bring you a kind of happiness. It'll keep you occupied and-"

"You have something in mind, don't you?" Maxwell sighed and your lips curled into a grin.

"Maybe…." you smirked, your eyes sparkling with excitement and desire. Maxwell loved to see you happy.

"Okay, what is it?" He asked and you sat up, taking his hands and giving them a gentle squeeze.

"When I was in the city the other day, I saw that the orphanage have been asking for donations. They're saying they'll accept anything. They just want the children to have a Christmas they'll never forget." you explained and Maxwell nodded. He was one of the biggest investors for the orphanage in DC. As a child, he knew how it felt to feel left behind. "So Max, what if we give them a Christmas they'll never forget?"

"Send more money?" he asked, already reaching for his checkbook.

"No. No that's...not what I meant." you shook your head.

"Well what do you propose?"

"Shopping!" you beamed and Maxwell sighed. "C'mon, it'll be fun." You grinned, pulling him off the sofa and wrapping your arms around him.

"It's Christmas Eve, the mall is going to be chaos." Maxwell shook his head in dismay.

"We are going shopping Maxwell." you said sternly. "Trust me on this one."

You pulled him over to the lobby and passed him his winter coat, scarf and gloves before swinging on your own faux fur jacket and wooly hat. "You can make up for this tonight." Maxwell told you, playfully smacking your ass as you opened the front door. You laughed and rolled your eyes before taking your boyfriend's hand and pulling him outside.

Maxwell was right. The mall was chaos, but luckily everyone was in a world of their own, too focused on getting their last minute Christmas shopping in before the big day tomorrow. "What's the plan?" he asked as you analysed the map of the mall, trying to figure out the most efficient route.

"We get toys and clothes and…" you looked up at Max. "100 kids live in that orphanage. We're going to do the absolute best we can for them, okay?"

"Okay." Maxwell agreed and you took his hand.

"Okay," you confirmed. "Let's go."

The first stop was a department store. It was bustling like you had never seen before. You and Maxwell both decided it would be best if you split up and went your separate ways before reuniting at the main entrance with your shopping. Taking control, like he always did, Maxwell told you to pick up toiletries while he'd look at the children's clothes.

You found yourself grabbing bubblegum flavoured toothpaste and princess pirate toothbrushes and washcloths, mermaid bubble bath and astronaut shower gel. You were practically pushing everything you could find into your shopping basket, trying your hardest to ignore the heaviness and the way your arm ached from the weight of it. You grabbed some fruity fragranced body spray for the slightly older girls and some deodorant for the preteen boys before heading to the checkout.

Maxwell Lord in the children's clothing section of the busiest DC department store was something else. He was surrounded by pink fluffy cardigans made for two year olds and onesies with little trains printed on them. Maxwell was someone who had a key eye for fashion, and while you were someone who wanted to grab everything you could, Maxwell really valued the quality. He strutted over to the designer brand section and picked out a dozen pairs of cashmere socks, winter UGG boots, Gucci jackets and white, frilly, made in Milan dresses.

But then his eye caught on something. It wasn't designer, it was a small, pale yellow babygrow with the words "Daddy's little princess" embellished in pink glitter writing. It was the smallest thing he had ever seen and he was enamoured. He stared at it for a few moments, before it was snatched away by a middle aged red faced woman with her hair scraped back into a ponytail.

"Hey!" Maxwell shouted, spinning around and pointing his finger at the woman. "That's mine." he frowned, angry that she had taken the last one.

"Finders keepers." she snarled.

Maxwell tore his hat from his head and removed his sunglasses. "Do you know who I am?" he quizzed bitterly, his hand taking place on his hip.

The woman gasped, her mouth parting slightly. "Oh- oh my god," she said with shock dripping from her tongue. "You're! You're Maxwell Lord! The King of Infomercials!!! I just seen you on the television in the electronics department!"

Maxwell smirked, satisfied with his reputation and influence he had over people. "Yeah, that's me. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to need that uh…" he didn't even know what to call the babygrow, instead gesturing aimlessly towards it.

"Okay!" the woman beamed, "But could I get an autograph and a kiss on the lips?"

Maxwell's frown deepened. "What?"

She scrambled around in her purse for a pen and handed it to him, rolling up her sleeve. "Sign me!"

"On- on your arm?" Maxwell asked and she nodded eagerly. Maxwell removed the lid and swiftly signed his name over her skin before handing her the pen back.

"Oh wow," she blushed, fanning herself before pouting her lips.

"Yeah, not happening." Maxwell sighed. "I'm not kissing you." The woman knotted her eyebrows together and straightened herself up, but before she could retort, Maxwell snatched the babygrow from her arms and ran to the elevator. "Nice doing business with you!" he grinned, waving his arms and running away."

After paying for the goods, you and Maxwell met back up and made your way, this time together, to the toy store. "Reminds me of when I was a kid," Maxwell smiled at the memory as he took your hand and looked up and down the shelves in awe. "My dad would take me here every year to pick out a new toy for Christmas. It was one of the only times we got to spend with each other." You hummed, leaning your head into his shoulder. Maxwell grabbed a few stuffed animals and threw them into the shopping cart. "I can't wait for the day I have kids." he announced.

"I thought you didn't want children?" you asked, your voice soft at the thought of your boyfriend being a father.

"I thought for so long I didn't want kids…" Maxwell admitted.

"I think you'd be an amazing father," you told him, squeezing his hand, only making his smile grow further. "Hey, we should get a few of these new electronic train sets! And the new Little Mermaid Barbies! What do you think?"

