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sirazaroff · 4 months
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Any headcanons or AU style things with Weiss
Hey friend~
Weiss is one of my fav lil goobers, but I realize I haven’t really sat down and thought much about her character. My brain just turns off when I see her it's just 'mm yes is Weiss :)'
Anyways, I gave it a go. If there’s anything specific you’d like to know (shipping/character relationships/her take on canon events) just ask me further. Enjoy my ramblings:
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The eyelid of Weiss’ scarred eye is damaged, permanently drooping
She’s the queen of puppy dog eyes
I like to think she takes after Willow a lot. There’s a lot of shared personality, characteristics, even looks between them. She’s a mama’s girl and Willow’s ‘favorite’
Weiss is forever cold, always liking to bundle up in some aspect. If anyone warm is around, you can usually find her snuggled up with them
I'll ship Weiss with a lot of the main gorlies. Big fan of polypiles
I feel like she wears red because of her grandfather, keeping his colors around as a reminder, but eventually she also associates the color with Ruby. Seeing her as a leader and partner to look up to and rely on
She is so easy to read. There is no hiding how she’s feeling
I like to think she hates wearing heels, but damn if she wont continue just to keep the slight height she can afford
She likes to pet Blake and Vel's ears sometimes. Soft, warm, it's chill. (This comes from the anthology manga)
The sexual tensions between her and Coco sets off geiger counters
She will steal other’s clothes, having at least one item from just about everyone she’s on good terms with
There’s a response Miles gave about how her kebob incident with Cinder played a large role in shaping her current personality, and I totally agree with it. Escaping death def changes a person
Expanding on that, I also think Weiss is now rather anxious/paranoid about Cinder the way she keeps being targeted by her. Sudden fire startles her and Weiss refuses to split off on her own if on missions or anything open like that
Weiss eventually surpasses Yang in humor but it's cause of her dry wit, never the puns
Post Atlas, her and Winter are on more equal terms. Her sister's been knocked down the pedestal some in her eyes, but she still holds respect for her all the same. She can just act more casual with her like she does with team rwby
Weiss knows a lot of 'cultured' skills because of her privileged upbringing such as chess, orchestral instruments, dancing, sports like tennis and badminton, even cooking, but the one thing she could never manage was baking and it haunts her cause all she wants to do is make a yummy batch of cookies for Ruby 🍪
Weiss prefers coffee as her hot drink of choice, but she makes attempts to drink Blake's favorite teas so they can bond over that
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princessbrunette · 2 months
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the manspread!!! the birks!!! the cap!! god i'm feral. dbf!john b is meeeeeeoww but it's even better seein that smirky smile of his when you prance around the house n he's hangin with your dad, teasin him the second your dad slips off for a minute just knowin he'll slip up into your room later - 🍓
so i scrolled down and we are going back to this conversation because it’s so yummy and im not done with it (i fell asleep last night before i could answer everything)
but the smirky smile rarrhhhh (we’re getting visuals again to help me use my words 😁)
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literally staring you down with a big smile like this whilst you’re prancing around infront of him, trying to keep his thoughts pure knowing he’s gonna sneak off into your bedroom later on when your dad passes out from all the beer n food. your dads too focused on the tv to see the way you lovebirds are eye fucking eachother anyway !!
and then later on when your dads well and truly asleep he sneaks up to your room n creaks the door open, coming to sit on your bed whilst you sit on your dresser opposite swinging your legs, just tempting him in your little skirt !! and of course he does the john b thing, shaking his head all fake outraged at you like this while he gives you a little talking to
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“uh uh, no. you… cannot be doing that kinda thing infront of your old man, little girl. makes me look bad, you know that right?”
but it’s not long before you’ve crept over onto his lap, rocking on his dick through your panties shutting him up with kisses, and you feel him smiling again <3
“mm, gonna be the death of me, i promise you that.” he hums against your mouth and <33
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ivystoryweaver · 9 months
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Decadent chapter 6
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Summary: You have feelings for Miguel, but how can you tell him?
Pairings: Miguel O'Hara from the film Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse x female reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Notables: NSFW 18+, mention of death, cursing, smut. p in v, dry humping, oral -m and f rec. Multiple orgasms, overstim, biting, bondage, wounds. not beta'd.
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PREVIOUSLY on Decadent...
Miguel produced one of his extra shirts and carefully dressed you as best he could. Gathering all your belongings, he carried you to a car, where the two of you were driven to his home.
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You stood in Miguel's decadent bathroom (which was bigger than your entire living room) staring at your naked body in the full length mirror. Puncture marks littered your neck, throat and one leg, while scratches criss crossed your torso and thighs.
Miguel had brought you back to his penthouse, biting into your throat again in the car. He didn't drink any blood, but he explained that keeping you numb would make it easier to get you cleaned up.
With absolutely no questions from any of the building staff, he carried your limp body, with hardly any effort, all the way to his bedroom. Then he drew you a bath, reminding you that your cuts wouldn't sting so badly while you were still numb.
While that might have been true, you were starting to believe that he was really into having you in a paralytic state, like a doll. You would have to think more about that at some point.
Miguel had taken you into the tub with him and made sure to wash you thoroughly. While he indulged running his hands all over your supple skin, caressing your breasts, dragging his fingers up the inside of your thigh, cupping the round swell of your ass - he didn't try anything else in the bath.
By the time he dried you off with a huge, luxurious, fluffy towel, and started to sterilize your wounds, the paralytic had almost worn off. Still, he finished his duty and carried you to his bed, dressing you in one of his t-shirts just like last time.
"I'll get you something to eat," he informed, not really asking what you would prefer to do (or eat). But once he returned with a tray of fruits, vegetables, cheeses and various dips, he explained your options to you.
"After you eat, I can have you taken home," he offered. "Or you can stay."
You nodded, unsure really what to do. What did Miguel want from you? Probably nothing. It was more likely you who wanted something more from him.
You finished eating and excused yourself to the restroom, where you were now staring at your marked body. Your aunt would absolutely die if she saw you like this. You were an adult, so of course she respected your personal, private life, but this...a no-strings-attached fling with your boss - being practically drugged, incapacitated, wounded, hurt?
Her voice had always been a bit like your conscience, so it wasn't surprising that you were thinking of her now. You should leave. Maybe Miguel was dangerous. Were you going to walk around with cuts on your body all the time? Would he ever get carried away and drink too much blood?
You understood, then, why Miguel hadn't touched you all week. Maybe he really was trying to protect you - which had to mean he cared...right?
Drawing a deep, determined breath, you pulled the t-shirt back down over your body and went to find him. It wasn't really late enough to go to sleep, so you had some time, even if you decided to sleep at home.
It took you a few minutes to locate him because he wasn't in the bedroom. After a detour through the kitchen, you climbed the winding staircase to the luxurious den. Miguel was seated in the oversized leather chair, reading a book. Clad in a soft gray t-shirt and boxers, he looked so relaxed and incredibly yummy.
As if feeling your presence, he lowered his reading material and smiled warmly. "You get enough to eat?"
"Mm-hmm," you hummed, padding over to stand in front of him. "Did you get enough?"
Pushing a hand through his damp, dark hair, he tossed the book aside. "I'm sorry." He was fully aware he'd pushed you too far in his office.
Feeling a little bold, and curiously seeking answers about where the two of you stood, you placed one knee on either side of his spread thighs and eased down into his lap.
"I don't know, Miguel," you gently teased, locking your wrists behind his neck. "I think you liked it."
Shifting slightly underneath you, he swallowed hard, remembering you wore only a t-shirt because he'd shredded your panties back in his office. "Liked what?"
Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you touched your forehead to his. "If I ask...will you tell me the truth?"
His eyes drifted closed as your warm breath tickled his cheek, but he didn't answer.
"You like biting me," you began, rolling your hips forward, pushing your center against his hardening length. "True or false."
"True," he breathed, meeting your thrust halfway.
"You like fucking me - "
"True."
You giggled, winding your fingers through the strands of hair behind his ears. "You like the taste of my blood."
He turned his head away then, eyes downcast. "True," he muttered, his body easily responding to yours.
Leaning in, you breathed hotly on his ear. "You liked tying me up and using my body."
"Yes," he panted, gripping your hips with both hands and grinding up into you, shivering as your bare wet cunt started to dampen the thin fabric of his boxers. The two of you shared a delicious rhythm, and even though he had superhuman stamina, he wondered if you were too sore for anything more tonight. He wasn't exactly gentle with you before.
"Miguel...feels good," you moaned, sucking on his earlobe and tugging his hair forcefully.
The two of you continued on, pawing and humping like teenagers, his hard length and your wet naked heat hardly concealing what you both really wanted.
"You like when I'm paralyzed." You went on with your game. "You like me silent...and still...helpless."
"Fuck - yes. I'm sorry," he groaned, sliding his hands under your t-shirt to feel your breasts.
You whined as he rolled your nipples before palming your soft mounds. Releasing his neck, you pulled at the hem of your shirt, pushing his arms out of the way and yanking the shirt over your head.
Miguel had to look away at the sight of all your scratches. There were even some bruises appearing as the evening wore on.
"Look at me," you commanded, halting the grinding motion of your hips.
He complied, his eyes flashing as you lifted one of his fingers and used your hand to drag it across your breasts. "You like marking me...claiming me - "
"You don't want to play this game with me - "
"True or false," you demanded, grasping his chin in your free hand. "You like to see my body like this. Marked up by you. For you."
"Yes," he growled, knocking your hands away to run his palms all over you - up your thighs, over your soft abdomen, stopping to squeeze your breasts. Then he wrapped one strong hand around your throat.
"Now you answer me," he ordered, sliding his other hand down to your mound. Dragging one finger through your slick folds, he teased you slowly, adding a little pressure to your throat.
"You like when I fuck you."
"Yes," you panted, grinding against the heel of his palm. After spending a while numb in his office this evening - feeling little to nothing, you couldn't get enough of his touch.
"You want me to tie you up - use your body," he said gruffly, pushing his thumb roughly over your clit, easing into a rhythm.
Bracing yourself by gripping his broad shoulders, you rocked into him, forgetting to answer.
He squeezed.
Choking out a little cough, you tried remember his question. It didn't matter anyway. The answer was yes, yes, yes, you craved everything he did to you. Even though some of it was dangerous and you shouldn't.
"Please," you gasped, grasping at his arm. He allowed you to pull his hand away from your throat, figuring he'd gone too far.
"Please don't stop," you whined, your hips still rocking, desperate for friction. "Use me. Mark me. Just please, please..."
