#Ice Cream Machine Market

[sweeterlovers]

DATES THE F1 DRIVERS WOULD TAKE YOU ON - - - - -

ALEX ALBON - alex would take you to some new and trendy restaurant with a creative menu. i think alex likes trying new experiences as well as trying new food! he would definitely be making jokes the entire time!

CARLOS SAINZ - carlos would bring you to his house and make you dinner. he would bring dinner out on his porch and you guys would eat dinner together with his dog while watching the sunset.

CHARLES LECLERC - charles would take you out on his yacht and attempt to cook you a meal, knowing charles you guys would probably end up evacuating the yacht cause of some fire he caused but it would end with him ordering some food in.

DANIEL RICCIARDO - i can see daniel taking you to someplace fun like a trampoline park, laser tag, or maybe paintball. daniel is a natural funny and extroverted person so i think he would have fun in a fun environment like that!

FERNANDO ALOSNO - i don’t know why but i can see fernando taking you out to a farmers market or maybe even berry picking or apple picking.

GEORGE RUSSELL - george would take you to some fancy brunch place over looking the ocean. he would order some fancy drinks for you guys. he would also probably make you take pictures of him shirtless eating brunch.

LANCE STROLL - i think lance would take you somewhere cold like ice skating or something like thag because it brings a very comfort like feel. he would probably offer you his jacket and offer you hot coco. the date would end with you guys on the couch watching a movie.

LANDO NORRIS - lando would probably take you karting and challenge you to a race and tease you the entire time. he would also try and win you a stuffed animal from a claw machine but would probably pay one of the employees to get one for him after many awful attempts.

LEWIS HAMILTON - i can see lewis taking you on some nature walk or something involving sight seeing. he definitely would bring roscoe with you guys!

LOGAN SARGEANT - i think logan would set up some movie night outside his house. he would make it romantic but not too romantic. he would attempt to make movie night snacks to impress you. logan would put in a lot effort into the date!

MAX VERSTAPPEN - max is definitely a bit of a softie inside! he would take you somewhere more private so the two of you can have some peace and quite.

OSCAR PIASTRI - oscar would take you to the beach and set up a picnic. he would bring a bunch of pastry’s (get it?) after the picnic he would take you on a walk on a the shore and stop by the nearest ice cream parlor to end the night.

[uzurimisery]

the space between two bodies. / satosugu x reader / part 1

Warnings: MDNI, happy ending, angst, cheating (not really this is explained in part 2), unhealthy relationships/coping mechanisms, suicidal ideation, depression, smut, no sorcery au, unedited

A/N: I started thinking about Gojo with anxiety and nihilist Geto and then what that looks like in a poly relationship with someone as flawed as they are

part two

“We’re sorry but we’ve decided to go with another candidate now. We will retain your information on file should a more suitable role open up.” 

The email stared back at you, the words on your phone screen blurring as droplets of rain hit it as you read it over for the hundredth time. Today was just another shitty fucked up day in the endless string of shitty fucked up days that had become your life. The third consecutive month of unemployment in a row. At least previously you could get temp jobs but now each day that passed just ate away at you with how useless you felt. 

Pocketing your phone, you pull out a 100 yen coin and put it in the vending machine.

You didn’t even like your old job but Jesus it was like no one was actually hiring. And when you did get an interview, you’d get ghosted afterward. On the rare occasion they didn’t ghost you, you’d receive a rejection letter like this one. It was preferable, you supposed, that your existence and effort were at least acknowledged, no matter how much it stung. Still hurt like a bitch to be told you weren’t good enough. 

Anything would be better than this, fuck you’d take being overworked and underpaid if it felt like you were doing something. This endless cycle of gnawing uncertainty and applications, interviews, followed by rejections. Worse than that you were out of deodorant and trying to find some in Japan was a Herculean effort. 

Yeah, it’s been a shit go and you’re fucking exhausted.

Maybe you’d go be an English teacher like everyone else who moves to Japan. You wouldn’t need a co-teacher so the pay would be better if you were just starting out. Not that you wanted to teach again dear god that was less than ideal. Thank god you had settled status. The thought of having to deal with visa issues at the same time made you feel sick. 

Maybe you could work at a host club. You turned, staring at your reflection in the glass. Your boobs weren’t half bad as you pushed them up from the underside like a push-up bra would. Or sell feet pictures. The market was probably oversaturated at this point but maybe there would be some interest.

Wait Jesus had your hair looked like that all day? Fuck. No wonder that girl kept staring at you on the train she thought you were a lunatic.

Sighing you press the button for 4H. It wasn’t like you’d always been this way, sort of drifting in a sea of uncertainty abroad your boat of doubt with no wind to guide your sails. There was a period of time, maybe a five-year stretch after you had graduated from university where your life was on track. An entry-level job in your degree field, a long-term boyfriend turned fiance, wedding planning, and a great group of friends. Shit, you had it all. 

The fiance was the first to go. 

As it turns out, finding your fiance in bed with the girl he swore you didn’t have to worry about, his tongue halfway down her throat like he’s trying to do an endoscopy, is a terrible way to find out you’re being cheated on. When he noticed you standing in the doorway he had the gall to sputter some bullshit about how it was your fault it happened. You were too focused on your work, you didn’t give him attention, blah, blah, blah. It was you who broke the relationship up by working so much and being married to your job. And as he paid for the overpriced four-bedroom apartment in an area of Tokyo that you didn’t even like, you lost the apartment in the breakup. 

You couldn’t slum dog millionaire your life away on Shoko and Utahime’s couch forever eating tubs of ice cream and binging TV after that, so everyone told you, or rather forced you, to move in with Suguru and Satoru. Bouncing around from couple to couple. It did give you some stability and just as things go up so must they come down. 

The company you were working for was liquidated after an investigation by the federal government found years of tax fraud. Luckily they got bought out, and you thought maybe if you put in work you could still climb the ladder. But all those late nights in the office, conbini dinners, and unpaid overtime, you were just another name on a severance list.

It felt like waves were crashing over you, each one larger than the rest. Almost like you were tied to a dock during a hurricane, a tsunami, or some fucking natural disaster that threatened to drown you if you didn’t hold onto something but there wasn’t much to hold on to. You could hold onto the minuscule amount of friendships that you had at least. It was far too awkward and messy to keep up with anyone else other than your main four since the rest were so tied to your ex-fiance and his life. Stupid fucking lawyer. 

The four of you were close-ish. Less close since Shoko had gone on rotation at a university on the other side of Tokyo. It meant she and Utahime had moved nearer to it since Utahime was willing to commute. But Suguru and Satoru were still close with you and still dating.  Biting as that felt at times. 

You met Geto first in a shared philosophy lecture. One of those run-of-the-mill ones, but the content that really got the two of you talking was nihilism. It was the seminar groups after class you shared where he really saw you. Stripped away of pretenses and your nerves laid bare. Not just another face in a lecture hall but something more, something human. The deep indents of nails in your palms and the rubbing of your hands together under the table. He had seen right through you, recognized the darker parts of himself in you- it made you feel understood.

The machine made a mechanical noise and the lights flickered. Sighing you kick the machine lightly to see if anything happens, if life could give you this one thing today that you so desperately needed. Just like everything else, nothing goes your way and your stupid drink stays logged on the shelf. So like every reasonable person you kick the machine again. 

“Stupid fucking piece of shit machine,” you murmur a growing string of profanities under your breath as you repeatedly kick the machine

.

All you wanted was one of those ¥100 coffee drinks that were loaded with caffeine to keep going through your slog of a day was that so hard? Maybe it would be best if you just packed it up and called it quits. Move back home with your parents and be berated daily. Why aren’t you married? Why did you and Kosuke break up? When are they going to get some grandchildren? They aren’t getting any younger you know. Face the cutting shame of fucking up another opportunity, another chance. 

What was the point in trying anymore when you couldn’t even get a stupid drink that you don't honestly even want at this point out of a vending machine so you can go home and masturbate to audio porn before you cry yourself to fucking sleep? 

Suguru’s voice cut through the spiral of thoughts, your name on his lips. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you had an interview and you’d be home late?” 

Of course, he’d catch you like this. 

“Hey Sugs,” it came out as a groan as you kicked the machine again, a loud clang following as your drink hit the bottom of the dispenser. Bending down, you grab the can before turning and facing him. “I did.” 

“How’d it go?”

