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shanjisan · 8 months

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Your boyfriend on top of you, his hands caressed the thin straps of your shirt pulling them down and exposing your neck and the top of your breasts. They parted for lack of air and he looked at you with a mischievous smile.

"Apparently you missed me a lot didn't you, princess?" leaving little kisses all over your neck and chest tickling you.

"Yes I missed you a lot, Kyle. Although I don't actually remember us planning on seeing each other today" you hummed nervously remembering in how you were just about to call him before he walked into your room unannounced.

"We didn't really have anything specific planned, but I just wanted to see you and maybe we can take advantage of the time and watch a movie, if you don't have anything better to do. And in case if there is something more important I brought some things which I know you won't be able to resist to stay."

"Oh yeah, and what are those things you brought?"

"I brought some brownies, some chocolate strawberry milkshake, chips and also some ingredients to make the caramelized chicken you like so much."

You looked at him with a big smile, truly this man knew everything you liked. You shook your head at him and told him you didn't have any plans.

Kyle got up and grabbed your arms to pull you up so he could go fix you some food before looking for a movie. You did your best not to get out of bed and have the blanket fall off. Kyle gave you a confused look.

"What's wrong? Do you have something hidden under here that you don't want to show me?"

Your nervous look and the nibble on your lower lip did nothing to disguise it, your hands and arms were trembling slightly and your heart was now hammering loudly in your chest.

You closed your eyes and tried to regulate your breathing, now Kyle was no longer looking at you with playful eyes but now there was only concern.

"Kyle, there is something we need to talk about before we continue in our relationship and I mean maybe after I tell you this you may never want to see me again " Your voice was almost an inaudible whisper.

Kyle looked at you seriously and sat back down but this time near the edge, giving you some space and also processing what you just told him.

Uncertainty was not his best friend and he certainly liked to tread lightly. You could both feel the tension and discomfort, you looked at each other for what seemed like hours.

" I uh don't know how to start, this is a little awkward, I want you to know that if you feel like leaving and never seeing me again I will accept it and there will be no hard feelings" came the words out of your mouth with a hint of hurt, you did everything not to look him in the eye. "There's a reason why I haven't wanted to have more intimate relations like sex haha".

Your laugh definitely didn't lighten the situation but it did make Kyle settle a little closer on your bed.

"I've been having this problem with my, you know, my thing."

He raised an eyebrow at you and you could almost hear the nuts and bolts turning in his head trying to guess what the fuck you meant.

"I have a problem with my vagina, Kyle. She's like big but really big like a horrible fucking monster."

Your boyfriend's eyes went from a serious expression to almost popping out of their sockets. It was almost funny how quickly his face changed expression. But the silence was disturbing, you expected him to get up and leave at any moment, instead you only got a case sigh of relief and a smile that showed his almost sharp fangs.

"So that's a problem because…?

It definitely wasn't the answer you were expecting, and your pouty pouty face only made his grin deeper

"It's okay babe, I'm sorry I shouldn't have joked, but I really don't see the problem with that, you know you're perfect for me."

"Aren't you going to run out of here and break up with me?

"Fucking hell, of course not. But how about showing me?

He made you slowly get up from the bed and you placed your feet on the large shag carpet, your quilt had been left lying on the bed. You were now in full view, Kyle's hands now held your hips and his thumbs massaged your skin, his gaze was fixed on your face looking at how pretty and tender you looked.

"I'm going to look now, okay?" you answered him yes.

Butterflies rippled in your stomach. Kyle's eyes slowly lowered to the place you were so ashamed of yourself, you watched as his chest rose and fell and his jaw tightened.

"Oh my fucking god."

Now you were here with your back leaning against the bar of your bed with your hands clenching painfully into fists at the edge of your shirt, your shorts had been ripped off and thrown on the floor around your feet.

Kyle's tongue licked over and over your folds, his fingers squeezed your folds rubbing them together, your clit throbbed for attention and your wetness gushed out combining with your boyfriend's drool.

"why the fuck did you hide this fucking pussy from me."

His tongue was slipping between your lips and disappearing inside you.

The sight before Kyle was like being inside a fucking dream, he had longed to be between your legs and watch your pretty face crumple in satisfaction as his tongue ripped everything from you.

His tongue kept disappearing between your folds and lightly flicking your clit without ever giving it the attention it needed.

He wanted to see you break, you were still a little tense. Your hands slowly moved to grasp the back of his head.

"Please, please, please, please Kylee."

"What is it love, do you want something? Just tell me."

He kept playing with you in a punishing way, he wanted you to have confidence to take whatever you wanted, after all he would do anything for you.

You moved your hips gently, rocking against his tongue up and down, focusing on rubbing until you touched that special button.

"Oh god Kyle, there there there please don't stop please."

Kyle didn't stop, his tongue swirled so deliciously, he rubbed his fingers against your wetness, sliding his middle and index finger into your entrance playing with you, feeling you trying to squeeze his fingers inside you. He pulled away from you and with his other hand he held yours and brought them up to his mouth, licking them leaving them wet then bringing them down to your pussy.

"Touch that fucking clit princess" your fingers moved slowly with shyness that faded as you felt Kyle's fingers enter you.

You moaned endlessly, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you felt like you were in heaven.

"Come on pretty girl, I'm just getting started. Does it feel good in here?" Kyle arched his fingers inside you in a good spot "or do you prefer here?" he rubbed against a spot that was perfect.

You could only respond with moans and rocking against his fingers, fucking you so good without stopping.

The knot inside your stomach unraveled without warning, you only managed to moan as you cum on your boyfriend's face and letting your body relax against the bar of your bed almost falling off and Kyle quickly catching you.

"So you liked it then?" you could feel your cheeks heat up from remembering what had happened an hour ago.

You nodded softly hugging him and trying to hide your face in his neck. He let out a laugh and then kissed the top of your head, he loved seeing you so comfortable with him like this. Both of you naked on the bed and cuddling, his leg between yours.

"Entonceees… Why don't you make me a reverse cowgirl so I can get a good look at this delicious pussy?"

"Kyleee."

I really wrote this in two hours and maybe it sucks, but I couldn't get it out of my head, this goes for those people who have pussy as big as mine.💙I appreciate the comments and reblogs.💙English is not my native language, if you see any mistakes please correct me and be kind please.

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plasticsweets · 3 months

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Quilted heart sweatshirt, Pink Strawberry

#pink strawberry #kuua oyasumi #tops #fairy kei #yumekawaii #tenshi kawaii #handmade #decora #decora kei #kawaii #harajuku fashion #jfashion

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oceanlipgloss · 5 months

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TEETH

BEELZEBUB.

+ warnings: suggestive themes.

+ my mc is the heroine, so the pronouns are feminine.

Fire whirled in his guts.

She had shyly bitten her lip, and he hadn't known where to look. Should he stare at the imperfect dollop of cream at the corner of her mouth, or admire the way her perfect teeth pressed down on soft flesh?

