#Poke Restaurant Concepts

[unstable-samurai]

Breathing This Calm Night - smut

Yunjin x Male Reader

ONE-SHOT

Tags: fluff, oral sex, one-shot, tightjob, penetration, k-idol, famous girl, secret relationship

A/n: This is my first request. Thanks @dav1233555 for the plot suggestion 🫡

The two of you were anxiously dragging yourself towards the end of the day. Slowly the hours passed, seeming to last longer than they should, while a hurried and hard routine was followed, with no time to even exchange a few messages.

But you were finally free, at least for now, from the mess that is a magazine of international relevance.

I'm arriving

You read the message and smiled at the phone screen. It wasn't crowded at the restaurant you chose to have dinner at. You reflected for a moment, and thought there was a bit of madness in what you two were doing, but it was indisputable that it was genuine and pure.

Truth be told, this whole thing was real. And thinking that this could be a bit crazy (in other people's eyes, to be more precise) only made your panoramic view of society more bitter.

After all, what was so great about being a foreigner and dating a K-idol? Well, you weren't the guy who was going to change the view of an entire society, so worrying about it was useless.

At least there was some security that this relationship would not be leaked to the media. Well, you were in fact part of the fucking media. There was support from the magazine you worked for (not that you were the owner or anything), and at least no one on your team would poke your eye out. Some other editors you trust already knew about your relationship. It was one of the countless advantages of being in a high position in the company and having a strong influence on what happened inside. I mean, someone from the magazine could try to fuck with you, snakes exist everywhere, doing this in an attempt to self-promote or even abandon ship, handing over the leak of your relationship to another magazine or tabloid (in the headline the motherfuckers would find a way to use the word "affair", just because your previous relationship ended a month before you met Yunjin). But you would discover the funny guy so easily that there wouldn't even be any fun in solving the mystery. All it took was a single call to your father, simply the greatest editor-in-chief who worked at the magazine's headquarters. Already retired, but still exercising great decision-making power thanks to his long years of contributions to the magazine. Your old man was seen almost as a royal advisor or a wise monk where directors, managers and editors from various sectors of the magazine went to ask for advice and help. You were relatively shielded from leaks.

You noticed her approaching. Well disguised, with glasses, hair tied back and comfortable clothes. She looked like just another ordinary girl. You couldn't help but notice the NY Knicks sweatshirt you had given her as a gift, it was both of your favorite team.

She greeted you with a discreet hug. You still hadn't gotten used to the fact that you couldn't give a peck in public que in South Korea. In your perception, it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Hi, baby! How are you?" she asked you as she sat down at the table.

"Better now, honey. What about you?"

"The same!"

"Was the day as hard as always?" you asked.

"Yeah, definitely!" she replied. Yunjin seemed eager for this question. She continued: “In the morning I had rap class. By the way, I think I'm getting better. Oh, and in the afternoon I recorded my lines, like, over and over again. The music producer has a very specific vision of what he wants for this track. He apologized and admitted that it might take some time to achieve the desired result.”

"Well, I trust your talent. Remember that you and your group are dealing with a delicate concept. I have seen up close the production of albums that address intimate themes, it is always a challenge, but also a true work and certainly a amazing gift for the fans. You girls are going to do great."

Yunjin laughed, a little shyly.

"It feels like I'm talking to a music critic instead of my boyfriend."

"Well, you're actually talking to a music critic. Oh, by the way, I remembered that I won't be writing the article about Le Sserafim's new album like I said before."

Her expression was one of surprise. Yunjin asked:

"Is it because of me?”

"Yes." you answered honestly. “Well, look, love, I'm prioritizing our relationship and thinking about the future. If this is for real, eventually the press will hear about us together, and a review from me about my girlfriend's music group obviously it would make my opinion seem partial and biased. It's just to avoid future problems."

"Okay" She looked upset. "But I'll still want to know your opinion when you hear the album."

"I'm really looking forward to hearing it." You smiled, making her feel better. "I left the review about the new album for a good friend of mine to write. I really respect her opinion."

"Well, i think we're in good hands. But let's stop talking about work for a bit!"

The waiter seemed to have heard Yunjin's speech as he appeared to save them right after she finished saying that. Yunjin had great taste in food, that's why she always chose the order for the two of you, you weren't the "culinary trailblazer" type; a few months in South Korea and you only knew five typical dishes (always returning to the arms of the big fast-food chains).

"Oh, I almost forgot to give you this!" You handed her a gift. "It had been on my lap for so long that I had forgotten I had brought it with me."

"Oh, baby! You didn't have to do that!"

She started to unwrap it.

"Hope you like."

You waited for her reaction. Yunjin smiled and made a cute little noise when she saw that it was a book (although she already knew from the shape of the gift wrap).

"You know I love reading! Thank you so much."

"It's The Alchemist. I know you love fantasy and this silly self-help thing. This book is a mix of both."

You saw her eyes light up.

"You're perfect. I love how well you know me. And self-help isn't silly, it's very good for evolving as a human being." she scolded you.

You shrugged.

"It's not the kind of thing I'd like to put on my bookshelf. But to each their own.”

She laughed.

"I'm still going to make you read one of these."

"Well, I've already read The Alchemist. If for me it's average, for you it will be a masterpiece."

★

It was around 10pm when the two of you finally arrived at your apartment. Dinner was very good, especially dessert (that bingsu thing was really delicious), and by that night there was no more energy for more fun, it was preferable to have a good night's sleep so that the next day you could do something together. Even so, Yunjin hummed excitedly in the car on the way home. You appreciated all that joy.

You took off your shoes while Yunjin took off her NY Knicks sweatshirt, leaving only a tight tank top on her body. You noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra by the way her breasts showed through the fabric of her tank top. You slowly approached her and grabbed her from behind, kissing her repeatedly. Yunjin wrapped her hands around your neck as she giggled at the series of kisses.

“Will you be my teddy bear tonight?” she asked sweetly. “I need your affection so much, baby.”

“Whatever you need, sweetie.” You said as you kissed her on the neck.

Things were heating up. Your hands slid down Yunjin's soft belly, heavy sighs escaped her mouth unconsciously.

“Look, we still need to shower.” she said.

"No problem." you answered.

“You're putting me in the mood. I'm warning you that if you keep touching me like this, you're going to have to go all the way to finish what you started.”

“And since when has this been a problem for me?” you asked as you led her to the couch.

You took off your shirt and belt from your pants. Yunjin took off her jeans, leaving only her tank top and adorable pink panties. Your hand slid down Yunjin's left thigh while you kissed her right thigh. That was more than enough to give her goosebumps. She had her legs wide open, waiting, almost begging, for you to touch that place. Instead of doing it right away, you decided to play with her a little, kissing and biting her inner thigh while using one of your hands to lightly massage her pussy through her panties. Your lips slid to Yunjin's crotch, where you licked the entire area, she reveled in the act, trying hard not to close her legs with the spasms she was having. It didn't take long for a wet stain to darken the pink of the panties. When you finally removed Yunjin's panties, you saw how wet she was. So horny that she couldn't wait for you, fingering her pussy slowly, opening it with her fingers so you could see how drooling she was; a successful action of provoking you. Then you realized how hard your cock was, pulsing in your pants, painfully tight, which made you hornier.

Without wasting any more time, you dived between Yunjin's legs, eager to taste her (that flavor that was becoming increasingly familiar and addictive… Part of your life. Yeah, we could put it that way), your tongue delighting in the taste and the cozy warmth of the inside of her pussy, while Yunjin moaned softly, digging her nails into the sofa cushions.

“I love it when you suck me like that, baby. You make me feel so good!” she moaned.

At one point she asked to stop because her lust was unbearable and that way he would have an orgasm in a short time.

