#I NEED SOMEONE TO GO TO BOOKSTORES WITH MEEEE

[ritzcrackee]

i need book friendssss

[lemons4u]

𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐓 ! - 𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒┊i’ve left you guys w nothing for so long 💔 so take this small series (multiple chapters) as a apology, hopefully you guys will forgive meeee— AND i’d like to add the kazuha smut isn’t gonna come out till the end of november or thee begging of december, anddd expect a albedo smau ❤️

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒┊fluff, suggestive (ofc, it’s written by pri, what else do u expect?), fem! reader, modern au, somewhat ooc alhaitham not rly though, AND CUTIE PATOOTIE READER… w a little attitude

“ come on alhaitham! it can’t hurt to try dating someone… ” kaveh tried to reason with him— claiming that he’d been single long enough and needed a relationship. ( also he is very attractive, and has chicks swarming all around him… you’d think he’d make the effort to start something with one of them… but! guess not! )

“ kaveh, i said no. i’m in no need of a reltionship— plus all these.. girls. ” he hesitated— thinking of a proper way to describe them.

“ their annoying, and clearly don’t care much for their studies.. i need a partner who actually has a brain. ” alhaitham said sourly.

“ ugh… ” kaveh pouted, “ brains aren’t everything, you know? if i were you i would’ve got a girlfriend already!! ”

“ i hope one day these girls realize you’ve got no personality and are rude and— and well, you know!”

“then they’ll realize what a true man is… ” he grinned. “ aka, me. ”

“ brains aren’t everything? i disagree… a persons brain is—”

“ shush! i don’t need one of your lectures about how blah blah means blah blah. ” kaveh scoffed, frowning once more.

“ one day you’re going to end up dating a no brainer, just because their pretty. ” alhaitham murmured, closing his book and leaning his head back on his seat.

“ and you’re gonna end up dating no one. ” kaveh snapped back.

“ fine by me. ” alhaitham said stoically, but to be honest… he did want to love someone eventually, but he wouldn’t admit that to kaveh.

“ you know what? if you can’t find anyone you like here at our uni… why not get a dating app! there’s plenty of smart people on those! ” kaveh exclaimed excitedly, desperate to get his “lonely” roommate a partner.

“ and get catfished? no thank you. ” alhaitham declined quickly… but seriously, a dating app might be a good idea— maybe he could meet someone at his intellectual level.. not some dumbass like all the girls here.

“ not everyone on dating apps are catfishers, come on! please try one! and i’ll pay you a visit to the library…!! ” kaveh pleaded. “ you don’t even have to date… you can just make a friend! ”

friend….? well he certainly needed more of those— as well as new books.

“ a visit to the bookstore, not library, and you have a deal. ” alhaitham tilted his head up at kaveh.

“ ugh… fine. just don’t buy too many books! or else i’ll never be able to afford supplies for my project. ”

alhaitham hummed. “ alright, i’ll limit myself to… eh, three books. ”

from the most expensive section too…

“ three?! come on make it at least two… ” kaveh pouted. “ you always get the most expensive books, so two! ”

alhaitham sighed, “ fine, two books, and i’ll try that stupid dating app. ”

“ bet! ” kaveh gleamed, picking up alhaitham’s phone which made alhaitham jolt up a bit.

“ hey what are you— ” kaveh shushed him.

“ getting you the app, obviously!! ” kaveh chuckled, flashing the phone over to alhaitham’s face for face-id.

poor alhaitham couldn’t even snatch it back.

kaveh was typing away on alhaithams phone ( without alhaitham’s consent too! how rude! )

“ here! now you can set up your profile. ” kaveh handed alhaitham back the phone.

“ okay, okay. ” alhaitham muttered, sounding unhappy… but in reality he was a little bit excited.

“ kaveh. why do you even want me to date someone….? ”

“ because haitham, your 23 and haven’t even gotten a peck on the lips— and your like, i dunno, attractive? i have no idea i just wanna help you live a little… ”

alhaitham blinked at his friend a couple of times… live a little? he was already living his life the best he could.

well actually, that was debatable.

“ yeah, okay. ” alhaitham clicked on the profile… he needed a profile picture and bio..

“ use the photo from the festival! you know, the one with the glasses and you actually smiling! ” kaveh suggested.

“ that one…? okay. ” alhaitham scrolled through his gallery, which was mostly just photos of kaveh making faces, books, and some things he found appealing (aesthetic sunsets, and photos of trees and plants).

“ what about for my bio? ” alhaitham asked kaveh, who seemed to already be conducting something “good”.

“ say your name, age, mbti, zodiac, and major! and whatever else you think is important for your soulmate to know. ” kaveh nodded proudly.

“ soulmate? you make me laugh. there’s no such things as soulmates. ” alhaitham scoffed. “ people fall in love and that’s it, there’s no mystical soulmate thing behind it— think realistically kaveh. ”

“ i am thinking realistically! ” kaveh snapped back, brows furrowing. “ your so ungrateful. ”

“ and my zodiac? the fuck does that have to do with anything? ” alhaitham raised a eyebrow, but typed it down anyways.

“ i thought you believed in astrology! ”

kaveh sighed, trying to calm himself down— screaming wasn’t going to help him. he couldn’t get a another sore throat from alhaitham.