“Like shit.” Maybe you should work on your delivery. This flat effect is really making you should like a bitch. Are you a bitch? 

Geto’s eyes raked over you, infuriatingly calm and measured. He was always so carefully disheveled, the type of person to look effortlessly put together no matter the occasion. Stupid name-brand black sweater over a white button-down half tucked into chinos with a chain on the belt. His hair, shiny and perfect, was neatly tucked into his signature half-up-hald-down look to keep the strand out of his eyes, minus the one for style. Notably, he was wearing his glasses for once, sleek frames perks on a tall nose. Oh, he smelt nice too, his sandalwood and bergamot cologne hitting you as he stepped closer, extending his umbrella to cover the two of you. Fuck he was so handsome it wasn’t fair.

“I'm sorry to hear that,” Geto replied softly.

You shrugged, trying to brush it off. “ It is what it is.”

But the reality of it clung to you and drug you down, down, down into the depths of your psyche. That small, scared feeling you tried so hard to suppress started bubbling up again, twisting your insides into knots. It made you feel sick, so much like a lost little child in a world that had grown far too big and complex. Here it was, rearing its ugly head, in front of one of the top ten people you never wanted to see in such a shit state.

But that's all Gojo and Geto do at this point. They pick up the broken, crumbling pieces of yourself that slip between your fingers. You feel like a cracked vase leaking water all over the place no matter how desperately they try and patch up the ceramic. Each day the gap between you and them grows more apparent. They were both soaring and you were falling to the ground and rolling around in the mud. 

Geto had just done a four-page spread in Architects Digest, even though he was a pretentious motherfucker who hated the magazine. And Gojo… God, he’d just opened for Prada at Paris Fashion Week. They went viral on every social media platform a while back for how hot and gay they were. You’d been caught in the crossfire of your accounts being tagged and gained a social media boost, but that also meant a bunch of people DMing you telling you to take pictures of them. 

The most fucked up thing about it all was the gnawing feeling that chewing on your bones that you were being dragged around like an accessory to remind them how good they had it. A permanent third wheel they’ve been stuck with since university. Two talented lovers on the brink of permanent importance and their weird little friend who follows them along like a lost puppy. It wasn’t even true and that's why it hurt so much. You knew they believed in you, thought that you could be a successful artist, and supported you in it even, but the jealousy rotted inside you like a festering wound. You weren’t even jealous of their success, only just partial, but it was like you weren’t good enough to be around them. 

Maybe you were better off as wall decor in the life they were building together. Something quiet and serene that didn’t demand anything from them. Better that than the bitter, jealous mess you were every time you saw them succeed.

He starts, the same spiel he goes to when you get like this. “You can always-”

“No.” your voice comes out sharper than you intended, but you don’t care. 

“I don’t know why you act like it’s such a bad off,” Suguru presses, his calm demeanor only pissing you off more.  

“I don’t want to work for you.” 

“Why not.” 

You snap. “Because I don’t want to, Suguru! Is that so hard to understand?”

Fuck, you wanted to storm off, go back to the house, and slam the door behind you as you went. But it didn’t matter if you stormed off, you lived in one of his guest bedrooms. Both of you were just headed to the same place. Sad little rescue that you were.

Suguru assessed, his eyes softened, breaking you down. He picked out every one of your insecurities as he stared at you. Microscopic inspection, each of your cells was being assessed for your state of being. Have you eaten? Was it enough? Had you slept? Are you even capable of taking care of yourself in this state? 

The weight of his gaze made your chest tighten, and before you could control it, try and reel it back in, tears welled up in your eyes. Blinking them back, you swallowed hard, the lump in your throat bobbing as you did. You hated this. Hated the way his care, his pity, felt like a knife twisting in the last remaining shred of pride you clung to. 

Pity was the killy of pride and you should accept that your pride was already decomposing in the septic tank in the backyard. 

Fuck up, fuck up, fuck up. All you ever were, all you’d ever be. Every loose thread of your shirt feels like it's cutting against your skin. The hem of your trousers drowns your feet like you're wearing your parents' clothes. Shabby. Uncouth. Inept. 

Wordlessly, you turned on your heel and fled, rushing out of the side street as the tears spilled past your lash line. You couldn’t do this anymore--no more questions, no more pity. No matter how hard you tried, how hard you struggled, clawed your way through the fucking dirt, you could never be like them. Never be good like theme, never right like them, never fit like them. They had these perfect little lives that they could boast to everyone about. When they spoke, people listened. People cared what they had to say. The world parted for them, it was the Red Sea and they were Moses, making space. There’d always be room for them to shine. 

But you were screaming into a void, your throat raw, bloody, and you were aching from the endless effort to be seen, to be heard. You wanted to be looked at like your own person, your own successes. Hard to be noticed for something that rarely happened. No matter how loud you screamed, how much you begged, your voice was just lost in the noise. 

You knew Suguru would follow. He always did. Even if you didn’t live in the same house, he’d have followed you. His voice was muffled by the pressure in your ears but you could hear him trying to talk to you. He let you get all the way home and inside the gate of the house before he grabbed your wrist and yanked you backward. 

Trying to pull away, your shoulder wrenched painfully as you trashed in his grip. 

“Calm down,” Suguru spoke firmly, pulling you into his chest. His sweater was soft, and your face smushed against the fabric as sobs wrecked your body, trembling like the earth in an earthquake.

It was hard to speak through the tears, so all you could do was try and slip out of his hold as you sobbed. You didn’t want this comfort. You wanted to run from your failure. From how suffocating life felt and that no matter what you'd never be enough. Worse than that, the sweet sickly feeling that trickled down your throat that when he held your life this, it made the world feel just a little bit more bearable. As if somewhere you could survive another day if he kept touching you. It wasn’t yours to feel and he wasn’t yours to hold. 

Suguru lets you wiggle around. You hit his torso a few times, your strength fading as you cry. When your sobs turned to hiccups and gasps for breaths, he gently cupped your face, thumbs brushing away the tears that still spilled from your eyes. 

“Talk to me,” he said softly, barely above a whisper. The songs of a city nearly eclipsing it. 

What could you say? How could you explain this feeling? This horrible guilt, pain, and jealousy ate away at you every single day. The tears came harder now, speeding up as if to help drown you in your misery and take you out of it for good. Hiccuping you drew breath, sharp and quick, hoping to speak but nothing comes out. Words claw at your throat, digging it with sharpened points. It hurts the way they hang onto you.

“Is it all too much again?” His voice is so soft, warm like fleece pajamas fresh out of the dryer as he holds you so delicately.

This wasn’t the first time that one of the three of you had been so consumed by dread, suffocated by the weight of life itself. Suguru knew it all too well himself, from high school to know he held it tightly in his hands. It never went away from him, he just learned to live with it, let it fade into the background, and let a constant hum of despair serve as the baseline for the day-to-day. 

His thumbs brush over the apex of your cheekbones again and the tenderness shatters you, another wave of sobs tearing through you. They pull you under, out into the open ocean, and through their rip current.

“I just..” you start, it scratches your throat, thick with phlegm. “ I can’t do this anymore.” 

His voice remained steady. “Do what?” 

“Any of it. I can’t do it.” 

“You’re capable of it. You can do it.” 

Jarring, rough, whipping across your skin as the rubber band pulls too tight and snaps. You lash out, and it stings where it hits. The anger cuts through your skin like your fingernails leave crescent moons in your palms. 

“No, I fucking can’t!” It's ripped out of you as you stalk away like a wounded animal. “I can’t okay. I can’t do shit. I can’t keep a relationship without being cheated on. I can’t manage to get my own place. I can’t get a fucking job. I can’t sit here and pretend like I’m not fucking wasting away in my own misery watching you and Gojo and Shoko all succeed and be the only one of us still shooting for the stars and coming crashing down to earth every single fucking time. You and Gojo with your perfect little lives look at me like a charity case to be fixed.”

“We have never looked at you like a charity case.” His tone was firm.

“Really? Then what the fuck do you look at me like, huh?” You press the question circling back around. “Is it pity? Did the two of you see some poor stray that you wanted to take in and keep like a pet when we met at university? Is that it?” 

His eyes were hard, unreadable.

“It is that. You pity me.”

“Jesus, no! We don’t pity you- I don’t pity you! Is it so hard to believe that I care about you?”