"I like how you think." Maxwell replied, pressing a kiss into your forehead as you picked out the dolls.

It was around 2 p.m. on Christmas Day. You and Maxwell had just finished your dinner and you had slipped into a fleecy elf dress you had purchased at the mall a day prior. You revealed yourself to Maxwell who was laying on the sofa watching the television has his stomach settled from all the food he had enjoyed.

"Check me out!" you grinned, giving him a little twirl, the bells on your elf hat jingling. Maxwell's jaw dropped as he drunk in your appearance.

"Where on God's great earth did you get that?" he asked, looking slightly mortified.

"The costume department at the mall!" You laughed. "I thought I could wear it for when we visit the orphanage. Don't worry, I got you a little something too so you don't feel left out." You presented Maxwell with a full body Santa Claus costume. "Ta da!"

"Not a chance." Maxwell sighed.

"Come on!" you growled playfully. "I'm sure the kids would love Maxwell Lord giving them presents, they'd be star struck. But Maxie, they're kids. I think they'd love it even more if the presents were delivered by Santa Claus." Max grimaced, knowing you were absolutely right. "Please." you pouted, fluttering your eyelashes.

Maxwell sighed again, this time deeper. He could never deny you. "Fine," he grumbled. "I'll get changed and then we can go."

You squealed excitedly, kissing his cheek. "I love you so much Maxie," you said, and Maxwell felt a blush creep over his cheeks. "I just know you're going to be a great dad one day."

"My back hurts." Maxwell moaned as he adjusted the sack of presents over his shoulder. You chuckled, shaking your head as you carried bags of clothes and toiletries of the orphans.

"Proud of you," you assured him. "Almost there."

You practically melted when you saw the delight of the screaming children hurry over to your boyfriend and wrap their tiny arms around him. "Ho ho ho," Maxwell bellowed and you watched with complete adoration as he dropped the sack of presents and interacted with the children. "Have you all been good this year?" he asked and the kids screamed in affirmation.

"Santa Claus!" A little girl gasped, reaching her hands out and making grabby fists. "I thought you weren't coming this year." she admitted, her eyes glossy. Maxwell kneeled down so he was level with the child.

"My elf told me how good you had been this year," Max smiled, pointing at you. "What's your name darling?"

"Maxine," she smiled and you saw Maxwell soften.

"I like that name." Maxwell replied, pulling her into a hug. "Merry Christmas Maxine."

"Thank you Santa, will I see you next year?"

Maxwell looked at you and you nodded your head. "Of course, as long as you be a good girl, I'll come back next year."

Maxine grinned, before hugging Maxwell tighter, refusing to let go. Just then, a boy who you estimated to be about thirteen or fourteen tapped you on the shoulder. You spin around with your best elfish smile, but frowned when you saw the magazine he was holding. It was a tabloid with your face on the cover. You winced at the bad angle. "You look like Max Lord's girlfriend." he deadpanned.

Maxwell's head snapped towards you and the boy and he strolled over. "Well well well who is that beautiful lady?" he asked, taking the magazine from the boy and checking it out.

"Max Lord's girlfriend." the boy replied. "Your elf looks like her."

Maxwell pinched your cheek. "This elf? No, not a chance." Maxwell laughed and you gave the child an apologetic look. "This lady in the magazine is far too beautiful to look like my head elf."

You weren't sure whether you should feel offended or not. Little Maxine gasped, racing over. "You can't say that!" she squealed. "What about Mrs Claus?"

You smirked, leaning into Maxwell. "Yeah Santa, what about Mrs Claus?"

"Uh- well! Mrs Claus… I do love Mrs Claus very much and she's at home baking Christmas cookies so I better be on my way… but it was lovely to meet you all!" Maxwell waved and you stifled back a laugh.

"Please don't go." Maxine cried, hugging Maxwell's legs.

"Be good and I'll be back next year." Maxwell promised, patting her on the head.

"Promise you'll come back?" Maxine begged, tears in her eyes. You wondered how many times little Maxine had asked a parental figure to come back to her and been let down. Maxwell wondered the same, his heart breaking at the thought.

"I promise." Maxwell affirmed, raising back to his feet and placing a hand on the small of your back.

"Merry Christmas everyone! Enjoy your presents and remember to be good children. We hope to see you next year!" you said farewell with a cheery smile and the children waved back.

When you got home that evening, you slid out your elf shoes and took off your hat. "Can you help me get out of this dress?" you asked Maxwell, holding up your hair so he could reach the zipper.

"Actually…" Maxwell trailed off, biting his lip. "Maybe you could wear it for bed?" he suggested with a smirk.

"An elf? Really Max? You want me to be an elf?" you laughed in disbelief.

"Could be fun." he shrugged and you rolled your eyes, opting to leave the elf dress on as you clambered into the warm king sized bed, watching Maxwell as he got undressed. "Oh I almost forgot," Maxwell said, reaching into the bag from the department store yesterday. "Close your eyes." You followed his instruction as he dived into the bag and took out the pale yellow babygrow he had fought for. He padded over to the bed and sat down, placing the outfit in your hands. "Open."

Your lips parted slightly as you took in the embellished words 'Daddys little Princess'. You glanced back up at your boyfriend and gave him a questioning look. "I'm confused." you admitted and he took your hands, rubbing circles into your skin.

"I really want a kid," he whispered, looking into your eyes. "I know you do too, and when we've talked about it I've always shut you out but… damn it, I really want one. Do you think… I mean. What do you think-"

You cut him off by pressing a kiss into his lips and holding him tight. "Okay," you nodded, your voice croaking with all the pent up emotion, rubbing your nose against his. "Let's have a baby." you smiled and Maxwell grinned, pushing you into the bed and climbing on top of you.