“ whatever, just put anything down at this point…”

“ i should write down ‘ lover has to be smart ’… ” alhaitham said with the faintest smile.

kaveh gave him a look.

“ it’s a joke dumb ass. ” or was it?

( 2 days later ) it was about 1:24 a.m— and for some reason alhaitham was awake watching tiktok.

i mean he couldn’t sleep because of kaveh’s loud snoring.. and he has finished his books— and didn’t exactly want to binge on his new ones all in one night.

and that’s when he got it— a silly little notification.

‘ you matched with… [ name ], [ last name ] ! congratulations!! ’

“ the fuck… ” alhaitham squinted, clicking on the notification to be brought to your profile.

he examined it for a moment, you took the same major as him and were fairly… pretty.

he stared at it for a moment longer before receiving another notification.

‘ [ name ], [ last name ] would like to chat with you! ’

of course, he quickly clicked the approve button.

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[wonnoy]

roolllinggguu!

nishinoya is a big geek in my eyes - he collects pokemon cards (me too) full time and is obsessed with LOTR and the hobbit. you should see this dude.

no one can change my mind, because i love it.

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geeks unite

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You laid down next to Noya on the couch with half a mind listening to LOTR theories on the television. He, however, was not distracted at all. His body was even leaning forward and you don't even remember the last time that he blinked.

You turned back to the TV, trying to remember how you first met him.

~~

It was a bright Sunday morning, and unlike any other day, today was the only day of the week you could visit the bookstore down the street. It was rarely busy on Sunday's and it was the only day where you didn't have work.

So, clad in your gray sweatpants and university hoodie, you were searching through the shelves of the tiny fantasy land at the edge of your campus. Every once in a while, a straggler would enter the store, pick what they needed and soon leave with a hushed goodbye to the cashier. You didn't pay them much mind, most people nowadays didn't understand the magic of coming to a bookstore like you did.

All type of dream worlds could happen here, in a space that seemed to be protected by time itself. Forever again yet forever young in the eyes of the holder - you held the most powerful weapon whenever coming in here. A fresh mind.

"Aw yea, they got new posters!" a voice sounded from the other side of the bookshelf. You lifted your nose from the book in your hands and rose off of the bean-bag chair. That didn't sound like anyone you knew who frequented this place, and let's be honest. You were just a little curious to see who it was that silently yelled in a bookstore.

You set the book down and then started to look through the shelves of books that separated the aisles. There was no sign of any life before you saw something shuffle to your right and so you turned. Bent over and inside of a tub of posters was a man whose belongings were all over the ground.

"I wonder if they have-"

"Excuse me?" there was a loud thud from inside of the tub and hissed ow as the man retrieved his head from the tub. He wasn't much taller than you, far from it by the looks of it. When he turned around, you had to cover your mouth in surprise. It was an obviously photoshopped picture of him in Lord of The Rings facing against Sauron (one of the evil characters) on his mask.

"Ah, sorry did I yell something?" he rubbed his head a little, his hair bouncing back up straight from being pushed back by his hand. There was a thunder bolt of yellow in his hair amongst the other brown locks on his head.

You shook your head explaining to him that he sounded new here. He only chuckled at you.

"Not really, they have the best merchandise," he pulled down his mask now revealing his smile. And by the gods was his smile one of the most beautiful things that you've seen. It made butterflies zoom throughout your body at the sight.

"The name is Nishinoya, kind of a mouthful so people normally call my Noya," and he extended his hand out to you. It took you no hesitation to give him a handshake as well. Who would've thought that you made a new best friend that day.

~~

"Oy!" a loud shout brought you back to the present and Noya's hand was shaking in front of your face. You had to bring your neck back as he was so close to accidentally smacking you in the face.

When he saw you react he leaned back to where he was sitting, "I'd been calling your name for a bit a time but you never answered," he sighed. You looked over at the TV, the show was paused and he was right - ten minutes passed while you were zoned out.

"Yea, sorry I was thinking about the bookstore and stuff," you crossed your arms underneath your chest. You thought it would be easier the longer you knew him, that eventually the feeling of being high would leave you alone. But alas, it never did.

You were hopelessly in love with the blind fool.

"Really, what about the bookstore," Noya got up off the couch and made his way to the kitchen attached to his small apartment. It's only been three years, but it can't help but feel like forever that you've known him.

"Just some stuff," you trailed off watching him. He was in a white tank top with low hanging gray sweatpants - AKA irresistible. It was too bad that he was leaving you soon, he wanted to travel the world and you never had the courage to ask him if he wanted to travel with you. He didn't know that you would leave things behind to be with him, to be with him just a little bit longer. You don't know how you'd feel if he saw some Italian babe and forgot about you.

Noya chuckled from the kitchen, "what type of 'stuff' is that then," he then slinked from the kitchen to where you were sitting, "c'monnn y/n I really wanna know!"

There's the childish side of him. He's 22 and yet still acts like his childish self that you've only seen in videos from his old volleyball days. You leaned your head back to meet him upside-down and smiling at you. His hands shot out towards your cheeks and then he proceeded to mush them together.