“I want to feel your cock inside me now.” she said. You had just taken off your underwear when she added, “Wait, what if we fuck in the bathroom. Let’s save time, what do you think?”

Your response was to lift her off the couch and take her to the bathroom. You turned on the light with your elbow and, before you could think of anything, she said:

“Fuck me like this! Your cock goes deep into my pussy when you fuck me in the air.”

You kissed her intensely while you tried to fit your dick into her pussy. The feeling of your cock sliding inside Yunjin was wonderful. Upon realizing that your cock was well placed inside her, you grabbed Yunjin's thighs tightly and began to thrust into her energetically while she held onto you, moaning compulsively.

And Yunjin was right, your dick went deep in that position. You could feel her deep inside, the entire length of your cock was being used, and she loved it. When she announced her orgasm, you wanted to make sure it was intense and pleasurable, the way it made her roll her eyes, so you lifted her a little higher, grabbing her ass, while Yunjin wrapped her legs inside your arms, making her practically hang from you and her pussy is completely inside your dick.

“Oh God, Baby! I’m cumming!”

She trembled holding onto you, while you practically rubbed her pussy on your dick, always rotating it close to your body. It was just a shame that you couldn't enjoy her eyes rolling back at the moment of orgasm, you simply loved seeing her go crazy with pleasure, but there was also a certain contentment in just knowing that it happened.

You sat Yunjin down on the sink and there you started fucking her again, looking deeply into her eyes. At one point she looked at you with so much passion, so much desire that there was a sudden growing desire to fill her pussy with your load of cum.

“Hang me, love.” she asked affectionately.

Her hand wrapped around just over half of her neck, serving as support to fuck her even harder. Sweat running down both bodies, your gaze was lost between the mirror's reflection, her eyes, her tits and her expressions of pleasure. With the sensations highlighted, you realized how much you loved Yunjin and how much this feeling contributed to eminent pleasure during sex.

Holy shit! You were almost there.

You thought about how much you wanted to go deep into this, literally to the end, but you were without a condom and suddenly stopping the act to go get a condom at the end of the championship was a bit... discouraging.

But you have an idea.

“Stand up, sweetie” you said. “Let’s try something new.”

Yunjin got out of the sink, looking at you excitedly.

“Get in the shower stall with me.” you asked, opening the door.

"What do you want to do?"

“It’s nothing out of this world, but it occurred to me that you’ve never given me a tightjob, I think it’s time we tried it.”

She had some assumptions about what this position was, but you helped her anyway. Yunjin was a rather tall girl, so there were no problems for your dick to fit between her thighs, the result was perfect, nothing uncomfortable. You thought about turning on the shower to lube up a little, but her pussy was so wet and the continuous sweat running down between her thighs was already more than great. You grabbed Yunjin's waist tightly and she crossed her legs a little, squeezing your dick.

You began to thrust into her, your cock sliding back and forth as you dragged Yunjin's labia. So you discovered in the best way that this was very pleasurable for both of you. The internal heat started inside you again and gradually you lost yourself in that exciting sensation. As you approached the final explosion, you bestially grabbed Yunjin in every way possible, sliding your sweat-damp hands down her belly, squeezing her breasts and slapping her ass. You lost yourself in the voluptuousness that was Yunjin's body and- Fuck! She loved it. She loved being your instrument of pleasure, knowing that the person she loved so much reached maddening peaks of passion, desire and lust for her. A juice of feelings for an insatiable thirst.

“Oh baby! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna-”

Without any warning, Yunjin began to move her hips in a rhythm that immediately took you to the precipice of pleasure. The soft, hot, wet, suffocating skin of her thighs dancing over your cock. This was too much for you. When you came, you hugged Yunjin tightly, holding her as if your life depended on it, giving in to inconstant and uncontrollable moans close to her ear. The frantic thrusts lost their rhythm, going deeper and slower through Yunjin's thighs. She held your arms affectionately, waiting for your breathing to become less labored before kissing you.

"I love you." You said to her.

The phrase was so loaded with something that covered your feelings at that moment, and you wished she was the woman of your life and would never leave your side.

"I love you too!" said Yunjin when she found a way out of your tongue. “Baby, you don’t know how much.”

“This took longer than expected. Let’s take our shower.”

“Yep! Let's go."

You turned on the shower. The hot running water was invigorating, even more so being next to Yunjin, you didn't know that sharing certain intimacies was so special until you finally did it with her. you soaped Yunjin's entire body, she helped you wash your back and you shampooed her hair, gently massaging her scalp; it was cute how it relaxed her, she seemed so surrendered to you in that moment, and just a few months ago you were sitting across from her and the other Le Sserafim girls, asking incisive questions about the creative process of their latest album. That's where it all started, after all. And who could say where it would end?

“Hey, baby, let me shampoo your hair now.” Yunjin said with a cutie smile.

Nobody, you thought. Nobody could say.

A/n: sorry for any grammatical errors 😅

[cx-boxbox]

I was going to write a fic about Lando wanting to wear pretty clothes, but I gave up after a couple scenes. Anyway, here's the only part I kept:

Lando’s fingers twitch nervously as he collects his packages, fiddling with the corners and ducking under the tape sealing the flaps shut, but he’s careful not to accidentally open them where anyone can see. It was already embarrassing enough to ask the concierge for them, and he cringed at the heavily branded boxes. The lady probably now thinks he has a secret girlfriend or something.

It’s nice out in Melbourne, and Lando is more than happy to swap the polo and jeans he wore to the paddock for a new purple v-neck that’s so soft and light to the touch it might disintegrate between his fingers and shorts that are just a tad bit shorter than the ones he ran around the city in. He has already been photographed without his shirt within days of arriving, so if he does bump into someone, it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise.

But it is really just Lando’s luck that he quite literally smacks into his teammate’s back as he rounds the corner.

Oscar straightens with his bucket of ice, blinks at him, and asks, “Where are you going in such a rush?”

Lando folds his arms over his chest.

“Dinner. Not a foreign concept to you, hopefully.”

“‘Course not.” What is a foreign concept is how Oscar’s gaze keeps drifting south, flickering between the plunging neckline of Lando’s shirt and his upper thighs.

Oh, how interesting, he thinks, amused. Out loud, he asks, “Wanna come with? I have no idea which places are trainer-approved.”

It takes a moment for Oscar to shrug and respond, “Sure, why not. Teammate bonding and such, right?”

Lando gasps and plucks the bucket from Oscar’s hands. He pokes Oscar’s shoulder for good measure. “We’re plenty bonded, mate!” Not as much as he’d like, but still. “Just admit that you’re simply leaping at the idea of spending time with me away from the paddock.”

“I’m going to bring you to a seafood restaurant.”

“Aah! No, no, don't do that. I dressed up so pretty, I even shaved, and you’re not ruining my hard work with, eugh, fish.”

Once again, Oscar’s gaze travels over Lando’s figure, and Lando is incredibly delighted to see red tinting his cheeks. He preens a little, which he cannot be blamed for.

It’s so flattering that it more than makes up for Oscar’s simple affirming, “Hm.”

God, Lando would be so over this whole flirting-not-quite-boyfriends thing if it wasn’t so entertaining. He just hopes that Oscar’s patience doesn’t run out before either one of them gives in and just confesses. He also hopes that he isn’t misreading anything either. That would be fucking humiliating.

The little smiles and full-body laughter Lando regularly receives from him keeps him hopeful at best and delusional at worst.

On the way to Oscar’s hotel room, Lando asks what he planned on doing with the ice, and he only receives a shrug and a mumbled, “You never know when you just need a bucket of ice.”

“That’s fair.”

“Speaking of ice, are you going to be cold in just that? It gets cooler in the evenings, and your circulation sucks.”

“A price I’m willing to pay. Have you considered that maybe your circulation is working overtime? That it might be doing too much?” Lando retorts in lieu of admitting that he didn’t actually think that far ahead in his nervous excitement. A green hoodie promptly hits him in the face.