“Yes, it is! There’s no reason for you to care,” 

“What the hell wouldn’t I care?” Suguru’s voice raised to a shout, frustration cracking his facade. 

“Because I’m just like everyone you hate!” Your chest heaves as you let out a flood of emotions. “ No ambitions, contributing nothing to society, just leeching off others.” 

“You’re not like them.” 

“I am. On paper, I’m exactly like them. The only reason that you’d keep me around is because it makes you feel good to watch me suffer or you pity me.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t pity you?” His voice cracked with emotion, but you didn’t stop.

“Then tell me why you care!” It comes out so desperately. You're begging him for understanding, to know why he stays. To know why he lets you in.

For once he looked uncertain. His mask slipped, revealing the cracks in his facade. It’s been so long since you’ve seen underneath it you’d almost forgotten how he looked when he wasn’t pretending to be happy. 

“Or is it that you don’t care?” 

Something flashed in his eyes, flickerings of things you only saw when he looked at Gojo. He opens his mouth to speak and then closes it. There's a fear in his eyes, like if he acts in this moment something may crack and crumble like the foundation of a house that leaves him crumpled in a pile of wood. He doesn’t, or won’t, give you an answer. 

So you turn on your heel, the conversation over in your mind, and head to the front door. You’ll go up and pack a bag before heading across town and crashing on Shoko and Utahime’s couch before calling your parents and groveling to them. 

But as you reach the door, Suguru reaches you. His arm wraps around your waist and he spins you around and pushes your back against it. He’s got you pinned. 

“It’s because I love you.” It’s the faintest breeze that passes from his lips, like a car driving past on a hot day, sweat making your shirt stick to you. “I care because I love you.”

Everything is frozen in a still frame. Neither one of you moves, neither one of you breathes. A still moment that holds you tight, threatens to squeeze you so tightly your heart bursts. 

“What do you mean by that?” You swallow as you speak, like pebbles in your throat. 

Suguru blinks back tears, looking up and then back at you. “That I love you. Fuck! I’m in love with you.” 

Disbelief makes your voice shake. “No, you’re not not. You’re with Satoru.” 

“And? I can’t love both of you?” 

“No, you can’t,” Hypocrisy tastes acrid on your tongue. You know damn well you could never pick between the two of them, that this blighted jealousy you feel towards them is more the fact they have the other rather than their success. It’s something you don’t admit but it’s there. “Besides, you’re lying to me.”

“No.” His response was firm and immediate. The whole time you’d known them, their worlds had revolved around each other. They’d been the only thing for each other for so long. It was an unspoken truth that they were made for each other in a way that could only be sewn by the fabric of the universe itself. Something so profoundly and divinely created it had been written in the fabric of life at the moment of the Big Bang. 

“I’ve seen you watching.” Suguru’s tone is low, cutting, it vibrates through you as he has you pinned. 

A sick, icy dread wraps around your spine. It starts in your toes and crawls up your body. Your muscles lock in place as it climbs up until it's all the way in your head. Paralyzing fear grips you.

“I don't…” The lie is transparent before it comes to fruition. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It’s brittle, cracking on your teeth as it passes through them.

“Don’t play innocent.” Suguru’s voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. The tension between you tightens and winds up to pitch, but there's a current that punctuates it. One that feels heady and warm. One that excites you in the same way it embarrasses you. “I’ve seen you watching. I’ve seen you for years. The first time, maybe it was a mistake. But last week? Three weeks before that?”

Your mouth went dry, choking on the excuse that tried to bubble up. Like finely ground chalk powder coasted every surface of it. “I—”

He cuts you off before you can even try to defend yourself. “I know you get off on it too. Leave your curtains open while you touch yourself. Saying his name, my name.”

Horror twists inside you like a knife, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach. You’d always been so careful, never acting when you thought they were home. Never want to risk exactly this happening. Your face burned like you drank half a liter of vodka in a go. Maybe you’d wake up and realize this was a nightmare. The humiliation was unbearable. 

“Imagine my surprise,” Suguru continues in a low chuckle, left hand slotting perfectly against your waist, “when I came home early one day and saw that.” 

The tears that had stopped in your flash of anger spill hot and fast down your cheeks. The raw, hot shame and embarrassment muddle you. It makes you want a sinkhole to open up beneath you and swallow you whole. You can’t meet his gaze, your vision blurry. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll move out.” you stammer out, the words falling in a chopping spiccato, desperate to create space between the two of you. You’d never be able to face him again. 

“Who said anything about moving out?” Suguru comes, pulling you closer to him till you're flush against his chest. He bends down, breath tickling your ear. You feel the sharp pressure of his teeth grazing the shell of it, a jolt going through your body. “You don’t get to leave now.” Pulling back, he meets your eyes in a half-lidded gaze. 

Both of you are playing the game again. Looking for something unspoken, some cryptic clue you need to decipher. He was searching for discomfort, disgust, anything to make him draw back and stop. You searched for understanding, dissecting how it got to this point. Every moment, every glance, every touch from him that you had ever overlooked. 

He always held a soft glint in his eyes when he looked at you. Something subtle, normally reserved for Satoru. It warmed the edge of his voice when he spoke and crinkled the corners of his eyes when he smiled. There was that softness for Shoko, but it was different. The one he had for you was a more reserved, pulled-back, and dialled-down version of what gripped him when he looked at Satoru. He had always viewed you this way.

The times you sat sandwiched between him and Gojo, your legs brushing against him, his arm slung around your shoulders to reach Satoru. Pulling you against him on the train, in clubs, at parties, the bump of your hips against his own. Compliments when you wore flattering, his pushing Satoru to dress you up. He liked it best when you were in shorter dresses and skirts with tights. 

Suguru had always wanted you, but you had failed to notice. 

Instinct took over before reason could temper it. You pushed off the door, your hands flying to the loose part of his hair at the nape of his neck. The strands feelt just as silky an shiny as they look between your fingers. Without hesitation, the space between you two diminishes. You aren’t sure who closes the distance first, but your lips lock hungry. Teeth knocking against each other as you both desperately cling to the other. It's rough and aggressive, both of you starved animals feasting on flesh. The taste of copper spreading in your mouth as he bit down on your lip making you whine. His breathing becomes your own, heady mix of desire and dark, primal urge..

His tongue pushes against yours, taking advantage of your now open mouth, wet and warm brushing against the back of your teeth, laying claim to your mouth. Geto was dominating in all aspects of his life so it was unsurprising that he set the pace and led you to where he wanted to be. He moved your legs up, patting your ass to jump, to then wrap around his waist as he pressed you against the door. You grind your hips against his growing erection as he holds you there, and you can feel the heat of him even through his pants.

Suguru pulls away panting. His eyes are half closed, lips blushed a beautiful red and damp with saliva. He moves in again, this time to your neck, where he bites down hard. You squirm as he sucks a dark and angry mark, his mark, on your skin. The bite of his teeth against your skin feels right. It eats away at the jealous monster inside you every second he’s latched onto you.

Fed up with the door, Suguru opens it and carries you through the threshold. He moves the two of you through the genkan, toeing off his shoes while you kick your own off, and into the living room where he drops you on the couch. There’s an air about him, so intense it’s nearly oppressive, as his fingers inch up underneath your sweater, sliding it off of you. It’s a predator circling their prey, the success of a hunt now that he’s got you on your back against the soft fabric of the couch. He’d been waiting for this far longer than you thought and it spurs you on.

Suguru moves in tandem with you, tugging off his sweater and button-up shirt, exposing his happy trail. The dark dusting of hair makes your mouth water. Once his shirt is off, his hands cover your chest through your bra, palming your tits like stress balls. It's unpadded and lacey, and it lets him feel as if your nipples get hard. He pushes the cups down, leaving them to rest under your breasts, and pushes them up slightly, accentuated by your being on your back.

His fingertips close around your nipples as he pinches and pulls at them. You knew how much of a sadist he could be. One night you watched him edge Satoru for an hour straight. Seen how hot he looked with Gojo in his mouth as he writhed around. A sweet moan escaped you as he played with your nipples and rolled his hips against yours. It makes your head feel fuzzy, thoughts focusing purely on him. His weight presses down on you, so heavy and right it makes you ache.

You lunge forward, propping yourself up on your elbows to kiss him again. It’s just as messy and hungry as before, years of built-up desire between the two of you saturating your every pore. It settles in your bones that pulses in time with your heart. 

