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obsessivevoidkitten · 1 year

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Building a Hornet’s Nest

Male Wasp Hybrid Harem x Feminized Male Reader (CW: Noncon, musk, pheromones, bukkake, gangbang, double penetration, wasp men, oviposition, feminized male reader, drug-like cum, wasp transformation, DNA manipulation, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 3.7k (Sorry that this took so long. Sorry that this is so weird. I hope some people can find the degeneracy within themselves to enjoy it.)

When your distant uncle had passed away and left you a property you were surprised to say the least. You were more surprised to learn that it was on Arcadia and that your uncle had never lived long enough to go and see it as he had been ill for some time before his passing and he was not particularly old either. Years ago, unknown to most of the family, he had procured a modest plot of land on Arcadia, a distant planet on the fringes of known space. A true modern day frontier. It was known for its mega-flora. With flowers that grew to the size of trees in some cases. It was also known for its giant docile bees. They were just like bees on Earth except much much larger and they were stingless, it was very easy to domesticate them and now people used them on Arcadia to develop many rare and exotic honey types from the strange alien flowers. Your uncle had wanted to be a beekeeper, he was apparently going to invite you on the venture with him seeing as how you were both into farming and working the land and you had helped him with his beekeeping when you were younger, but he never recovered from his illness so you did not find out until his death. With only a bit of hesitance you decided to pursue your uncle’s dream. When you first got to Arcadia you were in awe by how tranquil and picturesque it was, the pictures and videos that you had seen certainly did it no justice. Unlike Earth most of the foliage was various shades of red, orange, and yellow. Giant blooms of every shape and color imaginable were everywhere, with the exception of the clearing that a small settlement had been built in. Despite being here for a few decades it was still very much a quaint little frontier town, pleasant enough people, offering just the bare essential services. Then there was your new plot of land a few miles from town. It was… run down… to say the least. But you made due, you had sold everything of significant value that you had owned back on Earth and were fully committing to this new venture. And, after a few months, your efforts finally paid off. A giant mansion sized barn for your future bees was built and your house was repaired. All that was left to do was wait for your shipment of buzzy friends to arrive. Well they wouldn’t be so busy when they arrived, as they would still be pupa, but within a week or two the pupa would be finished developing into full sized giant docile bees, they would accept the barn as their home and set up shop. The day came when your shipment finally landed and you were so thrilled, they came off the hover truck and you hurried them into their new home, carefully placing them horizontally into cells in the walls and capping them. In truth you had been more than a bit worried, you were running perilously low on funds and had to go with a discount bee supplier that seemed just a slight bit unreliable. But it seemed you had worried for nothing, here were your bee pupa, nice and healthy. Though they did seem to be a slightly different shape than they looked from the advertisements and videos, you were sure that nothing was wrong. You could barely contain your excitement, you had heard that these bees easily imprint on their humans and are very loving, soon they would establish a hive and your goals would be obtained. It would be slow at first, as you only had enough to get three pupa, but you would get there eventually. You couldn’t stop yourself from checking the barn every few hours. 9 or 10 times each and every single day. The wait was torture. But finally, after about 12 days, you heard buzzing coming from the barn when you stepped out of your house in the morning, you practically tripped over yourself running back inside to grab the collars for them and then dashed back outside and across the field of flowers you had started to grow for them. You opened the door to the barn and… it was NOT what you were expecting. The three pupa were no longer in the cells you had packed them so lovingly into, but they sure as hell were not bees either. Instead, standing before you were three wasp-men. You knew what these were, genetically engineered human-wasp hybrids, that typically had smaller genetic contributions from several ant and bee species as well, that were typically used in highly regulated projects or otherwise extremely shady sources of labor on the very unregulated frontier planets. The question was how did you get them? Did someone’s order get mixed with yours? With how much energy and enthusiasm you opened the door with, they were all now intently staring at you, and to say that they were intimidating would have been an understatement. They all looked fairly similar to one another, red and yellow plates of chitinous exoskeletons covered their feet, arms, legs, chests, and backs. The only thing lacking the exoskeletons were their faces, abs, asses, and crotches. Which were very much exposed, showing off scarily long cocks and heavy balls. They had red bug-like eyes, they had fangs but otherwise regular mouths, but they sat between a set of wicked looking mandibles. Antenna twitched on their heads, sticking out from long blood red hair. Each had a set of large wings folded behind them. Their antennas twitched in your direction as they also sniffed the air curiously. Uh-oh. They were from a shady source so who knows how unpredictably they could act towards you, so you wisely decided to make a hasty retreat, but they quickly flew over to you and pulled you back deeper into the building. “Where’s the rush?” one of them inquired in a slightly buzzing but deep voice, “Me and my friends just woke up here and need some answers.” “Uh-uh okay, sure, what do you want to know?” The one speaking put his arm roughly around your waist and pulled you closer to him. “Well, we are looking for the person meant to be our queen, do you know where they are? Your scent is the only one here. Did you put us in the wall compartments?” “There isn’t any queen, but y-yeah I was the one who bought your pupa and put them in there.” He took a moment to feel you over with his antenna, it probably would have tickled had you not been scared shitless. “Sooo… you’re the queen? Or are you under someone??” “There isn't one! And I own this land and made this building for bees…” One of the other two wasp men chimed in at this. “Ha! Bees? Those weak passive ones that have no human in em and are about as smart as a pet dog? You’re lucky you got us instead, we are far superior!” The one holding you now much too tightly replied while flexing his free arm,”He’s right, we are much better. You really lucked out little queen~ We can keep you much safer.” He licked up your neck with a long narrow tongue making you shiver. “I told you, there isn’t a queen!” You were beginning to grow annoyed with the cyclic nature of this conversation. “You bought us? You own this territory? You put us in cells so we could grow?” “W-well yeah but… I’m n-not-” “You’re our queen then~ Don’t be scared we’ll keep you all safe from the big scary world! You’re far too weak and squishy to just be left alone.” “Ha! Yeah, just a pathetic squishy little human,” the third one that had been silent up until now chuckled as he poked you hard in the stomach. The one holding you grinded gently into your ass, his cock fully erect and prodding your cheeks. “This ass is soft too~ Bet it feels great inside, doesn’t it little queen?” “S-stop, please, I’m not a w-woman!” “Awe, our queen is a bit dumb too~ Good thing we came along to take care of you. It doesn’t matter if you don’t think you’re our queen yet, we’ll rape you full of our eggs. You’ll look so lovely full of our spawn~” As he said all of this he began to gently rub his hand against your crotch and the other two hybrid men stepped closer. Between the unwanted touching and the mention of the word rape you decided it may be worth the risk to try and escape anyway, but your struggles didn’t last long. The man holding you shook you a bit violently until you were unsteady and still and then held the top of his wrist to your neck. A long thick black needle protruded from his wrist and was pointed at you threateningly. You turned away, trying to put as much space between your neck and the sinister looking needle as possible. “Maybe you aren’t too dumb, you know what this does don’t you my queen? It’ll hurt terribly before paralyzing you and allowing us to play with you at our leisure and make you fulfill your royal duty~” You let out a pathetic whimper in response. “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t want to use it. How can you squirm around my dick if I did? So just relax and let this happen the easier, more fun way, okay?” He nibbled on your earlobe and you went completely limp in his grasp, signaling that you wouldn’t put up anymore of a fight. “Heh heh, excellent choice, my queen~” The other two wasps chuckled cruelly as well as one pulled your shirt off and the other wasted no time in unburdening you of your pants and boxers. They stared at you hungrily. Your nudity only fueled your fear and you had to stifle your instinct to flail, thrash, punch, and run. But doing so would surely make things much worse for you, better to just let them have their way and get it over with and hope you could sneak out after maybe when they were sleeping or otherwise distracted. You could feel the cock of the hybrid behind you gently rubbing against your hole as he licked and bit at your neck. He bent down behind you and spread your cheeks, making you shudder as an inhumanly long tongue prodded your hole before sliding in deep, stretching you out gently as it probed and making you twitch and grow hard as it found and focused on your prostate. The genetics for their tongues definitely came from long tongued bees. The