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[firemedicdiaz]

Doctoring December - Day 11

For @persephone-divine.

Fandom: Star Trek AOS. Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader. Prompt: Check-up. Word Count: 1297. 

You walk into med bay a half hour early for your quarterly physical, smiling at Christine as you approach the nurses’ desk.

“Well this is a pleasant surprise,” Christine says brightly.  “It’s not often we get folks arriving on time for their physicals, let alone early.”

You smile and shrug.

“I woke up early,” you explain.  “Figured I might as well come in and get this over with.  Unless Dr. McCoy is busy, of course, in which case I’d be happy to come back in a bit.”

Christine tuts softly, stepping out from behind the desk and ushering you along toward a private exam room.

“Nonsense,” she murmurs.  “He’s just doing some paperwork.  It’s nothing that can’t wait.”

You allow her to lead you into the room and take your seat obediently up on the bio bed.  She activates it, allowing it to start tracking your vitals as she disappears again.  You wonder just how long you’re going to have to wait when Leonard steps in, smiling warmly.

“Hey darlin’,” he says brightly.  “Glad to see you could join us this morning.”

You roll your eyes at the reference to all the times in the past where you showed up late or skipped your appointments all together.

“I deserve that,” you say sheepishly.  “But in my defense, I don’t hate check ups as much now that I’m dating a doctor.”

Leonard chuckles and nods as he moves over to a cabinet across the way from where you’re seated.  You watch him open it up and pull out a few unfamiliar-looking pieces of equipment and your heart rate creeps up a little.  He hangs a stethoscope around his neck and turns to face you again, his gaze briefly flicking up to the biobed monitor readout.  He gives you a reassuring smile as he approaches you, some of the strange instruments in his hands.

“Don’t worry, sugar,” he assures you.  “There’s nothing to be scared of; I’m just going to examine you the old-fashioned way this time.”

You watch him warily as he sets a couple of things down beside you and look up to meet his gaze as he grasps your wrist, his fingertips settling over your pulse.

“Why?”  You ask.

Leonard shrugs, glancing at the chron to count your heart rate.

“Because you’re my first patient of the day and we have the time,” he replies.  “And I like to keep my skills honed just in case.”

Satisfied, you nod and let yourself mostly relax as he finishes checking your pulse in silence.  You comply with his every instruction as he moves on, checking your blood pressure (you much prefer the biobed’s noninvasive remote telemetry for that particular measurement), temperature, and oxygen saturation.

He moves on to shine a light in your eyes, leaning in very close and cupping your cheek gently as he examines them closely.  The heat of his touch is comforting and you lean into it, immediately missing the contact when he finishes up and pulls away.  You do your best to sit still as he moves on to asking you to turn your head one way and the other to check your ears.  You wrinkle your nose at the strange sensation but otherwise persevere.

“Say ahh,” he instructs as he moves on to check your throat.

The tongue depressor leaves a woody taste in your mouth and and you make a face as Leonard pulls away, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Alright, darlin’?”  He asks.

“This is not what I signed up for,” you say dryly.  “But I get to have your hands on me a little more this way, so I guess I shouldn’t complain.”

Leonard rolls his eyes, leveling a long-suffering look on you.

“Would a little incentive butter you up a bit?”  He asks.

“Maybe,” you hedge.

“How about I give you a lollipop at the end if you humor me?”  He says.

You consider it for a moment before nodding.

“Deal,” you say with a small smile.

Leonard looks content with your response and moves on to continue the exam.  He reaches up to gently check your lymph nodes, his fingertips pressing into the column of your throat feeling more like a massage than an examination.  You want to press yourself into his touch, as he skillfully palpates every inch of your neck and collarbones but resist the temptation, letting him go on uninterrupted.  The sooner he finishes, the sooner he can touch you in earnest.

He pulls back at last and reaches for his stethoscope - the one piece of equipment you’re familiar with from all the time’s he’s used it to listen to your heartbeat in past.  You sit up a little straighter as he wordlessly asks permission to slip his hand beneath your shirt, nodding your consent.

The stethoscope is warmer than you’d anticipated as he presses it to your chest, undoubtedly from being in contact with his tunic while he’d worn it around his neck.  You breathe in slow, quiet, measured breaths as he moves it to a couple of different spots, watching your face intently as he listens to your heart and lungs.  You meet his gaze and he flashes you a playful wink, setting your heart into a slightly quicker rhythm.  You know he’s caught it by the look on his face as he pulls away.

“Don’t you say a word,” you warn.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Leonard says lightly, feigning innocence.  “Your heart and lungs sound great.  Now, can you lie back for me?”

You keep a glare leveled on him as you swivel around, pulling your feet up to lie down on the biobed.  He disregards your expression entirely as he looms over you, his eyes searching your face for any traces of hurt as he presses gently but firmly on your abdomen.  His touch is light enough not to cause much discomfort but deliberate enough to avoid tickling you, and before long it’s gone all together and he’s holding out a hand to help you up once more.  You take it, pulling yourself into a seated position and swinging your legs over the edge of the bed.

“So, what’s my prognosis?”  You ask, watching him slide a collection tube into a lancet before returning to your side.

You offer up your arm, pulling your sleeve up to your elbow as he swabs off a patch of skin on the inside of your forearm to draw some blood.

“We’ll have to wait for the labs to come back,” he explains.  “But so far, everything checks out.  You’re in perfect health.”