He remembered that night in the kitchen very well. He remembered how she had looked even better. It made his stomach hurt just to think about that, but he still closed his eyes and feasted on the memory.

Her lips were glossy, candied apples glazed not with sugar only, but also honey. They had to taste so sweet too, right? Sweeter than anything he'd ever had...

Dazed as he was, he couldn't quite think back then. He had felt like he was going mad. How could he not have?

His body had burned, burned, burned. The world was melting off from the heat, like soft serve. Pots and pans were melding together while spoons and forks trickled in threads of shiny metal.

And it was crazy, the way his provoked heart had hammered. His broad chest was heaving. The air felt hot in his flapping lungs. None of his shallow breaths were enough.

Oh, but what about the urges that had ravaged him? They were chomping generous helpings out of his brain. Would his brothers have commented on how that predicament might have made him a true meathead?

Still, he was painfully aware of how his violet gaze wandered like a pantry-lost ant—but he couldn't stop looking at her. Stubborn eyeballs had went round and round and back to her the minute he forced them to lock on the burnt caramel floor.

Had it even been possible to resist?

She was a dessert straight out of his dreams or heaven's oven, covered in cream drops from head to toe.

...a dessert he couldn't sink his teeth into, though.

The solid muscles of his blazing abdomen tensed. Cobalt blue fabric cracked into an unironed mess, crumpling in his big hand.

Trouble was really, truly cooking. Really.

His face was on fire and his body was on fire and his entire existence was on fire, and he couldn't even keep his eyes off her.

He couldn't take her into his arms and steal the tiniest bite even though at that moment—with ravenous desires gripping him and all—he felt like the incarnate of gluttony more than he ever had before. The sin boiled his blood and seared his veins.

He was hungry, hungry, hungry. Starving. Famished. He was all those things, and this was too cruel, too cruel, too cruel. Much too cruel.

How was he expected to polish off those cravings—deliciously carnal as they were—and stand his ground in the face of the only woman he had ever loved, when all he wanted was to swallow her whole?

How was that fair, when whipped cream lolled on her figure and made her beauty even more delectable?

All he wanted was a nibble. He would promise to try not to be insatiable. He really would. So, please...pretty please, with a cherry on top.

Just a crumb.

Her cheeks were strawberry-red, but she had summoned some strength. “Can you get it off for me?”

The delicate finger had pointed at a corner. Oh no, oh no, oh no. She was actually gesturing at that corner. The edge of her lips.

That was when his heart began to pound as it had then—so fast it could render him dead—albeit how he was currently laying in bed.

At the moment, his legs were under the quilt, not moving towards her alone as if they had grown a mind of their very own.

His mouth wasn't on hers, tongue smearing sugary cream into her parted lips.

His lip wasn't between her teeth.

So...why did he suddenly taste something just as sweet?

+note: inspired by MC's interaction with Beel while he was under the influence of Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup, a powerful aphrodisiac.

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+ AO3 POST

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laureliciousdefinition · 2 years

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Hush | Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: A picnic with Joel.

Rating: E

Warnings/tags: smut (what else is new), semi-public sex, unprotected piv, cursing, genitalia description

a/n: I'm BACK!!!!! Sorry I haven't written in so long, mamas has been busy and the writers block has been insane. But I did it! I love this piece and I hope you enjoy it too!!

Picnics were something you’d almost forgotten about after the outbreak. There wasn’t time for such frivolous things anymore; you surely didn’t let it take up space in your brain. All the survival skills you suddenly had to develop stole that real estate. But as a kid, before it all, you had loved going on picnics. You would carry the big quilt and your mom would carry the basket full of the yummy things she’d made earlier that morning. You’d skip behind her as you made your way to the sunny hill near your house, then after you ate you’d lay there with her finding shapes in the clouds.

When you got a little older, you’d dress up for the picnics, putting on your nicest sundress and drape your mother’s pearls over your neck to polish off the look and make you feel extra special. You’d share the picnics with friends, partners, anyone who would let you drag them along. They’re memories you hold close in your heart, locked up tightly in a box to remain untainted by everything else you’d had to go through since then.

So when Joel Miller suggested the two of you have lunch outside because the weather was so nice in Jackson, you could’ve cried. Your mind immediately flashed back to your childhood, flooding with memories as the box burst open for a moment. After an eager agreement you’d run upstairs to change, briefly wishing you still had fun things like sundresses to wear, but you let the moment come and pass before pulling on one of your usual -and much more toned down- outfits before setting about getting things ready.

You didn’t have any quilts laying around your already rather bare house, so you dragged two of the spare blankets out into your grassy backyard and set up as nice of a spread as you could. Some strawberries from one of the gardens in town, sliced cucumbers, and grapes were your contributions. Not much, but it was what you had to work with in the rebuilding community. Joel brought a small batch of cookies with him. “Stole a few from Ellie,” he’d claimed. You’d rolled your eyes and laughed, grabbing his hand and leading him through the house to your humble setup.

“This was a good idea,” you sighed contentedly, setting your plate aside and laying flat on your back.

He followed suit, leaning back with a grunt and taking a moment to get comfortable. “Too nice to be inside.”

You nodded and hummed in agreement. A breeze swept over you both, carrying the sounds of nature and for the first time in who knows how long, you were at peace. Moments like these were so hard to come by these days, and you found yourself suddenly struck with a wave of gratefulness as you considered how lucky you were to end up in Jackson. You weren’t just surviving anymore, you were living. You were allowed to make connections with other people because you didn’t have to live in fear of them turning on you at any moment. Connections with people like Maria, who despite being a bit scary was actually the one who brought you to the small town, and you now considered a close friend and confidant. People like Ellie, who despite her age was more mature and strong than anyone you’d known before or after the outbreak. People like Joel- sweet, handsome Joel Miller, who appeared as a grumpy and standoffish dad to most, but let you into his life and made you a part of it. And while you knew he could be that grumpy dad people liked to characterize him as, you also knew he could be an extremely caring and generous man. The kind of man who planned spontaneous picnics for you, just because he wanted to spend time together in the nice weather.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Joel spoke, pulling you from your musings.

You weren’t even sure how to share all those thoughts- too much to say at once.

“That cloud looks like a duck.”

Joel’s eyes trailed up the length of your arm to where your finger was pointing, furrowing his brows as he squinted. “Darlin’ I’m not sure what kinda ducks you grew up with, but I don’t see it.”

You gave a light laugh. “How can you not see it? There’s the beak, there’s the wing, there’s the tail.”

This time it was his turn to laugh. “Ducks don’t have beaks. If anything it looks like some kind of.. weird, deformed chicken.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” You smiled, bumping his side with your shoulder. He chuckled next to you, catching you in his embrace and tugging gently so you were tucked into his side. He placed a kiss to the top of your head and your eyes fluttered shut. As the two of you laid there, bellies full of fruit and (mostly) cookies, you basked in the warmth of the sun, and almost could’ve fallen asleep.

Almost- until he patted your arm lightly, grabbing your attention. “See, now, that cloud actually looks like something. That is undeniably a bunny rabbit.”