Suguru doesn’t separate from you, but he slides your trousers and underwear off in one go as you kick your socks off. He tugs his own off hastily, boxer briefs following in turn. His public hair is trimmed, a close crop like you’ve seen it before. Like every other aspect of him, it’s neatly maintained, put into its place, and kept there. 

His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as he pulls your hips up by his head. Your back is half off the sofa as he places your legs over his shoulders and parts your core with his fingers. He blows cold air onto your clit that makes you squirm before he licks your clit. Moaning, you try to grind yourself against his face but his hands tighten on your hips, holding them firm. You’d get what he wanted to give you. Fight against it and get nothing, or accept it. 

He was slow to start. His tongue lazily explores you, getting familiar with your taste. It pushed against your clit, wide and flat, before swirling his tongue around it. The ball of his tongue piercing rubbed against the most sensitive part of you. Your hips jerk forward and he looks up, a warning in his eyes, but he doesn’t stop. Suguru curls his tongue again, this time moving it side to side, letting his piercing catch on your clit purposefully.  Every action he takes is measured as he picks up speed while latching his lips around it to add delicious suction. Two of his fingers slide inside you, reaching far deeper than your own ever could. He pumps them in and out of you, driving you closer to the edge.

You felt your pussy drooling, liquid gushing out and covering his chin. The muscles in your abdomen tightened with each passing second until you swore they'd cramp. It was all too much as you came, jerking and contracting in on yourself. Black spots dot your vision as your world shakes on this axis. 

Sugru watched as you came, pulling back from your pussy to stare at your face. His eyes never left yours as he rubbed soothing circles into your skin with his thumbs. He could cover nearly all of you with how big his hands were, warm and calloused. Minus a cold spot on his left hand. 

His engagement ring. 

The silver felt like it burned your skin as he smiled at you and planted a kiss on your inner thigh. It glimmers in the low light, bouncing light off like a homing beacon. Bubbling sickness, bile rising in your throat, disgust palming at your skin. What had you just done? You’ve just violated a boundary so gigantic with Suguru. Let your own selfish need for intimacy lead you to this. He was engaged to your best friend. They were getting married next year.

You rushed to grab your clothes, panic surging through you. The world spins around you. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“We shouldn’t have done that,” you buttoned up your trousers, throwing your sweater on. Your hair is a mess and your skin feels clammy and flushed. The need to vomit is overwhelming. “This was a mistake.”

Suguru’s rising from the couch, trying to grab you, stopping you from moving but you dodge his hand. “A mistake?” 

Your left hand meets your mouth as you bite the nail of your thumb. It clicks against your front teeth. 

“Satoru won’t mind-” 

“A mistake Suguru,” You shake your head, bending down and grabbing the rest of your stuff. “Please. Just forget this.” Without waiting for his reply, you run up the stairs and slam the door behind you. 

You really are a bitch.

©️ uzuzrimisery

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[lotties-ashwagandha]

yellowjackets + summer themed dates (headcanons)

how the adult yellowjackets would take you on summer themed dates, gender neutral reader/no pronouns used

SHAUNA

forget a date she’s taking the two of you on vacation

callie’s left home for college, jeff is out of the picture, and she needs to RELAX with you

i can see her being a florida girl, she would take you to a beach with a nice hotel with a SPA!! shauna sadecki spa addict

she spends an unreasonable amount of money on those fancy little mixed drinks that are called random shit like Mermaid Soup Kitchen Bra Clasp On The Lazy River yk what I’m talking about

overall tho sugar mommy shauna gets so extra in the summer

buying you things just because she can , jewelry , clothes , whatever you want

also you have so many pics to post on instagram and she wants to be in EVERY SINGLE ONE of them to show off that she can take you places and no one else can, it’s also a great way to get back at jeff after she leaves him for you lolololol

LOTTIE

lottie’s summer dates,,,,,again she might take you on vacation bc she’s rich and she can if you want her to but honestly i think she would prefer to stay at the wellness center sorry girls

she would try to convert you to her weird lottie religion through dates but not in an invasive way in a “let’s go meditate in the woods 🥹” sort of way

dates where you have lunch in the woods! lisa making all your food obviously bc rich girl lottie cannot cook and she doesn’t want you doing everything yourself because it’s HER date she’s taking you on

its like she’s taking inspo from twilight like come on girl see me sparkle in the woods

sorry

she shows you her beehives too and that sounds dirty but I don’t mean it like that

she just has lots of fun facts about bees

she would be such a picnic girl I just have to say it again okay that’s her aspiration is to have a nice quiet spiritual picnic alone with you

alone with you …… 😇😁🥴

oh ALSO farmers markets w lottie how could i forget

TAISSA

if you live close to a beach (we’re pretending you live close to a beach) she loooooves going on beach dates

an excuse to see you in a swimsuit??? she will take it !

she cooks you dinner and then you eat by the water, OR sometimes you take sammy together during the daytime and it becomes a family outing. you make sandcastles with him and taissa gets really intense about making sure they’re “structurally sound”

the two of you take sammy out for ice cream too on hot days debate her fav flavor in the comments

anyway taissa would probably propose to you on a beach too trying to be like in the movies but it’s way more awkward

not in a bad way tho in a cute way bc she has no idea what the fuck she’s doing

but she is TRYING and you can see it

VAN

van is one of those people that celebrates summerween and christmas in july and she will absolutely rope you into it

you have movie marathons i say this in every headcanon post i do for dates with van but the autism is so strong all you do in a relationship with her is watch movies ok accept it

she would enjoy eating outside at restaurants especially new restaurants, i can see her taking you for a tour of whatever cafes or restaurants have opened recently and you eat in the outdoor dining areas if there’s some available

GOING THRIFTING TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!! going thrifting with van. making her try on summer clothes bc she needs a new summer wardrobe

outdoor movie nights are also a must

can also see her going hiking with you

big 80s lesbian aesthetic from van in the summer

NATALIE

honestly as soon as summer came and it got hot out she would just lock herself inside

however that doesn’t stop fun date nights

who doesn’t love breaking into the motel vending machine in a heatwave and then going inside and binge watching true crime shows

you order delivery from your fav restaurant and then laugh when the delivery guy has to go out in the heat to give you your food

you might be able to get her to go to lotties farmers market shit but she will not enjoy it she’s only doing it for you , she would much rather be inside

you could get high w her tho!

MISTY

would take you on a date to one of those farms where you pick a bunch of strawberries and blueberries and shit yk what i mean idk I’ve never been to one but ??

would love going to the zoo with you and she would take a bunch of pictures for caligula and get him something from the gift shop

you’d have to convince her not to steal any of the animals bc yes misty you love polar bears but we CANT HAVE ONE IN THE BASEMENT!!

she would be such a nut for botanical gardens, aquariums, anything wildlife in the summer again the autism is strong in this one

would be so sweet to you the whole time and she would learn a bunch of fun facts about wherever you’re going beforehand and sharing them with you would be her love language

if you don’t listen she gets really sad and quiet

would also love to plant a garden with you if you like that sort of thing

<3

haaaappy summer thank u for reading :) I’m coming back with fics soon but I’ve been on my period and I’m in pain lmao

[stayteezdreams]

Headcanons: First Dates (Hyung Line)

Headcanons: First dates with the members of Stray Kids

Pairing: Stray Kids Hyung Line x Gn!Reader

(Maknae Line)

Warnings: Nothing :)

A/N: Since I'm new to writing for SKZ, reblogs would be appreciated :)

Chris (Day in the park)

Chris would have thought about everything he could do on a first date.

Dinner and a movie? No, too boring. Arcade? To crowded. Bowling? Not romantic enough.

After becoming too over whelmed, he couldn't make up his mind, so he just decided to go with the flow. Whatever happened, happened.

So he picked you up and the two of you walked through the park together.

Finding an abandoned frisbee, you ended up playing a game for a while, making small bets and competition out of it.

The loser was supposed to buy ice cream, but, after you lost, Chris got to the ice cream truck first and bought the ice cream before you could.

You sat on a bench, talking and laughing together as you ate your ice cream.

You ended up at a small market and wandered around for a while.

There was a man who had bunnies, and the two of you sat and played with them for a while. You'd often catch Chris watching you with an adoring grin.

After some time, you stopped at a cute little restaurant and got some coffee/tea and food.

Neither of you ran out of things to talk about, always having great conversation.