With a growl, Miguel lifted you up in his arms and tossed you onto the chair, switching places with you. Fiery red webs erupted, binding your legs to the chair, spread so far apart your hips started to ache. This left your hands free to sink into his hair, which he guided you to do.
"You've given me enough tonight," he lowly purred, teasing your slick hole with one fingertip, making you shudder with desire. "Want to make you feel good."
Spreading your pussy lips apart with two fingers, he used his tongue, hot and heavy, to swipe into you, smiling against you as you jerked in pleasure. He licked every fold, collecting your juices, humming deeply - the vibrations making you cry out.
The noises were obscene - both the slurping of his mouth and the squelching of your greedy cunt. Throaty, guttural moans erupted from deep within - you had never made these sounds in your life.
You came suddenly, just from the teasing. From his tongue exploring your folds, the slightest brush over your clit - from the pressure of your legs straining against his warm webs. Just the words he'd said - the thoughts running through your mind, had you careening off a cliff of wild pleasure.
Then he really got to work. Pushing the pad of his thumb back over your clit, he gazed up at you, watching your face adjust to another assault while you were still recovering from your first wave.
"M-Miguel," you panted, whining as he focused his attention below. "Wait, I..."
"Shhh," he commanded. "Doing so well, for me, baby. Taste so fucking good."
Twirling the tip of his tongue around your hole, he finally thrust his tongue inside, curling and plunging in time with the vigorous strokes of his thumb on your clit.
Your back arched violently and you yanked his hair hard. This only made him fuck his tongue into you faster, using a little bit of speed to add delicious vibrations.
It felt so fucking good - you couldn't stop whining and moaning in absolute bliss, pushing his face harder against you. You couldn't wrap your thighs around him the way you wanted to because they were still bound. So he let you shove him violently into you like a toy until you came again.
"I-I don't think I can - " It was too much.
"You can," he purred. "Just relax, baby. Fuck, I love you tied up like this - spread so wide for me."
His lips found your puffy, swollen clit and he sucked harshly. "Such a pretty pussy for me to play with," he breathed, his hot puffs of air tickling your soaked cunt.
He started sucking again - this time using his free hands to trace his fingertips over your calves. You could feel the slightest scrape of his talons, but he didn't break the skin, continuing to relentlessly suck, dragging his fingers higher and higher. He caressed along the insides of your thighs, taunting your slick pussy before thrusting his digits inside. Curling his fingers, he fucked up into you, his lips greedily suckling until you came undone. Again. And again.
What started as the best orgasm of your life turned into something of a marathon - maybe some kind of challenge for him. After a few rounds, tears leaked out of the corners of your eyes and your moans settled into whimpers. Your body went limp, yet somehow, you still burned for him.
You had never felt anything like this and, logically, you knew your body needed to rest, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to stop.
After one more, he finally freed your legs from the webbing and scooped you up, pulling you into his lap. "There it is," he softly taunted, wiping the tears from your face. Taking a moment to relish your fucked out expression, he grew hard at the sight of your listless gaze, your eyes glassed over, mouth slightly parted as you tried to get enough oxygen.
"I don't have to bite you to make you weak for me."
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You spent the rest of the weekend doing your own thing - just like any other typical weekend. You went to the farmer's market, cooked some food for the week, cleaned up your apartment, binged a TV show and read a little.
The curiosity over where you stood with Miguel was starting to get to you. After about a thousand and one conversations with yourself about remaining professional, or at least friends-with-benefits, you realized you wanted more.
And that was dangerous ground. You were younger than him, you were his research assistant, and you had made it no secret that you liked the dangerous and somewhat violating things he did to and with your body.
When it came down to it, did you even know Miguel that well? You supposed you knew him as well as anyone knew a brand new boyfriend. (Not that he was your boyfriend). But dating allowed time to learn about one another's past, and find out what they might want in the future.
You had talked to him about your aunt, your childhood and things like that, but you didn't know much about his past - only that he'd once had a daughter who passed away.
You decided to see how Miguel handled Monday before attempting to ask him deep, personal questions or worse, declare some sort of feelings for him...
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Monday Miguel was as normal as Miguel ever acted. Meaning, the two of you had a typical day in the lab. Upon returning to his office to finish up some work for the day, he mentioned that he was a little distracted by your legs in the skirt you were wearing.
"I wear a skirt every day," you countered, but you may have batted your eyelashes in the process.
"And I get distracted every day," he teased back, motioning you over to his desk.
You obliged, reveling in any attention he was willing to grant your body and not just your brain. Couldn't a girl have it all?
Smiling up at you, Miguel almost seemed ... soft. Smitten. Probably all in your head.
Running his hands underneath your skirt, he squeezed your thighs possessively. "Baby, I don't know how I'm supposed to get anything done when all I want to do is push this up make you come."
You choked. Like actually choked. It was awkward. You were somehow stunned.
"S-sorry," you sputtered, totally embarrassed.
His eyes narrowed as he studied you, his hands slipping underneath the hem of your panties, tickling your hip bones.
"It surprises you that I want to fuck you?" As he posed the question, one finger pushed your already damp panties aside while another swiped through your folds.
He made you stand there while he finger fucked you through two orgasms. Now that you'd felt his talons and fangs, he seemed less timid to use his mouth and fingers. And he was good at it.
Tuesday Miguel was the same. Work? Check. Complimenting your outfit and body? Check. Beckoning you over to the Desk of Sex? Check. Pushing his huge hands up your skirt, yep.
Then he yanked you down for a feverish kiss, helping you undo his pants and then demanding that you ride him good.
Wednesday he asked you to get on your knees.
"Want to fuck that pretty mouth."
He wasn't gentle. God you loved it.
Thursday, he was sullen. Moody. He picked a "fight" with you over nothing. He bent you face down over his desk and made you cry, he fucked you so hard.
You begged him to do it again.
Friday, he was quiet. You figured his sour mood from Thursday had carried over.
Near the end of the day, you gathered your courage and circled around to his desk.
"Are you mad at me?"
He didn't look at you. Said you should just go home.
With a defeated sigh, you decided to go, when he reached for your hand.
When you turned back to him, you saw his scarlet irises glassy - the nearest thing you'd ever seen to him shedding a tear.
Using his hold on your arm, he pulled you to stand between his legs and wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your stomach. Reeling a bit from the sudden shift of mood, your hands slowly found a home in his dark waves, smoothing them soothingly away from his face.
You lost track of how long you must have stood there - Miguel's hold on you desperate. He didn't cry. He was completely silent.
Twirling the hair behind his ear between two fingers, you gently called his name.
"You can tell me things, Miguel," you offered, not knowing what else to do - not knowing how to know him - what he needed.
He never said anything else in the way of an explanation. He finally released you, muttered sorry, and left.
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Okay, you were going to have to say something. The past week at work started out in pretty fun fuck-buddy fashion, but Thursday and Friday had you reeling. What were you going to do with this man?
You had to know if there was any chance of him feeling anything substantial for you. If he laughed in your face, you felt like you could handle it. Hopefully. You simply had to know.
That's where you found yourself on another Saturday, baking some pumpkin bread while aggressively cleaning the rest of the kitchen...
...when Miguel called.
You almost missed him - your music was turned up so loud, but you caught him just in time, answering breathlessly.
"Miguel, hi!" Yikes that sounded a little eager.
"Hey...it's Miguel," He greeted, sounding a bit uncertain.
"Yes, phones let you know that information," you chuckled.
"I'm outside your building," he informed. "Can I come up?"
What? Shit! You were a head-to-toe disaster. You were definitely going to have to haul ass to your toothbrush, change out of your oversized AC/DC 'cleaning' t-shirt, complete with bleach stains -
"Hey, is that okay?" Miguel tentatively questioned. "I have empanadas." As if his sing-song voice, surprise weekend wonderfulness, and homemade Mexican deliciousness could tempt you!
"Sure, come on up," you casually replied. "Wait, do you know which one I'm in?"
"Yes," he chuckled, "your address is in your personnel file."
Right.
So after you tried to make a small miracle out of your appearance, regretting that not one drop of makeup would find its way to your face, you had to let Miguel in to your front door.
If you weren't rushing around like mad, you probably would have had an extra moment to really freak out that MIGUEL was in your apartment!
"Sorry," you greeted, ushering him inside. "I'm a mess and everything else is too. I've been cleaning. And baking."
"Smells good," he grinned, leaning down to kiss your cheek. Eyeing you up and down, he added, "I don't think you could ever look bad in anything."
Then he scurried right around you. "Kitchen this way?" As if your tiny apartment was hard to navigate.
It only took a few minutes to dish up the food, take the bread out of the oven, sit down at the table, and for curiosity to completely overwhelm you.
"So...what led you to my personnel file...and then my door?" You queried, trying not to moan at the deliciousness of Miguel's empanadas. Or maybe it was just Miguel.
Wearing a simple (tight) navy blue t-shirt and jeans, he looked and smelled freshly showered. And edible.
"I wanted to apologize," he said simply, taking a swig of his beer. "For the last couple days."
"Oh?" You carefully responded, hoping he would elaborate.
"Yeah." He didn't say anything else until he finished eating. Pushing his chair back from the table, he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees.
"Uhm...yesterday was...my daughter...Gabriella. She-she died. Yesterday was...the day."
You almost dropped your food.
"Oh, Miguel..." Easing out of your chair, you sank to the floor in front of him, placing your hands gently on his thighs. "I'm so sorry."
Blowing out a shaky breath, he pushed one hand through his hair. "It's okay. It...it's been a while. Still hard though."
"Of course. Of course it is," you soothed, reaching for his free hand.
Squeezing your hand, his eyes fell on yours. "I wanted to tell you yesterday - when I hugged you. I tried to tell you. But I..."
Shaking his head, he sighed. "It's personal and I don't really know if we..."
You nodded understandingly. "It means so much that you told me," you whispered, bringing your joined hands to your lips to press a tender kiss to his knuckles. "You can talk to me, Miguel. I care about you."
Well, there it was.
"I know." He was quiet for a few moments, and you thought he might open up to you - tell you more. Or tell you he cared too.
Instead, he pulled your hand, guiding you up to sit on his lap. Without another word, he kissed you. It was a Miguel kiss - a very careful, slow, no-fangs kiss. You wondered if he showed up here needing a distraction. Or maybe a connection, or even some tenderness.
You had questions. They could wait for now.
This wasn't a wild moment for the kitchen table. Easing off his lap, you took him by the hand and led him to bed. Instructing him to lie down, you kissed him and kissed him and touched him all over, gently but hurriedly pulling the clothes from his body first - then your own.