"Thash not going to-"

"Tell meeee y/n, please," he mushed your cheeks even more now and you tried to stick your tongue out at him as best as you could. But to no avail, he had you.

You went to grab his forearms and pull them off of your face, "I was thinking about when you were leaving," you put your head back up and could feel the navel of his body touch the back of your head as he came up closer behind you. This feels like an intimate position, but Noya was just a touchy guy you guessed. You heard about his endeavors with Kiyoko.

He sighed behind you and took one of his arms from your hands, you guessed it. He probably doesn't want to be depressed by your depressing thoughts right now-

You nearly sneezed.

Something underneath your nose was tickling underneath your nose and hastily pushed it away trying to see what it was. You sputtered the moment you saw them.

Two tickets to Italy, two seats right next to each other, two tickets with yours and his name on them.

"I was saving them till the day I asked you out, but I guess right now will have to do,"

You never tackled someone so quickly before that day.

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haha cute

i had to write this quickly because my laptop almost die

[knybits]

A Murder of One

Chapter: 

13

Summary: 

They cute oa whateva 

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Tanjirou and Akiko take their time learning about each other all over again. 

He’s coming back from a solo mission with a handful of fish he just caught and he’s excited to cook it for Akiko. Upon seeing her patiently wait for him at the front gate, he smiles and rushes up to her. 

“Look! I brought us some fish! I can cook for you tonight,” he smiles innocently, but Akiko looks distraught. 

She actually shrinks from the fish, which is odd considering the fact that she used to love fish. 

“Ah, sorry… I don’t eat any meat anymore, Tanjirou.” 

“E- Eh? Really?” 

Akiko nods her head, “I haven’t been able to eat meat since I came to the Butterfly Estate. I actually, uh… I physically want to throw up when I put meat in my mouth…” Tanjirou can tell that it probably has to do with the fact that she shifts through organs daily, so he doesn’t comment. 

He smiles anyway, hiding the fish behind his back, “That’s okay! I’ll cook some for Inosuke then! I know he likes fish.” 

Akiko’s lonely for half a day when Tanjirou comes back from another solo mission. 

She doesn’t have any more patients, and Aoi says that she’ll willing to stay in charge of the estate if Akiko decides to leave with Tanjirou and explore the town nearby. 

When he comes home, she rushes out to greet him, a smile on her face before jumping into his arms after seeing that he has no injuries. He squeezes her close, stealing a quick whiff of antibiotic before setting her down to her feet. 

“I- I have time off today! Do you want to go into town with me?” 

But when he looks troubled, she glances down to her hands. 

“Sorry Akiko, but it might be best that we stay at the estate. What if someone is rushed in and they need you?” 

Makes sense, but Akiko wants to be selfish. 

She nods nonetheless, and they spend their time entrapped in the estate together. 

But it’s days where Tanjirou comes home with an orange that he picked off a tree, laughing as he says that they look like her eyes only for Akiko to laugh too because, “They look nothing like my eyes- pfft, stop it- haha!” that Tanjirou feels happiest. 

Or days where Tanjirou gets to rest his head on Akiko’s stomach as they both nap under the sunlight in the garden, Tanjirou reaching up to wrap his hand around Akiko’s. 

Tanjirou’s abs get in the way of being a nice headrest, and Akiko complained once that it felt like sleeping on the wooden floor. He took it as a compliment, despite Akiko blushing and telling him that he wasn’t supposed to. 

They come up with new routines, a new rhythm. One much more complex than the one they were used to when they were kids. 

Because now their worlds are so much bigger, and for the best too. 

They’re busy and their work is important, but they still value the time that they share. 

Tanjirou waits for her to finish her shower after she’s done with long operations, and they share the same futon when they sleep. 

Akiko waits patiently by the entrance gate, a first aid kit, snacks and tea ready for the two of them inside for when Tanjirou returns home. 

And while they spend their time together, either Miyuki or Zenitsu spends time with Nezuko. Either that, or they both do. 

Akiko is wearing his haori and eating some dorayaki Tanjirou brought home, the two lazily cloud watching in silence. 

She’s talking about the mist pillar now, and how he would cloud watch for hours in the middle of a mission. 

“I don’t even think I was there to make sure he didn’t die by the hands of an Upper Moon… I was probably just there to make sure he didn’t trip over roots and skewer himself with his katana,” Akiko sighs, and Tanjirou bursts out into laughter. 

She wraps herself up within the sight of his smile, the smell of his haori and the sound of his laugh. 

Sometimes, Akiko doesn’t talk to Tanjirou for days. She doesn’t receive any letters, but it doesn’t bother her too much anymore. 

And even when he is at the Butterfly Estate, Akiko might be shut in the OR for half a day saving someone’s life. 

So she’ll find random things in her room at times. Tanjirou’s gifted her some flowers he found on his way back, and he’s gifted her an omamori from one of the local temples despite the fact that she isn’t one to believe in gods and spirits. 

She probably should, though, considering the fact that demons run amok.

One day, Tanjirou returns with a book in hand. 

He was walking through town when a small bookstore caught his eye, and he remembered the promise he made Hanako the day she was killed. So he bought a book, intending to read it to Akiko in Hanako’s stead. 

“Akiko! Are you free later tonight?” Tanjirou smiles at her, and Akiko sees the book in his hand. She’s quick to understand his intentions, and she flushes at the idea before shooting him down. 