You cracked your eyes open, squinting painfully as they readjusted to the sunlight. You looked to where he was pointing, already preparing yourself to belittle his cloud spotting, but stopped yourself as you realized he was right. It most definitely looked like a bunny, complete with prominent ears and a puffy little tail. You frowned, puffing your lips out before deciding he couldn’t be a winner for too long and playfully pinching his side. He squirmed away from you without removing his arm from your shoulder, frown mirroring yours.

“Watch it now,” He jokingly scolded you.

“Or what? What are you gonna do about it, old man?” You poked his side, sticking your tongue out.

Joel feigned offense, scoffing before rolling onto his side and using his free hand to tickle your ribs. A loud, unflattering laugh escaped you as you tried to wrestle away, but he was stronger than you, using his body weight to hold you down. When he finally showed mercy on you, you laughed with what little breath you had left in your lungs before pulling him down into a smiling kiss. He happily returned it, sinking onto his elbows to meet your lips.

You broke from the kiss, finding his eyes for a moment. They were soft, full of words he didn’t have to say. A gentle smile on his face that made your heart melt and your head spin. You had no choice but to press your lips together again, deeply inhaling as you did so.

Above you, Joel shifted so your legs were tangled together and he could get a better hold of you. His hand that wasn’t supporting his body moved slowly around your back until you could feel him pulling you up and closer to him. As if on instinct, your hands skated up his biceps and into his hair, gripping it firmly to ground yourself while his kisses made you dizzy.

Your tongue moved into his mouth. He gave a small groan at this, only egging you further as your mouths moved together in a harmony that was growing more fervent by the second. You could already feel his erection hard against your thigh, mind beginning to spin with flashbacks and fantasies you wanted to play out with him. Joel always managed to have this effect on you, sending you spiraling without even touching you.

“Mm- we should probably move this inside,” he pulled back from you panting slightly, brushing a few hairs from your forehead.

You glanced around the backyard. When you’d first moved into the house, there was a rotted, broken wooden fence encasing the yard, and you’d taken it upon yourself to fix it. Nothing fancy, just some high wooden posts for privacy with some string lights connected at the corner posts. The first time Joel saw it he asked why you hadn’t gotten anyone to help, telling you that it was okay to do things like that. You’d felt so welcomed in that moment, and you knew things were going to be different here. And now, as you took in the tall fence, it dawned on you that no one could look into the yard without effort.

A smirk pulled at your lips. “Why move it inside? No one can see us.” You returned your mouth to his after you spoke, warmth overtaking you again.

Joel chuckled against your lips. “Darlin’, it’s the middle of the afternoon.”

“Does anything make sense these days?” You joked, dropping your head flat against the blanket. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you told him honestly.

This time it was him who looked around, surveying the space with a quizzical expression. After a moment, he spoke again. “You’re sure no one can see?”

“Positive.”

He let out a deep sigh. “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”

With that, he kissed you again, matching the intensity from before. You groaned into his mouth in surprise, happily returning his affections. Using your strength, you shifted so your leg was over his hip and you were able to climb on top of him. Joel adjusted accordingly, so his body was now flat underneath you and your center was pressed to his lap. His hands found your bent knees, sliding up the length of your thighs until he found your clothed ass. You arched your back, both pushing yourself further into his grip and grinding your core against his aching length pressing against his jeans.

Moving your mouth from his lips to his jaw, you nibbled slightly while moving your hand to where your bodies were connected. He bucked his hips beneath you as you soothed your love bites with gentle strokes of your tongue. After a bit of a struggle to get his belt undone with one hand, you undid his button and zipper, slipping your hand into the space and feeling his cock over his briefs. You had limited movement, but it didn’t matter- you rubbed your palm up and down the length of him, rocking your hips in sync with your strokes.

“We’re gonna have to be fast, okay?” You whispered in his ear, punctuating your words by pulling the lobe between your teeth.

Joel nodded quickly, unable to form words under the control from your hands.

“Don’t want us to get caught.” You mumbled against his neck.

“Think you wanna get caught.” He bit out, voice strained.

You pulled your hand away from him, giggling devilishly at his protesting whine. You rolled yourself off of him for a moment, shimmying out of your jeans as fast as you could manage. Joel kicked his own pants down to his knees, exposing his strong thighs that sent a wave of heat down your spine. You took the liberty of pulling down his underwear, cock laying proudly against his lower stomach. You longed to take it into your mouth, run your tongue along it until he was a whimpering mess beneath you, but you knew time was of the essence. While no one could technically see you from here, you weren’t exactly keen on getting caught during sex like a couple of teenagers- especially considering Joel’s position within the town.

“Mmm, baby. So pretty.” You cooed, situating yourself back on top of him, this time hovering with space between your bodies.

Joel sat up a little, enough to kiss you before taking his cock and lining it up at your entrance. You pulled your underwear to the side, heart pounding in anticipation though it was far from your first time together. He ran himself through your wetness a few times, coating the tip for ease.

“Ready for me?” He asked lowly, a rumble in his voice that enticed you so badly you shivered.

You kissed him once more. “Always.”

He remained still for another moment, only a few seconds, but they seemed to stretch on for eternity as you felt the tip of him just barely brushing against where you needed him the most.

“You gotta stay quiet, alright? I mean it.”

You smirked above him. “You have no faith in me.”

With a chuckle that bounced his chest, he grabbed your hips. His cock sank slowly, so deep into you, filled and stretched you so well, that you almost let a broken moan escape you. You bit your lips to keep the sound at bay, letting out a huff.

“What was that about no faith?”

You closed your eyes and willed yourself to calm down, slowly starting to move your hips on his. Joel’s breathing deepened, keeping an astonishing level of self control as he watched you ride him. He always got off on watching you take what you needed from him; seeing the wild look in your eyes as your hair flowed behind you as you’d drop your head back in pleasure, the way your tits bounced in his face with every thrust. And though you were both mostly clothed in this instance, you were no less entrancing to him.

He began to meet your movements with his own thrusts, falling into a steady rhythm. His hand slid from your hip towards your clit, brushing his thumb over it in short, tight movements that kept up with your pace. You kept your mouth closed, but your moan was undeniable, causing him to still his movements.

Joel pinched your hip, scolding you.

“Hush,” he hissed.

You breathed out an apology, fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. It was difficult for you to even form a thought. The sensation was quickly taking over your entire body, fire spreading from your hips in all directions as you patiently waited for him to keep moving. It wasn’t your fault he made you feel so, impossibly good.

In an attempt to cause as little noise as possible, Joel began moving within you again by not thrusting, but grinding. His cock was dragging deliciously against your walls in short motions, leaving you panting and nearly in tears after a few minutes. Your clit was being brushed by the patch of hairs just at the base of him, just enough sensation for you to crave what he’d given you previously. As if he read your mind, Joel’s grip shifted from your back to your hips, moving his thumb down to draw circles around you once more.

“Fuck,” you said quietly, a short cry following it.

Joel removed his thumb again, stilling his motions.