It’s not McLaren merch. It’s OP81 merch, and it smells like Oscar. Lando resists the urge to ball it up and shove his face into it.

“Just hold onto it if you don’t wanna wear it now,” Oscar says before disappearing into the bathroom. He re-emerges in a long-sleeved shirt and trousers that don’t have drawstrings. Lando almost breathes a sigh of relief. Small mercies.

Oscar’s hoodie also ends up being one of those small mercies, and Lando burrows into it comfortably as they take a longer route back to the hotel because the city after dark is nice. Oscar raises an eyebrow at him in his subtly gloating fashion, which Lando ignores in favor of tucking his nose into the collar.

“You look prettier in my hoodie,” Oscar mumbles.

“Huh?”

“Never mind. We’re here anyway.”

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors LOOK THE OTHER WAY

Ch 007: Buckle Up, Baby

A night in the town with Eddie takes a spicy turn when an outfit on display catches your eyes. And what do ya know? It’s your exact measurement…

* = somewhat smut

** = smut

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

word count: 3.5k words

disclaimers & warnings — dialogue heavy, arguing, trauma dumping again, angst, yearning, shy girl yelling at eddie (as she should), sexual tension, grinding, thigh riding, car canoodling 🫣

“She’s a black magic woman, she’s trying to make a devil out of me.”

♡

Spellbinding is the best word you can think of to describe Nocturna, a town spookier than Hawkins just 20 minutes inland. It sure lives up to its name, with the average closing time for restaurants, bars, and shops being 3:30 AM.

“This city is so cute,” you beam. “Love the late night vibe it’s got going on.”

“Right?” Eddie agrees. “If Hawkins were a Spencer’s, ‘Turna would be the back of it.”

Eds takes you to El Diablo Bar & Grill where you settle for a ‘TURNA Tossed salad’ and beer. ‘The Eddie Special’ may have left you full, but there’s no way you’d ever pass up free food.

Your boss helps himself to a couple of beers as well, both of them way too hoppy for your liking. And just as you predicted, downing two of those bad boys after smoking a shit ton of weed has its repercussions.

“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing?”

Personal space is a foreign concept for Eddie whenever he’s under the influence. Not like that’s any new information. You just didn’t expect him to be so tender, affectionately fiddling with your hair, using it as a mustache, and then attempting to braid it. You’re surprised because he actually does pretty well.

“Where’d you learn how to braid?” you ask.

“Taught myself,” he replies. “That way if Nancy ever calls out, someone at Hellfire would at least know how to do hair. Luckily I haven’t ran into that problem yet.”

“That’s really thoughtful,” you swoon as Eddie goes to braid your other side.

“I’m also learning how to curl hair,” Eddie adds. “If I could get past burning myself with the iron, that’d be great. Until then, I’ll always vouch for a traditional sock bun.”

You watch has he loops your hair around itself to secure the braid, just as he did the first one. Then comes the unpredictable. Suddenly, you’re taken aback when Eddie gives your hair a tug. Aggressively.

“Eddie!” you cry out.

He spirals into an outrageous belly laugh.

You shove Eddie away from you in a playful form of disgust, his dramatics launching him right out of his seat. Customers start to look your way. You hide your face in embarrassment.

“I think you’ve flown off the handle,” you accuse.

“No,” he denies. “Just comfortable that’s all.”

“Yeah and a bully,” you hiss, undoing your braids out of spite. He knows you’re kidding around.

“What?” Eddie questions, reeling you in via bar stool, smirk growing more and more prominent the closer you get. “You don’t like that I pull hair?”

“That’s enough, you little freak.”

Eddie stops, jokingly wincing at your harsh words. "Thought you were into freaks."

"...Shut up,” is all you can think to say.

"Come on..." he taunts, giving your side a soft pinch. “You know I'm right."

He is right.

You poke his stomach with one of your pointy fingers.

"Okay, and what if I was? Does that get you off? Mr. Know-It-All?”

Eddie clears his throat and squirms in his seat.

"No, actually,” he shakes his head, leaning into your touch. “Cuz that's just not true.”

Your eyes find each other again.

An apology lingers in the air. Eddie bites his lower lip as he stares, closing the gap between you two with a slight turn of his knee. You explore his dark irises, his wide pupils. When fixated on you, they emit what appears to be sorrow, with just a pinch of regret.

"Sometimes I'm wrong. And I fuck up,” he admits. “Whether I like to admit it or not."

Eddie chugs the remainder of his pint before slamming it.

You shrug. “Yeah. Like when you told me to get off my phone today but stayed on yours the entire time.”

Eddie chuckles away from you.

“Playing music…” you persist, leaning into him a little more. “Texting people…”

“You jealous?” he questions, tongue rolling around in his cheek.

“In your dreams,” you lie.

You’re so close to him now you can practically smell the beer. He inches closer, the front portion of his curly locks tickling the side of your face.

“In your dreams.”

Your thighs clench. In your dreams, indeed. Eddie winks at you like he knows.

“Whatever you say,” you scoff. “Freak.”

———— 🌹————

After dinner, you and Eddie decide to walk around the shopping strip. Eddie walks closest to the street, leaving you on the innermost part of the sidewalk like a gentleman.

“So who’s Wayne? Heard you and Henry talking about him before we left.”

“He's my uncle,” Eddie answers. “Pretty much raised me since I was a kid. I owe a lot to him.”

You continue to walk. Somehow along the way, you and Eddie end up strolling with your arms around each other. He turns to ask,

“Who is Max?”

“Max?” you’re stunned to hear that name roll off his tongue. Despite him helping with her YMCA membership, you had always registered them as being worlds apart from each other. “She’s my sister.”

Eddie slowly nods in understanding.

“Her full name is Maxine,” you explain. “Max for short.”

“No wonder,” Eddie chuckles. “I always hear you mentioning a Max and have been wondering who that is.”

“You jealous?” you echo him.

He sneers, “You wish.”

You take this time to admire Eddie. His wanderlust eyes. His pronounced Cupid’s Bow. His thick, wavy locks. The tiny freckle at the crook of his neck that you were sure a lover left for him in a past life. The way his dark clothes always seem to hug him so nice. He’s breathtaking. The hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

"WHOA!" Eddie brings you back. "That's the hottest shit I've ever seen!"

There he goes again. You race after Eddie as he scampers across the street, leading you to what appears to be a lingerie-slash-sex shop. On display is a beautiful scarlet red two piece with fluffy wings behind it to match.

DEVIL WOMAN, is what the set is advertised as.

"Whew, lord," Eddie whistles, pressing his hands against the plexiglass.

He turns to you desperately.

"You can make SO many tips with this on," Eddie insists. "I'm telling you right now woman, you need to seize this opportunity."

"Are you gonna pay for it?" you joke, batting your lashes seductively.

"Sure!" Eddie exclaims. "A-anything you want tonight, you'll get."

It sounds too good to be true.

"Not you trying to spoil me..."

"Definitely me trying to spoil you,” a sneaky smirk forms across his face yet again. “Especially since I’ve been an asshole lately.”

It’s a fair bargain. Not like you can deny it either.

You two shake hands, deal, and make your merry way inside Madame Sédutrice’s Love Boutique.

Time to make his pockets — and heart — hurt.

————💋 ————

It fits you like a glove.

Everything is just right. There is no free space, but there is some real estate to breathe. The set is also squat and split proof. Perfect for a good show.

You strut in front of the mirror like a Victoria’s Secret Devil, relishing over how well the fiery red set accentuates your bust, hugs your hips, and highlights the cheekiest parts of your ass with just enough coverage to have the men wondering.

To leave Eddie wondering.

You’re parading around some more, taking selfies at all angles while Eddie talks to the cashier about guitars. Eventually he does circle back around, as you've been in here for a long period of time.