“I- uhm, I have to monitor a patient tonight, actually… They might run into some complications tonight, so I have to make sure they’re not dead by tomorrow morning…” 

Tanjirou slumps at the idea, but he understands that her work is important and he leaves it be. Perhaps he can read to Nezuko instead. Zenitsu might volunteer to read to his sister though. 

Akiko is drinking tea by the patient late at night when Aoi walks in, surprised to see Akiko by the patient’s bedside. 

“Isn’t Tanjirou back? Why aren’t you with him?” She wonders aloud, setting down some medicine for another patient. Akiko remains calm as always, her back straight as she observes the breathing pattern and heart rate of the patient. 

 Aoi quickly takes notice of what Akiko is doing and she rolls her eyes, standing next to Akiko’s seated form. 

“I’ll take over for tonight, so just go to him!” 

With widened eyes, Akiko starts to sputter protests, but Aoi is quick to retort, “If you’re worried about the patient I’ll ask Kanao to help too! Her eyes are better than mine anyhow…” 

“Oh? So now you just want to spend time with Kanao, huh?” 

Now it’s Aoi turn to sputter her protests, and Akiko chuckles warmly before giving her seat up for Aoi. She goes to call for Kanao, who nods with a smile before leaving her room to spend some time with Aoi. 

Akiko prepares herself for bed, changing into a thin kimono for her sleepwear and washing her face. Akiko sees Kanon seated by her brother’s bedside as she walks down the hallway, and her heart twinges with pain. 

They should be getting a new thing that monitors brain waves soon, since scientists in Europe continue to make new inventions. Akiko is excited to officially start running some tests on Haruki. 

She hopes that Kanon can hold on for just a bit longer. 

Akiko quietly raps the shoji of Tanjirou’s room, and when she hears a quiet “come in,” she does as she’s told. Tanjirou brightens at the sight of her, and she takes notice that Nezuko isn’t in the same room. 

“Ah, sorry… Is now a bad time? You can sleep if you want,” Akiko mumbles, and she’s surprised that Tanjirou can even hear her. 

He takes her hands into his and Akiko looks up at him in surprise, only to see that he’s smiling brilliantly despite the dimly lit room. 

“It’s never a bad time! You can come in whenever you’d like,” he says, and Akiko nods her head. She’s screaming inside, of course, but she won’t let him see that. He can probably smell it off of her though. 

“Well, uhm, Aoi and Kanao took my shift for tonight, so if you want I can… I can stay with you tonight…” 

Akiko has to shield her eyes when he smiles even brighter, and he leads her into his room. He dives into the futon first, opening the covers to let her in too, then grabs a nearby book. 

He doesn’t even have to ask if he can read for her, and she gets comfortable by nestling her head into the crook of his neck, half her body draped over his as her eyelashes tickle his cheek. Tanjirou doesn’t mind having to read the book above his head, and he’s glad he has the arm strength for it. 

So he reads to her for the night, eyes straining to read certain words due to the awful lighting. He can tell that she struggles to stay awake, but he only finishes a chapter and a half before she’s out like a light. 

Akiko snores lightly and Tanjirou stops, looking down at her body before creasing the corner of the page and setting the book by his side. He’ll have to continue it next time, but for now he wraps his arms around Akiko’s waist and shuts his eyes with a smile on his face. 

Zenitsu wakes the two up the next morning with his ungodly screaming. 

“KIDDING ME!! YOU GUYS ARE KIDDING ME!!! I’M GONNA HURL YOU TWO ARE TOO SWEET WITH EACH OTHER!!!” 

Akiko yeets a pillow at his face hard enough to knock the poor boy over before she turns over to go back to sleep in Tanjirou’s arms. Tanjirou laughs at his friend before holding a finger to his lips. 

“Akiko works hard, Zenitsu. So be quiet please?” 

“Eh?” Zenitsu starts to complain, “But I’m injured! See? I have a bruise from my last mission! And they’re telling me to go out again! I need Akiko to help me and another couple strands of Nezuko’s hair-” 

The room suddenly gets colder and Zenitsu freezes when he sees the slightly annoyed look on Miyuki’s face. She stands right behind the boy and sets a chilly hand on his shoulder. 

“Let’s let the lovebirds rest for today, hm? I’ll help you in Akiko’s stead, Zenitsu. But you aren’t getting any of Nezuko’s hair.” 

Zenitsu allows himself to be pulled away from the resting couple, happy that another pretty lady will be the one to help him. Tanjirou sighs in relief before looking down at Akiko, who continues to snore away. 

A couple days later, when all three boys are back at the estate, Aoi has them doing pushups in the backyard. Akiko waves Shinobu off on her mission before walking on back, startled to see Kiyo, Sumi and Naho sitting on each of the boys. 

Akiko looks at Aoi warily, “Is this really okay for them to do?” 

Aoi scoffs, “This is nothing, trust me.” 

When Kiyo looks up from counting, she smiles, “Akiko-san!” Kiyo waves, and Akiko startles when three heads snap up to look at her. 