“I said, be quiet. You’re gonna get us caught.”

His voice was rough. You knew it was taking him just as much restraint to not make noise, but you just couldn’t help it.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m trying,” you pleaded.

“Try harder.” He pulled you closer to him so your head was at his shoulder. “Be quiet, or I’m not gonna let you cum.”

Your heart nearly broke at the mere thought of that, body already aching with the desperate need to finish. You nodded sharply, burying your head in his shoulder.

He began moving again, this time slightly faster. Your hips were pushing against his as his cock drilled into you, causing you to bite his clothed skin to muffle yourself.

“There ya go, baby,” he whispered breathlessly. His hands were gripping your back, grounding himself as best as he could.

All you could do was close your eyes and take it. Your chest was heaving, and you were babbling something into Joel’s shirt, though you couldn’t be sure what you were even saying. You were positively cock-dumb, drunk on him and the way he was taking over your entire body. Surely you were elevating to a different plane of existence, maybe even dead and finally experiencing the Heaven you’d always heard about. Your movements were so urgent they were becoming sloppy, body only craving release.

Joel pulled you from your thoughts when he spoke. “Shit- can’t make a mess out here, baby. Where do you want me to cum?” He whispered, words sharply spoken into your hair.

“I- I don’t care, just need you,” you cried as quietly as you could, words muffled by his flannel.

He sped up, grinding against your walls at a nearly bruising pace while keeping his thumb steadily moving against your clit. You were so far gone- right there on the edge, teetering and hanging on with all your might as you tried to form a coherent sentence.

“Wanna fill you up,” he drawled, punctuating it with a kiss to your ear.

You nodded fervently, nails digging into his skin so hard they’d leave marks. You silently pleaded with him to let you finish, begging for him to say those little words you needed to hear.

“You gotta cum first, honey.” He said through gritted teeth.

You let out a whining hum for a response.

“Come on baby. Cum for me.”

You finished with a muffled cry that most definitely could’ve been heard by anyone standing close enough, but you didn’t have it in you to care. Not when you were finishing so hard around his thick cock, his release mixing with yours as he ground himself up into your pulsing walls. You were completely breathless, just grasping at his back and riding the waves of your orgasm as best you could. Attempting to stay quiet was almost easier than letting out the moans and screams that had been trapped in your chest the whole time.

When you finally came to, soul floating back down into your body, you cupped Joel’s cheek, feeling the scruff of his beard against your palm. “I love you, you know that?”

Joel turned his head to kiss your hand softly, eyes closed and breathing finally evening back out. That soft smile from before was back, weaving into its place in your heart where it would sit and tug on the strings. You were so filled with pure, undying love in that moment, thinking back on all the things you’d been through that let you to this moment. The way you never would’ve thought you’d be allowed to do things like this again- to be reckless. You knew it was worth it then, based solely on the way he looked up at you before he finally responded.

“Don’t I know it.”

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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Mushy May Day 13

Prompt: Comfort After a Nightmare

Rating: Teen Pairing: Swiss & Rain & Dew Featuring: Everyone' s having nightmares. You don't always need words for comfort. Sometimes just knowing you're not alone is enough. Word Count: 1k+ Read it under the cut, or on AO3.

Swiss dreams of the pit.

Dreams of an impossible ache in his chest. Of ground opening up, tipping out from under him. Of falling. He dreams of the scent of sulfur. Of the feeling of eyes on his back as he runs. Of pain. Slicing up discorporate limbs. Shadow not a defense anymore. Claws flaying through his skin. The memory of searing pain rocketing up his spine, dragging him awake. He’s cold, sweating. Breath coming in harsh pants. It takes a few minutes for him to realize where he is. In a soft warm bed. In a dark room that smells of spiced cider and weed. He sags back into his pillow. Eyes adjusting to the dark. The moonlight illuminating sections of the room. Bathing the tin ceiling above him in silver light. He traces the patterns with his eyes. Stares up until his heart doesn’t feel like it’s going to break through his ribs anymore. He can still feel the memory of the pain—like he’d been there again. Sparking along his spine.

When he raises his fingers, they’re fading in and out of view. Shadow and solid. He clenches his fist and half expects to reach right through himself. Instead his nails bite crescents into his palms.

When he closes his eyes he sees fire.

He swallows, counts to ten over and over again. Tries to slow the churning in his gut. It doesn’t work. He shoves himself out of bed. Wrapping his quilt around his shoulders and grabbing his vape, he heads for the common room. It’s empty this late, and dark. He hits the light and bathes it in a warm glow that chases some of the dregs of fear out of his chest. It still smells like the popcorn Sunshine burnt earlier. He sits on the couch and curls his legs under him. He sticks his vape in his mouth and hopes strawberry flavored nicotine will chase the rest of anxiety away.

He turns the TV on, and picks the first thing that looks boring enough to relax him. Some cooking show. Something he recognizes because someone else likes it, Aether maybe, or Cirrus. He watches without watching. Seeing the flash of metal as knives chop through vegetables but not registering any of it.

He’s halfway through the episode, the drone of voices, and too much nicotine keeping him in the middle distance between asleep and panicked. There’s a short shout down the hall. It echoes. Cuts off sharply. Swiss winces. He’s pretty sure it was Rain, but it’s hard to tell.

It’s not an uncommon occurrence.

They all have nightmares. Every single one of them. Memories from the pit, or from the surface. Rain dreams of an empty word, a void he cannot reach the end of. Cirrus won’t tell him what she dreams of—but Swiss suspects it’s something similar to his. Judging by how jumpy she is after a nightmare, eyes darting to every corner, waiting for a threat that never comes. Aether, Dew, and Mountain dream in memory, ghost haunting the halls of their sleep. Cumulus relives the same horrible moment in the pit, over and over. Death and ruin.

Swiss should get up. Should push himself into action and go and check on his packmate, but he stays rooted to the couch. To his cooking show he couldn’t care less about. He doesn’t have it in him to curl Rain into his arms and tell him it will be ok. Not when he feels like he is one wrong thought from a spiral.

The Ghoul wing falls into silence. Swiss eases back into his semi-tolerable state. Wedged between reality and altered memory.

The smell of sulfur seeps through the room. Fear. A smell Swiss associates with Dew and his endless nights filled with dreams of blood, dreams of drowning.

Before he can react to that, he’s not alone. Rain and Dew appear in the doorway. Both of them looking equally shaken—eyes darting between each other and Swiss like they’re shocked to find they’re not alone.

Swiss opens his quilt, indicates a space for them. “Looks like it’s going around.”

Skinny as they both are they fold in against him, curled around each other, tucked in the space behind Swiss’ leg. Dew’s head pillows on his thigh. Rain’s tucked into Dew’s hair. Dew curls his tail around Swiss ankle. Rain’s finds his wrist.

“Are we talking about it?”

Swiss asks, offering the vape, rolling his eyes when Dew snatches it and shoves it between his lips like he’d die without it.

Rain shakes his head. “No, please.”