You beam, wincing only a little at the sting of the needle as he takes a blood sample.  It’s over quickly, at least, and you pull your sleeve back down as he finishes sticking a small bandage in place over the puncture mark left behind.

“So do I get my lollipop now?”  You ask.

Leonard turns away for a moment, labeling the collection tube to send off for testing and then turning back to face you.

“I just need to have a look at one more thing,” he says lightly.  “Open up and say ahh.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Didn’t we already do this?”  You query.

“Humor me.”

You shrug and obey, opening your mouth to let him carry on with whatever he’s about to do.  You’re anticipating the unpleasant taste of another tongue depressor, but instead you’re rewarded with something distinctly more fruity.  Closing your mouth in surprise, you’re pleased to feel a lollipop stick between your teeth and you grin.

“You’re sneaky,” you say around a mouthful of candy.  “I love it.”

Leonard smiles warmly, stepping closer and reaching up to cup your cheek, running his thumb over your cheekbone.

“I had a feeling you would.”

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#Doctoring December #Star Trek AOS #Leonard McCoy #reader insert

[writtenbymisunderstoodbeauty]

All For You

Pairing: Gerard X Reader.

Warnings: No smut but there’s a make out session and suggestion.

Summary: You’re a cheerleader. He’s a punk. Your family and friends don’t like him at all, but… you’re secretly dating him.

A/N: I actually hate the title but I think it matches the story line. This took about a week to finish. I hope you take the time to read this and give feedback, that would be nice. This started out as a drabble but it’s longer.

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“Bye!”

You stood by the open door in your house. Your friends waved as they left to their vehicles. You shut the door and locked it. You puffed out a breath and raised your arms above your head, stretching.

‘What a day!’ You thought.

You threw your hands down.

You were still in your red and white cheer leading uniform your friends hadn’t let you change.

You moved out of the hall to the living room, it was sunset.

Oh, had you missed your secret boyfriend. You hated and was tortured over the fact, your family and friends that you had befriended when you came to Belleville high hated him and his friends for being punk. The jock and cheer leading team hated the punk scene. You didn’t know why your parents had hated him, Gerard was so romantic.

You closed the refrigerator door, holding a bottle of water in your delicate hands. You jumped as a loud sound went through your ears—you heard it again and realized it was someone knocking. You turned towards the door and could see a black and white person.

‘Maybe it’s Gerard!’

You went around the island, smiling brightly when you saw him. He smirked in return. You tried to contain your excitement as you opened the back door. You gasped as he suddenly ran into you with an embrace, you didn’t stagger back because he immediately lifted you off your feet.

“Gerard! Ha Ha Ha!” You smiled as you both twirled with ecstasy.

You loved this boy. You landed on your feet with a thud, your hands on his shoulders.

“How did you know my parents left town?”

“I didn’t. I just needed to see you.”

You stared into his sparkling hazel eyes.

He was so beautiful. As a whole.

You looked at his lips and leaned in. You pressed your lips onto his with such love.

He lifted you on top the counter, he kissed you like you were air and he was suffocating. He pulled back and looked deep into your eyes.

“I love you.”

You paused, you couldn’t believe it. You blinked back tears.

“I love you too, Gerard. Even though we’re going through shit right now just know, I love. You.”

You hadn’t seen his reaction—he pulled you into an embrace. The collision of your bodies hitting each other was soft not hard.

“I’ll do it all over again if I had the choice. No regrets.” His fruity voice breathed out.

The way he walks, talks, and thinks—it’s all sexy to me.

His soft, tousled hair was brushing against your cheek as he pulled back. His face was so close to yours, you could only make out his dreamy eyes. You could smell the beer he was drinking earlier on. His tongue was in your mouth. He was as delicious as bubblegum. In all truth, you had wanted Gerard, more than anyone you had ever known. His tongue wasn’t that wet, just the perfect amount in his mouth. The thought of him trying to show you made you excited. Your hands caressed his sides and back, roaming as you tried to make him want you more. A deep moan ascended from him, making you whine; something you tried to hide by shying away. His lips weren’t pressed as hard as they were before.

He was the boss.

Both of you, in a trance, he scooped you up like ice cream. He carried you, effortlessly, up to your bedroom. His boots made thuds on the wooden staircase. You left little pecks as he was carrying you on his flushed lips. You bat your eyelashes gently, looking only at his lips.

“Gerard,” You stated. Slow, lust filled movements of your light kisses on his cheek, jaw to finally… your happy place. His neck. “I’ll fuck you.”

#mcrx #mcr #my chemical romance #gerardway #imagine #gerardwayimagine #mcrimagine #mychemicalromanceimagine #all for you

[iamvegorott]

Undercover Love Ch. 4

Breakfast At The Septiceyes

Dark could feel his internal clock screaming at him, he had only gotten a few hours of sleep, dozing off when he would usually be getting up. He was tired, hungry, thirsty and in the need to hide in a dark corner and try to relax. But he knew that was a long ways away and stepping into the cooking area, finding it by following the scent of food, made that assumption clearer.

“Anti! Turn the music down!” Chase called from the kitchen table where Robbie was sitting in front of him and was getting his hair brushed.

“I’m gonna be your bubblegum bitch!” Anti sang loudly along with the music, dancing in the center of the kitchen.

“You’re gonna have a burned ass if you don’t move,” Marvin warned, gesturing his fork towards Anti as bacon sizzled in front of him on the stovetop.

“I don’t do ass burns,” Henrik stated, heading over to Jackie with a bowl of pancake mix while Jackie was making sure the griddle was warm. JJ was the only one not yelling or running around as he rocked his head to the music and chopped up some vegetables.