“AKIKO SAVE MEEEE!!!!! I’M DYING!!!!” Zenitsu cries and Akiko almost enjoys looking down at his agonizing face. Inosuke continues to scream and yell his own praises, while Tanjirou counts how many push ups they have left. 

Tanjirou smiles when he sees his fiance, and she’s about to turn around to go back to the medical ward when Kiyo calls out, “Akiko-san! Would you like to take my place?” 

Akiko nearly chokes on her own spit at the thought and Zenitsu starts to cry blood at the thought. 

“I- uh… I have to go check on some patients!” Akiko flushes, pointing behind her while chewing at her lip in embarrassment. She’s about to turn around and run off when Aoi garbs the back collar of her blouse, and Akiko struggles for air. 

“Good idea Kiyo. Tanjirou looks like he can use some extra weight on him.” 

Akiko glares down at Aoi, who casually looks the other direction. But for some reason, Inosuke throws a fit and demands that Akiko sit on him instead. 

So now both Kiyo and Naho sit on Inosuke, Akiko sitting seiza style on Tanjirou’s back with her face in her hands as Tanjirou does his pushups. 

“Are you comfortable?” Tanjirou asks, counting from 43. 

Akiko keeps her eyes shut, and in a high pitched voice that Tanjirou has never heard from her, she mumbles, “Just keep doing your pushups…” 

And he laughs at her, and Zenitsu continues to cry and Inosuke’s energy skyrockets and Aoi watches everyone fondly. 

Akiko is happy. 

fUCKEN TUMBLR deadass deleted all my work for this ch so im,,,, anyway, i forgot what i wrote for the author’s note :/// 

basically yall deserve some fluff bc i dragged their meet up for a LONG time (ngl it could rly be fleshed out a bit more but i feel like people would lose interest :/) 

also yeah akiko is vegetarian yall can throw hands w me on this. imo it makes sense and that just seems like her type of character!! but in kimetsu academy, full send shes a vegan bc supplements exist

hope you guys liked this one! 

[duskrunsdry]

Can’t Hide - Chapter One

“You come here often?” he asks, leaning forward to rest his arm against where one would normally write their checks. His breath sweeps onto her face, and she shudders, barely holds back the comment on the tip of her tongue. 

Did you forget toothpaste, sir? Cheery customer service grin included, of course. Ignores him, and grabs the next pack of tv dinners without looking at them, or anything else. This day would be over soon, and she had a nice night ahead of her. 

Undaunted, the man leans forward farther, and the stand creaks, not made for anyone’s weight. 

“You come here often?”  the next whiff of his breath hits her, and she shakes her head slowly. Right. Of course, it was going to be one of those things. 

She grins, and stops scanning his groceries to look up at him. “No, not really. I just walk in here to randomly scan people’s groceries,” She looks around conspiratorially, and leans in, as if telling him a secret. “They haven’t actually noticed that I work here yet... Do you think they will?” She tips her head to the side, and gives him her craziest eyes. Doesn’t blink. 

The man looks stunned for a second, then frowns at her, not sure if she’s serious or not. He mutters something under his breath, and shakes his head. He backs, up, intimidated just a little. She leans forward a little more, and grins brighter at him, although her eyes were getting a little parched.  She finishes up scanning his groceries, the typical bachelor like stuff, beer, TV Dinners, and cigarettes. When she scanned the last item, she announced the total in an amazingly chipper voice, and he shoved his cash in her awaiting hand. 

“Thank you, sir! You have a nice night, now!” She waved, and when he was finally out of her sight, she shook her head. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she reaffirmed that she had only thirty more minutes of her shift, and she started to smile from the thought of finally being able to go home. It was a Friday night, and she had huge plans to sit in her bed and catch up on the book she had been thinking about all day. To sit in her warm, big bed... When she caught sight of the new customer coming to her counter she reigned in her thoughts. If she kept them on her work, then maybe time would go much quicker. 

After completing scanning the long line that had accumulated after the short break she had, she glanced at the clock again. Yes! A little after ten, but still she was off. Besides, she’d rather stay a little later than be the type of cash register that chases away the customers that come up to her just because she wanted to leave so badly. Also, she was sure that her manager would not appreciate her doing that although she had seen a number of coworkers do it before; it always was her luck to be caught at stuff like that. Turning off her light, she headed to the back room to grab her coat and her keys. Bringing a wallet late at night was just inviting anxious thoughts to vibrate in a head that had no more room for such things. 

If she needed money then she would stash a ten in her back pocket just in case something came up. She glanced at her schedule one more time to be prepared that she actually knew when she was working that week, as it was pretty rare for her to have the weekend off. Glancing around to be sure she didn’t forget anything, she headed off through the back door to start off on her walk back to her apartment. 

Readjusting her keys through her fingers to make it seem like she was Wolverine from the X-Men, a comic her dad used to read, and had always longed to be like.  She reassured herself it was just like any other night and no one would be out to get her, her apartment wasn’t that far away from the grocery store anyway, it was always better safe than sorry. 

When she saw the worn, grey door, she almost screamed in delight. It seemed as if she made it one more day alive. She pushed the door open and made the assent up to her apartment on the floor that was just below the top. Pushing the door open she had just unlocked, she was greeted by the familiar scent of home. Why did the smell of her home always make her feel so relaxed? 