Dew looks at him, copper eyes meeting his mismatched one. He shakes his head. Swiss can feel the tremble in his fingers as he rests them on Swiss’ leg.

Swiss reaches down, pets both of them on the head, tangling his fingers in their hair in turn. He doesn’t tell them it will be OK. Those words won’t come. They don’t feel true or helpful. Swiss knows by the look on both of their faces that OK will only come with dawn. With too much coffee and the reminder that they are here. With a pack that loves them.

They fall into silence. Rain and Dew curled so tightly together Swiss can hardly tell whose limbs are whose. He shifts his quilt, covers them with it as best he can. They curl into each other’s warmth.

They could talk about it. Gift their fears to each other so they don’t have to think about them anymore.

Swiss could tell them about being chased. About being hunted, and not in the fun way they do every once in a while—for real. Dew could tell them about drowning, or watching Ifrit die again and again, whichever one it was this time.

Rain could tell them about emptiness.

But how would it help. They already know what haunts each other.

Swiss reaches down, fingers searching for contact. He’s met with Rain and Dew’s already entwined hands, pulling his over the top of theirs, locking his fingers in against theirs. It shouldn’t work, doesn’t really. Swiss doesn’t let go.

He closes his eyes. Listens to the way Rain’s breathing goes back to even first—then, several minutes later, Dew’s follows. The trembling stops.

Swiss feels like he can breathe again.

He’d open his eyes to look at them, but they’re heavy now, dragged closed by sleep he thought was impossible.

The last thing he’s aware of before he sleeps back under is the rasp of Rain’s purr, rumbling through all of them.

#comet writes #mushy may #Swiss Army Ghoul #Rain Ghoul #Dewdrop Ghoul #Ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction

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tj-crochets · 2 years

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A pair of strawberry quilts! One strawberry hearts, one strawberry patchwork, both with the same backing fabric (pink with white hearts) and all the pink and green fabric in the patchwork quilt is the same as the background fabric from the hearts on the heart quilt

These are (hopefully) intended for a pair of twins; matching but distinct. I mean, it depends on if my cousin accepts them or not? We’ll see lol

#sewing #quilting #quilts #handmade #baby quilts #strawberry hearts quilt #strawberry patchwork quilt

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ceruleancattail · 7 months

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Fingers, an exotic scarlet. They sting, throbbing against nylon strings. The skin hardens, a desperate attempt to protect the tender flesh within. It isn’t fast enough, though.

Red crescents line Cerulean’s skin, digging into the tender plush of their hands. Sliding up and down, jabbing downwards, pinning strings to the fretboard.

Fingers pinching around a small coin, Cerulean strums. Moving up, up, up then down. A cycle, repeating for all time. Up, up, up, then down. Along with their heartbeat, thumping against their chest.

Thump, thump, thump, a beat.

A pair of lips open, in the shape of a circle. They try to speak, mouthing out words. Yet they all come out as clouds of air, soundless. It takes a few tries, before a sound emerged.

A voice, trembling around the edges. Uncertain, treading places they’ve never treaded before. Vocal chords shaking, trying to calibrate themselves to the perfect pitch.

“This is a love song, for a… guy.”

A jerky strum.

“Who’ll never know it’s about him.”

A nervous chuckle.

“I know it’s pretty stupid, but I’m much too shy to tell him.”

A light thud. The clatter of a plate being set down. Startled, Cerulean releases the coin. It slides into the hole, clanging against the wooden interior of their ukulele. Reminiscent of a coin slot into a gachapon machine. Rattling within, signifying a chance. If only they were brave enough to take it.

Emerald eyes glance up at them, framed by ginger locks curling around his cheeks. Cater Diamond. A… upperclassman.

There were more words Cerulean would have used to introduce him, but as an upperclassman would be the nicest. Fingers trailing down the edge of the table, he nudges the plate towards them.

A slice of cake, freshly whipped Snow White cream spilling down its spongy exterior. Strawberries were tantalisingly arranged onto the top, the ruby red of the fruits gleaming at them. Strawberry cheesecake.

“Thanks, Diamond.”

A curt reply, coming out a little more sharply then they intended. Cerulean bit their lips, a sharp pang racing through the lower one.

“Thank you…Cater.”

Plopping down beside them, Cater only waves their hand in the air listlessly.

“No problem, no problem! It’s your special day, after all.”

A finger reached for Cerulean’s face, tapping on their nose ever so lightly. A gentle, playful poke, that has their nose scrunching up at his touch.

All they could do was gape.

“You remembered?”

Cater’s hand reaches for his heart, clutching it rather melodramatically. He leans back, groaning in exaggerated pain. As dramatic as he was, no amount of acting could hide the grin spreading across his cheeks.

“Of course! After all, it’s your day.”

He grins at them, a softer smile gracing his lips this time.

“I’ll always remember.”

Scooting a little closer, Cater nudges them playfully. Elbow jabbing into their arm, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. In response, Cerulean only sighs, swinging their ukulele towards him.

A knight’s joust, between human limbs and a wooden instrument. It ended in a draw, with both fighters laughing pearls of laughter. It echoed throughout the room, amplifying the pure joy that spilled from their lips.

Clutching at his sides, Cater’s body leans a little closer to theirs. Head settling into the crook of their neck, nuzzling like an overgrown pet. Cerulean only chuckles, before they swing an arm around his shoulders.

A moment of silence, settling around both of them. A wonderful quiet, a gentle quilted blanket wrapping both of them tightly. The comfort of having someone you love, beside you.

It’s nice, Cerulean admits silently. It’s nice to have Cater by their side. Living and breathing, heartbeat thumping through their skin. Cater’s nice to be around in general, but his presence never failed to calm their nerves.

Not that they’ll ever tell him that.

Cater moves a little closer, his two arms snaking around their waist. Holding Cerulean closer and closer, until their waist slotted against his. Fitting together perfectly, two pieces of a puzzle.

Heaving a sigh, Cerulean finally allowed themselves to melt into his embrace. Moving towards his touch, letting their body fall. Fall towards him.

It’s nothing new to them.

Cerulean has been falling for Cater for quite some time. They have yet to reach the bottom, even after all this time. ‘Course, they’ll never tell him.

They’re much too shy to.

“Y’know, Cinder and Wei Jie wanted me come back to Ramshackle dorm for a surprise…

but I guess we could stay here like this.. for awhile.”

“Guh- You came all this way just for me? You really shouldn’t have!”

“But thank you, all the same.”

Happy Birthday to Cerulean Marple!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #cater diamond #cerulean marple #Ceru marple #Ceru #cater #cerulean diamond🔷#happy birthday to my dumbass #🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉#fuck I’m getting old

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marblemoonstones · 2 months

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lucky 🍰

summary: a cute date involving your boyfriend, the barbie movie, and one strawberry shortcake milkshake. fluff!! boyfriend!parkjimin

I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)

main masterlist

*any similarities to other fics are accidental*

*warnings: f reader, boyfriend jimin, kissing, fluff!!*

word count ~2.2k

fluffy jimin drabble in honor of valentine’s day!! (to those who celebrate) sorry i slightly rushed through this, but i wanted to post! ❤️🫶🏼🌹

also no spoilers for the barbie movie! 🩷

“Babe please,” you whine, tugging at your boyfriend’s arm, “Just put the outfit on!”