wasp man behind you got up and resumed pressing his cock into your hole. “Just getting you good and ready queen~” He whispered softly into your ear. His large cock mercifully massaged copious amounts of thick precum into you to prep you for breeding. At least the entry wouldn’t be unstretched or dry, because that’s not something you would have put past them. The other two wasps were busy rubbing their hands all over your body, rubbing your belly, groping your ass cheeks, stroking your face with surprising tenderness, and contrasting that with rough greedy groping of your soft thighs and tugging at your hair. As the one behind you slipped inside your well lubed ass a second wasp enveloped your hard cock entirely within its mouth while the third kissed you passionately, its tongue fervently exploring every inch of your mouth. You couldn’t even yell in pleasure or protest the pain of having your ass invaded by a large inhuman cock as the long thin went down your throat, making you gag a bit. Finally respecting your need to breathe, the wasp removed itself from your face and began biting your sensitive neck, adding to the complete overly stimulating waves of sensation already being caused by having your dick enveloped by a hot mouth and your prostate gently kissed by the rhythmic thrusts of the other two insectoid men. The one attending your cock took his free hand to massage your balls and that led you to possibly the quickest orgasm of your life. In any other situation you would have been totally humiliated, but you were long past having any dignity today. The one behind you did not relent in his fucking of you, but instead picked up the pace a bit as he felt your body shudder, the one sucking you off hungrily swallowed your load before licking his lips and getting up. “My, you were really pent up my queen, and you produce such sweet honey for me!” He pressed his lips to yours, letting the taste of your own cum permeate your mouth. Between the kiss and the constant pounding of your ass you whimpered as you were already hard again, the wasp that had previously had its tongue down your throat now replacing the one that swallowed your cum at your cock, kissing the sensitive organ before licking it and sucking your recently emptied nuts. You whimpered as they continued to manhandle your sensitive body. The one pumping into your tight hole finally slamming in hard and cumming forcefully, depositing something round and hard into you as he did, making you flinch a bit in surprise as you remembered that they reproduced via eggs, it did not really hurt, but you felt a tingling inside where the waspoid cum touched you. The cock inside you lingered a while as it filled you but once it slid out and away from you your ass’ rest was short lived. One of the wasps laid with his back on the ground and with his cock pointing up, the other two bringing you over to him and forcing you to lower yourself onto his eager, drooling, prick. Your well stretched hole slid on him easily and he gripped you tight and forced you up and down on his length. That special spot inside you was rubbed once more, making you shudder in unwilling pleasure, your body completely betraying you. The pace was slow enough for you, and surprisingly he seemed unwilling to seriously injure his “queen”. As you were finally getting used to the motions one of the other wasps, the one that had already filled your ass, came up behind and slid his cock back inside you with his friend’s so that you were now being plowed in tandem by the both of them. As you gasped from the sudden extra intrusion abusing your insides the third wasp took advantage of your open mouth and wasted no time in putting his dick in your open mouth. You could taste his precum, oddly enough it had just a slight soothing effect and you noticed it tasted of honey. Filled to the brim with cock, you started to get a bit more relaxed as time went on, not overly so. You were still very unwilling and any pleasure was purely physical, incidental, and frustrating, but whatever was in the honey like fluid dripping from his cock was definitely making you a bit less stiff and just a tad bit less defiant. While this was happening you thought you could remember hearing something about this, that modified wasp and bee species made substances that could calm down their queens when distressed, both in fluids and via pheromones. And now that you thought about it the musk that hung heavily in the air was strangely comforting, it was like the more of the precum that dripped down your throat the more you were affected by the smell that these men were giving off. Not nearly enough to really lose yourself though, it was far more subtle than that. It was also probably why you did not feel too much pain anymore despite two dicks pistoning your ass, as one cock thrust forward the other pulled back. All the while the one occupying your mouth was happily pumping away, content with enjoying the wet warmth of your mouth as he fed you more pre. Between all the sensations overtaking your body, the cocks sliding in and out of you, the pheromones and relaxing fluid, and the hands roaming over your sides, face, and thighs, you couldn’t help but blow another load, right on the wasp that was below you. “See? It feels good to be our queen, doesn’t it,” he asked with a mocking chuckle knowing full well it was just your body’s response and it didn’t mean you were enjoying your predicament. After several minutes the one making you suck him pulled out and moaned as he came all over your face, covering you in warm slippery fluid. There were no eggs in this ejaculation, he was certainly saving all of those to be deposited deep inside you to go along with his friend’s. Your skin tingled a bit where the cum touched you and you began to feel just a bit dizzy as your inhibitions slowly lowered just a bit and you became even more relaxed. The cum was much more potent than just the precum and the load up your ass was gradually affecting you as well. Musk permeating the air was much thicker than it had been, or maybe you just noticed it more now, but it was making you drool a bit and you couldn’t help but bounce back a bit against the dicks in your suddenly hungry hole. “I feel really weird… can we stop now…” You stifled a cry, something wasn’t right, you were much more sensitive than normal to everything and you were having difficulty thinking clearly. The wasps all smirked as they ignored you, knowing that their fluid was slowly turning you into a weak little queen they could worship and fill with egg after egg. It was slowly changing your very DNA, making you receptive to hybrid pheromones, making you crave them. The one that had previously unloaded in you pulled out and came all over your back. Moments later the one below you working you on his shaft like some kind of living sex toy slammed you down to the base of his cock and filled you deeply with even more eggs and semen, causing you to spasm and moan weakly with a dry orgasm of your own. “Fuck! You’re a great incubator!” While you were panting and trying to recover the wasp previously abusing your mouth unceremoniously pulled you off the cock you were on and gripped you tight from behind, his erection easily sliding in your cum leaking entrance. “Not done yet, being queen is very busy work, you have to take my eggs too~” “P-please no more, I-I feel funny,” you pleaded desperately as your head was swimming with mixed signals. You knew you didn’t want this but you were so light headed you could barely think, and now these wasp men smelled so alluring, and wouldn’t having more eggs in you feel so nice? “I-I n-need to s-stop…” You felt an instinctual need to keep letting them fill you up, but at the same time you were burning up and truly felt feeble and sick. “Shhh, shhh, just relax, okay? You have been such a good mate for us so far~” He licked a long stripe up your neck with his thin tongue and held you tighter as he continued grinding into you. Without warning he started flying a few feet in the air while still breeding you, his insect instincts telling him to give you a proper nuptial flight. In no time the other wasps joined in as well, both of them in front of you, tending to their precious queen. Rubbing you up and down, smearing the fluid that covered you into your skin, giving little kisses and nibbles, and caresses where they saw fit. They were a bit brutish, but they knew the transition occurring in all of your cells was a rough one and they wanted to help their queen embrace his new role as easily as possible, especially since you had been such a perfect weak little mate for them. You would have continued to beg for them to stop, but it felt so nice now. And it would have been so ungrateful. These nice men were taking care of you so sweetly, giving you lots of eggs to tend to, choosing you to take care of them. It made you feel fluttery in the pit of your stomach. You were so lucky. With a shudder the final load of eggs was unloaded into you, the wasp man behind you wrapping his legs around yours as he came. They all gently lowered you to the ground, one of them keeping you in his arms with you leaning against him and burying your head in his neck before passing out from sheer exhaustion. The wasps’ fluids were still hard at work rewriting your DNA, somewhat like a virus. It was definitely taking a toll on you. Your harem of wasp-men took you to your house and had you all washed up and bundled in your bed, keeping a dedicated vigil over you as you had a deep but feverish sleep. They did not like seeing you uncomfortable, unless it was from them teasing you. But they knew it would be worth it, when you woke up in a few days you would be totally dependent on them. Your new insect DNA demanding you to always be by one of them for safety and telling you that you would constantly need to be incubating their eggs. Their pheromones would comfort, alert, or arouse you based on what they needed to communicate and you would produce some as well that allowed them to track you and be aware of your condition. You’d even grow antenna and your skin would take a reddish tone. You would technically be a wasp hybrid yourself, but that would be the extent of your transformation. Just a weak incubator hopelessly dependent on them for the rest of your life.