“Robbie, did you get gum in your hair again?” Chase asked.

“No...ow!” Robbie squeaked and placed his hands over his head. “Maybe.”

“Anti, can you get me an ice cube?” Chase waited a moment for a response. “Anti!”

“I got’cha!” Anti was already at the fridge opened the left side.

“Is this what you were speaking of?” Google asked as he came into the kitchen from the other entrance, a jar of hair gel in his hand.

“Yes, thank you!” Chase took the gel. “Usually Marvin gets it but we’re busy this morning.”

“No problem.” Google straightened up when he saw Dark. “Hello Dark, we’re all in the living room-uh-control room.” He stated before leaving. Anti was giving Chase an ice cube at the point and looked at Dark and Google said his name. Anti twitched his nose and went behind Chase, wrapping his arms around him and hiding his face in the crook of his neck.

“What’s got you pouting now?” Chase asked, using the hand that wasn’t holding the ice cube to gently scratch Anti’s head and chuckling when Anti just nuzzled his face in. Dark felt a little twinge in the pit of his stomach and didn’t understand what it meant. He just nodded his head and walked away as well, heading towards the ‘living room’ area.

“I was about to come get you.” Wilford chuckled, walking up to Dark and handing him a mug that was filled with tea. “Anti made a pot this morning.”

“Anti drinks tea?” Dark said in disbelief. Anti did not seem like a tea person.

“He drinks coffee for the taste and tea for the caffeine,” Wilford explained. Dark just hummed and took a sip of the tea, finding that it was actually very pleasant. It was sweet and fruity and strong but not overbearing. Dark hated to admit it, but Anti knew his tea.

“We were told that after breakfast we’d be able to start work on tracking the mob that burned down our headquarters,” Bim said, setting down a card for the game he, Bing and Yandere were playing.

“When did I ever say that?” Dark asked.

“We’re guests,” Wilford said softly, turning Dark away from the others. “They do things differently here.”

“I would have never guessed that they do things differently here.” Dark scoffed. “But you are my team. Not Chase’s.”

“It’s a temporary thing. You’re still in charge but we just need to keep in mind that we don’t own this building. The control panel isn’t ours, the food that is currently being made for us isn’t ours, we are guests.” Wilford had a hand on Dark’s shoulder. “You know it’s bad when I’m the voice of reason.”

“Fine. We’ll respect their rules but that does not mean we are to slack off.” Dark stated, heading over to the couch and sitting next to Google, who had Bing in front of him and on the floor between his legs, leaning his head against the side of his knee. Seeing that caused the same twinge in Dark’s stomach that had happened when Anti had hugged Chase. It was probably nothing but he made a mental note to talk with Dr. Iplier if it persisted and got worse. The twinge wasn’t painful it just felt...gross. It was slightly nauseating and he could feel some heat in the back of his throat and there was a hint of anger making his head slightly ache. Perhaps he was getting a cold or something. Was he even able to do that?

“Alrighty! Breakfast is served!” Chase announced, peeking his head into the room. “Come on in and help yourselves.” He added before popping his head away. Dark just sat his mug down and waited for the others to go into the room and followed them.

“A’ight, we got chocolate chip, blueberry, and regular pancakes. Bacon’s over there, cheese and veggie eggs over there and the milk and fruit juices are on the table with cups. If ya want water, the sink has a filter on it and you just have to turn that little thing.” Chase gestured as he pointed everything out. “Dark, if you want more tea, the pot is on the stove and the coffee lover’s pot is next to that. Dig in!”

Dark found himself watching again, seeing how the Septiceyes worked was like a show that was doomed to be canceled or something. Chase was at Robbie’s side and helping him get some eggs, also letting Host know what was in them since he was waiting to help himself next. Henrik was getting some bacon with Dr. Iplier, the two of them laughing when they tried to grab a piece at the same time. Bing and Google were pouring themselves some juice, Bing pouring a second cup of apple juice when Chase asked him to get some for Robbie and Google asked what Chase wanted and Chase said he’d take care of himself later. Marvin gave him a little nudge and whispered something at him before going to finish making his own plate.

Anti was sitting on the counter next to the pancakes and plopping them down on Jackie’s and JJ’s plates as they walked by, already knowing what kind the wanted. Anti complimented the design on Yandere’s nails and asked if she could help keep his black polish on longer and Yandere answered with a giggle while Bim made a scrunched up face. Anti pushed Bim’s glasses up with a finger and said he had nothing to worry about before asking what pancake they wanted. Dark didn’t understand how Anti could be like...well...that? He looked like someone who was always in trouble with the law, scars, and gauges and torn clothing screamed rebel and he had a snarky attitude to add and yet he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Anti and felt some heat in his chest when Anti rubbed at Robbie’s hair when he came up to him, calling him ‘Robocop’ and making sure to fix his hair after giving him a pancake and sending him back over to Chase. Robbie also looked really happy having been with Anti or ‘Ant’ as the purple-haired man called him. Dark chewed his cheek and grabbed a plate for himself, heading over to Anti.

“Here to insult how we do breakfast?” Anti said with a huff. “It must be hard to not have everything all prim and proper.” And there was the snark.

“There’s nothing wrong with a bit of organization,” Dark stated.

“And there’s nothing wrong with taking that stick out of your ass.” Anti stuck his tongue out.

“At least I’m not childish.”

“At least I’m not boring.”

“Boring? I-” Dark bit back his tongue, it was not worth getting into an argument this early in the morning with the lack of sleep he’s gotten. “The tea you made was delicious.” He chose to say instead, taking a chocolate chip pancake before walking away, not seeing the slight tint of pink on Anti’s cheeks.