You kissed him again and then moved down and took him in your mouth. He didn't protest. You tugged and twisted the base of his cock - all of him that wouldn't fit into your mouth. He groaned at how well you took him.
Threading his fingers through your hair, he thrust gently, guiding you right where he wanted you.
"Just like that. So good, baby."
It didn't take him long to finish, coating your throat as he groaned in pleasure.
After swallowing him down, you pulled off his softening member and crawled up to drape your body on top of his. Tracing your fingers along his jaw, you turned his face and captured his mouth in a languid kiss.
His hands wrapped around your body, caressing the curve of your back and tracing the swell of your ass. You kissed for a long time, holding and feeling each other, with more tenderness than you'd ever shown one another before.
Finally, Miguel gripped your hips and guided you down on his stiff cock, pushing and pulling you with possessive tenderness. His mouth never left yours as he rolled you over, tucking you carefully underneath him.
Breaking your kiss, he caged your face between his forearms, pushing into you with searing, deep thrusts.
"Can't ever get enough of you, mi amor," he whispered, staring fervently into your eyes.
Caressing his face, you slid one leg around his waist, urging him deeper. "I know, Miguel, I..."
But you couldn't tell him. So you kissed him again.
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scorpioracha · 2 years
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Skz during wash day
This is one of my maladaptive daydreams that gives me the sweet sweet Sarah Tone nun😩
Soooo I thought I would share with you all
Mostly fluff a bit of crack and since I’m me NSFW themes
Bang Chan 방찬
-I feel like earlier on in the relationship Chan is a little hesitant to take part in your wash day routine??? Idk I feel like since it’s something he might not be familiar with, his initial thought process is to stay out of your way.
-As he grows more comfortable in the relationship he spends a good portion of the day just peaking in and out of the bathroom, making a list in his notes app of the products you use in case you ever run low
-Definitely reads up on natural hair forums and comes to you with seemingly out of the blue questions.
“Baby girl?”
“Yeah?”
“In your opinion what is better for your hair. Shea moisture or coconut oil?”
“…huh?!”
-Wants to be near you but still doesn’t want to interfere so he perches himself on the edge of your bathtub and just admires you.
-is not prepared for the mid wash day frustration. He sees you getting antsy and with his natural born cheerleader tendencies he tries to cheer you on.
-it did not work💀
“Baby girl you’re doing so go-“
“Boy. Hush.”
-he has learned if he wants to stay in the bathroom during this process, there will be no speaking.
-music is a must on these days. He’ll either play low fi music or some tracks him and the guys have been working on. The peace and almost quiet is something he’s grown to love on these days.
-Just the two of you, enjoying each other’s presence. Sharing songs and instead of words, encouraging grins and little finger hearts.
-Yeah, Chan loves wash day
Lee Minho 리노
-this gremlin.
-This motherfucker
-You never know what version of him you’re gonna get on a regular day, let alone wash days
-Being alone was never an option. He values your space just as much as he values his own.
-Just not on wash day.
-he’s got sharp eyes and an even sharper nose. If he doesn’t see you trying to detangle your hair in the sink, he’s going to smell it.
-Imagine the cartoon characters following the smell of something yummy
-That is Minho the minute you open any of your products. And the worst thing about him is he comes in silently.
“Mm coconut?”
“Jesus Christ Minho!”
-He’s definitely like a stubborn cat who just wants to be around you without being helpful at all.
“Baby please I can’t detangle my hair and hold your hand”
“… it’s my hand”
-cue grumpy Lino
-if you thought that was the worst of it you were solely mistaken.
“Jagiyaaaa…Jagi…love of my life…my reason to liv-“
“WHAT??!!”
“…I’m bored” :(
-Would never admit it to the group but honestly a big kid
-You keep him occupied by asking him to oil some rubber bands for you and it falls pleasantly silent
-Turns out he just wanted to be helpful. You can’t help but reach over and give him a little kiss. His ears flush read and he hums happily pulling you in for a few more.
-…wash day is definitely going to take the ENTIRE day at this rate
-but you wouldn’t have it any other way
Changbin 창빈
-Im sorry to do my baby like this but a little slow-
-Definitely has the spirit tho!!
-Unlike the other two he definitely wants to be hands on during the process, and I mean the whole process. You got braids to take down? Show him how to do it and park your pretty ass between his legs. You got a puff to detangle? aht aht sit your ass down😐👇🏾
-It’s definitely a learning curve for the both of you, him not having enough experience with natural hair and you having done it all your life getting a bit frustrated with him. He’s too gentle with the wide tooth comb and your life flashed before your eyes when he tried to run the rat tooth comb through a knot…his did too when you death gripped his hand on pure instinct🤠
-But since we know loverboy always wants to be all up under you he does research on his own time and comes back still as eager but this time with some knowledge to back it up and if he read the hair love book for visual learning then that’s between us🥲
-if you’re more independent and honestly don’t want his help in this aspect of your life then he’ll accept it and watch from a far or even entertain himself in a different room while you work.
-If you do accept his help he’s going to do everything he can to prove that he’s
A)a fast learner
And
B)more intuitive than he comes off
-he loves having you near him and honestly taking down braids or detangling is therapeutic for the both of you. He’s a romantic at heart and head over ass soft for you so he’ll definitely try to make the experience as calming as it can be—he’s seen you take down/detangle yourself and his own arms hurt from watching—you’re his baby and he just sees this as another way of taking care of you
-Be ready for tons of forehead kisses and unfiltered aegyo because this man is soft
-He knows how important your hair is to you so he has a bit of a heartgasm over the fact that you trust him enough to help. He can’t help but to lavish you in praise.
“you’re so beautiful yeobo”
“Oh? yeobo? Gonna make me Seo y/n”
-he blushes all the way down his neck and giggles but doesn’t deny it as he leaves kisses along your temple
Hyunjin 현진
-Oh you and this pretty baby? Your wash day becomes y’all’s washday.
-He didn’t really understand why you dedicated an entire day to your hair at first but once he saw the magic in motion he understood and he wanted in.
-Every time you pulled out the deep conditioner he would follow you to the bathroom giggling in excitement grabbing his robe and wash cloth because it meant y’all were gonna get naked and he was ready.
-you soon learned that kneeling down with your head in the tub wearing nothing but a towel
A)was really fucking annoying trying to keep it up
And
B) turned Hyunjin into a feral little freak
“Baby pleaseee I’ll be quickkkkk!”
“Jinnie, I love you but you’re getting shampoo in my eyes so move!!!”
The entire time he kneeled next to you and ran his hands along the nape of your neck and your back. It would’ve been cute if he wasn’t giving you his fuck me pout and not so subtly biting at his lower lip.
-yes a little freak indeed
-when you finally were able to rinse out the deep conditioner and sectioned your hair into four twists it was Hyunjin’s turn to get washed
-kneeling over the tub was a bit harder for him but he liked how close it made you two as you had to hover over him to get to his scalp
-Honestly has a spiritual awakening while you’re scrubbing at his scalp. Spends the majority of the shampoo completely silent wondering how he’s ever washed his hair any other way and the other half of it letting out little hisses and whimpers, eyes shut just completely focused on the feeling of your nails running along his scalp
-makes the rest of the experience sensual without even trying to
-He’s sitting there like 🥰☺️☁️😴💤
And you’re sitting here like 😳💦
-most of the horny goes away though when you wrap his hair up in a towel and he sits up starry eyed with cute rosy cheeks
-But he couldn’t be cute for long🙄
-While you cooed at him he wrapped his hands around your waist and snatched your towel, sprinting out of the bathroom towards your shared room
Jisung 한
-Oh Jisung Jisung Jisung
-our boy Sungie
-He is a ball of anxiety🧍🏾‍♀️
-It’s most likely his first time dating a black girl so his mind is just racing with every possible way he could accidentally offend you to the point where he just looks like this the entire time😀
-His first instinct is he wants to touch because it’s freshly washed and soft and smells like a lavender vanilla wonderland
-he knows he’s usually allowed to touch, but this is a different activity and a different context so he’s like 67% sure there will be different rules
-he knows the answer to all of his problems is just asking but his tongue feels a bit heavy and his eyes are darting back and forth between your hands and the comb and-
“Sungie baby, you okay? You look constipated”
“Is it racist if I really wanna touch your hair right now? I know this is a nuanced topic and I’ve been doing my own research because it’s not your job to educate me on these things but I’m really confused and it looks so soft and I love you so much and-“
You have to grab his shoulders and shake him a bit to get him to calm down. You then bring him to the living room, sat criss cross on the floor and explain everything to him and he has those big wide eyes and is gently nodding to show he’s really listening.
“So…I can touch?”
You can’t help but to laugh and pat his cheek.
“Yes sungie, you can touch. I’ll do you one better, you wanna learn how to do some twists?”
-and Jisung is anything if not a man up for a challenge
-you spend the rest of the day starting twists for him to finish until he gets the hang of it with a now full lap of snacks—the convenient store below your apartment was real convenient—and the tv playing your comfort show
Felix 필릭스
-oh ho ho ho ho, this boy is gonna be so helpful you have no idea.
-you usually try to schedule your wash days for when he’s not home so you don’t disturb the little bit of rest he gets inside, so it becomes a free for all for you. Music blasting, no pants on, face still a bit crusty from freshly waking up and food on the stove ready to be heated up when you’re done.
-you are completely in your element
-until you turn around and Felix is behind you with a grin on his face
-bro the heart attack you had💀
-he’s standing in the doorway of the kitchen balancing an assortment of sweets from a bakery near the studio and a camomile tea in the other hand
“Hi baby”he’d say, voice a little too raspy for your comfort. You narrowed your eyes at him taking a step back.
“Hi…?”
“Hyungs sent me home!”
“…why?”
“I have strep!”
“…youhaveWHAT-“
After you had certified that he was in fact not dying and had antibiotics in one of those bags you could finally relax.
-or so you thought?
“Whatcha doin lover mine?”he asks wrapping his arms around you waist.
“Move plague victim” you whines
trying to squirm away from him, he laughed—one of his deep ones that made you weak in the knees—and held you closer.
“Doctor said it’s a minor case, I’ll be better by tomorrow”
“Oh thank goodn-“
“But I told Hyungs I need the next few days off”
You were puzzled.
“Why?”
“Why?”he grins, “cause I missed my baby.”
“Oh you think you’re so cute”you’d say finally wiggling out of his grasp, walking towards the bedroom.
“As a button!” He called after you
-the house was quiet for a few more hours as you took your washday from being scattered around the kitchen back into your bedroom, Felix being fast asleep on the couch. All the excitement—and NyQuil—tuckered him out.