When you left the restaurant, neither of you wanted to part ways, so you went back to the park.

You sat in the grass and continued to talk until it started to get dark.

Chris was worried you'd have thought the date was so boring since you didn't do anything special.

But you really enjoyed it, glad that you didn't do something that would make it hard for you to talk to one another.

When you finally parted ways, he asked you nervously if you wanted to go on another date.

To which you said of course.

Gaining some courage before you parted ways, you kissed him on the cheek before saying a hurried goodbye.

Chris was left with red cheeks and a grin as he watched you walk away.

Lee Know (Picnic)

Lee Know cooked up a bunch of food for the two of you, packing it all in a cute basket.

He wouldn't tell you where you were going as you wandered through a park.

Finally stopping at a more secluded area under some trees, you sat down.

Lee Know rolled out a blanket and you watched as he set out various foods and drinks for the two of you.

He came across confident and proud, but really he was nervous that you wouldn't enjoy it.

But when he finally met your eyes and saw the grin on your face, he felt relieved.

"These are my favorite!" You'd said as you looked at some of the food.

Lee know smiled sheepishly "I know."

Your heart would be fluttering at the idea that he prepared your favorites on purpose.

He had also brought a bunch of little cakes for desert, that you shared.

At first he would be on the other side of the blanket as you, but as the date went on he slowly got closer.

Until eventually your legs were pressed together as you were talking in depth, laughing and enjoying each others company.

It felt like you too had been together for ages, there was no discomfort or awkwardness between you.

At one point as you talked, you felt his hand gently start caressing yours. You could tell he didn't realize he was doing at first, because when he did notice, his eyes went a little wide as he cleared his throat, taking his hand away.

You parted ways with a promise that you'd plan the next date. To which Lee Know was very, very excited about.

Changbin (Arcade and Late-night food)

Changbin is all for fun dates.

So he brought you to an arcade.

The two of you played every game available, often having friendly competitions each time.

If Changbin won he'd do a little dance and tease you.

If you won, he'd pout and say he let you win (he didn't)

You won each other toys in the claw machines.

He won you a cow, you won him a panda. You named them after each other accordingly.

Once you had managed to play every game, having not really noticed how much time had passed, you both realized you were starving.

Changbin's took you to one of his favorite food spots, where you had never gone before.

He bought all of his favorites, wanting you to try them (he even tried to feed you multiple times)

Changbin insisted on walking you home, and as you got closer, you slowly started walking slower, neither of you wanting the date to be over.

When you did reach your house however, you parted ways with shy smiles. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before going inside.

You don't tell him until a few dates later that you totally saw him dance and hop around in joy once you had gotten inside.

Hyunjin (Museum and Painting Class)

It wasn't really a surprise that Hyunjin took you to a museum on your first date.

He really just wanted to show you a new exhibit that he really thought you'd like.

You really enjoyed it, and relished in the times you two stood beside each other, arms brushed together as you looked at the art.

There were a couple times you felt his hand brush yours, and you thought he might take it, but he got too nervous each time and didn't.

Sometimes as you admired a piece, you would feel his eyes slowly drift over to you as he watched you. You'd pretend like you didn't notice, as you hoped there was no visibly flush on your face.

One time, you did look over and meet his eyes, and you saw shock cross his as he felt embarrassment at being caught staring.

But as you grinned cutely at him, he smiled and giggled under his breath before sheepishly looking away.

After about an hour Hyunjin whisked you out of the museum, telling you he had booked something for the two of you to do.

Showing up to an unfamiliar place, you found that he had booked you two in a painting class.

You had never done anything like this before so you were nervous, yet excited.

Hyunjin would often compliment you on your painting, encouraging you and telling you you were doing great.

He'd make you laugh every time he messed up, letting out a dramatic gasp.

If you messed up, he'd help you fix your mistakes, standing up behind you, leaning into your shoulder and helping you. (He totally did this on purpose because he wanted to make you nervous)

Even if your painting didn't come out great, Hyunjin insisted on keeping it, and he definitely set it up in his room beside his.

You ended up going on a few more painting dates in the future as well, and made museum trips a regular thing.

[britt-kageryuu]

Donnie and Mikey are in the kitchen set, they're both in chef's uniform. Though Donnie has his AR glasses on, they offered Mikey a pair, but he declined because 'it would distract him from cooking'.

They're making 'Summer Snacks with some science'.

Donnie grabs an odd looking device and sets it up while the audience is questioning what it is. Mikey has returned with salt, cream, a few random labeled canisters, and a cooler.

"Okay, so now we're going to show you some easy ways to make your own icecream. Though results may vary, this is how we make it." Donnie explains while pulling a few pint sized tubes from inside the machine.

"Oooohh, there's so many possible flavors to make!" Mikey gushes while placing down ingredients, "I want to try mixing up this one flavor I saw pop up in my feed. What was the mixture again?" Mikey pulls out his phone to look up the recipe.

"While you do that, I will start with a sorbet recipe, and see how if it sets properly. We haven't messed with sorbet as much, I don't think it's too different, but it's for food science!" Donnie exclaimed as he grabs a food processor type gadget. He has a projection of a recipe floating next to him. "Okay, so depending on which recipe, this either needs sugar, or syrup, fruit puree or juice... it's almost just a more complex juice pop than something like icecream."

"I think I found the one I saw earlier!" Mikey announces while holding his phone in the air. "Alright, so we just need to make a vanilla base, and add a few extra things. Though we need to substitute a couple ingredients in this one."

"It has nuts in it?" Donnie questions while tossing some cut up fruit into the food processor.

"It has nuts in it." Mikey confirmed, "I wonder if I could switch it for sunflower seeds, or would it mess up the taste?" He asked out loud while looking over the ingredients they have prepared.

"Well these will just be small batches, so just test it out. If it doesn't work, Red will still eat it. Since it shouldn't trigger his nut allergies." Donnie replies back while measuring out the sugar to add to the sorbet mixture.

Mikey nods his head, then starts grabbing what he needs to make the vanilla ice cream base for his mix.

Donnie then cleared his throat, "Now for those who have been asking, this device is a custom built Ice Cream Maker, that makes multiple small batches at once. You put the mixture into these tubes, and they go inside the machine where it gets a bit tumbled and mixes while being super chilled." Donnie has some videos demonstrating how the machine works pop up while he explains this.

"It's very handy for when we all can't agree on which flavor we want to make. Or we want to mess around with multiple flavors." Mikey adds while mixing together the cream, milk, sugar, some salt, and some fresh-ish vanilla bean.

The audience watched as the two mix together several ice cream mixtures that get put into the Ice Cream maker, and a few Sorbet mixes get put into the freezer.

"While those get mixed and set, let's use the rest of this fruit to make some refreshing drink mixes!" Mikey shouts while Donnie cleans up some of the work area.

"Let's hope we still have some of that delicious melon left. Because you're still banned from that farmers market right?" Donnie asks nonchalantly with a small smug look.

Mikey freezes before turning towards Donnie with a harsh glare, "You know good and well, that it was not my fault! He wanted $50 for a small bag of citrus fruits, that were $10 at most at a different stall." He says with a slight growl.

"Well you didn't need to beat him up over it."

"He said my culinary skills were worse than prison quality! Prison Quality! He deserved to be sent to the worst prison in the world for that!!!" Mikey yells, shocking the audience.

The audience are spamming the chat with lots of confused messages and emojis combinations.

"I would question why he insulted your cooking, but I don't want to get on Dr. Delicate Touch's bad side." Donnie says, "Do we have any club soda left, of do we need to send Blue to get more?" They add to try redirect the subject, and not get something thrown at him for bringing up the topic in the first place.

The continue on with testing out drinks, until the timer went off to check on the ice cream. The audience split on wanting to know more about Mikey getting banned from a farmers market, and wanting to talk about what the duo was making during the stream.

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Masterpost

I had at least part of this story as a prompt planned for a while. The rest was just 'I want to write Smarts and Crafts doing something together'.

[ultimateaclrecovery]

Japan Day 11 (from my trip last November, but this is the last one!)

Last day in Tokyo and travel home!

Started the day with some more temple and some cute bridges with a bunch of koi

And then it was mostly shopping for last minute souvenirs and things that are cheaper in Japan. So here are some more fun Disney pictures!

Ended the trip by finally getting the panda cream puffs from stand right by our hotel transit stop, and then it was homeward bound! I celebrated being home by using my new bear shaped pancake maker to keep the cute food going.