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weretheones · 1 year

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To The Bone

Plot: You can’t stop shivering and Daryl can’t sleep. (Season 2-3 interim)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count:  1.2k (I can't believe I wrote something this short)

A/N: it has been so cold lately, hence this small, barely proof-read fic. I hope it gives u some warmth :*

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The farm fell and winter came.

There wasn’t a moment more heartbreaking to lose your home. Where the walls that fostered generations of Greenes would’ve warmed your heart, the cold and sprawling forest took their place.

Some nights the walls of a different home kept you warm. Homes that once belonged to people you would never know, absolute strangers that were just gone; dead or lost.

Tonight was not one of those nights.

Tonight, there were no strangers whose pictures still lined the walls— because there weren’t any walls. Only the forest and a small fire. Barely embers.

“They might see.”

Rick’s voice echoed in your head frequently these days. An hour wouldn’t pass before he had another demand to make. His last, before patrolling the camp’s boarders with T-Dog and Daryl, was to keep the fire down. Since the incident with Randall’s group and the herd that ripped through the farm, you had a pretty good guess who they were; the living and the dead. A fester of fear and exhaustion lodged in the back of your throat the night you lost the farm, and it’d kept you in line with Rick’s order since.

The fire was nothing but a soft glow. Enough light to see the colour of the fallen leaves beside your head, but that was it. No warmth and certainly no comfort was found in the glowing ashes.

Your shivering had started an hour ago and despite your best efforts to curl under the scratchy blanket, the damp floor of the forest chilled you to the bone. The others had fallen asleep by now, lulled by the aches of exhaustion and the body heat of their closest family, and if you hadn’t spent an extra hour on guard duty, you were sure Lori would’ve pulled you in alongside her and Carl. But the constant worries in your mind kept you awake and alert— so your guard shifts lingered longer and longer with each night, and by the time you retreated, your ‘bed’ for the night was only yours.

Months ago, when the farmhouse had been packed with suitcases and sleeping bags, you would’ve cherished the space. That was before the empty air became cold and bitter, biting at whatever slivers of exposed skin it could find.

Now, being alone felt almost like another type of fight. A struggle to just get through the night without catching frostnip.

There were footsteps ahead of you. It took a moment too long to register it— blame the exhaustion— but when you had, your mind was awake again. Light and calculated, they avoided the crunch of crisp fallen leaves like they knew the forest floor off by heart.

Daryl.

You knew it even before your eyes peeked open. Fighting against the weight of your eyelids, you narrowly watched his shadowy frame sneak through the sleeping bodies of your people, until he moved around the fire and behind you. Your eyes shut again and you listened for the soft rustle of him laying down a blanket.

Another shiver hit and your muscles clenched.

Beyond the clatter of your teeth, a second or two passed in silence. Eventually, your shiver subsided and your body relaxed again, but your jaw was still stiff from the frigid air. You yanked the blanket up further, covering you up to your red-tipped nose, and waited for the tension to pass.

Something touched your shoulder— a hand— and your head snapped to the side. It was Daryl, crouched behind you.

“’S jus’ me,” he mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer.

In one swoop, he draped his blanket onto yours and laid down on his side beside you.

“Come ‘ere,” his voice was low. Not only quiet but soft, like he was worried it might break if he spoke any louder.

The blanket helped initially, you felt an extra layer of coziness engulf you, but when he finally moved closer...

It was almost instant, the way your body melted into his.

So tender and whole that every bit of you that had frozen from the constant death and heartbreak cracked open. It’d been months since you felt even a hint of comfort, since you’d even been touched beyond Maggie’s supportive hand at your shoulder. The way you curled into him was almost instinct; your nerves, once turned to ice, finally thawed again and felt.

Against your better wishes, your voice shuddered, “Are you sure?”

His arm snaked around you, pulling you closer by the waist.