-He slept like a rock until the early evening when you finally finished the last braid for your braid out and went to go check on him.
-he sat on the couch, swaddled in a blanket looking at you like you had murdered his puppy.
“You traitor!”
“Huh-“
“You were doing your hair stuff without me!!”he whines, launching a throw pillow at you.
“M-my hair stuff? Baby what?-“
He huffed and stared up at you. “You think I don’t notice? At least every two weeks I come home from the studio and you smell like coco butter and coconut and yummy and I never get to see you do it and I wanted to see!!”
You couldn’t help but laugh as you flop onto the couch next to him and pinch his cheek.
“Baby you were asleep, and you’re sick”
“Do you not want me to help?”he asks looking uncharacteristically serious.
-you had never really thought about it. You always assumed that he wouldn’t be interested or get bored. There was no point getting used to the help when he was just gonna wander away after a bit anyways.
“I always want your help, Lix”you say squeezing his hand, “it’s just-“
“It’s just nothing”he pouts. “Y/n I love you, all of you and I wanna be a part of this”
“Felix baby, it’s not really that big of a deal”
“Well it’s a big deal to me”he says, “cause you’re a big deal to me. Is there any way I can still help?”
-You sigh and bite back a smile.
“You wanna grease my scalp?”
“Yes yes yes!”he bounces in place.
-late nights in the living room sat between Felix’s legs as he hums softly and greases the parts one by one with total reverence.
-Being cherished wasn’t a feeling you were used to, but you could. Peering back to see his adoring eyes you sighed and leaned further back against his legs.
-yeah, you could get used to this.
Seungmin 성민
-Seungmin is another one of our quality time babies but is a little more lowkey about it?
-let me explain, our boy Seungmin is a lover of paralleled activities. He’s happy to just sit in silence working on different things as long as you’re in his vicinity.
-soooo this definitely applies to wash day
-You usually set up in the living room with your supplies while Seungmin is either in the kitchen washing dishes or in the living room with you doing his own thing.
-Definitely a supportive man, no price is too much If it’s in your benefit. But he’s also a little tease so if you want something from him you need to speak up. Part of this is him wanting to be a little shit but the larger part of this is for you to build up confidence in asking for what you want.
“Seungminnie…”you whine, burying your head in the crook of his neck. He chuckled softly and ran his hand across the expanse of your back.
“My big babyyyy”he coos, “All you have to do is ask”
“But…”
“Baby, do you want it or not?”he asks, patting your butt.
“I want it…”
“Then ask for it”he says.
“Fine”you huff, “can you please buy me a satin bonnet?”
“Of course cutie, you know where my card is”
-He doesn’t really get too involved? Not that he’s not interested in you, he just doesn’t see a point in stepping in when you’ve already got a routine working for you.
-If it starts getting too late and you’re still not finished, he’ll order take out and park himself in front of you to feed you. If he cares about anything more than you, it’s feeding you. Dating Seungmin is constantly having your physical needs be met, his romantic love language is taking care of his partners.
-you have never been so hydrated,fed and rested in your life.
-the minute it hits 9pm and you’re still twisting he mean mugs you until you spit out a takeout order.
“Boy, stop looking at me”you say raising a brow.
“Jjajangmyeon?”he says in response.
“Huh?”you answer.
“Tteokbeokki?”he questions, narrowing his eyes.
“Seungmin, once again. Huh???”you ask.
He stares at you for a few more seconds before realization crosses his face. He nods and pulls out his phone.
“Burrito bowls”he says and that’s the most sure he’s sounded in the past few minutes. You blink a few times, how did he know you wanted a burrito bowl-
“You still like mint choco ice cream?”he says, after a few seconds of tapping on his phone.
“Yes?”
“Done. 35 minutes” and that’s the last thing he says. You blink again and just go back to twisting.
Jeongin 정인
-Idk why I get these vibes but I feel like Innie takes this time as the initiative to spill his soul to you???
-I’m talking thoughts, questions,concerns,conspiracies all just word vomit out of him because he can’t keep quiet in general around you.
-he can boarder on annoying when he’s just trying to be affectionate so as long as you put your boundaries in place he’ll respect them ofc. But I’m talking pinching your cheeks, cooing at you, laying himself across your lap, grabbing at your chest—the entire works
it’s giving goo goo ga ga I got your milky 🍼
-ESPECIALLY if you’re younger than him, you become his little baby. If he’s not in your lap, you’re in his. Being the youngest in the group yet the oldest at home puts him in a little bit of a funky position so having you around means he has someone to take care of and it makes him feel useful.
-you find it a little fucking DIFFICULT to detangle your hair with his arms around you, but you guys make it work.
-he’s spooked by detangling—poor baby doesn’t wanna hurt you—but he is 100% down to help with washing and conditioning.
-his favorite thing to do is spray your hair with the spray bottle while you do detangle tho, and since he’s another little shit your shirt and neck will be getting soaked.
-I feel like if Innie likes anything he likes pre wash day preparations the most? Sitting in bed after sleeping in, helping you take down your hair. He was a little
👁👄👁?????
at first but once you explained that it didn’t hurt he found the repetition to be soothing, and you weren’t complaining. Four hands work faster than two.
-will steal your little rubber bands to put his hair in pigtails
Gets popped cause those little rubber bands don’t grow on trees🙄
-accidentally spilled your leave in conditioner and genuinely saw murder in your eyes
-he doesn’t touch your products anymore
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Hello I am secretly Zelda Lore Nerd and I must know your thoughts on like. The story progression and plot beats and how it's all put together in Twilight Princess because I've only ever watched playthroughs I haven't played it myself and I'm invested in your liveblogging of this now.
omg hi yaaaaaan
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^ u n me rn
ok so im ONLY on the death mountain dungeon right but so far in terms of story structure & level design i love this game. i feel like it hits a real sweet spot of being a little perplexing but never punishing yk like u get to use your noggin but it’s easy to progress.
like i mentioned already i LOVED the tutorial ramping you up for a horseback adventure to hyrule castle as a human guy with a sword & slingshot and the power of speech only to take it all away with the wolf transformation and hurl you directly to the twilit castle so the journey you were promised is instantly fulfilled, and stolen, and given back much harder, darker, more complicated.
you haven’t spent much time with/as link atp but it HITS like. his screentime as a guy has been so well spent in establishing his relationship with ordon village, both animals & people, and hyping you up for him to prove himself and see the world in a way that he then isn’t allowed to. the transformation feels authentically violating—it’s fun to play as the wolf, but the first time you try to talk to a familiar npc and they scream, or to open a door and find it’s an unnavigable barrier to you in this form, the realization that just as link doesn’t know how to move through the world in this body, you don’t know how to move through the game without most of the mechanics you just learned… like it hits it hits!
the spirit cleanse 🐺 -> dungeon 🧍 -> spirit cleanse 🐺 -> dungeon 🧍 pattern works really nicely. keeps things fresh, means you didn’t really waste your time in the tutorial, and also alternates the dimly lit, easier but utterly lonely wolf phases with the brighter, more social and challenging human phases in a way that characterizes the twilight itself as a threat imo? it’s melancholy, it’s peaceful, it consumes without killing, it’s vast and feels like a natural disaster… but it’s also easier to reverse than more mundane instances of greed, corruption, and violence. the motif of link with and without a community is repeated over and over. it’s yummy!!
i like that the dungeons seem to have their own characters beyond just the set dressings too. the forest temple felt a bit like a memory pair matching game with a lot of backtracking to previously explored rooms with new context for what you found in there. the goron mines seem to be a lot more timing based, with a lot of speed checks and, so far, more linear forward progress. so the elemental character of each region goes into like. what’s the most challenging quality of each dungeon, instead of just everything getting harder across the board. wood & air for flow, growth, renewal, return. metal & fire for enthusiasm, impulse, persistence, and rhythm. YUM!
midna of course is a nonstop delight. it’s not always clear when she’s available to help mechanically, like it took me forever to realize she’ll only warp during twilight phases, but that’s ok—i’ve never regretted hitting the button to talk to her extra times. (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ to me, she’s the perfect fusion of TP’s dark and silly elements. it was love from the first time she yanked on link’s ears and told him to be a good boy. um. mm. hhehe.
literally my only game design complaints are that the day/night cycle isn’t explained in game and isn’t very intuitive (time doesn’t pass in every map), and since it does determine enemy activity & merchant availability i feel like that shouldn’t be smth you have to ask reddit for… and on the wii soooo many things are bound to the A button, and the console is NOT good at interpreting which function makes the most sense for a given situation. it makes some tasks a lot harder than they should be. ah well. forgiveable!
#1 best feature without contest or dispute:
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that’s my 2 cents up to this point!
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Sweets Groovy - Shinkai Kanata FS 4*
Season: Autumn
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Kanata: hum hum hu~m♪
mix everything together well, then draw circles like blue-ringed octopus spots~ draw~ round and round and round♪
–hmm? who is it. it’s noisy out there~ i’m having fun “cooking”, i wish they’d keep it down
Niki: W, what in the world is going on here!? The smell—it STINKS!?
Kanata: ah. so the footsteps were you, niki. hello~☆
Niki: –Gya!? What’s with this brutal accident scene!?
Lined up on the table are... things with fish impaled in them… This looks like a painting of hell! The fishy smell is awful too!
Hm…? Sniff sniff… Mixed in with the smell of death is… a hint of butter and chocolate and milk…?
Uh… This trapezoidal thing with a bunch of shishamo sticking out of it… what the heck is this?
Kanata: yep, that’s “anemone chocolate”
Niki: A, anemone chocolate!?
Kanata: yes. precisely speaking, it’s chocolate cupcakes decorated with shishamo. and i just made cookies~♪
Niki: Chocolate, cupcakes, cookies? N, no way… It can’t be…
You mean these things are food? You weren't torturing the fish!?
Kanata: how rude~ hmph. i would never do that to the fishies. i’m making some yummy sweets
Niki: I don’t believe you! If you were cooking, there's no way it would've turned out this horrific though?
Or rather. Shinkai-kun, during the Old-Fashioned Sports Festival, you were in the dormitory kitchen making bentos, right? If that’s the case, then how–
(Hm? Wait a minute… If I give it a real good think again…)
(At the time, Shinkai-kun and Tenshouin-kun were there, but they were more like assistants, and the actual food prep was done by Kazehaya-kun…)
(Could it be that Kazehaya-kun anticipated a disaster and protected the peace of the kitchen!? He really is an immovable guardian deity...!)