"Shy Girl," Eddie checks on you from outside. "Did you die in there?"

You put your phone away.

"No, but you're about to."

He laughs. "I love the confidence. Let me at her."

You pull the curtain over so that Eddie can see.

“Jesus fuck.”

Eddie sinks down to his knees, the tips of his fingers trailing from your hips to your thighs, down to your calves. He’s being dramatic again, you think, evident by the three bows of resignation he gives you as he continues to take in your beauty.

"What do you think?" you ask him.

"Simply out of this world," Eddie gasps. He stands to spin you around like he once did before. "You look... like an absolute fantasy. Destined for some alternate dimension."

His breathing heightens as his rough hands trail down to your birthmark. And soon, you’re up there with him.

“I can already see you on that stage,” Eddie gushes. “Doing your thing, stealing the show, driving customers wild. The spotlight soaking in all your beauty...”

“The version of me living in your head sounds pretty damn cool,” you giggle.

You snake your arms around the nape of his neck. Eddie blushes. “She’s a lot like the girl in front of me, actually.”

Either of you can let go now. But you both don't.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks.

"Mmm… I don't think I'm done just yet," you bat your eyes once more. "What’s a set like this without some accessories?"

You grab his hand and he watches in shock — almost starstruck by you — when you manually wrap his hand around your neck.

“Like a necklace of sorts,” you continue. “A choker, maybe?”

“A choker,” Eddie nods. “Yeah, I can do that.”

He gives you a teasing, gentle squeeze. You’re an absolute puddle.

He grins at you connivingly, playfully.

"Lead the way, m'lady. Anything you want tonight is yours.”

———— 🔥 ————

Satisfied is an understatement. You’re strutting back to Eddie’s van now as he trails closely behind, hauling shopping bags that belong to you in each hand.

“Thank you Eddie,” you say as he manages to open the door for you too.

“Anytime, Princess,” he insists.

You get settled on the passenger side while Eddie starts the van back up again. He waits for a while in his seat.

“You looked stunning in that piece,” Eddie raves, the image of you strutting around still living in his head. “I almost don’t want you to wear it anymore.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What? Why?”

“I wanna be the only one who gets to see you in it,” he explains.

“Gatekeeper much?”

“No, I’m just selfish,” he says. “Especially when you look like that.”

Eddie takes it upon himself to fasten your seatbelt for you.

Your eyes trail along as he clicks it in place, adjusting the seatbelt so that it laid perfectly and untangled, protecting your hips…shielding your chest…

“My eyes only, you know?”

“Just yours?”

“Mhm,” he strains. “Mine and only mine.”

His gentle eyes are begging, glued to your lips like bees to honey. His tongue pokes out again, and you watch as he licks his lips in lust. Fuck. You can’t help it anymore. You decide to lean into him and try again.

But hostile air stops you in your place. There's fear in that man's eyes the closer you get and he pulls away from you.

OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE.

You swat the rest of him away. “You’re doing it again.”

Eddie sighs in defeat.

"I know."

The fact that you didn’t have to elaborate is very telling. Eddie is not stupid. He knows the game he’s playing.

You watch with zero sympathy this time as Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He lifts a hand. You flinch. Then you relax again when you realize the man isn’t trying to hit you.

“I’m VERY aware of what I’m doing, Hargrove. Okay? That’s the worst part.”

“And you think it’s okay? You like stringing me along, is that it?”

“There’s MORE TO IT, alright?” he groans. “I just don’t know how to explain it to you just yet.”

Eddie starts up again.

“I…” he says, his haunted eyes sparkling. “I just. CAN’T. get. involved. with a coworker. Let alone someone who works under me. Think of all the legal issues that can rise up.”

Bullshit.

“That is a FUCKING LIE!” you scream. “A fucking LIE, Eddie and you know how I know that?”

He looks back over at you.

“It’s because you didn’t think twice about it when you were hooking up with Chrissy.”

You’ve had enough of his excuses. Startled, Eddie shies away from you, surprised that you knew of what he so desperately wanted to conceal.

“Who told you that?”

“Who else would know?”

“Everyone at Hellfire, basically,” Eddie laughs pettily. “I just hoped it wouldn’t get around to you.”

Frustrated, Eddie turns off his car. He tosses his keys onto the center console between you both.

“Chrissy and I happened like two or three times. Is that what you wanted to hear?” he asks you. “She was horny, I was horny. She never gave me the time of day in high school so I got all excited. One thing led to another. Thrill eventually wore off. Now she’s just one of my good friends.”

You cross your arms and glare out the window.

“But the reason I was soooo okay with the Chrissy thing is because I only saw her as a fling,” Eddie continues. “End of story.”

“Where exactly are you going with this?”

“The difference with you is that a part of me actually wanted this to go somewhere.”

Does he think you’re stupid? Surely Eddie can’t think you’re just going to fall for his words instead of his actions.

You scoff. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

You muster up the courage to look over at him again. And there he is, his big brown doe eyes glimmering under the full moon.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before, Hargrove,” he mumbles softly. “That shit’s terrifying. For the first time in an incredibly long time I feel like someone gets me.”

You attempt to look away again. Eddie cranes his neck over towards you to meet you where you’re at.

“Someone who gets what it’s like to have a shitty, absent father,” Eddie continues. “Someone who also had to learn how to navigate grief before getting a fucking learner’s permit.”

“You can stop,” you choke. “I get the picture.”

But Eddie continues.

“…Someone who also has to be the bread-winner of the family, not by choice, but by necessity. And someone whose now got a shit ton of trust issues cuz somebody else had to go and fuck ‘em up THAT badly.”

Your throat begins to burn. A soul cry marinates at the pit of your stomach.

"I'm so infatuated with you, Hargrove,” your boss insists. “Okay? You have no idea.”

You tsk.

“You’re infatuated with me,” it’s more of a statement than a question of yours. “Yet you push me away.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on, like you don’t have trouble accepting things you so rightfully deserve?”

He reaches over to grab your hand. You let him.

"There's nothing scarier than falling for someone who is your literal mirror," Eddie whispers. "Especially when you don't like anything about yourself."

“I know.”

You two fall silent and end up staring ahead for quite some time.

Both of you observe a couple cross the street together. The smitten pair are taking a stroll on the sidewalk, hand in hand and falling into one another like missing puzzle pieces. The guy kisses the girl's forehead, his silhouette reminding you so much of Steve.

“I also didn’t wanna get in between you and Harrington," Eddie mumbles.

“I told you we’re just fuck buddies.”

“But he really, really likes you.”

“Yeah, but if he’s not over Nancy, then what’s the point?”

It’s been a decade since Steve and Nancy broke up and he’s still lovesick over her. When you realized that she couldn’t ever be replaced, you stopped trying to pursue Steve romantically. Eddie falls mute again.

"I'm just his lil pocket pussy for all I know," you break the ice with a laugh.

"Don't say that," Eddie disapproves. "You are more than your body, Shy Girl."

“Then tell me what I am, Eddie,” the wounded part of you speaks. “Since I don’t seem to know.”

His gaze softens. “Well, it’s easy.”

You look at him.

"Corn ball alert,” Eddie prefaces. “But you’re the conversations you have with your regulars, asking them about their day and if they have any updates for you… You're the friendships you make with girls that you don't see a need to compete with. And you're that silly little dance you do when Argyle makes you food. And you’re also the destructive parts of yourself that you keep hiding from but little do you know that even those parts of you tell a story."

The sound of police sirens divert your attention. You shudder at the noise. Eddie seemingly makes note of it and clears his throat as a placeholder.

"…I didn't think you paid attention to any of that, Eds."

"I'm more observant than you think."

You believe him. After all, there are instances when you catch him sneaking a glance at you, turning away too late because you’re caught by his eyes to do the same.