“Can’t sleep with your teeth clatterin’ so loud.”

You huffed a breath, huddling your shaky fingers closer to your lips to catch a moment of the hot air. Even with his body heat sinking into your skin, your body was still stiff with the last effects of the chill, and you shivered once more.

He moved you— you couldn’t register where his hands touched specifically, but there were spots of heat up your arms and around your shoulders, like the touch of his skin was separated by thick gloves instead of the thin sweater you wore. You vaguely registered how cold your skin must’ve been for the sensation of his touch to be so numbed. Without any protest, nor much thought, you followed his directions, guiding you deeper into him. Even if it hadn’t been for that pesky crush of yours making you a willing listener of the man, his body heat alone was enough to convince you entirely. As long as you never had to feel that cold and disheartened again, you’d do whatever he asked. His hands stopped moving when you were facing him, forehead touching his chest and face almost completely hidden under the blanket.

Save those big, beautiful eyes that you looked up at him with.

“Thank you,” your voice was smothered under the thick fabric, but he knew what you meant from your stare alone.

He mumbled something, but you barely heard it, finding distraction in the way his chest rumbled with the effort— or the quick pound of his heart.

Daryl wasn’t particularly known as an affectionate man, hell, the stories you’d heard of his interactions with Merle sounded more like resentment than love. And for a while there, when he pulled away after Sophia, you wondered if he knew love existed beyond what his brother defined it as.

His pounding heart made sense, then. A life of inexperience didn’t give him the necessary bravado for sudden, almost intimate, contact with a person he only met a few months ago. No matter how necessary it might’ve been with the dropping temperature, holding you in his embrace seemed like an understandable source of nerves.

The feeling along your back, the slow rub of his thumb down your spine, became less fuzzy as your skin warmed up. By the time you lost your last chill, his heart slowed to a steady pace, and you could even feel the way he’d chewed his nail down to the edge through your shirt.

Thump.

When you inhaled, the air was still cold, but it was tolerable.

Thump.

His heat sunk into you, deeper with every beat of his heart.

Thump.

Daryl held you throughout his sleep. You weren’t sure how inviting your body could have been after hours of lonely shivers, but he held you closer and closer as the night passed.

Perhaps he just needed a little comfort, too.

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A/N: if daryl was ooc in this... no he wasn’t <3

also-- not sure if I should put a read more on this or not bc its so short... please lmk if it was taking up too much room in the tags/on ur dash :)

if you’re reading this, thank you! I hope you enjoyed this fic. please feel free to leave feedback, it helps so much and I love to read it. have a lovely day <3

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batboyblog · 21 days

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Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week #12

March 29-April 5 2024

President Biden united with Senator Bernie Sanders at the White House to review Democratic efforts to bring down drug prices. President Biden touted his Administration’s capping the price of insulin for seniors at $35 a month and capping the price of prescription drugs for seniors at $2,000 a year. Biden hopes to expand both to all Americans through legislation next year with a Democratic congress. The President also praised Senator Sanders' efforts as chair of the Senate Health Committee which has lead to major drug manufacturers capping the price of inhalers at $35 a month. “Bernie, you and I have been fighting this for 25 years,” Biden said “Finally, finally we beat Big Pharma. Finally.”

The White House gave an update on its actions around the Francis Scott Key Bridge disaster. The federal government working with state and local governments hope to have enough of the remains of the bridge cleared to partially reopen the Port of Baltimore by the end of the month and have the port working normally by May. The Administration has already released $60 million in emergency money toward rebuilding and promises the federal government will cover the cost. The Department of Labor has released $3.5 million for Dislocated Worker Grants and plans up to $25 million to cover lost wages. The Small Business Administration is offering $2 million in emergency loans to affected small businesses. The Administration is working with business and labor unions to keep workers at work and cover lost wages.

Vice-President Harris and EPA Administrator Michael Regan announced $20 billion to help finance tens of thousands of climate and clean energy projects across the country. The kinds of projects that will be financed through this project include distributed clean power generation and storage, net-zero retrofits of homes and small businesses, and zero-emission transportation. 70% of the funds, $14 billion, will be invested in low-income and disadvantaged communities. The project is part of a public private partnership so for every 1 dollar of federal money, private companies have promised 7 dollars of investment, bring the total to $150 billion for ongoing financing of climate and clean energy projects for years to come.

The Department of Transportation announced $20.5 billion in investments in public transportation. This represents the largest single investment in public transit by the federal government in history. The money will go to improving and expanding subways, light rail, buses, and ferry systems across America. The DoT hopes to use the funds to in particular expand and improve options for public transport for people with disabilities and seniors.

The Departments of Energy and The Treasury announced $4 billion in tax credits for businesses investing in clean energy, critical materials recycling, and Industrial decarbonization. The credits till go toward 100 projects across 35 states. 67% of the credits ($2.7 billion) will go to clean energy, wind, solar, nuclear, clean hydrogen, as well as updates to grids, better batter storage, and investments in electric vehicles. 20% ($800 million) will go to to recycling things like lithium-ion batteries, and 13% ($500 million) to decarbonization in industries like automotive manufacturing, and iron and steel.

The Department of Agriculture announced $1.5 Billion in investments in climate-smart agriculture. USDA plans to support over 180,000 farms representing 225 million acres in the next 5 years move toward more climate friendly agriculture. 40% of the project is reserved for disadvantaged communities, in line with the Biden Administrations standard for climate investment. $100 million has been reserved for projects in Tribal Communities.

The Department of the Interior approved the New England Wind offshore wind project. To be located off Martha’s Vineyard the New England project represents the 8th such off shore wind project approved by the Biden administration. Taken together these projects will generate 10 gigawatts of totally clean energy that can power 4 million homes. The Administration's climate goals call for 30 gigawatts of off shore wind power by 2030. The New England Wind project itself is expected to generate 2,600 megawatts of electricity, enough to power more than 900,000 homes in the New England area.

The Department of the Interior announced $320 Million for tribal water infrastructure. Interior also announced $244 million to deal with legacy pollution from mining in the State of Pennsylvania, as well as $25 million to protect wetlands in Arizona and $19 million to put solar panels over irrigation canals in California, Oregon and Utah. While the Department of Energy announced $27 million for 40 projects by state, local and tribal governments to combat climate change

#Thanks Biden #Joe Biden #Bernie Sanders #political #american politics #Democrats #health care #climate change #drug prices #clean energy

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louloulemons-posts · 6 months

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Could you do a Eddie fic where reader has low iron and is always cold and he like warms her somehow? I have no clue if that made sense sorry 😬

Cold Pumpkins

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Word Count : 0.9k

Warnings : not proofread, fluff, Eddie is just a doting boyfriend, cutness, petnames.