Kanata: mm, i did make bentos for everyone during the “old-fashioned sports festival”
i made "chocolates" at the chocolat fes last year, and that got me interested in cooking
today i decided to “challenge” myself and make "sweets" all by myself
the "mackerel chocolates" i made during chocolat fes weren’t very well liked. strange, isn’t it?
but it can’t be helped. we can’t change the results.
that’s why this time i’ll make sure my “sweets” are received "well". it's "revenge", so to speak
but. i don't have anyone to help me “taste test”, so i’m in a bit of a “pickle”. there's no point if i make and eat them myself
so you came at the right time. niki, would you be my “taste tester”~?
Niki: T, taste test!? You want me to eat that!? No no no no! I’ll pass on this one!
Kanata: eh~ why not? i did my “best” making all these “sweets”. they’re definitely delicious~
Niki: No, no! You're kidding, right!? No matter how I look at it, they definitely taste terrible! You can’t call this cooking. This is blasphemous to the ingredients–
(......Hm? Wait a minute.)
(If… if I don’t taste test these… then what’ll happen to the poor ingredients? They might just get thrown into the garbage…!?)
N…n…Nnnnnnnn!
Aghhhhh! I’d rather commit seppuku than abandon the ingredients and let them go to waste!
Fine! I’ll be your taste tester!
Kanata: yay♪ thank you very much~ i “made” a lot, so “eat” up~ here, go ahead☆
Niki: Gh… This smells crazy. It feels like my saliva is retracting and my mouth has completely dried up!? It was made with foodstuffs so there's no way it's inedible, but I’m still hesitant…!
No no, Shiina Niki! This is the time to man up… there’s nothing in this world that isn’t edible☆ Let’s have a taste!
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……
Kanata: poke… poke. he~y, niki~?
h~m. his “face” turned “deathly pale”
he did eat everything though. looking at him, it seems like the sweets weren’t a “success”. that’s “too bad”
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but i won’t give up
even small droplets of water can hollow out a stone if they keep dripping in the same place☆
time to begin my “revenge” again. it's “challenge time”☆
Niki: Please, just surrender gracefully..!!! How can you be so optimistic even when you’re looking right at this tragedy?
Kanata: ah. you opened your “eyes”. i’m glad that you’re so full of spirit
Niki: I dreamed that I was about to cross a beautiful river to the other side, but an insanely strong sense of responsibility brought me back
At this rate, it’s only a matter of time before someone here falls victim to your cooking… As a chef, I can’t let that happen
The kitchen is supposed to be for making tasty dishes, not a murder site
That’s why I’m going to be your assistant and help you make those sweets, Shinkai-kun!
Kanata: h~m? for some reason it “feels” like you said a bunch of “rude” things?
well, it’s fine. it’s good to have more “friends”
i learned a phrase from “ohisama”-san that’s perfect for right now: this is “ii hiyori”♪
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clap clap clap☆ niki, you’re amazing~
tuna “cutlet sandwich”, sea bream “pie”, “senbei” made from ground fish powder. and, "cookies" made using sardine paste
all of them were really delicious~♪
Niki: Nahaha. If you’re satisfied, then it’s all good~♪
But you helped out too, Shinkai-kun. Having you to mix the ingredients and knead things together was a great help
Kanata: fufu. they were rather “small” tasks, but i’m “happy” that you said that
—now☆
Niki: Hm? Shinkai-kun, why are you rolling up your sleeves…?
Kanata: i wasn’t able to demonstrate my “ability” just by mixing and kneading together the “ingredients”
Niki: Um……?
Kanata: besides, after watching you “cook”, i thought of a lot of great “ideas”~
as “thanks” for making so many delicious “sweets”, it’s my turn to show off what i can "do"
Niki: Even after all that, you’re still not satisfied!? Ah, wait... STOOOOOOP!!
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mm yummy artificial hormones making me biologically distinct from my natal hormonal body to the point where it's medically necessary for me to be considered hormonally male for things like normal blood pressure/hemoglobin counts
This isn’t the first ask I’ve gotten like this. And it’s not the first time I’m going to say this is the equivalent of sticking a fork in the toaster despite me warning you and going “ooo yummy toasties you can’t stop me 🤪”
Like, what emotion are you expecting to provoke here? My warnings were only ever for your own good. I hope you don’t electrocute yourself. But you’re a stranger. If you thrive despite the risks, that’s great. If you electrocute yourself to death, I don’t know you.
Good luck?
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kerryweaverlesbian · 1 year
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I published 20 fanfictions in 2022. 81, 936 words of completed short fiction! I want to revel in this achievement, so here is a list of all 20 Cawis fics in various catagories. All but two are Supernatural based. Give them a read if they strike you as interesting:
I just think that women... (sapphicnatural)
Did you know that women can fall in love? I sure did!
Growing A New Half Soul (E) (Jody/Donna) (17,996 words)
Created for the @spnbangbang, with art by the incomperable @solstheimart this combines two of my greatest loves, bisexual women and fake dating. Ft disablednatural, femme Donna, and romance. I'm so proud of this one.
Thorns Around A Rose (T) (Meg/Bela) (2,932 words)
Two boss babes trying to out-manipulate each other in the Hell of my own making. The women have sick horns and they also, deep down, have sick hearts.
Pillow Talk (G) (Jo/Mary) (740 words)
I was thinking about how wonderful it is that sapphicnatural girlies and boyos will go out of our way to give these women chances to love with people they literally never met. I think that's beautiful so I wrote this.
Past to Present (series) (G/E) (Charlie/Mary) (3,253 words)
Started off with a nice little 'what if they were friends, maybe Mary's a nerd too' and then got a horny sequel haha. I'll take this opportunity to shout out the Suptober prompts writing challenge, I wouldn't have written 20 fics without it!
I got themes, they're multiplying... (specifically, sad ones)
What can I say, I like the boy miserable. From here on out these will all be Dean/Cas or without a pairing.
O I Say, Now These Are The Soul (series) (M/E) (12,107 words)
This one is one I took very seriously and I think it paid off. Dean gets locked out of his own body and experiences dissociation, with moments of respite when he's able to hitch a lift. It has silly jokes in it also. I'm especially pleased with how many different ways I came up with for voiceless ghost Dean to communicate! With a lighthearted horny sequel because I had initally planned the first part to be that and then Dean kept getting upset lmao.
If I Cross Your Mind (G) (1,097 words)
Dean spiralling in a post-tmwwbk prayer, based on the Dolly Parton song of the same name. It's all monologue babyyyyy, with a ton of Dean-isms. "Amen, I guess, if you’re into that kind of thing".
Brought to the Flame (G) (1,044 words)
Dean spiralling from a more different Cas death. Sorry baby you're just so compelling when miserable....
Meg Meg Meg Meg Meg...(Meanstiel)
Labyrinth (G) (1,263 words)
Early seasons Dean trapped in a maze and it hasn't even got David Bowie in it. But you see the maze is also in his own mind, do you see, it's what we in the biz call a 'metaphor' lol.
I adore the Meg/Cas/Dean dynamic it's soooo spicy mm mm yummy delicious
Fear of the Dark (T) (3,406 words)
Honey!Cas era, with a delightfully ambiguous relationship between the three of them. I had a great time not fully explaining what was going on in everyone's heads, I think this is like the best example of my ideal dialogue writing style.
;) ... (;))
i guess you are good for something (E) (22,761) (ongoing)
They have fraught hot threesomes and it's all about Meg and Cas more than Dean, sorry Dean, this is about Them. I was shocked to see that I'd begun this only last year! Personally defining piece of writing. It's the only one that I didn't complete and then post so maybe the pacing and arcs are not very polished but I love her. My longest work! Only one chapter to go!
What if there were fanfictions that were horny. This is my bold new vision:
Indulge (E) (1,329)
Cas being used as a sex toy (lovingly). I just think he'd like having a task that he can choose whether or not he fulfils and also he and Dean love each other very much.
Stick and Poke (M) ()
Cas gets a tattoo from Dean and they're both soooo horny about it. Insane people. Insane people who do love each other very much.
The Forest For Trees (E) (1,617)
Okay this one actually is more about jealousy than having hotsex but it is in there. Also, I don't know if you've heard this but Dean and Cas? They actually love each other very much.
Misc. (Miscellaneous)
Frames of Mind (series) (E) (5,378) (TWILIGHT) (Edward/Bella)
Reread Twilight with my beloved book club and discovered the Truth of Edward (sub who loves self-denial) so I wrote two fics about (a more mature) Bella and him getting it on without being in the same room. There's also Eco Warrior Edward representation lmao.
Sometimes I just write things...
Rest for the Wicked (G) (733)
Dean and Cas share a bed to fall asleep awwww :) also they bicker, lovingly, because they love each other
Soldier's Poem (G) (160) (Samfic)
Sad man thinks about his sad childhood lol. Getting in Sam's head is so hard, I don't know if I understand this boy to be honest.
Muppet Madness (G) (4,410) (Muppets crossover)
This was SO much fun I LOVE the Muppets. It doesn't have to all be sad man faces lonliness it turns out, sometimes you can just write that Miss Piggy thinks she overhears Castiel planning a proposal to Kermit the frog and hyjinks can ensue. I hold so much power in this keyboard...
I can't believe I made 20 works of short fiction. New Years is often hard to cope with, this little concrete fact has really boosted my mood. I did this with my own brain and my own hands. Keep on kicking, cariad.
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9, 11, 15, 18 + 21!!!
9. do i have a skincare routine?
um i use a face wash in the shower? does that count?
11. anything you’ve held onto from your childhood?
i have (not with me presently it’s at my parents house) a stuffed bunny named bunny :) i loved bunny they’re a bit worn out now but i still love them
15. rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning
okay “best” to worse i’m gonna say freezing, burning, then drowning. i put drowning at the worst cus i literally do not know how to swim and it is a fear of mine lmao
18. boba/tea order?
i haven’t ever had boba and i don’t drink a ton of tea but when i do get tea i like a uh. idk if this is the actual name for it but the one i like is called sleepytime tea? mm. so yummy.
21. a number that weirds you out?
ummm 26. and i don’t know why. but i don’t like it
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OMG PLEASE DO WRITE THE SNOW DRABBLE I WOULD L O V E TO SEE IT 👀👀👀
Fair enough! I too have very few het ships compared to the mountains and oceans of gay ships I have. I find it easier to get behind gay ships, they just hit different, y'know? Het ships are harder to get into for me, but when I do get into one I love it to death.
I have no regrets about adding Ven'tar to Lotor's “harem” (LOL) though. I'm gonna make his spouses give him all the love in the world that he deserves.
A random thought I had: so Rift Creatures they crave and consume Quintessence, right? And warships and their weaponry are powered by Quintessence.