A sigh escapes your body. You interlock your fingers with his.

“I don’t know what... this… is,” you begin. “But all I know is that I really enjoy your company. And that I’ve had a crush on you since the day I met you. If it wasn't obvious already."

Eddie snorts. “Even when I was freaking out over kegs and ground chili?”

“Especially when you were freaking out over kegs and ground chili.”

And now forgiveness is in the air. Monkey see, monkey do, and soon both you and Eddie are grinning at each other from one side of your faces to the other.

“Please,” Eddie requests politely with a gulp. “Will you let me kiss you?”

“Yes.”

To your surprise, Eddie leaves a peck on your cheek out of all places. This fucker, still so polite. He doesn’t touch or graze anywhere else while he does.

“Thanks,” he says as he pulls away. “I guess.”

But you only want him closer now.

“Oh don’t be stupid,” you giggle grabbing his face with both your hands. “Just fucking kiss me.”

You rest your hands at his chin when you pull him closer. And with Eddie’s permission, you sink your lips onto his. His warm breath circles you as your lips attach to one another.

There’s no turning back now.

Eddie’s lips are as soft as a cloud, and they seem to know yours very well. When he’s latched on, Eddie synchronizes with your rhythm almost immediately, getting a few more kisses in before his tongue begs you for entrance. You deny him access and push him back.

“Oooh,” you taunt him, causing him to laugh. “Someone likes me.”

“Maybe,” Eddie blushes, cupping the side of your face with one of his rigid hands. He gives the back of your head an endearing little scratch.

“But you…can’t get involved huh?”

Eddie shakes his head, doing his very best to stand his ground. He’s back to staring at your lips. “No. Definitely can’t…get involved.”

Of course not.

“Not even if I do this?”

You swoop over to press down on the button of Eddie’s seat belt to unbuckle it. Click. He restrains himself, but there’s wonder in his eyes.

“Or this?”

Your hands travel to the side furthest from you as you lean to crank the lever, lowering the head of Eddie’s driver seat to a 30 degree angle.

Amused now, he furrows his brows together and rests his hands behind his head, manspreading as you play that agonizingly long game.

“You’re pushing it, Hargrove…”

Using his unavailable hands to your advantage, you climb over him and assert yourself on his lap. A low groan escapes Eddie’s nose. You make sure to strategically situate yourself right on his crotch. Eddie’s breath hitches, hand hovering over your birthmark as you sink those hips into him. He bucks his up in return, trying to keep up with you.

“What about this?”

“Oh, that’s not fair…”

His hands are back at your waist.

A protruding essence grows in size as you continue to ride Eddie’s thigh. Soft, low whimpers escape from his chest, his dark eyes now beseeching at his mercy. Eddie’s fingers curl, enclosing themselves tightly around the fabric of your baby tee. His available hand gnaws at the seat below him.

“I don’t like playing fair,” you whisper huskily. “I just like getting even.”

Both of yours eyes are glued to what you’re doing, where you’re grinding, and how.

“Why do you do this to me?” he whispers longingly.

“I think it’s safe to say that you’ve been edging me for quite some time, Munson,” you shrug angelically. “Now it’s my turn to give you a taste of—”

You squeal suddenly when Eddie’s hand flies to your throat. The grip he has on you tightens hastily, long before you can even process it.

Shock overpowers you as Eddie studies you eagerly, with flared nostrils and a hot chest. You peer down at him with glossy eyes and yearning lips.

“Back of the van,” Eddie orders. “Now.”

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author's note: i'd be lying if i told you guys i didn't play imaginary barbies in my head in order to map out the argument between eddie and shy girl dfsjklfdkgfgsg would you say I’m a puppet master?

[leviismybby]

Don't struggle

Pairing: Postwar!Levi Ackerman x reader

Concept: Helping Levi cut his hair bc baby struggled after losing his fingers. Also, Levi being totally smitten with you.:((

No warnings, it's pure fluff.

A/N: This is the first time I have written something for postwar Levi and I loved it.

Taglist: @yakaaamoz @youre-ackermine @levisbrat25 @the-milk-anon @laraackerman @notgoodforlife @ackermendick @levisgreyeyes

All his life Levi was used to relying on himself, he never was the type to ask for help. So when he lost his fingers about two years ago, he never thought that the most simple tasks would be the most difficult. Cutting his hair has become hard but apparently, ODM gear is just fine to work with.

But things have changed for him and others, he finally opened that tea shop he has wanted so much, Jean and Mikasa have gotten married, Connie learned how to ride a car, Nicolo opened his own restaurant. Things have gotten better after such hardships that he and the rest had to go through.

He has met you, you were a regular in his shop always ordering chamomile tea with chocolate cookies on the side. Levi got so used to your smile that on the days you weren't there, he started to wonder if anything had happened to you and if you were alright.

One day you walked into his shop with a box in your hands telling him all about how awful your boss was and that you quit your job. Levi offered you a job as a waitress even if you had no background in such things, you learned quickly.

So here you are now watching him from the hallway of the shop as he struggles with the scissors in front of the mirror. The shop hasn't opened yet so you had a little bit of time.

"Levi, would you like me to help?" You ask softly, approaching him with a smile. "No, I-" He tried to continue not to distract you from your work but the scissors had other plans.

"Let me help you, please? You're gonna poke your other eye out otherwise." Puffing, Levi leans back in his chair looking at himself in the mirror.

He has gotten used to these scars, these scars that are a reminder that he can't run from his past. His eyes soften as he sees you in the mirror picking up scissors from the ground and lightly blowing them to clean off any dust.

You have never judged him. Not once. Not even the first time you met did you make a face or a comment about his appearance.

Levi can watch you work for days, his customers often praise you to him. That smile never leaves your face, it's always present even when you aren't in your best mood.

Especially on those sunny days when the terrace is open, your hair flows in the wind beautifully and Levi is always enchanted by your looks.

Raven locks fall on the floor as you carefully cut his hair, you know how he prefers it, always with an undercut. The silence between you is comfortable, it always is.

You hate seeing him struggle like this, he was a bit hard around the edges but once you got to know him he turned out to be the best man you have ever met, kind and thoughtful. No one else has cut his hair for him except his mother, she would've loved you, Levi thinks.

Running your fingers through his hair, you look to see if you had missed a spot. "There, all done! I hope I did a good job, it won't be as perfect as yours but I tried my best."

"It's perfect thank you." Levi looks up at you you're perfect he thinks, you blush looking away. "Uhh I should clean the floor, the shop will open soon."

"Of course." Levi gets up from his wheelchair and you quickly push him down by his shoulder to sit down. "Levi don't. I'll do it." Sometimes he could walk almost normally without any struggle but he had days where he couldn't even hold his knee in place from the pain.

He hisses shortly at the pain in his knee but nods at your words. Truly he is grateful that he has you by his side and maybe in the future he can have you by his side forever.

[mouwrites]

not sure if you need like a scenario or not but if you do can you do like lloyd and an idol reader (male preferable but gn is fine) like facing the very slight minor inconveniences when going on a date (romantic)?

have a lovely day!

Yaay I LOVED this concept!! I may have exaggerated the "inconveniences" a little though hehe ^^"

Word count: 1.1k

Ninjago - The Idol and The Green Ninja (Lloyd) (700 follower event)

“You know, you really didn’t need to do this.”

“Of course I did! Couldn’t have you going out there with your stage makeup.”

“Yeah, but you could’ve just taken it off. You didn't have to put on makeup again."

“Y/n, you’re so handsome. The most handsome. But I make you even more handsome.”

You chuckled, shaking your head at your makeup artist as she paused to tilt your face side to side. 

“Besides, you’re going on a date with the Green Ninja. You need to look—”

“Gorgeous, as always,” a smooth, gentle voice interrupted, attracting both of your eyes to the open dressing room door.