You’re currently in you and your boyfriend’s bedroom, clothes scattered everywhere with the controversial outfit laid out on the bed.

“No!” Retorts Jimin, crossing his arms sassily.

Why were you arguing? Because today was July 21st, and the Barbie Movie was out. All you wanted was a cute little movie date with your boyfriend, and of course you had to dress on theme. But someone was being stubborn.

“Babe, it’s just a pink outfit! I wanted us to look cute together for the movie,” you pout, giving up and sitting on the bed.

Truthfully, the outfit wasn’t that bad. A pink and aqua striped button up with pink shorts. But one might’ve thought you were asking Jimin to wear an inflatable costume with the way he was acting.

“I know sweets, but can’t I just wear my usual clothing? What’s so special about this movie anyways?” Jimin asks, coming to sit next to you.

You trace the flowers on the bedspread, unsure of what to say. Why did you want him to wear this? Maybe because you were looking forward to this movie, maybe because you wanted to be a cute matching couple.

Jimin sighs, wrapping his arms around you and you feel the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.

“Okay. I’m sorry love, if you really want me to wear this I will if it makes you happy. I want you to be happy, my love,” Jimin says softly, giving you a soft peck on your nose, making you giggle.

“There’s my sweets’ smile!” Jimin then proceeds to give you a smattering of kisses all over your face. Both your cheeks, your lips, your forehead, the small freckle on your chin.

You laugh, saying “Jimin, stop! Babe, please!”

Jimin does stop, giving you one last smooch on your lips.

“Okay, I’ll go change. You need to as well!” He says, pushing you to the closet, “I know you’ve been planning this outfit for a while!”

Yes, you had been. Ever since you found out the release date for the movie you had rushed to find the perfect outfit.

As soon as you saw the trailer and Barbie’s pink gingham dress, you were inspired. Dragging Jimin with you (much to his dismay), you shopped until you found pink and white gingham shorts overalls.

“Babe look! It’s perfect!” You cheered to Jimin, grabbing it off the rack.

Jimin smiled at you, happy that you were happy.

“Yes it is. Now, what shoes are you wearing with it?”

You hadn’t even thought of shoes!

“Ummm…I’m not sure. What do you think?” You ask, going up to the counter to pay.

After exiting the story, you two had stopped for a smoothie. Sitting in the booth, you contemplate your shoe options.

“I think you should find some cute sneakers to go with it,” said Jimin, putting his arm around your shoulder.

You nod, excited at the prospect of new shoes (what can you say? you’re a shopaholic).

“Okay! Let’s go!”

You barely give Jimin time to finish his smoothie before you’re leading him to a shoe store.

After much scouring, you find the perfect sneakers that are white with a pink bow on the side.

Jimin paid for them, ignoring your protests.

“Let me spoil you, sweets. It’s my job as your boyfriend,” he said, pulling out his fancy credit card.

Now, you pull on the overalls with a plain white tee beneath it and spritz yourself with perfume that Jimin got for your two year anniversary.

“Almost ready babe!” You call to Jimin, grabbing your pink quilted heart purse. A quick check in the mirror shows that your pink bows in your hair were still intact.

Opening the closet door, you stop in your tracks when you see Jimin. His shirt has the top button open, showing off his collarbones and he really is your Ken. Your other half.

You swear that you fall even more in love.

“Wow, Jimin. You look perfect. I love you so much,” you breathe out, walking over to kiss him.

“You look perfect too, mi amor, and I love you as well,” says Jimin, returning the sweet kiss.

After you pull away Jimin buries his head in your neck, happy that you’re wearing the sweet perfume he got you.

“Mmm…love, you smell like strawberries…” Jimin mumbles, not realizing he was making me blush.

“Let’s go!” You say, quickly bounding to get your shoes on and trying to ignore your heated face.

Jimin laughs but follows you and you both put your shoes on and head out.

At the theatre Jimin buys popcorn and a drinks, telling you “Let me treat you. It’s my duty as a good boyfriend!”

Munching on popcorn you two find a seat in the middle of the almost-empty theatre.

“We almost have the whole place to ourselves!” You whisper to Jimin, glancing around. There’s only another couple in the back and a family in the front.

The trailers start, and you and Jimin always have play a game to guess what the movie is before the trailer is over.

“Wonka! Starring Timothy Chalamet!” You cheer quietly, smiling at Jimin’s eye roll.

“Whatever. You just think he’s hot,” Jimin grumbles.

You shrug. “Maybe so. But I still guessed it!”

Eventually, the movie starts. The opening scene was surprising, but you quickly were invested.

From Barbie’s fabulous outfits to Gloria’s speech, you loved it.

At the end, when ‘What Was I Made For?’ was playing, you felt a tear roll down your cheek. The song touched your soul and this movie truly resonated with you.

“My love, please don’t cry,” murmers Jimin, reaching over to gently wipe the tear away.

This sweet gesture just makes you tear up more.

“Amor, what’s wrong?” Jimin asks, concerned when you don’t stop crying. He hates to see you sad, and would do anything to make you happy.

“I-it’s just that-“ sniffle “-the message in the movie is so m-meaningful to me and I-“ sniffle “-just love you so much and appreciate you and the way you’ve never made me feel stupid and-“

“My love, you are not stupid. You are so smart and you mean the world to me,” Jimin says, reaching in to hug you tightly. “I am so glad that this movie touched your soul so much, and you will always be my one and only.”

Hugging Jimin back feels like the warm feeling you get when you eat hot soup. It starts with the heat in your stomach and then becomes warmth that spreads to the rest of your body. You feel true happiness.

“Thank you baby,” you whisper into Jimin’s shoulder, hugging him (if possible) more snugly.

Jimin kisses your head softly.

After the movie you two head out, Jimin’s jacket slung over your shoulders. Drunk on love you two giggle like lovesick teenagers as you leave and go into the chilly evening air.

“Babe I don’t want to go hoooome,” you whine to Jimin, climbing into the passenger seat of his car.

“Okay, we don’t have to yet. Where do you want to go?” Jimin asks, pulling out of the movie theatre parking lot.

“I don’t know…let’s just drive around,” you suggest.

Jimin drives around and there’s nothing much open. Then you get a glimpse of a lit up neon sign down the road.

“Baby! Let’s go there, it looks open!” You point to the sign and Jimin obliges.

Jimin parks and you see that it’s a small diner.

“Looks like it’s still open. Let’s go in!” Jimin exclaims, opening the door for you. He’s ever the gentlemen.

The bell jingles as we step inside the vintage looking diner, with worn black and white tile and pink leather booths. Matching stools line the counter and milkshake machines with glasses are behind it.

“Wow. I’ve never been in here before. Maybe it’s new?” You ask, partly to yourself.