She walked around her room changed into her pajamas, and got into her bed to read. As soon as she got comfortable, she heard the ringing of her telephone.  Furrowing her eyebrows, she headed into the kitchen to answer the phone. 

“Hello?” She uttered, her eyebrows still furrowed. 

“Hey, hey, hey, Maggie? Maggie, right? That’s your name?” An unfamiliar voice came through her receiver, and if it was possible, her eyebrows furrowed even more. 

“Yes, that’s my name. Who is this?” 

“It’s Britney! I work with you! You might not remember me, because you stick by yourself so often, but um, can you come in for me tonight? My grandma has gotten sick and she has no one else that can-” the voice cut off in a high snort, and she could hear a distinctly male voice in the background talk lowly to ‘Britney’. 

“Hey babe, come off the phone.. you know you want some of this..” the man spoke lowly. The girl giggled, and Maggie could hear more hushed voices.

“I’m coming baby, I’m coming... Just gotta get this over with. I need this job.” the voice became louder, and Maggie was graced with the noise of Britney’s beautiful voice again. 

“Yeah, um, Maggie, Can you come in for me? I really need to look after my Grandma,” 

Maggie pushed her hair back from her face, and ruffled it. Did she really feel like going back in after she worked all day? She glanced at her bedroom, and saw the blankets all rolled up, and sighed. 

“Britney, right?” when the girl grunted, Maggie continued, “What time were you scheduled to get off?”

“Yeah, um,” Britney thought for a moment, “ I would get off at 5.” 

Maggie made some sort of noise, and she was sure it was a cross between a snort and a scoff, then shook her head. Hell no. 

“Hey, well, I have already worked all day, and I’m already pretty tired... I’m sorry that I can’t pick up your shift, and I’d be happy to any other time, but..”

“Yeah, okay, whatever, see you some other time.” 

Before Maggie could say anything else, she was greeted by the dial tone of her phone. Feeling just a little bit used, she clicked the phone back into it’s cradle. She scoffed, and shook her head. Maggie walked back to her bed, and crawled into the still warm spot and turned the book to right where she left off. Soon, the real world faded to black, book still opened in her lap. 

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When she awoke next morning, she was greeted by the loud thump of her book hitting the floor. She startled awake before she realized what had happened, and realized that today was the beginning of her weekend off. Feeling renewed, she threw her legs over the side of her bed, and walked towards her dresser to change out of her pajamas. Before she reached the dresser, of course, she tripped over the large tome on the floor and jabbed her arm into the corner of said dresser. She muttered an expletive, and nursed her arm close to her body. Why did she always have to do these types of things? That would be a pretty bruise tomorrow. 

Getting changed, she headed towards the kitchen and was on her way to make coffee when she heard her answering machine beep. She paused, and leaned against the counter in thought. Who would have called late at night; and had she really slept so deep that she hadn’t heard it?

She hesitantly walked towards the phone and pressed the play button. 

“Magggggsssssssssssssss,” the voice dragged out. “Why don’t you come out with us anymoreeeeeeeee? Don’t you love meeee? We’re at that bar you used to love!” 

Maggie covered her mouth to save herself from the giggle that was about to escape. Why didn’t she think of Claire? Claire was usually up all night. She must of called her while drunk. Claire was someone that she had met as soon as she moved to Seattle. Claire had clocked her, and automatically had befriended her with her quick wit. Claire was one of those people that you just couldn’t not like. 

“You are coming with us the next time we go out you bore,” Claire continued, and Maggie shuddered. It’s not like she hated to go out, she just wasn’t fond of getting crushed in the crowds of the shows they go to. It’s like no one could see her, and they always knocked and pushed on her. Clicking the save button, she figured she would show sober Claire, drunk Claire the next time she came over. 

Message saved.

She sat her hot coffee on her kitchen table, and trekked back into her bedroom to grab the book that she was reading the night before. She cursed when she realized that she hadn’t bookmarked the book before she fell asleep, and flipped through the page numbers.

She sat there for over an hour, just reading. Maggie glanced at the clock on the wall, and decided that she should probably get a move on if she was supposed to accomplish anything. She had to go grocery shopping, but had not decided whether to go to the bookstore or the record store, or even both.

She looked down at her attire, a gray flannel and a pair of jeans with just a few rips on them. She decided that it wasn’t that bad to go outside in, and to be honest she kind of didn’t care. 

She grabbed her purse, and her keys to her apartment, and sat on the arm of her sofa to put her boots on. She swept the apartment with a spare glance, looking around in case she forgot anything. She pulled the door behind her, and holding it shut, she locked it. It was one of those doors that you had to hold to lock, or it wouldn’t. She turned the handle to be extra sure it had locked, and began to walk down the stairs to the door to the outside. 

As she walked, she started to think where she should go first. Maybe to the book store first? She could store whatever books she bought in her purse, a large leather messenger bag. It was the perfect size for two books, depending on the thickness of both. While pondering the thought of where she should go, she did not pay attention to where she was walking, too concerned about where she should spend her time on that day, she ran into a large, hard chest. The person did not budge, but she repelled and landed right on her rear. 

Looking up, her eyes met large blue ones, and as she was taking the person’s face in, they were doing the same. He had a large mop of curly brown hair, and thick brown eyelashes to match.  Wow, her brain helpfully supplied.