There stood your boyfriend Lloyd, looking sharp in a collared shirt and slacks. In a gloved hand he held a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and on his face he wore a polite smile.

Your makeup artist bolted up, murmuring a nervous greeting followed immediately by a farewell as she scurried past him.

You sighed, taking the clothing protector off your chest and making your way over to your boyfriend. 

“Thanks, Lloyd. She’s a great makeup artist, but she can be a little… overbearing.”

“Yeah, I know,” Lloyd laughed, squeezing your hand. “You look amazing, though.” 

He wasn’t just looking at your face; his eyes wandered up and down your form, admiring every inch of you in the purest amore. 

“Oh, stop. Look at you! You’re gonna be turning some heads.”

Now you both laughed—of course you would both be turning heads anyway, being two of Ninjago’s biggest celebrities. 

You both loved what you did, but it made something as simple as a date night next to impossible. The moment you left the studio you were already getting looks, and by the time you were in the streets you could see cameras flashing indiscreetly in the dark.

“Paparazzi?” Lloyd murmured.

“Nah. Just people forgetting that the flash turns on automatically when it’s dark,” you snickered, winking at Lloyd.

“Heh. Well, we’re almost to the restaurant, so maybe our luck is—”

“Y/n! Oh my—you’re my idol! And is that Lloyd Garmadon? Wow! Are you guys… together?”

You glanced at each other, then back at the ogling fan in front of you. Lloyd gave a shy nod; the fan flipped out.

“Oh—wow—oh my—ah, can I please get a photo of you guys?”

You had to admit, it was sort of cute when people lost the ability to speak in front of you. Apparently Lloyd was thinking the same thing, because you shared an amused smile before separating to let the fan stand between you.

“Thank you… oh wow. Y/n and the Green Ninja are dating!” The fan scurried off in a fit of giggles.

But they had spoken a little too loud, and now the heads that had turned were flocking towards you two.

“I think you jinxed us,” you teased, poking your elbow into Lloyd’s ribs.

As these things went, it was almost ten more minutes before you could push through the crowd into the restaurant a mere few yards away. Luckily the place had a bouncer, and once inside you were safe. Well, safe enough. Of course the waitress wanted a picture before she took you to your booth, and a couple other restaurant-goers wanted one too. But by the time your food arrived you were quite alone.

“So, how was work?”

You smiled. “You should’ve seen the makeup I was wearing before you came in. I think Jay would’ve liked it.”

“Jay likes anything flamboyant. Or glittery. So which was it?”

“Both, actually. I think I still have glitter in my eye.”

“So that explains the stars in your eyes.”

You blushed, looking down bashfully. “You smooth-talker.”

“Only for you.”

“Pish posh. How was saving the world?”

“The usual. Some kicks here, some punches there… run of the mill stuff.”

“Fair enough.”

The topic might’ve seemed boring, but that was what you liked about discussing it with Lloyd. Anyone else would’ve asked for more details, excited by the notion of being a ninja or a celebrity. But you understood each other; you knew you didn’t want to go into too much detail, because to you it was, as Lloyd put it, “run of the mill stuff.” Nothing worth discussing more.

“Did you see they’re reprinting the Starfarer special edition from three years ago?”

“Are they?!”

“Yeah! I’m totally going to buy it. Well, I can actually get it for free, since I saved the comic book shop that one time. Free comics for life, he said.”

“Oh, I’m so jealous.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get one for you too.”

“You get me,” you grinned, cupping your hand over Lloyd’s on the table. This was what you liked to talk about.

“Actually, on that topic, I heard word floating around that some director was thinking about maybe making a new Starfarer TV series.”

“Really? Oh, they better not mess it up. I’d be so mad.”

“I’d burn the studio down myself.”

“I’d help! I know a guy who’s good with fire,” Lloyd snickered. “Speaking of Kai… the distraction should be in full swing by now. Let’s get the check and book it.”

“Distraction?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I had Nya dock the Bounty outside the restaurant. Kai’s showing off to keep the crowd distracted.”

“Oh, bless him,” you sighed, relieved.

“Movie at my place?”

“Hmm… better go with mine. Can’t risk braving the crowd to get on the Bounty.”

“You’re right; I hadn’t thought of that. Let’s go, then.”

You could see bright bursts of fire shooting into the air when you stepped outside. Not a single head turned as you shimmied discreetly along the building past the crowd, and once you were clear of the masses you began to run, hand in hand, down the dark street.

You could hear your names being called occasionally, and you’d wave, but you didn’t stop running. Not until you reached your place, and by that time you were both a sweating, wheezing mess.

“Why do you look so out of shape? You’re the ninja in the relationship,” you joked, straightening yourself.

“Man, don’t make fun of me,” Lloyd pouted.

“I’m sorry, sugar.” You tilted his chin towards you, planting a kiss on his lips. 

He hummed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest; but it wasn’t slowing down as you continued to kiss him.

At last you parted, faces still so close your noses were touching. 

“So, uh, movie?”

“Plus cuddling,” Lloyd insisted. 

“Not in these clothes. Let’s change into comfies.”

Fortunately Lloyd had a few articles of his own at your place (totally not because he let you “borrow” them and you never gave them back), and so you both donned your pajamas and settled in for a movie.

“Finally alone,” you sighed, leaning against Lloyd.

“Finally,” he agreed.

Honestly, you didn’t remember the movie at all. The only thing you remembered from the rest of that night was the feeling of Lloyd’s breath on your cheek, his arms around you, and the overwhelming comfort of relaxing against each other.

Thank you so much for taking part in the event! And thanks for reading, take care duckies <3

[scarletsaphire]

@dooshek the second veggie burger scene for the ask game.

Tucker wrinkled his nose in disgust, grabbing the napkin next to him and spitting the half chewed mush into it. He took a thick swallow of his chocolate shake. "You are doing nothing to change my mind on the matter."

"Oh come on!" Sam protested, throwing her hands into the air. "That was one of the best fake meat replacements on the market right now. It tastes exactly like beef."

Tucker crossed his arms. "You may be an expert in suspicious plant based meat replacements, but you are no expert in good beef. Or any beef. Or any other meat."

"And I take pride in that fact," Sam interrupted.

"No matter how much pride you take, it still makes me the expert on meat. And I still say that none of these plant based scientists have ever tasted meat in their whole lives."

"They totally have! Why else would they be making these replacements?" 

"They totally haven't! How else could they say this," Tucker poked the not beef patty with his fork, "tastes like meat?"

"Have you tried thinking about happy cow faces while eating it?" Sam suggested. "It might make it taste better when you consider that every bite you take isn't soaked in the blood of an innocent animal."

"Have you ever watched Veggie Tales?" Tucker shot back. "Those vegetables have faces! How are you supposed to eat a cucumber when its Larry's cousin!"

Sam threw her hands in the air in anger. "No I haven't seen veggie tales, I'm Jewish! And even if I had, its a cartoon! Cartoons aren't real."

Tucker opened his mouth to add a rebuttal, but was cut off before he could do so. "I'm sorry," the waitress, a shorter, petite woman with short hair said. "But if you're going to keep fighting like that, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Tucker glanced around the restaurant they were sitting in, catching Sam doing the same. A number of the surrounding tables were staring at them, with others make a point to not stare at them. He felt his face heat up slightly in embarrassment.

Sam, of course, had abandoned the concept of embarrassment sometime in high school, and had no issues with defending herself. "We weren't fighting, we were debating, there's a difference," she pointed out. "But we understand. We'll keep it down."

The waitress gave a tired, strained smile at both of them. "We appreciate it, thank you."

The two sat there for a moment, watching the waitress walk to another table, before turning back to each other and giggling, Tucker mostly with embarrassment. "I feel like we should have seen this coming," Tucker said, his voice much more hushed than it had been before.