Consider an enemy shooting beams at Lotor's ship only for him to go “*SCHLORP* Mm yummy”
Aka he figured out what he is, and reverse-engineered that shit to perfection so he doesn't parry or dodge anymore he just fucking absorbs whatever beam gets sent his way.
Sendak must've gotten a fucking heart attack the first time he saw it happen.
— OC anon
In the show, it’s implied that the quintessence that the Galra use has been somehow corrupted (probably due to haggar, but who knows? It’s not like the writers decided to explain anything), so it would probably lead to Bad Things happening if Lotor did that.
Which could certainly lead to some Interesting Situations 👀
Regardless of whether or not Sendak knows that, he still has a heart attack lol. Poor guy…he has to watch Lotor do impulsive and dangerous things all the time. The stress is turning his fur gray
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flowerkidlove · 2 years
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DUDE I'm thinking about mushrooms again I need to find so many books on mushroo.s I wanna be able to say "yea this one kills and leaves foam in your mouth as you suffocate to death :)" but also be like "mm soup mushy yummy yummy" just like at anytime
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dotssu · 4 years
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what if near from death note ask you to build a gunpla model with him.....what do you say what would u even do...
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gigglinggoblin · 3 years
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Lotus Drones: An Enigmatic Addiction
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[pov: any; 2nd person; femdom; nonconsent (heavy); implied personality death; lotus drone; drugged; brainwashing; degradation; exhibitionism; sweetening; food; bimbowned; bimbofication]
Oh, um. G-gosh. Hi. Hello. Hi, there.
No, I’m fine. My name’s Lily, which is funny, if you think about it. Heehee! You wanna have a seat?
Ooh, yes, you do. That’s nice, isn’t it? Nice sitting next to me. I saved this space for you. Nice feeling my soft, pert butt. Hee! Don’t worry, nobody’ll judge. Everyone wants to sit down next to me, but you’re the first to admit it.
It’s so… niiiice… to have company. Don’t you think?
Want a little snack? I brought them with me. This place is so busy, and the food can be so heavy. So heavy, and rich, and exhausting. Sometimes it’s just nice to sit out of the way and nibble a little. Go on.
You want a nibble? Hmm?
Oooh, yes, you do~!
Aww, that’s nice, isn’t it? That’s soooo nice. It tastes so good, doesn’t it? So refreshing. And so pretty!
Here, have another. Ooh, that’s nice and sweet on your tongue, isn’t it?
Oopsie! I dropped one in your lap. Teehee, sorry, this booth is soooo cramped with the two of us, isn’t it?
Here, let me get that for you. No, no, you don’t mind my hand there. You like it.
Mm. Yes, I think you like it, like, lots~
See? I can smell it on you. You think it’s really nice having my hand on your thigh. Ooh, yes, you do.
I have such soft, slender fingers, don't I? I bet they'd fit down your pants. Right down your hands, so soft, so easy.
You want me to try? Ooh, don’t worry, of course you do! Heeehee! Don’t worry about it. Here, eat some more yummy treats.
Isn’t that nice?
Ooh, yes, it is! You love this! So cute.
Gosh, I can tell you love eating these little snacks. They’re just like little flowers, huh? They taste so good! But it’s hard to describe what they taste like, huh?
You have to really savor it to understand.
Let it sink in… let it sink, sink, deeper and deeper as my hand slips around and strokes you, deeper and deeper and deeper… Here, have another. Yum! Heehee!
My hand probably feels so good right now, stroking you, playing with you. Mm. Yes, it does. Of course it does.
Go on. Put your arm around me. Pull me close. Feel my hot little body. Nobody will care. Eat another flower. There’s a good drone. There’s my good drone. Ooh, yes, you are.
Nobody minds seeing a good, happy drone eating lotuses. In fact, they probably think you look soooo cute right now. Teehee! Aww. What an adorable little drone you’ll be.
The pleasure’s just making it so hard to think. Your mind is getting so soft and wet and horny. You love being my drone. Love feeling me against you. Love eating them. Ooh, yes, you do! Good drone! Go ahead. In fact, you love them so much, here’s the whole bowl. Heehee!
Try a sip of this, now. Drink deep. Deeper. Deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper... Here, I’ll help you. Shh.
Don’t fight. You don’t wanna fight. No, you don’t! Heehee!
That’s better. Isn’t it? Ooh, yes, it is.
So pliant.
So obedient.
So blank and docile. Keep drinking while I… make you a little easier to access.
Nobody will notice me slipping under the table, between your legs. There’s my good drone. There’s my good bimbo drone. No, they won’t mind us. Nobody ever bothers us. They just let us have fun with the odd visitor who—mmm—doesn’t know any better.
They’ll just see two happy bimbo drones having fun with each other. And you like being a bimbo drone...
... don’t you?
Ooh. Yes, you do~
Mmmm… ooh, mm, yes you doooo...
*slurping noises*
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Lotus drones are a little-known but particularly dangerous species of the Cloistered Lands. Corrupted by the effects of a strange plant, they have only two goals: Eat and drink from the flowers they serve, and multiply.
Some speculate that the drones are filled with small ingested “seeds” within the plants. Others speculate that the plants are actually sentient, and impose their own hivemind over their drones. Others believe that lotus drones are a rare type of Low Fey, or a mutation off of daemons.
There has never been a lotus drone captured successfully for study. The last serious attempt resulted in the claiming of what is now known as the Lotus Tower, and the loss of nearly a hundred skilled mages in the process. Meanwhile, a Thriae hive that attempted to capture and brainwash a single lotus drone ended up split in two as half the Thriae and their mortal playthings were converted to serve the lotus, proving that even High Fey are not immune to the lotus drones’ charms.
Mostly, people just try to leave lotus drones alone. The drones prefer to focus on those who show special attraction to them, and so the best way to avoid being converted into a lotus drone is simply to avoid being turned on by them.
Of course, anyone who would touch themselves simply from reading about the creatures is probably in a lot of trouble if they ever meet one in the flesh.
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drariellevalentine · 3 years
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Medically Inevitable
Chapter 9- Mischievous Mishaps
Warnings:- Alcohol, slight cursing, a bunch of fluff and cuteness overload
Characters:- Arielle Valentine, Alyssa Raines, Ethan Ramsey, Arabelle Raines, Naveen Banerji, Kyra Santana, Sienna Trinh, Jackie Varma, Ines Delarosa
Pairing:- Ethan Ramsey x Arielle Valentine
Author’s Note:- Guess what! I finally figured out how to add a ‘keep reading’!
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Ethan’s PoV:-
You never thought babysitting a 5 year old would be this tough. But this girl is starting to prove you wrong. Arabelle has a level of curiosity that cannot be matched by many 5 year olds. She has questions about everything she notices. You usually approve of this inquisitive nature (as long as you don't need to deal with it) but this kid just loves to ask you personal questions. And this isn't the only hard part, the hardest thing is how stubborn she is. But yet she managed to somehow get into your life. Just like Arielle, your subconscious reminds you but you shake it off as soon as the thought crosses your mind.
Grabbing the strawberry milkshake you just made, you make your way to the living room. Handing the glass to Arabelle you take a seat in the sofa and go through Naveen's recent test reports.
“Thank you! Mm, this is yummy!”, she says as she listens to the story.
You keep looking at the pages but can barely focus, your mind wanders to Naveen and Arabelle. You try to understand what the story is about. After minutes of listening. you understand that Naveen is reading some Disney story to Arabelle from her e-book reader, guessing that because Naveen is mentioning of a prince and princess quite often along with some utensils which can talk. You scoff at the childishness of the story. 
You switch your attention back to the medical reports rather than listening to that unreal and childish love story.
Half an hour after, a whiny Arabelle grabs your attention. Sighing you place the file on the coffee table and try to listen to her.
"But I want to hear more of it!" She pouts and Naveen smiles.
"I know, Belle," He starts, "But your e-book reader is out of battery and I can promise you that Uncle Naveen just has boring books in his phone, nothing as interesting and lovable as the stories you read."
You see Naveen smirking at you as you groan. "What do you want?" You ask.
"Belle here wants to read more but her e-book reader is out of charge," Naveen sighs.
"I'll find something for her to read," you say and move towards your bookshelf to find something that a child can read.
Naveen fakes a cough and when he understands he got your attention, he proceeds with a smirk,"Just like I said, my friend, you don't have anything that a child can read and I can assure you that."
You pretend to get annoyed and go back to your seat. All this time Arabelle looks at you with puppy eyes and a cute pout on her face, again reminding you of a certain intern. This face is going to be the death of me one day! You sigh, pinching the bridge if your nose, “Fine! There's a library in this building. Let's go there."
As soon as the words leaves your mouth, Arabelle smiles at you brightly, running towards you and engulfs you in a hug, or at least tries to. “Thank you!”
Shocked from the sudden action, you sit there still for a moment before awkwardly reciprocating it. Though you act like you’re not comfortable, deep inside, this small act of affection warms your heart up.
Soon after you enter the library, Naveen leaves you to read the rest of the story to Belle because he found some books he was looking forward to read. "She'll guide you up to the part I read her," He waves before moving.
Sighing, you take Arabelle to the kids area, she runs off. After finding the book, she runs over and hands it to you. You have to crouch down to grab the book. With one last sigh, you guide her towards the sitting area. On your way, she clasps your hand, sticking to your side. Another affectionate act that warms up your heart and this time you can't help but smile.
"You know her and mine name is the same!" She says pointing towards the picture on the book.
"Really?" You ask and she nods enthusiastically.
"Her name is Belle and so is mine!" She smiles broadly.
"Isn't your name Arabelle?"
"Yes, but everyone calls me Belle," she beams at you and you smile back at her.
As you start reading she's doing everything but listen. She just won’t sit straight. She's jumping around, lying on the rug or sitting. Lastly, she plops herself into the center of your lap, bending over your knee. You look up to see Naveen laughing as he snaps a picture. “What are you doing?”
“Absolutely nothing.”, he replies when clearly you can see he’s texting someone. You’re about to ask when Belle interrupts you. You look down to see her head on one side of your leg, feet on another.
“What happens next?!”, she asks. You continue reading the story, and end up reading several more.
Arielle’s PoV:-
After dropping off Belle, you drive back to Flair and pick everyone up. “Hey guys! Are you all ready?” You look up to see everyone dressed and styled perfectly. “Looking good, ladies! Now come on!” You lead everyone to your car and drive to ‘Glamour’, the new club that opened downtown a few months back.
“Arielle, I got you a jacket! Here.” She spins me around and slips it on as the rest of the girls get down. You lock the car and head to the very, very, very, very long queue.