“Ah! I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” She met his eyes again when he didn’t say anything, and he just shook his head in response.

“No, it’s fine. I know how that is,” he ducked his head as a goodbye, and turned to walk around her. 

Still stunned by what just happened, she turned back around, and headed to the bookstore, the man’s face burned into her mind. Man, was he something. 

She pushed the doors open to the bookstore, and stopped short when she realized they would not budge. Well. She backed up, and looked at the door. There it was, in bold letters, closed. She shook her head, dejected. She was almost finished with the book she had left at home, and she did not know what else she was supposed to do tonight. She had already read most of her collection a couple times over, and she just didn’t think she could do it again. Dejected, she decided she would make her way towards the record store. This time, she made sure to keep her mind clear enough that she wouldn’t run into anyone. 

She pushed the door to the record store open, and luckily this time, the door actually opened. Smelling the smell of old record sleeves, her face erupted into a small grin. 

“Hey! Maggie, you haven’t come in here for a long time!” Mitch spoke, his voice as smooth and crackly as the records he sold. The grin on her face grew a few more inches into a full-fledged smile, and she almost skipped the whole way to him. 

“Mitch! Mitch, man I missed you! Where have you been?” her voice was full of happiness and Mitch picked her up in a hug.  

“Oh, here and there,” he winked, still holding her in the air. She wiggled, and when he let her down, she stepped away. 

“I told you to stop picking me up, Mitch! You know it strains your muscles, and who knows what else, maybe you could even-” he cut her off by poking her in the nose.  

“As much as I have been here these past few weeks, I haven’t seen your face at all. They aren’t working you too hard over there, right? You know you are always welcomed here.” He changed the subject. 

“I told you, I’m fine!” Maggie grinned, distracted. “I’m actually pretty close to my goal, you know.” She nudged him, the good news making her face glow bright. 

“I told you I don’t want your money,” he said serious, eyebrows furrowed in a  familiar look that made Maggie look down. 

“Mags... ” He murmured, but she shook her head. 

“It’s fine, Uncle Mitch.” she changes the subject this time, looking around at the shelves around her. “Anything new happened since I’ve been gone?” 

He shakes his head, and points to himself. 

“Don’t you know I’m a boring old man?” he giggles, “Tell me, what’s new in your life. Get up to anything new with Claire? Anything,” he pauses, leans forward,  “Interesting?”

She deadpans, and begins to speak in the same tone. “ Oh yeah, we had a great time the other day with that guy she wouldn’t quit talking about? ” Maggie replies without a hitch, closes her eyes and speaks in an exaggerated breathless voice, and waves her hands stupidly. “He was so great,” she waxes, but pauses, forgetting his name, “Jeff?” she intones, pulling a name out of her ass, but keeps going.  

“His fingers!” she declares, fanning herself, “He really rocked hard that night, harder than she said she would f-.” She stops when Mitch touches her shoulder, face staring decidedly past her, at someone behind her. Of course.

She stood completely still, and was seriously thinking of running away when Mitch just shook his head, and gestured to the person behind her. 

“Mags, this is Jeff Ament. He plays bass in Mother Love Bone,” he pauses, “And also is one of my regulars.”  

“Um,” he paused, still looking between Mitch and Maggie. 

“Nice to meet you, Mags,” he mumbles while stepping around her, and continues right up to the cash register without another look. 

Mitch recovers quicker than her, and casually finishes the guy up and gives him his change. Jeff doesn’t look back, and almost books it out the door, the door giving a scary rattle on the hinge. Geez. 

Only then did Mitch start to laugh, hands bracing himself on the counter in front of him. 

“Look at you, scaring my customers!” he got out between the giggles. 

Maggie narrows her eyes not fond of the teasing, still sore from embarrassing herself earlier, and changes the subject quickly. 

“What records do you have for me today?” She gestured behind him, at the pile behind him, in the spot they always were. 

He turned around, scooped the records into his arms, and plopped them right on the counter in front of her. Seeing the sheer amount of them, she began to thrum with excitement. 

“Mitch.. you have so many!” She started to flip through the titles, and seeing each one, she just grew more eager as each artist passed by. 

“Well, since you haven’t been able to see me, the amount has grown,” He gave her a long, pointed look, “I saved as many as I could, but you know I can’t keep ‘em hidden for long.” 

She nodded slowly, and opened her purse to grab her wallet.  She opened the flap on the front, and flipped through the credit card slots to find her secret stash. The money she was saving just for these situations. She flipped through the bills, counting them slowly to make sure the amount was right. 

“ I’ve got sixty, the rest I need for groceries. How many should that get me?” she positively thrummed with the thought of being able to listen to them tonight, and finish her book, and the thoughts running through her brain must of translated through her face.

Mitch chuckled, and looked through the records in front of him. He pulled out seven, and looked back up at her. 

“I’ll give you seven for fifty-six,” He tapped his pointer finger on the pile, and looked at her for confirmation. 

She looked at him, and then at the records in front of her. 

“How about this, I take five and you keep the rest of the money as tip? I insist.” She slid the money towards him before he could refuse. He smiled softly at her. 