"Considering this is like, the 3rd time? Yea, probably," Sam said.

"Next time, I'm choosing the date spot."

"Only if you admit that the patty was good," Sam argued. At Tucker's glare, she laughed a full laugh. "I'm kidding." Tucker couldn't help but laugh along.

[forbidding-souda]

can i request kokichi, byakuya togami, kazhuichi, and nagito with a s/o thats absurdly good at the knife game?

Kokichi Ouma, Byakuya Togami, Kazuichi Souda, and Nagito Komaeda with a S/O who's hella good at the knife game

omg i remember this ask from a many of months ago I'm glad you're still here babes anon

-Mod Souda

Kokichi Ouma

✯ There are no words exchanged between the two of you whenever he watches you play. It's not as if he fears distracting you, because he doesn't, but he is actually too concentrated on observing. It's such an interesting little game and the fact that you're so good at it is one of the most impressive things about you. You go fast, faster than he thinks he would be able to go, and it makes his eyes dart around while he follows.

You pull the knife out of the restaurant's napkin without a word and begin to play. He sits watching you go, then turning his entire body to face you, a bit amused that you decided to play this in a public space. It is a pleasant place, one that he likes to tarnish with his friends. The two of you sit with them now. "The game," one of them says. "Nice." You shrug, continuing to play, not taking your eyes off your hand. Ouma sighs with admiration, focusing all of his attention on you, the hypnotic movement of the knife capturing him completely.

✯ He'll make you do it in front of people as a flex.

✯ He does try it, but he is as good as average, and he will find any excuse to not do it with an actual knife.

✯ It almost never goes sour, which impresses him even more.

✯ When you do mess up, you try to conceal it, which he notices ofc, and he thinks your pride is rather cute.

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Byakuya Togami

✯ He with confiscate things with a sullen silence. He gets annoyed, often frustrated by the way you continue to bypass his levels of comfortability (towards things like your safety). He doesn't care how good you are at it, he will continue to snatch your wrist and force you to drop whatever object you're playing with. Sometimes you laugh at him, which makes it worse, and you often fail to foresee his worsened mood.

"This won't do," he meant to say this under his breath but it was loud enough to make you slow the stabbing of the table in between your fingers. He continues once he realizes you heard: "you're going to mark the wood." You turn sharply. He stands tall, crossing his arms. You shrug, "you can buy another one," before continuing with your game.

✯ He had started by asking the servants to maintain control over the usage of knifes by anyone, then trying to figure out what other things you'd use in place of them by trial and error.

✯ He could not help feeling that he had become some sort of parent to you.

✯ It's all about the concept of you actually hurting yourself, it is going to make him at best annoyed and at worse worried, even if he's the one that's going to take the responsibility to bandage it.

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Kazuichi Souda

✯ Sometimes you'll just disappear into the kitchen and he just knows it's to get a knife. He knows it's best not to investigate. Whenever he catches you playing the game he can literally feel his heart sinking, it freaks him out like all hell. And, unfortunately, you like playing the game very much, so you give him the mercy of trying not to play it in front of him. He can still always hear the thump thump thump thump thump of it.

He takes his travel bag and pokes around his bathroom ━ electric razor, toothbrush, nail file, contact solution ━ those all were his to pack. The knife on the counter was not. He stares at it for awhile, not touching it at all. His eyes become level with the counter. It's clean, and the end is a bit bent from how hard you tend to play the game. "Plastic," he whispers. "Thank god."

✯ Sometimes when you play it you'll look up and stare him in the eyes and it makes him panic so bad (it's so funny).

✯ Sonia and Gundham are heavily interested in it though, and that's what makes him tolerate it, even if it's for a second.

✯ His friends are way more impressed than he is. Much more.

✯ The sounds of you playing the game from downstairs is more terrifying than if he were to wake up to the sound of strange footsteps.

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Nagito Komaeda

✯ Oh that game completely entrances him. He sees you playing it and is immediately curious, and once you explain it, the concept is addicting and he feels the need to play it, almost because he wants to see if he's on a good luck streak or a bad luck streak. You should let him uhhhh not play it, because unlike him, you don't want to find out.

"Wow, you have amazing luck..." His eyes gleam a bit as he watches you play. The knife goes in between your fingers at an intense speed, but you slow down when it comes to talking at the same time. Sometimes the end would cling to the slits in the wooden table and it gives you a second to pull it out.

"I have skill, not luck. I'm just good at this." And with that you remove your hand, but slam the knife into the space where your palm was, scaring him in the process. "Practice makes perfect."

✯ He loves hearing the sounds of you playing it, just knowing that you're playing it makes him excited. A part of him wants to know what happens if you lose.

✯ There is also a worry that his bad luck will try and target you and make you lose, that won't be very exciting.

✯ It worried him at first but when he came to terms that it's literally a skill of yours then he realized you're not in danger.

✯ ^ He's protective of the people he likes.

[purgetrooperfox]

propaganda (elevator pitches) ⬇️

Nocte (sw):

is CMO of the Coruscant Guard. fiercely loyal to the Guard. deeply wary of the senate, with very few exceptions. he's my oldest oc and probably the one y'all are most likely to have heard of. integrated into arcs with many of my friends' ocs/fics/whatnot <3 what else goes in his elevator pitch,,, known to take kids and younger clones under his wing, protective to a fault, low tolerance for nonsense. beat around the bush at your own peril. questionable bedside manner. manwhore tendencies. I love him, you love him. he's been transplanted into [checks list] cod, tlou, and bebop

Uj'alayi (sw):

is an ARC trooper, used to work with the Shadows then got brutally injured and had to transition to the CG. owes his life to Quinlan Vos and is disgruntled about it. guard dog coded. his bite is exponentially bigger than his bark. on the surface: quick to laugh, quick to joke, charismatic and personable without being overbearing. this may or may not be a mask he wears. will lay a beat down on just about anyone if they Cause Issues for Fox. in the relationship of all time with Lane Hurosa (another of my ocs)

Bones (sw):

is marshal commander of the 410th recon corps under Bastra Vargdan (another of my ocs). traits include: CQC specialist, confounded by the concept of the Force, at least partly responsible for getting a gambling ring going in the GAR (has a poke face like nobody's business). outside of working hours, he's laid back, easygoing. stark contrast between On-Duty Bones and Off-Duty Bones. encyclopedic knowledge of regs, but flexible adherence to them sometimes. big brained tactical strategist, ended up teaching Bastra a Lot about like. how to lead a corps

Bastra (sw):

my Jedi 👉👈 trained by Sifo-Dyas so dookudyas is very dad-coded to him. specialized as an Investigator, excels at undercover ops. also has quite a bit of integration into my friends' oc arcs and stuff <3 buddies with Obi-Wan, gets on pretty well with the TG and CG since he spends a chunk of his time on Coruscant. ummmm he takes a Padawan like 10ish years before the war, somewhere in that range. he's a goofy guy, real stiff and formal a lot of the time but it lets up around people he trusts. of course I know him, he's me etc etc. he's currently getting transplanted into cp2077

Lane (sw):

is a journalist on Coruscant. they spend a Lot of time in the senate district, very good at schmoozing. certified flatterer. charming, if you will. always asking one million questions that senators do Not want to answer, which results in bans from various spots around the city LOL honestly they're just neat idk what to tell you. they stay following risky leads and getting themself into binds. they're squinting very hard at the details of how the Republic acquired a clone army

Myn (sw):

is a smuggler in the early Rebellion era. also a relentless optimist, sees the very first scraps of resistance and buys in immediately. IF somehow Nocte’s alive at that point, Myn's the one who tries and probably fails to sell him on participating in the rebellion