“Since we have twice as many people, we can eat in the living room. Everyone take napkins.” Chase said, making sure Robbie had a napkin under his plate and let him go on to the other room. “Anti, you still with us?” Chase asked, going over to Anti and snapping his fingers in front of his face.

“Huh? Uh, yeah. Sorry. Zoned out.” Anti jumped off of the counter. “Saved a blueberry one for ya.”

“Thank you, Anti and I made sure Henrik didn’t take all the bacon.” Chase chuckled and Anti smiled at Chase, neither seeing that Dark was still watching, stepping out when the two went to get their own food.

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Lord have mercy upon my soul 1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? I always try and have a decent balance with the two, but I lean towards more milk. 2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? It depends. If I've just left a warm place, it feels refreshing, but if I'm already outside and cold then it feels like death.3) what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? Right now I'm alternating between an astrology card I got from a fortune teller machine in a Spinelli's and a dollar bill that has the word "BONER" written on it. 4: how do you take your coffee/tea? Coffee sweet with shit like chocolate or pumpkin spice, and tea usually iced with enough sugar to taste the diabetes.5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Yep 🙃 I lost my retainer in the 8th grade so my teeth are Fucked Up™6: do you keep plants? I certainly try, but I'm kind of like Timmy's mom from Fairly Odd Parents7: do you name your plants? Yep! I used to have a bromeliad named George before I accidentally killed it. 8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? I tend more to just bottle them up lmao but if I had to pick one it would be writing 9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? I do, but I refrain from doing so in public out of respect for others 10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? I'm a stomach sleeper. It's painful. 11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? Most of my jokes honestly. "Just watch some porn and eat more chocolate", "you got a 30 on your ACT", the implication that I on the reg put it in @fuckthepersonthattookmyusername's ass, stuff like that. 12: what's your favorite planet? I feel like I should say Earth since I live on it? But I also highkey relate to Pluto bc I, too, constantly struggle with validation. 13: what's something that made you smile today? My dogs. My Big Dumb one is chasing his tail in front of me as I type this. 14: if you were to live with your best friend(s) in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Spacious, with lots of plants and a goat skull hanging on the wall. A nice kitchen. My dog is there and healthy. 15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! I don't have my glasses on and at first glance I thought this said "weird spice fact" and I got really excited. I did google a space, fact, though, and I learned that Neutron stats can spin at a rate of 600 rotations per second. 16: what's your favorite pasta dish? Does "all of them" not count? If I had to pick one, right now it's tortellini. 17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? Silver. I do love my red, though. 18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. Basically everything I do that exemplifies how dumb I am lmao. I almost didn't graduate high school and they nag me parent-style about that one a lot.19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I do not, I've tried before but I've never known what to write in it. Plus I'm always way too paranoid that someone will find and read it. 20: what's your favorite eye color? @stripper-boots's 21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. The only bag I really have that's lasted a while (I abuse my bags lol) is an orange drawstring with a skull printed on it. It's got some weeaboo buttons on it bc for a while it was my convention bag. Now I mostly use it to collect buttons on. 22: are you a morning person? Absolutely not. If allowed to I will sleep until 2 pm with no issues.23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Usually just sit around and watch YouTube/Netflix or play video games. Today is actually one of those few days, actually. I've got plans on running to the local farmer's market too so I can plant some herbs later on. 24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? I have people I would trust not to tell anyone else, but I still wouldn't ever tell them. It's less a trust issue and more that I just don't want anyone knowing some of these things. 25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? An abandoned church compound. It was a big lot full of tons of old buildings. Some of them were used for storage and had a bunch of newer stuff in it but some of them looked like old schoolhouses and dorms. The desks inside had schoolwork dated from the 70s in them. The place has since been leveled, though. It's a shame. 26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? My combat boots. They've seen hell, basically. 27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? I can't remember the name, but 5 gum has these two that are great. One is a fruity flavor that kind of tastes like Monster and one is a mint that's great because it's not as harsh as most other mint gums.28: sunrise or sunset? Sunset, probably. I'm usually awake to see that one more. 29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? Exist. 30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? On one hand, I think so, but on another hand I do have that "could be worse" issue. Yesterday I was woken up by a man I didn't know knocking on my door and then literally climbing on my roof. After he got down he started banging on my door and yelling. That was pretty terrifying but I do feel like it could have gone much worse. 31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I do enjoy weird patterned socks, I think they're cute. White socks are demon spawn tho. I also despise sleeping with socks on. I went through a phase in middle school in which I exclusively wore fuzzy socks. Never again.32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. Boy do I have a story to share. I once went out to watch Rogue One with @stripper-boots and another friend, and somehow the night ended with us picking up another person, stealing a grocery cart from a CVS near my school, and driving through our old high school's parking lot while someone sat in the cart and held on to my van. We would then hit the brakes and the person in the cart would let go and see how far they would keep rolling. It was absolutely amazing. 33: what's your fave pastry? Listen, I'm a baking and pastry student, I can't pick just one. If I had to narrow it down, I love making turnovers and scones. Blackberry and sage scones are absolutely amazing. 34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? I kept (and currently keep) two stuffed Dalmatians named Spot and Pongo (I was a creative kid, I know). I've had them since I was born and they're both incredibly dear to me. 35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? I always want to, but almost every time I end up too afraid to use them because I want to wait and find something that would be worth using them for (spoiler alert: I never do). So I've stopped getting them lol36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? Probably The Neighborhood or something like that. I'm feeling pretty mellow today. 37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? I like to keep it super clean (even if it occasionally gets messy thanks to depression). The people I live with are pretty messy and it gets to me pretty badly so I try to have at least one clean area that I can retreat to.38: tell us about your pet peeves! Hoo boy, here we go. I cannot stand it when people chew with their mouths open (people that have to due to some sort of disability or something don't count, ofc). It is seriously one of the grossest things in the world to me and it honestly makes me uncomfortable to the depths of my very soul. Most of my family and a few of my friends do it, too, and it absolutely kills me. I also can't stand it when people put their feet on things or when they do something I've asked them not to because they find it humorous. 