“Follow me, girls!”, Alyssa saunters to the front of the queue, flashing her ID at the bouncer. You notice a few paparazzi flashing pics, something the both of you are very accustomed to.
“Please, come in mam. Who else is with you, you mentioned 5 other people?” Alyssa points to the group and another bouncer leads us through the heavy crowd to the secluded VIP lounge.
"Oof! I need a drink after getting through this crowd," you sigh and take a seat.
“Well I need at least ten!", Jackie says and then places your order.
A few minutes later the bartender places a tray of shots in front of your group.
"We're going to start with tequila?" Alyssa asks slightly shocked.
"Start, finish and everything in between," Sienna giggles."That's Jackie's life quote!" She hi-fives you and all of you laugh. Jackie scoffs from beside you.
After four more round of shots, your now sultry voice says,"I wanna hit the dance floor now!"
You drag everyone along with you to the crowded dance floor. You couldn't help but move along with the sultry bass beats, swinging your hips with Aly. Both of you mirror each other’s moves, earning whistles from the girls. After a while, Sienna, Ines, Kyra and even Jackie joins you two. All six of you dance away into the night, letting all your troubles float away.
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After you come back from the library, you notice Belle with a sad look on her face. “What happened?”, you ask.
“I miss mommy! When are they coming back?”, she asks.
“They’ll be back a bit late, my dear. Meanwhile, we can do something fun, don’t you think? Your aunt always does fun things with you when she babysits you.”, Naveen replies.
“Okay...what can we do?” You rack your mind for ideas. What do 5 year olds like to do? You notice the time and it’s already 7, and you haven’t made anything for dinner.
“Do you want to help me make a pizza?”
“Yes!!”, she shouts grabbing Jenner’s attention. He bounds towards her and the two play with each other. “Uncle Ethan, can you take a picture pwease? I want to send it to Aunt Arielle!”, she pleads.
“Alright. Stay still.” The pair pose quite adorably as you whip out your phone and click a picture. You show it to her. She tells you to send it. Opening your messages, you tap on her contact and shoot a few texts and the picture.
“Now! What’s this about a pizza?”, Naveen asks. You lead them to the kitchen island, Naveen sits on a bar stool as you lift Belle and let her sit on your island.
“Eeek!! That was fun!”
“Now, don’t move around.” You turn towards your fridge and grab the pizza dough you made earlier. Placing it on the marble top, you grab a packet of flour and a rolling pin.
“Do you know what’s the first step of making a pizza, Belle?”, Naveen asks.
“Mhm! First we roll out the dough! Aunt Arielle always spreads flour on the top!” Naveen nods as you peel off the cling wrap and knead the cold dough in your hands until it becomes soft. You divide it into three, two medium and one small.
You scoop a generous amount of flour and place it on the marble top. “Can I spread it?”, you turn to see her with pleading eyes.
“Alright. Like this.” You take her hand and help her to spread the flour all over the counter. You quickly roll out all three balls of dough, then picking out toppings like different cheeses, vegetables and sauces.
“What do you want me to do?, Belle asks.
You have the most important part, Belle. You get to spread cheese and sauce, placing all your favourite veggies on it!”
“Okay! Can you help me?”, she turns to you.
“...What do you want on your pizza?” She pulls a bottle of sauce the you made and mozzarella towards her.
“Okay, first scoop as much of the sauce as you want on your pizza.” She scoops a quite generous amount and turns to you, waiting for your instructions. You carefully take her small hand in yours and slowly help her spread the sauce, noticing Naveen smiling in the corner of your eye.
“Ooh! This looks good! What now?”, you grab the packet of shredded mozzarella and hand it to her. “I love cheese!”, she quickly dumps and obscene amount of cheese on her pizza and spreads it all over, causing Naveen to laugh.
“You really are like your aunt! You know Ethan, Arielle would do the same thing whenever we made pizzas....and I’m quite sure she still does it now!”
“She does! She said that cheese makes everything better!!...done!”, she says.
“Okay...do you want any veggies and meat on your pizza?”, you ask as she thinks quite furtively. It’s quite amusing seeing the serious face of a 5 year old.
“...I want mushrooms and sausage please!” You take a cutting board and knife, slicing the toppings that she asked for and handing the board to her. She places all her toppings and then suddenly she tries to get down. You quickly scoop her into your arms, causing her to giggle and shout, “Again! Again!”
“Belle! Don’t do that, you’ll get hurt! Do you want me to tell your aunt?”, Naveen lightly scolds. Her face falls.
“No...” She turns to you with big blue eyes, quite similar to yours. “Sorry...”
“It’s alright. Now, don’t do that again!” You place her on the floor, before you can steady her, she quickly runs to Jenner, the pair running around your apartment.
“You know...I don’t think I’ve ever seen you happy with a child. That too babysitting because someone asked you. You’re quite good at it.”
You scoff, “I’m simply doing what others would do. Now, what do you want on your pizza?” Both of you finish your pizzas and place all three of them into the oven. After setting a timer, you head to the living room and discuss the diagnostics team’s cases as you keep an eye on the notorious pair.
Arielle’s PoV:-
You barely notice the time you spent on the dance floor. But then Kyra, who left the dance floor for a breather, signals for you from the bar.
"I'll be back!" You scream to the gang but you aren’t sure if they heard you.
"Wait, I'll come along. I need a drink," Sienna says and follows you.
"You have a lot of texts!" Kyra says as soon as you reach her. You take the phone from her and thank her.
You unlock your phone to find texts from Ethan and Naveen. Naveen texted you some "Have fun" and "Enjoy the night!" along with a few pictures of Arabelle, some her solo and some her playing with Ethan.
While Ethan only sent you a couple of pictures, some of Naveen and Arabelle and the other of Arabelle playing with Jenner.
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You smile seeing those pictures. Sienna to takes a peek at those from behind you and then says, “Look! They’re so cute!!” You both hush over the adorable photos of Belle and Jenner, quickly responding to both of the texts.
Si nudges you after a moment. "Hey! I have an idea. Let's play truth or dare?" She asks you both.
"Yes, please!" You say and at the same time Kyra says,"Oh hell yes!"
"I'll call the others over." You say and make your way towards the rest of the gang. Borrowing an empty bottle from the bartender you make your way to the VIP lounge.
You take a corner sit with Kyra besides you, Alyssa beside her. On the opposite side Sienna, Jackie and Ines sit.
Kyra spins the bottle once you all are seated. The empty wine bottle spins for a few seconds before stopping at Jackie and the group cheers.
Kyra gives Jackie a dare of collecting number of some random guy by flirting with him.
Jackie goes with a smirk and returns after ten minutes. She hands Kyra a tissue. Opening which you guys find a number written in there, the number is not quite understable at first glance but then you can make out the number eventually. Kyra whistles lightly noting the number more clearly.
The game goes on like this and after a few rounds, it's your turn and Sienna is to give you a task.
I'll go with dare," You say and Sienna smirks. You’re regretting this already.
“Do a striptease," she grins.
“Sorry, what?!" You ask shocked.
“Do a striptease. You know strip, take a picture and send it to the contact on the top of the list."
You swear that you saw her smirk again but then again you aren’t sure as she hides it.
"Fine!" You grab your phone and make your way towards the restroom to click the picture.
“I'll come to make sure of it!" Sienna screams from behind.
“Me too! Someone needs to make sure Arielle clicks the hottest pictures," Kyra too joins you.
You enter the restroom to find it empty and a content sigh falls off your lip.
“Get to work now!" Sienna chimes.
You strip off the upper part of your dress, Kyra grabs your phone and clicks a few pictures. Then you slip on your dress again as Kyra hands you over your phone.
The three of you return to the table.
"Who's the lucky one who got the pictures?" Alyssa grins as you take your sit and you roll your eyes.
"She is going to send it now," Kyra too grins.
“Hah! Too bad, it’s only Aly!”
You unlock your phone and open the log to find Ethan's number on top of the list. Your mouth drops, so wide. You are doomed. In midst of all the excitement and tipsiness you completely forgot, that the last person who called you is Ethan.
"Can I send it to someone else than the first person in my list?" You ask nervously.
"Nope," Sienna answers and you sigh. “Wait!...who is it?!”
“Omg! Ari, who is it?!”, Aly shrieks. She snatches the phone from you and shrieks.
“Oh my god...Is this?...”, she turns to you. You nod, wincing.
“Who is it? You guys are freaking out so much!”, Jackie asks.
“None other than her boss.”, Aly says. All of them are confused until Si blurts out that it’s Ethan.
“Oh dear...”, Ines’s face goes white.
“You’re kidding!...right?”, Jackie says.
“You’re doomed!”, Kyra says. You glare at all of them.
“How do you even have his number?”, Jackie asks. You rack your mind for an excuse, Aly jumps in.
“Naveen is an old family friend of ours, so he babysits Belle a lot. Turns out, he was staying at Ethan’s apartment so they’re both babysitting her.”
“I’m not doing this.”, you declare. “There’s absolutely no way I’m sending this picture.”
“Oh yes you are!”, Kyra grabs your phone and sends it to him, leaving you to gape in horror. “Don’t worry, I’ve sent a message that says that it was a dare and you’re very sorry.”
“Why did I ever agree to this?!”, you facepalm yourself.
“Cause you love us! Now, it’s Jackie’s turn to spin the bottle.”, Aly says.
Ethan’s PoV:-
As the timer for the pizza rings, Belle rushes towards the kitchen. “Don’t go near the oven!”, you shout as you walk towards the kitchen. A few minutes later, you’re carefully placing three steaming pizzas on the kitchen island, oven mitts in hand.
“Mmmmmmmm!! It smells sooooo good!”, she yells.
“Well that’s because you made it!”, Naveen says as he takes out the plates. Grabbing the pizza cutter, you quickly slice the pizzas and bring them to the table as Naveen sets the table. You bring a bottle of wine and lemonade along with some glasses. All three of you eat as soon as you feed Jenner, Belle’s stories entertaining you.
“-So Uncle Mark asked for the bag of flour and Aunt Arielle said she would get it, so she went and climbed a stool to grab the bag. But she spilled all the flour on herself! It went poof!”, she laughs while mimicking an explosion.
“Okay, that’s enough storytime for now. Eat your food before it gets cold.” Naveen says. Belle ends up finishing first and running towards Jenner, the two playing in the living room. You and Naveen discuss a new medical documentary that he watched the other day. After a while, Naveen sits the the living room watching tv while you finish up the dishes. The apartment is quiet, devoid of any laughter, shrieks or giggles. Washing your soapy hands, you quickly rush to your room to find Belle fallen asleep on your bed, Jenner beside her.