A/N : thank you so much for the request i decided to make it cute and autumny too. I hope you enjoyed it 🫶🏻

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You had always been someone who loved the colder months, but sadly the cold didn’t love you. Icy hands, and a cold nose, along with burning ears and the cooler months were now in full swing.

You and Eddie wanted to make the most of your first Halloween together, decided to go to a Pumpkin patch with a few of your friends : Robin and Steve.

Steve was one of those people who was always in multiple layers, and complained he was freezing still. A thick scarf around his neck and gloves on his hands, of course no hat, couldn’t mess up his hair.

Robin didn’t feel the cold, which made sense, she never stood still, always bouncing around keeping her body nice and toasty.

Eddie didn’t like the cold, he liked Spring time when it wasn’t too cool or too warm, he didn’t feel the cold though. Unlike you, who even in the height of summer felt the cold.

You loved it though, crunching through thick snow, snowball fights, chilly autumn air. You found it to be beautiful.

Walking through the patch, Robin ran ahead, pulling Steve along. You don’t know how Eddie had the job of pushing the wheelbarrow, but here we are.

“Look at this one, it’s so cute!” you smiled, picking up a small pumpkin. Eddie stopped next to you, “It’s very cute, think it’s a little small to carve though babe.”

You poured at him, making the boy let out a sigh, “Fine, fine, put it in. Just make sure you get some proper ones too, okay?” You nodded, pecking his cheek, carrying on in front to catch up with Robin who was attempting to lift a huge pumpkin.

Eddie was in shock, your nose was freezing, how were you okay? You must be sick or something to not feel that, you weren’t whining like Harrington- who actually wasn’t that cold due to the 97 layers he had on.

“Maybe we should head for some hot chocolate,” Eddie called.

“Munson that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day,” Steve said, walking back towards him.

This left you and Robin laughing as you struggled with the huge pumpkin. “Who’s that one for?” Your boyfriend asked.

“Me and Robs! Joint effort,” you smiled, helping the girl lift the orange squash into the wheelbarrow.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie said, as it wobbled under the weight of the vegetable. “Sorry Munson,” Robin laughed, walking ahead to catch up with Steve - mainly to tease him.

“You need help?” you asked.

“I got it don’t worry,” he smiled, turning the wheelbarrow around so you could head back towards the cafe at the other end of the vegetable farm.

You went to hold the front of it so you could steer Eddie down the field, taking off your glove so you could hold onto the metal properly.

“Hey!” he said.

“Hm?”

“Put that back on, you’ll get frostbite and loose all your little fingers.” You rolled your eyes, but listened to the boy.

The walk back to the cafe wasn’t that far away, as it had to be accessible to the families who brought their young kids.

The cafe wasn’t too busy, but there were not seats inside. “Me and Robs will find us somewhere to sit,” You said to the boys, the pair nodded. “Okay Munson, hand it over,” Robin said trying to take the wheelbarrow from him.

“Robs, you’ll kill someone,” he said, moving her hands away and motioning to you. “You got it?” he asked. Humming, you nodded your head “I’m strong.”

“Don’t I know it. Cream and marshmallows?”

“Please.”

“Same for me,” Robin spoke.

“Okay, be back in a sec,” he smiled, kissing your head.

“You guys are so cute, it makes me sick.”

“As if you and Vickie are any better!” That made Robin chuckle, as you made your way to a table. “She’s sorry she couldn’t make it, college and all that.”

“I get the feeling. I’m surprised the four of us got to do it. Shame Nancy and Jonathan couldn’t make it either.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The boys were back soon enough, Eddie handing you your hot chocolate and slid into the picnic table next to you. Taking a sip you hummed, “Thank you.”

“Course.”

The cold air blew again, making your hair flutter, putting your hot chocolate down you pulled your hat over your ears and snuggled into your scarf trying to hide from the burning sensation.

“I can’t wait for summer,” Steve said, pulling at his own scarf. “It’s October, it’s only just stopped being Summer! You two boys are so whiny,” Robin said.

“Hey I love Halloween and stuff, just Spring time is my favourite,” Eddie held his hands up. “I hope it snows this year,” you said, making Steve groan, “Don’t wish that on us!”

Eddie noticed you rubbing your gloved hands together, trying to get some heat. He placed his own drink down, taking your hands in his, blowing warm air onto them.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Mhm just chilly.” Eddie nodded, shrugging his arms out of one of his jackets, he had a hoodie on underneath, along with a thick t-shirt.

He draped it over your shoulders, pulling you in under his arm so you could nuzzle into his chest. One arm wrapped around his waist while the other, held his jacket close. “Better?” he spoke into your hair.

“Much, thanks baby.”

“Of course,” another peck was placed on your head, warm on your chilly skin.

“Robin?” Steve began.

“Don’t even think about it Dingus.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Thank you so much for reading!

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carionto · 6 months

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Party Moon

Humanity expands to every corner it can inhabit. Oftentimes to ones they can't, but decide they'll deal with the whole "the land is lava, the sea is poison, the air is radiation" once they're there.

One of the earlier attempts at expansion was on one of Saturn's moons - Iapetus.

They shot lasers at it until it got warmer and made an atmosphere.

Once it did (sorta) the first colonists began experimenting with outdoor farming, among other things, to become fully self-sufficient. Due to a mix of low gravity and *something* in the thin atmosphere, many plants failed to grow at all, but a few mutated and started to thrive. None of them, however, were nutritionally capable of ensuring Human survival and well being. Not because they lacked certain core elements, but because they all invariably developed additional... properties.

Not even one month in and the Human government stopped receiving regular reports from Iapetus and nobody seemed to leave the moon either. Worried about some kind of horrible malfunction or outbreak, the investigative team quickly discovered that it was fine. Everything was, like, so fine.

They couldn't even describe how fine. Like sand, but less coarse, not as irritating. In fact, not irritating at all, more like...

waterfalling into a sweet blossoming cherry tree enveloped by your mother's arms held so tightly you never wanna let go of t h e

Oh right - cannabis.

Yeah, most things just kinda evolved to sorta have euphoria inducing properties, but on a bit of a delay. The spores hang around in the air and after a while they begin to interact with the chemicals the heating up process released into the atmosphere. Then the regular pheromones they release change into toxins that have a mild effect on Human brains.

Thing is, we suspect it was deliberate. The ones in charge of the agriculture effort must have realized what was happening, but ignored it. Or worse, expanded it themselves. There were an awful lot of open air farms for the small number of colonists at first. After this "discovery" instead of turning things around into a more safe environment, they made almost the entire moon into a giant farm for this stuff.

They even started packaging the stuff, calling it "Ia-peace-it-up", and now it is one of the most popular recreational drugs among Humans.