39: what color do you wear the most? Black. I'm still a little emo kid at heart. Plus I own all dark haired animals lol. 40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? I wear a collar around my wrist that belonged to a dog we fostered. It's from when he was a puppy, which I think is pretty great because as he grew up he ended up coming up to my hip with his shoulder. Seriously, he was huge. 41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? Both of the books in the Kingmaker, Kingbreaker series. I read them my sophomore year of high school and I still think about them a lot. I'm not even sure why, they just struck a chord with me and I absolutely love them. 42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! I feel obligated to say the one that belongs to my school. It's basically the only one that I really frequent, anyways. The cafe mochas are amazing. 43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? Honestly, I can't remember the last time I actually stargazed. It's definitely been a while.44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Probably before I was born. My mom smoked a lot of weed while pregnant with me so I'd imagine I was a pretty chill little fetus. 45: do you trust your instincts a lot? Anxiety won't let me. 46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. Basically any pun my chef instructor this past quarter told us lol. Or anything that comes from @stripper-boots47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Candy corn 48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? I was always terrified of tornadoes, to the point that some nights I would just lay awake and cry because I was afraid that a tornado would come crashing through my house, even on nights with nice weather. I'm no longer that afraid of them, but I do still get really nervous when it storms out.49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? I love CDs! I haven't bought one in a while, but the most recent one I "acquired" (aka stole from my dad) was the Cloud Atlas soundtrack. 50: what's an odd thing you collect? Sadness. 51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? I associate the song "Fuck You" with my mom. Because fuck her. 52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? All of them53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? I've seen Rocky Horror and parts of Beetlejuice. They're both pretty awesome. 54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? Myself in the mirror lmao55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? I try not to be dramatic that much? Idk. I'm answering all 100 questions of this rn to prove that I'm not a little bitch. 56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Genuine care. Like honestly, someone can act caring towards me once and there we go, I think they're great and want to be their friend. 57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? You mean there aren't people that dramatically reenact the lyrics? 58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? @thenomoreotaku is the self-proclaimed wine mom. I feel like @stripper-boots is the vodka aunt. 59: what's your favorite myth? Listen I love mythology, do not get me started. Just all of them. 60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? I really like "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" from Robert Frost and basically anything from Neil Hilborn. 61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? Every gift I give is stupid. I'm not very good at giving gifts. 62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? I'm not really a fan of juice. 63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? I want to be organized but I am Not. 64: what color is the sky where you are right now? Kind of a light gray with some blue. It rained last night. 65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? I haven't seen my friends since Saturday night, does that count as a long time? 66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? Anything with bright flowers (probably red) and maybe some Quartz on it too. I actually plan on making some soon. 67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? I like the melancholy feel but I hate how humid it is when it's misty so I'm kind of on the fence about it. 68: what's winter like where you live? Normally I would say Fucking Cold but this winter was actually pretty warm so?? Thanks global warming. 69: what are your favorite board games? I really like Betrayal at House on The Hill, and I appreciate the cutthroat factor of Monopoly. I was also recently introduced to Arkham Horror and it was pretty lit. 70: have you ever used a ouija board? Nope71: what's your favorite kind of tea? I have this black tea that's cacao mint flavored and I love it 72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? YEP73: what are some of your worst habits? All of them. 74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. Listen I have like, 3.5 friends this is going to be a pain to choose one. I have one that's pretty saint-like lately. Bc they're holey. 75: tell us about your pets! They're all amazing and I love them. I have a 6 year old blue pitbull named Jinxx, 3 year old Presa Canario named Murdoc, a 9 year old brown tabby cat named Tiger, a fluffy black cat named PJ that's somewhere between 7-9, and a betta fish named Radicchio. 76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? Going to the farmer's market and cleaning my house. 77: pink or yellow lemonade? I don't like lemonade 😐78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? I will hate minions until the day I die 79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? My friends literally made me a bedroom. 80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? They're just white. I wanted to paint them but I never got a chance before we moved in. 81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. He much will everyone hate me if I use "azure pools" 82: are/were you good in school? Definitely not lol. I think I'm getting better now that I'm college though. 83: what's some of your favorite album art? I really like some of the drawings from Alesana's album The Emptiness. That's all I can think of off the top of my head.84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? I currently have one tattoo of my cat, and I plan on getting something baking related (probably a quote about bread) and something Wizard of Oz related. 85: do you read comics? what are your faves? I always mean to but I've never actually gotten around to it. 86: do you like concept albums? which ones? I love concept albums. Alesana did three concept albums in a row that were all related and I absolutely adore them. 87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Cloud Atlas, Uno: The Movie88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? Do Snapchat filters count 89: are you close to your parents? Occasionally with my dad, but not with my mom 90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. The one I live in lol. Louisville is pretty lit. Lots of good food. 91: where do you plan on traveling this year? I'm hoping to make it to Sandusky for ColossalCan in the beginning of June.92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? There is never enough cheese 93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? My sidecut. It's basically my most recognizable trait at this point. 94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? My stepbrother's birthday is the 14th 95: what are your plans for this weekend? I'm not sure, but I'm hoping to chill with the D&D squad and play some more board games. 96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? I can't remember the last time I installed an update on my computer 97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? ISTP, Libra, Slytherpuff98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? Probably year or so ago. Hiking is lit. 99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Stressed Out from top because I'm always stressed 🙃100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? I wouldn't press either tbh. Leave that shit how it is.