What a wonderful trip!

Overly long travel diary (read if bored)

Day 11

Started our day fairly early with free hotel breakfast and then took the train to see tokyos temple. It had a cool pagado and a garden with a bunch of koi but I admit to being a little templed out at this point. We spend the rest of our morning time before the airport shopping. We start at the little stall market by the temple that is just starting to open. I get a bird shaped custard to eat right then 80 yen. And a box set of fun ct character custards to eat later. And a little lantern that I will make a Christmas ornament, best part I get a 500 yen coin so now I have the full set.

We then go to a grocery for snacks and then a don Quito for more snacks and weird things. I get some snacks and some socks for my brothers girlfriend.

Then we go look at fancy tea and dish ware for my bf. He gets a sake set and a tea set and a get a little heart shaped mold for making rice balls. We then go to Tokyo station for ramen and back to the character store so I can get the penguin in a Christmas tree that I’ve been thinking about all week. It’s smaller than I had built it up in my head but it’s still so cute so I get it even tho it is over priced and silly. It’s cute and makes me happy. I look for other things I might want but don’t really find anything.

We then head back out to do more shopping and whatnot at a normal mall. Anthony gets normal things like socks and underwear because they are cheaper here and we find our dads matching Japanese shirts. They are nicer than ones we’ve seen at the souvenir shops. I really want a womens cut shirt but I don’t think they have any. They have some fun womens graphics and I find one I really like but it’s only in large. We realize you can print the designs on different shirts or design your own but can’t quite figure it out. I try asking the guy working there if I can get the one I like in a medium and luckily he knows enough English to figure what I’m asking and sets it all up. I then have to go buy the medium shirt and then get it to printing people. I manage to do it successfully but only because the workers know some English. Although they keep trying to explain things to me in Japanese before giving up and pointing at their English signs or trying use what English they know. I worry as I get printed that maybe I should’ve gotten a small but it’s cotton so it will shrink a little so it should be fine.

We head back to towards the hotel and get vending machine drinks on the way, can’t believe I made it this far without using a vending machine. I use some of what’s left of my ic card for a 180 yen grape Fanta. I love me some things that are purple even tho I don’t normally like pop. I got my ic card down to like 200 yen so I did pretty good job there.

And then it’s off to buy panda custards! They’ve been selling them at the train station nearest our hotel and I’ve wanted them since we’ve got here.

Then collect our bags from the hotel and head to the bigger train station to get tickets for the train to the airport. It’s a special one so can’t just use your ic card.

At the airport we mostly breeze through security except I forgot a tiny water bottle in my backpack from the flight out here oops. And then we go to the liquor store so my bf can get fun liquor and I buy one of the bottle for him since the us it’s only one tax free per person.

We stop by at another store just to see and I find the cutest howls moving castle tote bag. It’s a little over priced (ghibli plus airport) but it’s the cutest tote bag I’ve seen here so I get it.

I then get ice cream with my remaining, non souvenir coins.

The flight is uneventful and then his parents give us a ride back to his place my first time meeting them which is a little overwhelming after traveling for so long. I take a 20 dollar lyft back from his place and then it’s home sweet. I crank my heat back up to normal and start to unpack.

General thoughts.

The toilets here can be so fancy. Minus the one public restroom one just in the street that was just the hole in the ground. But any western toilets have bidets and a lot of them are fancy enough to lift up their kids when you walk into the room. My favorite tho is the public restrooms with little speakers that can play water music at the push of a button. Anthony thinks this is to cover the sounds of peeing or pooping but I think the rushing water is also to help you go.

[trofysisters]

Катя

Зараб��тывая деньги продажей шедевров, Катя много времени проводила дома и начала заботиться о питомцах. (Earning money by selling masterpieces, Katya spent a lot of time at home and began taking care of pets)

Она наконец смогла понять и разделить любовь мужа к собакам, даже сама захотела завести еще одного щенка или котенка. (She was finally able to understand and share her husband’s love for dogs, and even wanted to get another puppy or kitten)

Сашка тем временем решил выучить Лероя команде "Ко мне". Лучше бы он выучил пса не писать в прихожей. (Sasha, meanwhile, decided to teach Leroy the “Come to me” command. It would be better if he taught the dog not to pee in the hallway)

Или научил подросшего щенка - Сузи не грызть мебель. Лерой был умным, он сразу покинул место преступления, чтобы его не обвинили в порче имущества. (Or he would teach a grown-up puppy - Susie - not to chew furniture. Leroy was smart, he immediately left the crime scene to avoid being charged with property damage)

Сашка прочитал Сузи нотацию, та выслушала с самым горестным выражением на морде и пошла крушить мебель в спальне. (Sasha lectured Susie, she listened with the most sorrowful expression on her face and went to destroy the furniture in the bedroom)

Похоже, не умел Сашка воспитывать собак и детей. Тем временем Карина в выходной день без разрешения родителей отправилась в парк аттракционов. (It seems that Sasha did not know how to raise dogs and children. Meanwhile, Karina went to an amusement park on her day off without her parents’ permission)

Настроение ее было безрадостным, ведь обычно гулять ходят парочками, а тут еще пошел дождь. (Her mood was joyless, because usually couples go for walks, and then it started to rain)

Всегда есть мороженое одному Не вкусно ни мне, ни тебе, никому. (Always eating ice cream alone is not tasty for me, nor for you, nor for anyone)

Еще и автомат с предсказаниями сообщил, что ничего романтичного в ее будущем не предвидится. (The fortune machine also said that nothing romantic was in store for her future)

Карина была готова идти наперекор судьбе, поэтому пригласила на прогулку Давида. При встрече они нежно обнялись, но Карина заподозрила, что эти объятия были вовсе не романтическими. Уж больно спокойно на них реагировала товарищ Крамплботтом. (Karina was ready to defy fate, so she invited David for a walk. When they met, they hugged tenderly, but Karina suspected that these hugs were not romantic at all. Comrade Crumplebottom reacted too calmly to them)

Для создания нужной атмосферы Карина потащила Давида в ресторан. (To create the right atmosphere, Karina dragged David to the restaurant)

Но в конце ужина парень поблагодарил ее за прекрасный дружеский вечер. То есть как, дружеский?! А как же любовь? (But at the end of dinner, the guy thanked her for a wonderful, friendly evening. What do you mean, friendly?! And what about love?)

Домой возвращаться не хотелось, и девушка пошла в ночной клуб. Видимо, в этот день был вечер пенсионеров. Иначе как объяснить, что она уснула на танцполе? (I didn’t want to return home, so the girl went to a nightclub. Apparently, that day was a pensioners' evening. How else can you explain that she fell asleep on the dance floor?)

Карина испытывала досаду. Она хотела быть любимой, важной и ценной хоть для кого-то. Уборка помогала ей привести чувства в порядок. (Karina was frustrated. She wanted to be loved, important and valuable to at least someone. Cleaning helped her put her feelings in order)

Может папа увидит, какая она трудолюбивая, и похвалит ее? Но тот хвалил и гладил только своего дурацкого пса. (Maybe dad will see how hardworking she is and praise her? But he praised and stroked only his stupid dog)

На следующий день Карина отправилась на рынок, чтобы купить себе чего-нибудь новенького. (The next day Karina went to the market to buy herself something new)

Там она встретила свою подружку Аду в новенькой школьной форме. Карине было немного обидно слушать, как родители Ады, Анфиса и Эдуард, помогали ей поступить в частную школу. (There she met her friend Ada in a brand new school uniform. Karina was a little offended to listen to how Ada’s parents, Anfisa and Eduard, helped her enroll in a private school)

Пожалуй, папа Карины занимается только своими собаками, а не собственной дочерью. (Perhaps Karina’s dad only cares about his dogs, and not about his own daughter)

Может псам еще Каринину комнату отдать? Лерой уже примеривается к ее кровати. (Maybe should give Karinin’s room to the dogs? Leroy is already adjusting himself to her bed)

Мама Карины увлеченно пишет шедевры. (Karina's mother enthusiastically writes masterpieces)

Если Карина начнет хорошо рисовать, может мама ее похвалит, и им будет что вместе обсудить? Только пока шедевры у девочки не получаются. (If Karina starts drawing well, maybe her mother will praise her, and they will have something to discuss together? It’s just that the girl doesn’t paint any masterpieces yet)

Зато Сашка открыл свои рестораны в новых аэропортах, увеличив бюджет семьи на 55 000 симолеонов. (But Sasha opened his restaurants in new airports, increasing the family budget by 55,000 simoleons)

Этой новостью Катя была обязана поделиться с соседями, но Илью больше впечатляла красота Анфисы, чем богатство Кати. (Katya really wanted to share this news with her neighbors, but Ilya was more impressed by Anfisa’s beauty than Katya’s wealth)

Тогда Катя решила ему доказать, что она тоже еще молода, энергична и хороша собой, в процессе чуть не отбив Илье его мужественность. (Then Katya decided to prove to him that she, too, was still young, energetic and pretty, in the process almost knocking off Ilya’s masculinity)

[derpdino34]

Secret legacy pt. 2

Chapter 10

Following a random stranger to a pickup truck that leads to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere is the dumbest thing Robby can do.