The moon itself is now both heavily guarded by volunteer fleets at all times, and has thousands of structures built for the sole purpose of "partying it up".

We requested a radio blocker be placed around it because of all the unsolicited messages the rest of the Galaxy started to receive from it. They begrudgingly agreed to "turn it down a bit".

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humanity fuck yeah #carionto

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rainydayz-nstuff · 7 months

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Scarab, Reader is his co-worker (kinda like Prismo, but maybe in different speciality)

Enemies to lovers, pleaseeeeee

Being honest… I haven’t watched Fiona and Cake yet. Mainly because I’m focused on Moomin Valley and HTTYD.

But I just watched so many clips of him and… ooh-

That man fine~

And enemies to lovers is my favorite!

Hope you like it!!

Your job, like Prismo and Scarab, deals with many universes and dimensions.

This time you were given a task to… follow Scarab.

Like that’s it. Just follow him. But you weren’t told to help him so….. you fuck with him.

And he gets pissed.

Just walking down the path of the Farm World, Scarab could feel eyes on him, and he knew which pair it was.

“Scabby! Hey! Buddy, pal, numbskull, how’s it going?”

He knew that voice from anywhere, and he wished he didn’t. He grumbled under his breath while picking up his pace.

You suddenly appeared next to him, making him swerve out of the way. You floated around him, appearing and disappearing while he tried to get further away.

“Come on, don’t be a stick in the mud.” You teased him.

Once you realized he wasn’t going to stop, you sighed and rolled your eyes. Then you appeared next to him, matching his speed.

“Scabby, baby, sweetie-pie, darling-“

He cut you off by grabbing your shoulders and pinning you down to the ground. You could easily teleport somewhere else, but you wanted to see how this would play out.

“If it weren’t for our boss, I would’ve snapped your neck by now!” He yelled.

You blinked carelessly, not bothered by his outburst. “Scarab, you know you can’t do that. Both in the sense of getting fired and the fact that I’m higher up than you. And by how much? Hmm… oh yeah, by one.”

His grip tightened and you just smirked. You then pulled him close by his collar and he instinctively let you go. He stood tall, brushed himself, then walked away.

You sighed dreamily before giggling, then teleporting away so you could bother him later.

He doesn’t see you again until he tried going spider mode on Farm World Finn.

You just popped out of nowhere and held his two speared hands back.

Everyone was confused, scared, intimidated, and… they thought it was hot.

Like, this guy was easily being pushed down by you, who looked badass and low key attractive.

You swore you heard the cat say you should kiss someone, but you’re still not sure who she was referring to.

Scarab, in an effort to distract you, changed his lower mask like face into a real one.

You raised a brow at the sudden change, then he dove in and kissed you.

You froze at the feeling, but then you calmed down and accepted the kiss.

Your grasp weakened as you tried to wrap your arms around his head.

Then, he pushes you off and leaps towards Fiona, Cake, and Simon.

They all disappeared when Simon used the remote.

Your face, still flushed from the face, brightened more in anger at how he stupidly distracted you.

You stomped a bit before disappearing again into Prismo’s room.

After ranting a bit to your now cubed friend you calmed down and found Scarab in another world.

And he was frozen.

You laughed at his frozen state until the top started to melt.

When his face revealed you yelled at him before teasing him for being frozen.

Before he could free himself, you floated up, grabbed his face, and gave him a Spider-Man kiss. (Something you picked up from a comic in another world)

Then before he could say anything, you disappeared in front of his eyes.

Now he was the embarrassed one with feelings he’s too scared to admit.

Hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you guys think for my first time writing this character.

#cartoon network #adventure time #adventure time x reader #cartoon #imagine #x reader #enemies to lovers #scarab fionna and cake #fiona and cake #scarab x reader #scarab #prismo #prismo adventure time

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intersectionalpraxis · 16 days

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"Experts warn that lax regulations could also see the virus spread to US pig farms, with serious consequences for human health."

"Fears are growing that the H5N1 outbreak among cattle in the United States could have been caused by contaminated animal feed."

"In contrast to Britain and Europe, American farmers are still allowed to feed cattle and other farm animals ground-up waste from other animals including birds."

"Dairy cows across six US states – and at least one farm worker – have become infected with the highly pathogenic virus, which has already killed millions of animals across the globe since 2021."

"Experts are unsure but fear it could be the poultry litter feed used in the US that has passed the virus to cattle."

“In the US, the feeding of poultry litter to beef cows is a known factor in the cause of botulism in cattle, and is a risk in the case of H5N1,” said Dr Steve Van Winden, Associate Professor in Population Medicine at the Royal Veterinary College."

"Dr Tom Peacock, a virologist and fellow at the Pirbright Institute agreed: “This latest case wouldn’t be the first time there have been concerns H5N1 could be moving through different mammals via contaminated feed,” citing the outbreak of avian flu in cats in Poland last year, which experts suspected might have been transmitted through mink byproducts used in raw cat food."

"At present, the WHO has said the risk to humans is considered low, but that surveillance efforts must be kept up."

#current events #current news #global news #cows #bird flu #avian flu #h5n1 #pandemic #virus #healthcare #mask up #wear a mask #virology #united states #bird flu outbreaks #world news

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bethanydelleman · 1 year

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Estimated Sexual Abilities of Austen Men

In no particular order within tier

Edits added in blue based on your reblogs and careful consideration

Top Tier:

Mr. Mainwaring: to have the near undying loyalty of the exceedingly selfish Lady Susan, this man must be a sex god

Henry Crawford: he knows he’s not handsome, he wants women to love him, he'd put in the work. Also one of the only men to be rated by a woman who has had sex before.

Henry Tilney: he cares about things women like, high emotional intelligence, and extremely kind.

Frederick Wentworth: passion and experience (I imagine), also has high emotional intelligence when he’s not being a dufus.

Colonel Brandon: passionate, thinks about other people’s feelings a lot, self-sacrificial

John Knightley: I think there’s a good reason that they keep banging out those kids

Admiral Croft: I cannot believe I left him off, obviously amazing in bed because he respects his wife as his equal and is very fun. You are telling me they spend all their time together and don't have amazing sex? No freaking way!

Good Tier:

William Price: athletic, cares about his sister a lot (good sign), and gives good presents. He’s only nineteen in the story which is why he has room to improve.

Captain Harville: Obviously

Mr. Morland: dude isn’t even on page, but in my head Mrs. Morland enjoyed making all ten of those children.

Colonel Fitzwilliam: I think he’d be good, but not awesome. He'll probably be wasted on a mercenary marriage.

Charles Bingley: I get the feeling he’d be on a race to the end, and maybe not the best communicator at first. Will improve.