“Maybe so. C’mon, let’s order something!” Jimin practically drags you to the counter and you two sit next to each other on the spinny barstools.

There’s no one eating, but you do hear a couple sounds from in the kitchen, a sign that someone’s here.

“Be with you in a moment!” Calls a cheery voice.

You and Jimin look around at the diner, admiring the jukebox in the corner while you wait.

A minute later a brown haired girl comes out of the kitchen holding a notepad.

“Hello! Sorry about the wait. Welcome to the Magic Shop Diner. My name’s Amelia and I’ll take your order today! What can I get for you two?”

You and Jimin look at the menu on the wall, unsure of what to order because of the variety of choices.

“What would you recommend?” Jimin finally asks, after several moments of hesitation.

“Well, for couples there’s a strawberry shortcake milkshake special! A large milkshake with two straws for a lower price!” Peppy Amelia says.

“What about it love? Do you want the strawberry shortcake special?” Jimin asks you.

You think about it. Come to think of it, a milkshake would really hit the spot. And a pink one? Perfect for the movie you just saw.

“Sure, but only if you want it,” you say, grasping Jimin’s hand.

“If that’s what you want, let’s get it. We’ll take one strawberry shortcake milkshake with the couple special please,” orders Jimin.

“Great! I’ll get that for you as soon as possible.” Amelia goes to the milkshakes machine and starts to make it.

“I’m excited babe. It’s perfect for the Barbie movie! I have to take a picture of it before we eat it,” you say, thinking about how aesthetically pleasing the milkshake will look in the diner.

“Sure, sweets. I’ll take some of you with the milkshake too,” Jimin says fondly, grinning at the beam in your eyes.

You lay your head on Jimin’s shoulder, his hand warming yours. Closing your eyes for a moment, you think about how happy you feel. The perfect boyfriend with the perfect movie for a perfect date.

“Your order is ready!” Amelia says, breaking your train of thought.

You open your eyes and lift your head up. There on the counter is a pink milkshake piled with whipped cream, a slice of strawberry shortcake, and a cherry on top. It looks like a sugary paradise.

“It’s perfect! Thank you, Amelia,” you gush, whipping out your phone. After snapping some photos of the milkshake, Jimin takes your phone and tells you to pose. You slide the drink closer to you and grin. Then you mime taking a sip, but something doesn’t feel right.

“Babe! I need you in a picture with me. Let’s take a selfie!” You hold out your phone as you and Jimin take a sip of the milkshake together. Afterwards, Jimin presses a kiss to your lips, and you barely stop yourself from dropping your phone. His lips taste like strawberry and you swear it’s like tasting heaven.

“Mmm, babe!” You say, your voice slightly muffled.

Jimin takes the hint and pulls away, smirking at your flustered face. “What’s wrong, my love?”

You glare at him. “I want to eat the milkshake now! And you’re distracting me!”

Jimin’s smirk melts into a cheesy grin. “Okay, fine. Let’s devour this thing!”

After much slurping and many ‘mmms’ you and Jimin finally finish the milkshake.

“That was so good,” you moan, once again resting your head on Jimin’s shoulder. Tummy full, all you want to do is curl up and sleep off the sugar.

“I agree. Hey, Amelia, how much do we owe?” Jimin asks, catching the attention of the brunette.

“Well…it’s on the house because you two are too cute!” Amelia cheers. You swear you see heart eyes as Amelia looks at you and Jimin.

“No, really, how much did we owe you?” Jimin presses, refusing to accept the free drink.

“Really, nothing,” Amelia assures, pushing away Jimin’s cash.

“But it was so good! Surely we need to pay,” you protest, seeing Amelia shake her head.

“Fine. Then we’ll just leave a huge tip,” says Jimin, leaving the cash in the tip jar by the cash register.

“Oh, well you really don’t have to!” Amelia says, but you can tell she’s happy about it.

“Yes, we do. And we’ll recommend this place to our friends too!” You say, already imagining the future double dates you and your friends can do here.

“Well, we appreciate it. You folks are so cute! I hope you have a great evening,” Amelia says cheerily.

“You too!”

You and Jimin leave with your arms around each other.

Once you get inside the car, you sigh. “I’m so happy right now, babe. I hope we can always be this happy.”

Jimin turns to look at you for a brief moment, smiling. “Me too. I love you so much, my love.”

“And I love you.” You yawn wide, the night’s activities catching up to you.

“Take a nap, amor. I’ll wake you when we get home,” Jimin says, giving me a blanket from the backseat.

“Okay, thanks baby.”

You close your eyes and fall asleep, wondering, “How did I get so lucky?”

I am trying to write more small fics/drabbles! hope you enjoyed reading. 🩷🫶🏼

#bts #bts x reader #marblemoonstones #park jimin #bts jimin #jimin x reader #bts jimin x reader

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pocketramblr · 2 years

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Ask game: 13. “Keep it.” for tddk, please!

"So, like, how did you know?" Ashido asked, and Shoto frowned at his friend.

"How did I know what?"

"How did you know Midori was the one?"

He shouldn't be surprised that she asked that- Ashido loved watching romance both in movies and in real life.

Case in point, the film they were watching over popcorn and boxed wine.

Shoto looked down at his hand where he was still getting used to the ring.

"Hmm. I'm not sure if there was one moment I knew. It all just added up, you know. I knew he was good, like, really good in his heart, at the Sports Festival back when we were freshmen. I knew he'd do anything for his friends within a week of that"-

Mina laughed. "Like it wasn't obvious the first week of school."

"Not just to be a hero, but I mean, for his friends. He'd kill a man."

Shoto did not explain the Hosu incident, boy because he particularly cared about the NDA, but because he wanted to keep talking about Izuku instead.

"I think a few months later, I knew I'd do the same for him. After that, it was just little things. Over years."

A drop of water in a rock that freezes and refreezes until the rock breaks.

"Maybe when Natsuo proposed, that's when I realized exactly what I wanted too, but I know I loved him before that, so."

He finished with a gulp of wine; his throat suddenly felt so parched.

Ashido cooed.

"And when did you know he'd say yes?"

Shoto shrugged. "Well, we'd talked about it before, a like vaugely, but still."

"Right. But I mean, when did you know he loved you back? I'd ask him but you know he'd just turn into a strawberry. Did he say it, oh did he say it first?"

Izuku had actually said it first, Shoto was pretty sure. But that hadn't been the first time he knew.

"It was senior year, you know when the top floors of the dorm flooded? He gave me his one-of-a-kind All Might quilt, and even after, told me to keep it."

Ashindo gasped.

"Now that I think about it though, he might have only said yes with I proposed to get it back."

"Todoroki Shoto," Ashido said with a laugh, lifting her glass, "I am telling that story at your wedding."