Yet, he’s doing that right now.

Throughout the whole car ride there was silence as Robby looked out the window. Robby was just realizing how stupid this was. He can be sold on the black market or taken to some government agency to be experimented on. They got to their destination and Robby was started to feel uneasy. Where was Mo? She should be back home With Thrash’s new alt mode or she probably noticed that he was missing and was probably looking for him. Well, if she was doing that, she better hurry up. Robby knew Mo was smart enough not to follow strangers.

Robby entered the wearhouse. It was poorly illuminated by blue lights and the inside was scarily clean.

“My assistants will transport your friend to the medical facility and as for you-“

Meridian put a mechanical hand on Robby’s shoulder.

“I want to ask you some questions.”

The wearhouse, it was old but livable. Several boxes were scattered around. Multiple screens that had some bot parts identified. But . . . In the corner of Robby’s eye, he swore he saw a random bot’s hand getting dragged away into the dark crevices of the warehouse. Multiple eyes were watching his every movement, Robby’s stomach churned.

“Are you coming?” Meridian’s voice called out.

“Yeah coming!” Robby quickly turned and started to run towards the biggest part of the whole building.

“This machine was designed to put and fix transformers and this will certainly help your friend.” The Doctor turned around and smiled at the boy. But Robby was too busy to pay attention to what Meridian was saying and staring at the giant abomination that was this machine. It had several different kinds of ‘hands’ that had different types of medical instruments on it and look like a misshapen beehive. He heard something scurrying closer. Robby quickly turned around to see those spider bots carrying Twitch’s unconscious body.

“Hey!” Robby yelled as he grabbed a metal pipe that was a desk.

“Don’t you dare touch Twitch!” Ready to strike, Robby charged at the spider bots with full force but was stopped when Meridian garbed the metal pipe out of Robby’s hands.

“Woah their my friend, where did this come from?” Meridian was holding the metal pipe.

“It- It was You!” Screamed before charging at the doctor.

“You’re the one who attacked me in the woods.” Meridian dogged Robby’s outburst.

“Oh no,no,no! There must been a huge misunderstanding.” Meridian crushed the metal pipe in his mechanical, right hand.

“These bots are fun little creatures. Don’t judge all of them just because they’re a few bad apples.”

Meridian gestured to one of these “friendly spider bots.”

“Why don’t you show them Daisy?”

“Daisy” and the other spider bots started to form a pyramid with”daisy” on the top making a little hurrah when it was finished.

Robby was dumbfounded then he heard a clapping behind him. He turned around to see Thrash clapping with Mo right behind with a lollipop in her mouth.

“Robby! Mo!” Alex yelled as he walked through the woods. A day into this move and he already lost the kids. Ohh, what’s going to happen to them? They can be murdered, kidnapped, o-or they’re stuck somewhere with nobody to rescue them.

“No! They’re probably in town getting . . . Ice cream! Yes that!.” Alex told himself.

“They’re probably, in town.”

“I’m afraid that’s not true Mr. Malto.”

Alex nearly jumped out of his skin as he turns around to see Optimus Prime right behind him, Alex wanted to die right there. Prime unsheathed his mask showing a wide grin. Even though, his grin was covered by malice.

“W-W-What d-do you m-mean?” Alex kept tripping over his words. He felt that his whole body giving up on him.

“People reported to me that some spider bots have kidnapped your children, Mr. Malto.”

Alex whole world just shattered. Robby and Morgan, his babies, taken from home. He felt his knees give up on him. He fell to his knees, Optimus did nothing as Alex was fell.

“But the good news is that Elita may have found where those rascals went off to.” Optimus knelt down to Alex’s level, he wanted the man to look at him.

“If we hurry, we may have a chance to save them.” Optimus transformed into a truck and tried to convince Alex to come inside. Alex hated to step in the alt mode of a transformer, made him feel trapped. Optimus roared as he transformed one of his arms to grab Alex to throw him into the cab.

“WE DON’T HAVE ALL DAY!”

Optimus sped out of the woods and on to the highway. He was driving like a madman and Alex was sure he was never going to see his kids again.

[dandyville]

Community Lots in Version 0.1

Same with the uninhabited residential lots here's a list of community lots in Dandyville version 0.1!

Aquamarine Quarter, 58 Dandy Main Way This quarter once was a bustling fish market. As pet fish gained popularity, it slowly evolved into a hub about ANYTHING to do with the world's most abundant fluid. Now it has become a centre for Sims to swim, soak, splash, and submerse themselves into!

Amenities, Shops & Activities: Outdoor Pool, Hot Tubs, Hot Dog Cart, Pet Fish Store, Ice Cream & Smoothie Parlor, Swimsuit Store, Diving Aquarium, Spa

Dandyville Carnival, 70 Dandy Main Way The carnival is in town! And has been for a while. In fact, nobody seems to remember when they first set up, but they have been a consistent sight in Dandyville ever since.

Amenities, Shops & Activities: 6 Unique Carnival Games, Prize Booth, Fortune Teller Machine, Candle & Mask Merchant, Cotton Candy Cart, Smoothie Stand, Hot Shrimp Skewer Stand, Pinball & Arcade Games, Skydiving Simulator, Mechanical Bull

Dandyville Farmer's Market, 78 Olive Avenue This market is where the neighborhood's proudest farmers present their bountiful produce. From honey to roses, you will find quality homegrown stuff -- even everything to start a garden of your own!

Amenities, Shops & Activities: Fresh Produce Stands, Baking Supplies, Vegetable Seeds, Berry Stands, Florist

[ducks-and-stuff]

How to build a house; a comprehensive guide by Jimmy Solidarity. 

You don’t, first of all. Build one that is. You steal one, and you go to the market for new locks, and you hope and pray that whoever owned this place before you doesn’t come poking around ever again. There’s Ivy on the walls now though, and the roof is partly collapsed over to the left over there, and everything is entirely overgrown so- it’s abandoned, the whole neighborhood looks very abandoned, so they’re probably not. And you’re alone. And it’s fine. 

2. It’s fine. You take a dust coated broom from the closet and run the faucet until the rust colored water turns into something that looks drinkable and eat a couple canned peaches from the cellar. You look around at the barely habitable place around you and you fix it. You’re fixing it. You collect boards and nails for the ceiling, take the debris into the waste disposal at the nearest town, the quaint little one you passed on the way over. Kill a pregnant spider, and manage not to abandon the half baked plan of yours entirely when it’s babies subsequently explode everywhere. You do it, you’re doing it, and this is what success must feel like. You clean the bath, the sink, you hate the mirror but it’s okay because the water systems and most of the electrical sockets work. And then you’re done one day. It’s not exactly homely, but it’s a little livable, and when there is nothing left to clean, or salvage, or keep you occupied anymore there’s a queen sized bed in one of the bedrooms. And it is at that point that you look back on everything that has happened over the past year and who knows how long and realize that yes you are tired, and yes a nap sounds very nice. So you curl up into it, and sleep for a very, very, very long time. 