[ianmkeenan]

BOG Bubble

Information about BOG Bubble:

Effects

Fragrance

Flavors

Adverse reactions

Medical

Growing

Flowering time

There are countless strains bred by various breeders. Over the years, some of these have also been improved while others abandoned. At any rate, one of the things that separate one breeder from the others is the attention to quality. It is the desire to keep developing new ones that are far better than any previously created. Such was the case of BOG Bubble when it was bred by B.O.G. Seeds.

Although they have already developed many hybrids, BOG Bubble is by far the best and one that B.O.G. Seeds are proud of and for a good reason – its genetics was passed on to one of the most potent medical strains ever Sour Bubble.

BOG Bubble is a descendant of the notoriously sweet Bubble Gum, known for its insane euphoric high. It is also a past winner or among the top placers in numerous Cannabis Cups. From its predecessor to descendants, BOG Bubble is sandwiched by highly-acclaimed strains. In more ways than one, it is a testament to the quality its quality.

Information about BOG Bubble:

ORIGIN Bubble Gum EFFECTS Uplifted – 10 Happy – 10 Relaxed – 10 Creative – 9 Hungry – 9 ADVERSE REACTIONS (NEGATIVE) Dry eyes – 10 Dry mouth – 10 FRAGRANCE Bubble gum, earthy, fruity, lemon, sweet FLAVORS Blueberry, bubble gum, flowery, sweet, earthy MEDICAL Insomnia – 10 Stress – 10 Depression – 9 Pain – 9 Cramps – 8 FLOWERING TIME INDOORS 6 to 7 weeks FLOWERING TIME OUTDOORS Early October THC CONTENT % 15% to 19% INDICA / SATIVA % 50%/50% INDOOR YIELD 10 to 12 ounces per square meter OUTDOOR YIELD 12 ounces or more per plant CLIMATE Warm climate

* 10 is the highest * 1 is the lowest

Effects

BOG Bubble leans towards the Indica side. However, it also comes with pronounced mental effects. It begins with a gentle mental buzz that is not only uplifting but also euphoric. Often, users are left feeling upbeat and can be productive. It does help clear the head and inspire creativity. Feeling good about themselves, the cheerfulness translates into being sociable.

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Once the physical effects kick into the body, though, it delivers a sedating kind of relaxation. At this point, most users tend to feel lazy. It is also highly possible that some may find themselves in a couch-lock especially if they have used more than enough.

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BOG Bubble is a classic hybrid that brings users on a cerebral high before gradually bringing them to a state of complete body bliss. It is perfect for use during the late afternoon in which there might be some things to do before settling into an evening of relaxation.

Fragrance

Like Bubble Gum, this strain emits a strong sweet note that is reminiscent of childhood favorite gums. Its fruity smell also blends quite well with an earthy base with a lemony note.

Flavors

It is no surprise that this strain tastes even better than it smells. More so, it is just like candy that includes natural notes. Upon combustion, one could easily identify the sweet taste of bubblegum. As the flavors set, an earthy floral flavor with hints of berry delights the users.

Adverse Reaction

Even when using it in moderation, strains always have adverse reactions to every user. Most of the time, one would imminently experience a degree of dry mouth and eyes.

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Other than that, unwanted reactions would often just happen once too much of the strain is used. Some get overwhelmed with the intense high which leads to either dizziness or a headache.

Medical

BOG Bubble has a THC content of up to 19%. Although it is not insanely high, it remains above-average in potency. As such, its effects can be quite intense. Once used for pharmacological reasons, the same reasons that make it favorable among recreational users also makes it useful for the medical users.

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During the early stage, as it induces an uplifting sensation, it helps people calm down. As it intensifies, it wipes out stress. Consequently, it becomes useful in the battle against depression and many other similar ailments.

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Because it does provide a reinvigorating feeling, some people find it useful in warding off fatigue. Of course, it does not last long like a pure Sativa as the physical high sets into the body.

Once in complete relaxation, the sedative-like traits of BOG Bubble help soothe aching muscles. To a certain extent, it can help reduce physical pains including muscle spasms and cramping.

During the comedown, most people end up sleeping. As such, one of its best use is to help people get quality sleep – something that is invaluable to insomniacs.

Growing

Of all the good things that can be said about BOG Bubble, be it its effects for recreational and medical users to its fragrance, it might have one weakness. That is it does not have a high production of buds. Furthermore, obtaining its seeds may not be that convenient. Of course, that depends on where the potential grower is in the world.

While it will grow well outdoors, it appears to be better suited for indoor growing. Because it is susceptible to molds and pests, having a controlled environment lessens these risks.

Flowering Time

Indoors BOG Bubble as a quick flowering period of only 6 to 7 weeks. Such is typical of Indica plant structure. During harvest, growers could expect up to 12 ounces of yields.

Outdoors Grown in the garden or backyard, it will want to be planted in a place where the climate is dry and warm. Normally, harvest should be ready in October with each plant producing at best 12 ounces of buds.

Have you ever smoked or grown your own BOG Bubble? Please let me know what you think about this marijuana strain in the comments below.

Robert

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