#mina has appointed herself as shoto's best woman i think #Gentrychild #pocket talks to people #prompt game

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coffee-in-europe · 2 years

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january: black-and-white films, old records, red lipstick, classical music, gold earrings, city lights, garnet clothing, champagne, glitter, russian literature, snowstorms, art galleries, dimly lit restaurants, high-heels, chickadees, frosted windowpanes, silk shirts, espresso, pomegranates, snowy owls

february: candy hearts, roses, grapefruit, trench coats, mittens, dark chocolate, calligraphy, sealed envelopes, vanilla cake, ballet, romance films, chandeliers, late-night phone calls, musicals, aurora borealis, marshmallows, pink lipgloss, poetry, freesia, movie theatres, ballads, pressed flowers, stained glass, teacups

march: dark comedies, photo albums, lemons, cold rivers, baking, tidying, colouring, movie marathons, nonfiction books, newspapers, clovers, train rides, fashion magazines, pasta, orchids, podcasts, houseplants, sketchpads, yogurt, celestial art, bubble baths, charcuterie boards, moonlight, ice floes, crystal glasses, coffee dates

april: disney cartoons, rubber boots, tulips, mauve nailpolish, fresh vegetables, cold rain, journals, lavender, fresh eggs, pink blush, birdsong, morning frost, rosemary, tulips, foggy mornings, aloe vera, ponds, herbal tea, puddles, lilies, bunnies, floral sheets, marmalade, pastoral novels, frogs, english custard, lily pads

may: picture books, daisies, farms, warm breezes, cherry blossoms, early mornings, fresh-baked bread, gardening, childhood reminiscing, dandelions, honey, meadows, hummingbirds, butterflies, rainbows, sugar cookies, polaroid cameras, wild mushrooms, carnations, frescoes, silver lockets, brown bears, pancakes, rivers, greenhouses, white sheets

june: jean shorts, pop music, white wine, beach days, yoga, sunday brunch, ice cream, concerts, wildflowers, fluffy clouds, morning dew, cotton candy, turtles, popsicles, kayaks, watermelon, pineapples, vineyards, sparklers, bicycles, denim jackets, swans, asphodels, cocktail parties, gooseberries, lilacs, hollyhocks

july: adventure stories, oranges, lakehouses, campfires, festivals, disco nights, strawberries, figs, starry skies, iced coffee, fireworks, street markets, bumblebees, trumpet vines, strappy sandals, sunglasses, patio lights, linen, denim skirts, pizza, fruit smoothies, pizza, rainstorms, peaches, lagoons, white dresses, astronomy

august: golden sunlight, nostalgia, willow trees, nature poetry, sunrises and sunsets, picnic baskets, sunflowers, crickets, cicadas, colourful quilts, cherries, rolling hills, maxi-dresses, tall grass, dragonflies, crochet, renaissance art, vine tomatoes, overalls, roadtrips, hammocks, sunhats, waterfalls, tabby cats

september: coffee, book piles, croissants, long walks, classic novels, braided hair, notebooks, film festivals, apples, pears, farmers markets, forests, jigsaw puzzles, owls, tortoiseshell glasses, orchards, library cards, foxes, tweed blazers, climbing ivy, tea kettles, maple syrup, goldenrod, lanterns, waffles, boardgames

october: pumpkin patches, black turtlenecks, ginger pastries, fireplaces, wet leaves, ankle boots, corduroy, birch trees, cafés, bookshops, castles, caramel, rainy mornings, blustery nights, town fairs, countryside walks, cinnamon, nutmeg, old houses, black cats, bakeries, creeks, thick blankets, city blocks, white chapels

november: candles, red wine, ancient ruins, greek mythology, second-hand books, plaid blankets, mahogany nailpolish, mystery novels, museums, burgundy sweaters, dinner parties, gemstone rings, icy breath, black coffee, language studies, antique shops, white roses, cobblestones, lace, cathedrals, firewood, audiobooks, crescent moons

december: soft snowfall, christmas carols, pine scent, wool socks, irish stew, fairy lights, thick books, fantasy stories, throw pillows, shortbread, comfort films, window shopping, scarves, icicles, peppermint, carrot noses, angels, hot chocolate, skates, pinecones, caribou, gingerbread, crackling fires, hot toddies, cashmere

#something to look forward to in every month #mine #text #personal #vibes #note to self #Aesthetic

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thesparklytoast · 5 months

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BB.Q

this boy is never nice even if he smile here (maybe because he saw his next target) he never smiles to anybody ever

this guy background vibe(just the pink color) is inspired by

1-cameron by @ntls-24722(sorry for tagging you a lot)(you just inspire me)

2-the dismemberment song by blue kid

BB have a nephew from his oldest brother(Patrick) (he loves him very much) named Peter he have Down's syndrome he’s the one who wrote love you, uncle -petr 👇

This is his place between his siblings

Jason And BB and Dennis and Simon are from the same dad

except Patrick drals (<—his family name) the mother of the five kids was married to a man from the drals family unfortunately they split up. The mother took the custody and remarried when Patrick was 16 to a man from quilt family

oh yeah, Patrick have two kids and older daughter named Maria (Mimi) 12 and the younger son Peter (Pie as BB calls him ✨ ) is 7

And he (BB)works with a guy. His name is gel Barton

he suffers from anxiety, and he survives on cinnamon rolls, coffee and anxiety pills

he’s a professional photographer, but he works in a morgue with BB in a town named drownfall (it’s considered a very creepy place because of its foggy atmosphere and because of the weird stories and their love for Halloween) he was sure there was something creepy in that town. He always had those weird dreams where he thought that he was lost somewhere in the woods. The world was so long he know there was something in there. He just doesn’t know what it was. He try so hard to take pictures of it as you see it, but they are really really dark.

he takes pictures of things he saw, or beautiful memory is he thought that he might like to hold onto

when he first met BB he saw him talking to one of the dead body with no eyes completely, and he was talking to them as if they were alive. That was the weirdest thing that he saw.

and the person who owns the morgue is an elderly man that’s why he give them for permission to do whatever they want as long as they don’t do anything illegal

“What is forbidden is desirable”

(well, it is desirable for bb well, not because he’s a psychopath because he love to see people guts)

they happen to work for some guy who always bring them live people to take either their hearts or their kidneys are the blood and they sell it for the man and they will receive a car filled with cash

and they both share this weird thoughts about the forest they want to know what’s in there

and that’s it. I was way too lazy to even draw their favorite food. Just imagine with me that BB likes strawberry cheesecake with strawberry tea. Yeah I know that bitch is very cute but trust me I’m not going for the oh I look cute and I’m very terrible. Yeah this is an older style, but this guy is really terrible He’s terrible to the bones man.

and gel he lives as I said, on cinnamon rolls, coffee and anxiety medicines not other than those he have a little sister that got kidnapped and killed -no this person is not inspired by Mike Schmidt in the new movie Fnaf he is his own character and he have two younger brothers, who are both in high school one of them is in their last year even though we have so much to live, for, he got such terrible anxiety from his dreams and nightmares he doesn’t like to fall asleep because he’s afraid to continue the dream over and over

A very good clap for me guys because I was working on this post for two days now

#Thank you and good night #Gore oc #And I’m doing this like two weeks before my final exams #And my hand hurt #I was throwing those at night so nobody would see me awake

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