Mr. Gardiner: Just because he’s awesome and seems to respect women

Captain Benwick: poetry and passion!

Robert Martin: seems like a pretty romantic guy, also works on a farm so probably athletic.

John Willoughby: Mostly because of experience, but he is also pretty passionate. He’s also super hot, Miss Grey knew what she was getting into. But this guy can only go downhill from here.

Reginald De Courcy: He’s a sweetheart, an occasionally dumb sweetheart

Mr. Bennet: Is he lazy in most domains of life? Yes. But Mrs. Bennet wasn’t just trying for that heir, I’m telling you folks. Maybe he's just trying to make her unable to talk 😉

George Knightley: Promoted to good tier, I do think he's very caring, but he also is always sure HE is right, which may be a problem.

John Yates: Maybe not the most selfless person, but he's got passion and he does love his wife. Probably very into roleplay.

Mediocre but can improve tier:

Fitzwilliam Darcy: he’s a bit stiff... I think it might take some time for him to get good at it (demoted to this tier because he will need time to improve)

Frank Churchill: He’s got passion, but he’s so darn selfish and doesn’t seem to send that much time thinking about Jane’s feelings

Edward Ferrars: I just see him being a nervous wreak the first few times, it’ll get better (Note: I think Lucy is way too smart to have had sex without a wedding date)

James Morland: Dude, I’m just disappointed with you in general. Being led by lust, not protecting your sister. I hope you grow a lot before you try to get engaged again.

Charles Musgrove: could be good, but Mary never seems to appreciate the effort he puts in so he kind of gave up

Tom Bertram: Selfish, never has to try for anything, but he did reform so maybe he can get better here too.

Edmund Bertram: Repressed and selfish. He needs to actually start listening to what women say if he’s going to improve and there is a whole book of him doing exactly the opposite...

Mr. Elton: selfish, full of himself, and low emotional intelligence, however, I think he does love his wife so he is willing to put in some effort for her.

Just bad:

James Rushworth: Maria was not impressed at all, despite how much “taller” he was

Captain Tilney: riding on good looks and money, selfish

John Thorpe: Selfish and he never shuts up. I have trouble imaging him getting a woman to sleep with him without paying her.

George Wickham: selfish and good looking, he’s not doing any work. He thinks you should be honoured to sleep with him.

Robert Ferrars: selfish and not even good looking. There is nothing here. Lucy did not win people.

Mr. Woodhouse: I can’t even imagine, if he didn’t have children I’d say he was a virgin

Mr. Collins: The woman he is trying to please is not his wife.

Mr. Elliot: cruel to his first wife and not even handsome!

Sir Walter Elliot: I don’t think any part of his personality would tend toward being a “giver”, however, if you like mirrors...

John Dashwood: exactly the opposite of a “giver”

Mr. Price: the guy had 11 children in 14 years so I wish I could say he was better in bed. My suspicion is that he started in the good tier and has had a very slow fall into just bad. And all that alcohol, ug...

Dr. Grant: Noted for being a whiney, selfish glutton. Hopefully he just falls asleep before he can attempt anything because I can't imagine him being that good in bed.

General Tilney: If you don't want to even try to imagine their sex life, they go in this tier. And he is so freaking controlling!

No Data: We interviewed Lady Bertram for information on Sir Thomas, but she confessed that with full consent, she has always fallen asleep during sex. Given her personality, we decided that this information has no bearing on Sir Thomas’s abilities. She did say that giving birth was, “Very disagreeable.”

Mr. Hurst: I really can't decide with him because while he does love the finer things in life, we don't know exactly why he and Louisa married. More info required.

Criteria: In the domain of F/M sex, communication is key, so we need a man who is willing to listen to what women say. Also, selfishness is obviously a negative trait when it comes to a happy sexual partner of either gender. Some of this is just vibes, but I think there is a fair amount of canon information about how much men respect women, especially their sisters.

Feel very free to fight me in the reblogs. The only hill I will die on is that Henry Crawford’s rating is correct 😉

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cupids-chamber · 1 year

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CELEBRATING NEW YEARS WITH THEM + NEW YEARS EVE!

Pomefiore + Heartslabyul + Ignihyde

GENDER NEUTRAL READER

A/N: Enjoy my contribution to new years. Also all stories, and most characters part is connected somehow.. read all parts to get a few extra info.. you don't have to though! Very long headcanons..

POMEFIORE + HEARTSLABYL + IGNIHYDE / SCARABIA + OCTAVINELLE + SAVANACLAW / RSA + DIASOMNIA /

Vil was someone who woke up and followed his daily schedule without fail, it was quite alarming if you were honest, how even after the wearing of parties, he was still able to wake up and preform his day to day tasks..

Yet today was different, the two of you slept in each others arms peacefully till evening, you both came home quiet late.. from one of Vil's parties.. filled to the brim with celebrities' and other wealthy and powerful figures. You had felt quiet out of place there, and nearing the end the two of you were worn out, Vil was beyond exhausted, from greeting all his guests and keeping them entertained, and you were tired of all the gazes, looks, and side-eyes you received.. if that wasn't enough, some actually took a shot and started conversing with you.. Which was ok if they had left it at pure conversation.. but you could feel a certain ill intent behind them.

Vil and you had returned to your chambers late, you'd have fallen straight to sleep, but with all the sweat accumulated and the light scent of alcohol lurking on your body, you forced yourself to a bath, and Vil followed soon after.

Rook and you had celebrated the start of the new year together, in a cabin together, the same place where you celebrated Christmas with each other to be honest your original plan was to attend the party Vil was holding, yet you two decided to decline it, this time around.. opting to go the NRC reunion later this week, rather then spend new years in a suffocating party..

The last day of December went by in a blur, as Rook treated you like he would any other day, full of love and passion. The two of you spent the day watching movies, playing in the song, doing whatever activities that kept the two of your entertained and comfortable.. Whispering soft I love you's and other words of undying affection.

The next morning Rook would have woken up first, choosing to cook breakfast for the two of you, the two of you would spend the morning in comfortable silence, while the tv would play some sort of music or show the two of you couldn't finish last night..

Epel and the two of you spent New years together, back at Epel's home.. Underneath the campfire, Epel would tell you all these stories which you assumed were fake.. And every now and then his Grandmother would bring up a story from his childhood, causing the boy to grow flustered beyond belief.. He hoped you had payed no mind to his grandmothers words.. but the way you laughed along to all the fluttering and soft moments were so perfect in his eyes..

Epel carved an wooden apple, with the image of you.. the handwork fine and ever so perfect, each part was done with care and effort.. He'd place the gift on the nightstand beside your side of the shared bed. He'd get up earlier, to help out with the farm and get breakfast ready for you..!