“It’s adorable, isn’t it. I think you like having her around.” You turn to see Naveen adoring the pair.
“Maybe.” You lift Belle up, placing a lean pillow underneath her head and cover her with one of your comforters as Jenner loyally stays by her side.
“I’m starting to think your dog likes my granddaughter more than you!”, he laughs. A small smile perks up on your face as you watch the pair. “I’m heading to bed, my boy. Tell Sunshine I asked for her, hmm.”, he says as he walks toward your guest bedroom, the one that she was staying in. You go back to the kitchen when your phone chimes with a message. You see it’s a photo from Arielle. Unlocking your phone you click on her contact only to see a half naked picture and a text. “What the hell!...Dear god!”, you almost drop your phone on seeing the scandalous photo.
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“You’ve got to be kidding me.”, you’re about to call and confront her when you decide not to, telling yourself it’s because she’s had an eventful week and deserves to blow off steam when really you don’t want to upset her. Deleting the text, you go back to the sink. You’re finishing up the dishes as you hear the doorbell ring, this time no singing.
Arielle’s PoV:-
Jackie spins the bottle, slowly stopping on Aly. “Dare.”
She grins wickedly, “Oh, I’m going to have fun with this! Hmm...let me think.” She puts a lot of thought into it before exclaiming, “Okay, see Mr. Moneybags over there?” Jackie points to a guy wearing an Armani suit, Aly nods. “I want to go over there, flirt and lead him on...and then tell him that his invited to your wedding as that he can come as your sister’s date.”, she finishes with a wicked grin.
“Oh my god Jackie! She’s married!”, Si shouts.
“It’s alright. I’m sure Adrian won’t mind!”, she says with a wink. “Although it has been a long time since I’ve played this game.” She sashays over to the guy and starts flirting with him, at the same time giving us a clear view of his face. After a few minutes, the smirk on the guy’s face gets replaced with a embarrassed shock.
“Damn Jackie! You’re cruel, just look at that guy’s face!”, you reply.
You all laugh as Aly says, “I’m definitely getting you back for this! Now it’s Sienna’s turn.” Si spins the bottle, which slowly lands on Ines.
“I’ll go with truth.”, Ines says.
“Okay! So...what’s going on with you and Zaid?”, Sienna asks without skipping a beat. Clearly alcohol has given her a major confidence boost.
Ines gets flustered, “What! Nothing’s going on! We’re just friends!”
“Right....my turn!”, Kyra spins the bottle landing on you. “Aw! I wanted to give a dare, but she’s obvi not going too!”
“Who said?! Dare!”, you reply. Si’s definitely not the only one who got a confidence boost from the alcohol.
“I dare you to slam 5 shots of tequila, continuously. No limes, no salt.” Clearly, you made a bad choice.
“Ooooh! Savage!”, Jackie says.
“Ugh fine! But don’t blame me if I throw up on you!” Kyra happily lines up five shot glasses, pouring tequila in each.
“Wait! I’m recording this!” Aly whips out her phone as you get up from your plush seat and ready yourself. “3...2......1!” You slam one shot after another, the tequila burning your throat. By the time you’re on your 5th shot, you can’t stand.
“Ugh, I think that was too much...” You sit down as Ines hands you a water bottle with lemon.
“Wow! That was impressive!! Okay, now Ines has to spin!”, Kyra says. Ines spins the bottle, landing on Kyra.
“I’m not making the same mistake you dummies made, truth.”, Kyra replies.
“Hey!”, you yell playfully.
“Okay, what was your most embarrassing moment in high school?”, Ines asks.
Kyra winces, “I take that back, karma’s a bitch! Okay, so in high school, we had a really pretty, young geography teacher. One day she brought in a guest for a lecture. The guy looked pretty old so I thought he was her dad because he called her a pet name, so I went and asked.......turns out he was her fiancé.” You burst out laughing as do all the others, “Oh dear!”
After the laughter dies down, Aly spins the bottle, landing on Jackie. “What the hell, dare!”
“I want you to....steal that bottle of Don Pérignon.”, Aly says pointing to the champagne bar.
“Oooh! Someone’s getting in trouble!”, you sing.
Jackie rolls her eyes, “Whatever!” She walks to bar and slowly swipes the bottle, all while flirting with the cute bartender. Several minutes later, she walks back to the lounge and slams the bottle on the table.
“Colour me impressed!”, Aly says while pouring everyone a flute.
“My turn!”, you spin the bottle, only to land on Sienna. “Ooh! Karma’s definitely being a bitch today! What will it be, dear bestie?”
“...truth.” She says carefully. Luckily, you know just what to ask.
“So...remember the housewarming party a few weeks ago? Well, look what I stumbled across in the morning!” She scroll through your camera roll until you find the picture you took of Sienna and Danny and show it to everyone, as Sienna’s cheeks turn red. “Mind explaining this?”, you ask with a smirk.
“What?! That was nothing! We were just talking and ended up falling asleep! I have a boyfriend, remember!!”, Sienn tries to defend herself.
“Mhm...” The game finally winds down after all of you are completely and utterly drunk...except for Ines.
“How are you still so sober?”, you ask.
“Cause I have an early shift tomorrow. Plus, who’s going to drive?”
“Ah. Good point!”, Jackie says.
“I think we should head home.”, Aly says. We all agree and enter my car, giving Ines the keys.
“Wait, go to this address first. We need to pick up Belle.” You hand out water and sticks of gum to everyone as Ines drives to Ethan’s apartment. You pop a berry flavoured stick for yourself, as everyone has a competition to see who can blow the biggest bubble. Kyra ends up winning, by the time she pulls up, you’re quite sober. Reluctantly heading up, you ring the bell. The door is opened to find Ethan at the door, giving you a look.
You don’t know what to say and start rambling, “I’m sorry! It wasn’t my fault! The thing is, I didn’t know that you were on the top of my contact list! I tried to”-
He cuts you off. “It’s fine. Belle is sleeping and Naveen went to bed just now.” You sigh with relief. “Was she too much trouble?”
“Not much more than you.”, you laugh as he leads to you to Belle. You find her and Jenner snuggled up together, the sight is an explosion of cuteness. You snap a quick pic. Carefully lifting up the covers, you pick her up and place her on the side of your hip, making sure not to wake her up. Ethan hands you a small file as you exit the apartment. “I managed to run a few more tests, here’s a copy of them. See if you can find anything.” You nod and carefully go back to the car, concealing the file and slide in, handing Belle to Aly and slipping the folder in your bag. You show the photo you took as you post it, leaving everyone to gush.
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You manage to reach your apartment in 30 minutes.
Everyone slumps on the couch as you tell them to wait. You go inside and get a few extra pairs of pajamas, so do Si and Jackie.
“Here, change and get ready for bed. You guys can sleep wherever you want.” Ines bunks with Si, Kyra bunks with Jackie and Aly comes with you. Way too exhausted to follow through your night routine, you quickly strip and slip on a pair of pajamas. Cleansing your face, you throw your hair into a braid and flop into bed beside Belle, after pulling out a few extra blankets for them. “Night Aly.”, you say with a yawn but she’s already fallen asleep.
“I’ve danced and drunk all my troubles away for tonight, but I’ll have to face them...someday.”, you think as you fall into a deep slumber.
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jaynaneeya · 4 years
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Shipwrecked reached 40k YouTube Subscribers!!!
In honor of this milestone, here are 40 of my favorite quotes from published videos on that channel, out of context and in no particular order. If you haven’t already, please check out Shipwrecked Comedy and subscribe to their channel; they deserve so much more recognition for their brilliant work. And if you’re already a Shipwrecked fan, see if you can name the video that each of these quotes is from.
1.      Don’t do murder
2.      I hate food
3.      My leg fell off
4.      I wouldn’t hire you to look at dirt
5.      Time is a construct, inherently tying us to death. Undo every shackle, unseat every oppressor, and time will be there still, inexorably laughing at us until the bitter end…I was here at 6:25
6.      To make matters worse, we lived in Virginia, and also, a bird was there
7.      Yeah, can you get her a mint?
8.      It was always you
9.      If you leave your room, you will have to talk to people, and that’s just like…no
10.   Turner Classics, did you hire Gunfire to fluster Buster?
11.   She was stabbed
12.   Yum YUM, JO!
13.   Okay, what if we film the whole thing without ravens and then go back and film it again with ravens and then we’ll see what is what
14.   Four projects back to back; I feel like we’ve known each other for centuries
15.   I don’t need to act things out in order to write them; I have what we like to call an imagination. Have you ever heard of that? Oh no no no no no, please, tell us more about the old man…and the boat
16.   I prefer leaning passive-aggressively in doorways
17.   Chums, we shall engage in a road trip to track down this scandalous simulacrum before it brings shame to your family!
18.   I’ve found some kind of Disney Brigadoon
19.   He looked upon me with eyes that were two filmy orbs distilled with the intoxication of lactose
20.   The world is falling apart, and every day is a waking nightmare
21.   I wonder what it’s like to wear pants
22.   You look like this hot chick from the Lizzie Bennet Diaries
23.   It is a truth universally acknowledged that snitches get stitches
24.   It’s not you, it’s that I just hate being near you and everything about you and the things that you do
25.   Wouldst thou like to live deliciously??
26.   My heart is telling me no, but my internal monologue is telling me yes
27.   What manner of japery did we get up to? I don’t remember, I was zozzled on moonjuice
28.   SHAKESPEARE WAS A LIAR AND A THIEF JUST LIKE EVERY WRITER!
29.   What a lucky guy, you get to eat my lemon meringue and feed my pet orangutan
30.   Did you wall him into the cellar?
31.   Soup is not for eating. Soup is for drinking and throwing on the ground as you demand real food
32.   I just said, uh, I would like some ham
33.   My friend Shirley…Temple…came up with a yummy mix of grenadine and soda. I forget what she calls it
34.   You crazy, contemptuous cow! You murdered my best fr- my acquaintances! Let’s call them acquaintances, mm?
35.   Shut up, I’m trying to do a thing, and the gods of irony have clearly chosen to back me up here
36.   The first customer was none other than California’s first president, Arnold Schwarzenabraham Lincoln
37.   It makes no sense. This is what happens when you let men decide things, you know what I mean?
38.   Your popcorn is ready
39.   I’m Bixby
40.   Everything should start with a base of pure absinthe and should end there as well. Everything should end there. Everything should end.
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moefongo · 2 years
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I suddenly have the urge to give one of my ocs a very tragic death
mm yes yummy angst
im debating on it being Dos or possibly Valerie
:)
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