“I don’t need that, Mags....” 

“I know you don’t need it, Mitch. I just want to thank you for always looking out for me. Even when you don’t need to, you think of me. It’s only fair! And really, you basically reserved these for me. I should give you more!”

Mitch shook his head quickly, and held his hands up in refusal. “No, No, no... I just keep them ‘cause I know you’ll like ‘em. Either way, I appreciate it, girl.” Mitch grinned big.

She grinned right back at him, and Mitch began bagging up her records in the standard paper bag. When he handed her the bag, he grinned his typical grin. 

“I’ll see you next week sometime? And you’ll tell me how much you liked those records?” He asked her, and before she could grab the bag, he jerks back.

“And?” 

“Of course, Mitch. Next week.” He nodded his head, happy with her answer. 

“See you then!” He let her take the bag, and clapped her hard on the shoulder as a goodbye. She jerked forward, not prepared for the slap, but turned around and waved nonetheless. 

Anyway, she still had to get groceries. Wasn’t she looking forward to taking them back with her on a walk. Maybe she’d get a taxi... but it was so expensive...

With that thought, she headed towards the store as her last stop of the day. 

[pyukumukun]

I’ve moved my review of Darling to my own post just so I could put it under a read more. It felt too weird to put it on the other post. 

Anyway, I’ll be editing this post as I go. (finished)

The text under the read more is nsfw. 

Edit: Jesus Christ... first episode... I’m not sure if I can finish it oh god. This scene pictured on the other post is like, the INTRO of the anime. Nah guys. The main dude is a porn mangaka (he draws porn) and loves doing it. And like, there’s already a sex scene at the beginning, what did you expect from a hentai. But the next day, they get a visitor. It’s a lady with a job offer. She says “Yes, you have been selected to do an anthology! Your deadline is in 30 days.” This is literally outrageous, and waaaay too little time, and the dude says so. But it turns out!!! Lady is in need of help-- her boss is going to turn her into a sex slave if she can’t get someone to take this job offer. And the dudes loving wife, who you see in the other post.. well, she elects the dude to do it to save the lady. And the ONLY way he can do it isssss.... Hyper Erection Mode. He said this himself. Hyper Erection Mode is where he keeps an erection for a month with his wife basically servicing him to help him keep it. They need this job to pay off the mortgage on their house.

I’m only 9 minutes into the first episode and I’m just... Christ dude.

Edit 2: I pressed play right after typing all this. Editor lady leaves in her car. Looks into her side mirror, seeing the couple hugging happily and... is super turned on and ends up touching herself while driving away????? I am literally so baffled. You only see this for like... 2 seconds before it’s done. I’m...........??????

Edit 3: I’M GONNA VOM. Dude... dude is just... gross. Man. So, you get to see the dude’s stories I guess. And uh.... not liking it. At all. I’d say that it’s definitely rape fetish culture. uhhh.. it’s a... well the girl.... wife in the story.... is a spy and the... husband is.....????????? idk??????? but uh.... anyway... apparently she stored a stolen microchip in her vagina and... he decided he was going to check by... pouring a liquid on her that makes her super horny and then putting a microscope up her vagina... and apparently her spy trained vagina broke the fucking microscope?????????? c h r i s t

Edit 4: I’M NOPING OUT. NUH UH. NO THANKS. WTF. NAH. I’M DONE. WOW. NO. NOPE.

To CLARIFY: next story is a hospital scene. It involves two normal characters that are introduced: A gal from a clothing shop, and a pervy man that makes the wife uncomfortable. ALSO starring in this story is the husband and wife. As usual. 

Okay, so what made this bad? Well, the wife and clothing shop gal are nurses and the book shop guy and husband are doctors. And it’s time for an unusual nurse exam. Of course. So you’ll never guess who has to go through it. The wife. She is shackled down onto a bed after taking off her panties. While the bookshop doc starts feeling up her breasts. Of COURSE he asks the other nurse to inspect her vagina while this is happening, and of COURSE the wife gets horny. All the while, the husband is just... watching. Don’t forget he’s there. Anyway, now that the wife is horny, it’s time for the peen. From bookstore guy. So he asks clotheshop nurse to clean his uh.. ‘tool’ for him. So immediately she sucks head. I don’t know why I expected her to really sanitize it, I’m a fool. After that, he goes and puts it into the wife and asks her how it feels. She said it felt really good. All through the exam before this, she was saying how she was embarrassed and didn’t seem to be enjoying this at all, so.... this was really kinda...???????? why????? SO TO MAKE THINGS WEIRDER, clotheshop nurse is gettin’ horny watching the wife getting sexed up by the bookstore doc, and feeling her boobs up and ends up saying ‘doc examine meeee’. So the next thing you know, clotheshop nurse and wife are tits to tits on top of each other and making out?????? and the doc is fucking clotheshop nurse. NOW husband doctor comes into play because the one whole tool they had is being used, so clearly they need another..... so clotheshop nurse and wife nurse start licking on it.... and I just... NOPED ON OUT. 

what kind of fantasies are these... really wtf

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Edit 5: I’ve been figuring out that I’m asexual so... some of this anime may appeal to some people but from my point of view it’s all literally some joke. I could not imagine how any of this could possibly be arousing.