Riddle's ideal new years was a stay at home day with you, but the Clover family had invited the two of you over to their new years party!, and the two of you just couldn't refuse.. After all, work kept all of you fairly busy and so your friendly reunions came once a month.. and sometimes even once every few months!

The party went well.. it was a small gathering of friends.. And the two of you quickly got comfortable in the environment. Sharing snacks, and chatting away till 11. When 11:59pm hit the clock everyone started counting down, while Riddle tried his best to count in a low tone, his voice slurring as he obviously had a tad bit too much to drink..

You had to drive home that night, and when the two of you got home, Riddle was definitely at this peak of his drunken state, as throughout the entire drive and even when the two of you got home, he kept muttering compliments and other words, that you just knew he'd be far to embarrassed to say in broad daylight.

The next morning Riddle woke up with a terrible hangover.. And throughout the day, he'd remember another embarrassing memory from the previous night.. You could've sworn his face was tainted red for the entire day.

"I'm never drinking again.." he murmured underneath his breath, as you giggled from behind him. Wrapping your arms around him a bit more.. "Let's go to bed now honey.."

The two of you decided to celebrate the start of the new year with your friends, inviting the others over for a small intimate gathering.. It was quite fun preparing, and baking for the event. Trey seemed much more excited for the event then you.. Over the past few months all of your friends were quite busy, including the two of you.. on top of your work and Trey running the busy bakery full time, it was quite hard for all of you too meet up as often as the two of you would desire.. It was quite disappointing..

Trey and you greeted your friends warmly, all of you gathered sharing stories about how your year went.. Planning events that you all knew, you'd be far to busy to follow through.. yet the thought was quite comforting.. Cater was stuck on camera man duty, which he was more than happy to do.. As he took silly pictures of everyone. Even the two of you..

"We should hang this one up!" Trey said, as he looked at a selfie of everyone, all of you looked like a hot mess. Riddle leaning onto his partner for support, Cater with a goofy party hat as his partner struggled to finish their plate of food. Deuce and Ace fighting about some silly topic, while their partners, looked very tired of their actions, while Che'nya and his partner made it a point to finish the last of the lemon meringue pie... And the two of you were at the center, you on the verge of sleep and Trey questioned every decision he had made, that had led him to this position..

"We should!" you answered back, giggling in bed, the two of you woke up and finished the leftovers, way to tired to cook anything.. As you looked through the photo's and video's from last night.. truly a night to remember.

Cater and you had just returned quite recently from a trip the two of you took, out of town for Christmas. Your schedule's were pretty free, as you received the last minute invitation from Trey and his spouse, and who were you two to deny! Your schedule's were free, and you two of you had gifts you planned to give your friends anyways.. so it would be the perfect time to do so! Get it off your hands so to speak.. The two of you got there pretty late, but not the latest, Ace and his partner came in the latest, something he was teased about the moment he arrived..

You busied yourself with something.. you can't quite remember what you did. All you know is that you ate.. a lot.. And that you drank just as much... Your partner was stuck with camera duty.. The worst decision one could possibly make.. As he spent the name taking photo's of everyone at the worst possible times.. Sure there were some normal photo's.. but Cater took advantage of his role as Cameraman quite a lot..

When the two of you finally decided to leave.. well mainly Cater, you weren't in your right mind at that moment, barely able to walk or process your surroundings.. Cater had to carry you out. Something he teased you about in the morning quite a lot.. And despite the massive hangover you had, you still made it a deal to tell Cater to stop!! All light hearted of course!

Deuce and you, like the others were invited over to Trey's place for a intimate gathering. Which was great, since if Trey hadn't held it you two would have done it yourselves! The two of you got there the earliest, and made sure not to separate, opting to play games with everyone else there.

Throughout the night, all of you played a number of games to keep yourselves busy, 21 questions, truth or dare, etc! All of you also spent your fair share of time, discussing about how your days went and how the two of you were spending your days.. It was fun and relieving to know everyone was doing well.. The entire night passed peacefully, until of course Ace and Deuce picked a fight with one another.. Essentially Ace brought up one of Deuce's NRC embarrassing memories, which stemmed into a playful fight, at some point you gave up trying to stop them.. and you could've sworn that's when Cater took a picture of the two of you.. way to go Cater!

It's bound to say, the two of you were the most sober out of all your friends that night, Deuce and you had only drank as much alcohol as you could hold, preferring not to suffer from a major hangover the next morning. Either way, the next morning Deuce would make your favorite soup.. and you'd spend the morning laughing about the events that occurred the night before.

The two of you woke up with a serious hangover, recollecting the events from the night before.. Ace and you had a drink off, and almost everyone had encouraged it.. Sure Riddle tried stopping the two of you, but he himself got dragged along and that wasn't the best idea for a man who had such low alcohol tolerance. The two of you opted for takeout, way to tired and exhausted to make food that morning.

The two of you talked about last night, and plans for the new year.. When Cater messaged you.. sending all the new pictures from last night.. Looking at the photo's the two of you laughed, at how stupid both of you looked. Ace's face covered in pie, from a bet he lost last night, how some of your friends looked, struggling to finish the food they had on their plate, remembering how Trey and his spouse ever so cruelly guilt tripped you all to finish your food, even after they forced you to take more than you could handle..

The entire day the two of you spent talking about your plans and resolutions, discussing about your hopes and ambitions.. making suggestions and plans for the year with one another... At the very end of the day, the two of you settled down for some Twistflex....

Originally Idia had planned a gaming marathon between the two of you.. he hoped to catch a break from social events, sure he had grown and gotten used to such an environment.. and even learned to maintain his full composure whilst talking to someone.. but sometimes he just wants to settle down and catch a break. But his hopes were all in vain.. When Vil's invitation came around.. Idia's family is fairly well known, it didn't come as a surprise.. Idia tried his best to make a excuse.. but failed..

And so the two of you went.. to celebrate new years in Vil's place. Vil greeted the two of you, and upon full entry to the main party room.. the two of you separated... promising to meet one another later. Idia walked around the area, trying his best not to get noticed.. but he stuck out like a sore thumb due to his very unique hair, many noticed him and even struck up a conversation with the poor Shroud..

Idia skimmed through the large banquet hall in search of you— 'Oh my god is that Neige Leblanche? I though Vil hated him—' Idia thought, looking at the small men accross the hall.. he seemed to be talking with.. you! There you are!! Idia quickly made his way up to you.. he wanted to go home.. it's already midnight.. and he did not enjoy the crowded place in the slightest.. and luckily you agreed with him.. The two of you, unlike many others that day.. woke up exceptionally sober. Idia called the hotel staff and rang up for a meal for the two of you, as you both were way too worn out to go out and eat.

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