3. Realize you were wrong. That’s what comes next You wake up, sit in silence for five minutes, and immediately realize that there’s more to do, isn’t there? There’s always more to do. It’s barely livable anyways and cottagecore? The great Jimmy Solidarity is not some fairy tale in the forest he’s- he’s- he’s the guy who plants a garden. Fixes the fence out back. Fill the empty space with work and work and work and it works. Get  a heater, get a water filter, kill some of the cows outside in this lawless land because sheep and chicken and cattle are content to roam the streets apparently and store the meat in an icebox when the fridge randomly stops working. One mini-fridge, two mini-fridges, you are an unstoppable mini-fridge machine Solidarity. Good for you! What’s this? Whatever poor suckers lived here before only owned one of those old boxy tv’s with a twisted antennae? It hasn’t been the  90’s in several decades! Replace it, throw that thing down the cellar stairs and laugh like a maniac when you hear it shatter on the ground. It feels good. It has to feel good. Some weird, beautiful, twisted form of good. Throw more things down the stairs just to to chase that fleeting feeling. The twinkling of bells. Somehow the wall acquires  a fist-shaped hole. Somehow your hand gets bruised. This place has everything but bandages, it doesn’t matter. You have a tub of ice cream next to the meat and Golden Girls plays on loop when you lie down to rot in the living room. Scream into the pillow. 

4. You get a cat. You’re not supposed to get a cat. You know this. Getting attached to anything ever again is unhealthy, more people should learn this from you. The cat, obviously, does not care. It shows up one day, follows you home after you’ve had the bright idea to go farther than the front porch for some fresh air. Adventure and all that. The cat is probably tired of all the condescending cows roaming the landscape and so follows you home, and every time it leaves it inevitably comes back, and now it’s a cat and it’s yours. One that purs when you scratch it. One that curls up next to the heater sometimes early in the morning. Kills a mouse and presents it proudly at the room to your door. It likes golden girls too, because sometimes at night when bed is too far away it curls up next to you on the couch and you breathe in and out into its fur. The cat looks in your direction when you sit and awkwardly talk on the phone. You name it after a serial killer. 

5. You work. You can’t- it was fine when it was just you there because, well, you didn’t matter all that much. Really. Just keep up appearances when going out and all was well. No-one asked questions. But now the damned cat is needy. Giving it some old frozen mini-pancakes was a bad plan actually, because he’s now got a taste for them and won’t leave it alone. Who has disgusting mini-pancakes just lying around anyways? This is England- you- you hope it’s England. Most people here have British accent anyways, but regardless, the cat wants mini-pancakes. You hate the cat for this, but you hate everything else too at this point so it’s fine. The cat- Norman, also has a bad habit of getting into places no matter the amount of sensible barriers are put up between him and the offending object. Walls? Squeeze around them.  Windows? Finds another route. Doors? Nope. Magical teleporting cat winds up in the room anyways, which means now you have to clean the dangerous cellar stairs now too. Amazing. You go down there and get a piece of glass stuck in your foot in the process before the bright idea of wearing shoes presents itself. Cats eat meat and cat food, and milk isn’t healthy for them. Norman feeds himself a lot. It doesn’t matter. You used to head into town maybe once every two weeks. Now you do it more. There’s no set reason behind why but you’re blaming the cat anyways. So you get out more, and you have a cat and the cat jumps up onto the off-kilter dining room table to eat some of your meals. There is still no guide out on what to feel about all this. Someone who isn’t you should write a book.  6. You suck it up and hang their pictures on the wall. You don’t have many, but you have some in the backpack downstairs, and that first day of college with Grian and Martyn by your side looks down at you when you place it up in the entrance to the hallway. Grian is smiling cheekily, you are smiling with way too much enthusiasm, you pretend Martyn isn’t there. There are other photos too, all in that same hallway. Your arm around Big B. The property police station. The first day of Evo. A rare moment of you and Pearl wearing smiles that aren’t somewhat strained. So you hang them up, and you get them nice little frames because the photos themselves are crumpled and a little yellowed around the edges. At some point you point to them and say to Norman that these are his uncles and aunts and then pause before you explain why he’s never going to meet them. He steals some of your fish again. Nobody seems to care.

7. You cry a lot

8. You drink tea. You make a good attempt at baking Norman a birthday cake. The sun rises and you rise with it. You decorate a little bit with some stuff you’ve gathered from town and people who’s love language is gift giving. You breathe in. You breathe out. You tell yourself it’s going to be okay, really, and if it isn’t then at least you are trying your best. You stuff the note in the bedroom drawer, and hope that one day you will forget the words etched into the paper. You won’t, you know you won’t, but maybe pretending it will is just what progress looks like. 

9. Joel comes over. He- he wants to see where you live. You told him a little about it, and now he wants to see it, because you might have been a little too honest and Joel gets too worried for his own good. Wild animals roaming in the street and all that. Not up to standard. You are Jimmy Solidarity, throw out the old standard and make a new one. Joel doesn’t acknowledge that joke, but he does stare wide eyed at the neighborhood you call home when you finally finish the bike up, and sends you a slightly panicked look you pretend not to see. It’s manageable. The stovetop works. It’s fine. Joel keeps his mouth shut politely all the way up until you enter that hallway, at which point he asks why the walls are so bare. But it’s for the best that you took those pictures down today, really, because had then he might have asked about the people in them, and you would have just gaped like a fish. So you shrug. And his face is scrunched up into the patented Joel ‘I’m very concerned’. stare. It fades when he sees the cat though. He’s more of a dog person himself but everyone’s a Norman person so it doesn’t really matter. You sit down, he pets the cat, you serve some tea with lemon, he wins at Monopoly. Then when it gets too late he tells you he’ll see you for the build battle on Monday, and hugs you goodbye. You tell him not to get eaten by the dangerous wild cows on the way down. You both smile. 

10. Home doesn’t sound right. Is it supposed to? Probably. If you live there and all. If you’ve got a cat roommate and photos on the walls more often than not. If you’ve got a bunch of mini-fridges and fairy lights strung up in the bedroom and a little mosaic made up of shattered glass that shimmers when the sun hits it just right. So it’s home. It must be. But still… When Fwhip invites you to join empires you lock the door and pack your bags, and it is much easier than one might have initially considered to leave. 

[mechanical-magician]

BOMB RUSH CYBERFUNK HEADCANONS: CYBERHEADS EDITION

(Just general headcanons about how cyberheads work)

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD

Headcanon Directory >>

> Cyberheads are only just now becoming common place, as the procedure/materials have become more affordable.

> Getting a cyberhead is generally only done as a last resort (ie: The Old Head who had brain tumors)

> A cyberhead that is PROPERLY dismounted from its body can control it for about a minute before there's issues. No head means no way to breathe, so it essentially works as long as the person can hold their breath

> Therefore, removing your head should only be done if absolutely necessary

> Red does not use this ability responsibly. He thinks the "what, no head?" joke is funny every time

> Each new group of cyberhead models become more efficient and compact, as well as moving certain things into better places

> Red's head model isn't as old as the Old Head's head, but it's not new by any stretch, hence why no one on the street has it.

> Specifically in Red's case, the 4 slits on the front of his face are for olfactory purposes (smells). He breathes through a system of vents that are on the underside of his head, around where his chin is (he doesn't like scarves because they make it harder to breathe. Later models were updated to move the breathing apparatus further up to avoid this problem)

> Cyberheads don't have a mouth, so they can't eat. They live off of a liquid diet, and as a result, smoothie/milkshake/other liquid specialty joints have exploded in popularity. Your regular fast food places also had to expand their options (McDonald's in this world ended up having a classaction lawsuit over their ice cream machines never working, as that left cyberheads with nothing of substance for them to drink. The results still haven't been figured out yet.)

> Other robotic body parts are still being developed, but are much more difficult to perfect, mostly owing to weight and pricing.

> As we learn in the game, a person's memories are transferred to the new head. The adjustment period is accordingly pretty long and rough.

> New cyberheads are prone to blackouts because of the system still adjusting with their body.

> Red being a sentient cyberhead with no human memories is a special case. He's the only straight up "robot".

> Cyberheads are waterproof! Well-- to fresh water. Salt water is VERY BAD for them, and can straight up kill them if the water manages to get to their memory core.

> Cyberheads are susceptible to overheating. All models have fans somewhere to expell heat and cool down, just like computers. Red's cooling fans are the two booster looking things on the back of his head!

> Moral of the story? Take care of your electronics

> Can Cyberheads get drunk? Not traditionally. If they drink an alcoholic beverage, they won't feel the drunk effects (however, they do still get alcohol in their blood, so they still need to drink responsibly). What has humanity always managed to do throughout history? Figure out how to get drunk. There's an underground market of things similar to batteries that can be inserted into a cyberhead to feel the drunken effects. Effects fade after a certain amount of time (basically the "battery" running out)