Vio Selnes (sw):

owns and operates a 24h diner on Coruscant. this diner gets heavy business from clones leaving 79s. connections to the clones leads to scattered connections with the Jedi, leads to the restaurant being used as a rendezvous point from time to time. part of Dexter Jettster's network

Jag (mk):

is part of the Kahn Guard when Kotal's in power. he was raised by the Shaolin Monks until he bailed, moved to the States, got into all sorts of illicit activities. Kung Jin eventually moves onto his couch and joins his crew. those illicit activities land him in a stint with the Black Dragon, which is a real lesson in Kano Is A Bastard. when Erron jumps ship, Jag goes with him. he's kind of an idiot, full of trussed issues, gay as hell, will bring a knife to a gunfight or a gun to a knife fight

Rose (mk):

is part of Danver's crew from before he went BD. the brains of that whole operation. she's severely underdeveloped unfortunately but I promise she's very cool. computer nerd. minimal filter on her in the best way

Eyes (cp2077):

is a ripperdoc with more focus on ripping than doc-ing. from Pacifica, got a long time connection to Mr. Hands. wound up in Maelstrom pretty young, cut his teeth on committing atrocities and revolutionizing Maelstrom's uhhh forcible cyberware implantations and general torture methods :) was real loyal to Brick, so Royce wrecked his shit when he took over, meant to kill him but he managed to get out. winds up on Viktor Vektor's table for recovery, tries very hard to turn over a new leaf. he's a fucked up bastard of a guy I shan't lie. compels me though

[softxsuki]

hi there! i hope you're doing well, congrats on your recent milestone! 💓 if it's alright, may i request a song drabble with the outsider by lyn lapid + hanemiya kazutora (from tokyo rev) + fem!reader + romantic? maybe the genre could be reverse comfort and/or fluff because he feels kinda left out after getting out of juvie. thank you in advance, han. 🫶

1.5k Follower Event Song Drabble "The Outsider" With Kazutora (TR)

This event is now closed. You can view the masterlist here.

| Pairing: Kazutora x Fem!Reader| Genre: Angst to Fluff bit of Comfort | Post-Type: Drabble | Word Count: 790 |

Warnings: insecurity (from Kazutora), feeling left out

Note: Once again apologizing for this being so late, I hope you're doing well and see this! I loved this concept of Kazutora feeling left out, and having Y/N comfort and reassure him! Enjoy <3

It had been weeks since he was finally released from juvie. Of course he had seen you on your frequent visits to see him when he was still locked up, but things felt different now that he was back in society. You were both older now, maybe you had changed your mind about him and were just sticking around out of obligation?

He felt completely out of place at the dinner you arranged with all his friends, wanting to give him the chance to catch up with everyone. It had been years since he sat at a table with all his friends, a lot of them looking much older than the last time he saw them.

He felt his heart sink when they all seemed so familiar with you as well; Mikey, Mitsuya, Draken, Chifuyu, and the other guys had taken care of you while Kazutora was locked away, making sure you were safe and happy.

You all were engaged in conversation, catching up and discussing events that had happened in the past few weeks when he wasn’t around. He couldn’t find an opportunity to jump in despite the many times you’d bring the conversation to him so he could speak, but he felt bad about joining in as the conversation among the group continued.

What really made him tick and lose his patience though was when Mikey reaches over the table to wipe the bit of ketchup off the side of your mouth with his thumb. Kazutora abruptly stands up and leaves the table, walking out of the restaurant completely.

That was his job…years ago when he wasn’t in prison, he’d even go as far as to kiss the mess off your face whenever you got some food on your nose or the side of your mouth. Has he been replaced? Were you only with him now because you felt bad? Hundreds of thoughts ran through his head as he paced outside the restaurant. Should he leave or go back in? What was he even doing out here?

Groaning, he mentally curses himself, until he feels a poke on his back, a familiar warm voice instantly calming him.

“You okay babe?” You ask slowly, getting his attention as he turns around to face you, sighing.

“I’m fine, I just…think I should leave. I’m clearly not needed here,” he grumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets as he kicks imaginary rocks on the ground.

With a sigh, you take his hand, squeezing it softly.

“Is it because of what Mikey did?” You ask slowly, knowing the action must have bothered him. As soon as he stormed out, you had scolded Mikey for his actions, which he had only done to stir up trouble, as usual. He just needed to be devious, it was his way of trying to get Kazutora to go back to his usual self.

He grunts in response, hating the way Mikey had touched you so casually, what if he had been doing that the whole time he was locked up?

“Stop that,” you sigh, tugging on his hand to get him to look your way, “I pushed Mikey’s hand away as soon as I noticed what he was doing. You know you’re the only one for me.”

Still unsatisfied, Kazutora frowns, overthinking everything.

“Do you know how long I waited for this day? Anxiously awaiting your return so you could be with your friends again and so we could be together like this, like we used to, to hug you and kiss you whenever I want. You’re the one I want, the one I love, the only one I’ll ever be with so long as you still want that,”  you sigh, squeezing his hand reassuringly as you see a small smile appear on his lips.

“Really? You were waiting for me this whole time?” He finally asks, giving your hand a gentle squeeze in return.

“Of course, what else would I be doing? Nothing was the same without you, so having you here just feels right…” you smile softly, swinging your hands together. “Now let's go back inside, I’ll make sure Mikey apologizes to you.”

Agreeing, he follows you inside the restaurant again, your fingers intertwined as he takes a seat beside you, wrapping an arm around your chair reminding everyone you were already taken by him.

The rest of the evening goes a lot smoother, as he slowly opens up more, the guys directing more questions at him and pulling him into their conversations as they talk about their past together. And after many years you see his smile again, the lightheartedness he used to carry; in that moment it was back, and it was beautiful. You’d make sure to protect it for as long as you were together. 

Posted: 9/16/2024

[carmenized-onions]

does ICE Chip’s means that she was pregnant and that the pictures of her holding cakes was like celebrating the kid’s bday or month or something 😭

I know I said I would not answer theories, but this one did shock me so much that I have to answer

i promise there is no secret child

can you fucking IMAGINE?!?!?! CLEARLY YOU CAN, I GUESS-- I was fuckin hornswaggled, reading this-- And you know what, thank you so much for that. This truly had me agog.

Plus, I think it's reasonable to answer this anyways, Chippy said i think in fuckin,,,,, Where To / Delivery Fees that she didn't want kids, so like, I think it's safe to state for the audience, she has not had a kid. Thank you for this, truly, I am poking at you with genuine delight and affection-- I'm truly only so shocked because the concept of 'secret love child out of fucking wedlock' seems so like fantasy royal victorian, to me at least, and we are in a restaurant in chicago-- And that's just really funny.

[hecatelund]

8, 9, 21, 22, 23, 32

If that's too many don't feel pressured lol just thought I'd he curious c:

Not too many at all! As you can see by the sheer length of this post, I love talking about feedist stuff haha

8. What’s sexier, weight or size?

Size! Numbers are nice, but numbers are just a way to convey size to me. You can tell me you’re 400lbs (and please do) but that doesn’t hold a candle to seeing someone at 400lbs. There is more poetry and beauty in the description of someone’s size than in their weight to me. To know someone’s weight is to know a number, to know someone’s size is to know a person.

(I just realized, was that supposed to mean clothing size? Fuck. I took it as like… a concept? Whatever, I’m keeping my answer)

9. Do you enjoy a stuffed belly, or just wish it was fat?

I kinda just wish it was fat. I like a stuffed belly, that warm, full, food coma feeling is wonderful, rubbing a full tummy (or having someone else rub it for you) are incredible parts of being fed, but I absolutely hate an upset belly, and that can be a fine line. I love getting stuffed to the gills, but realistically that comes with a risk of an upset tummy, and nothing ruins the mood for me like being nauseous.

21. Into public displays of feedism?

Yes! I’d love for someone to take me to a restaurant and feed me. I want to blush when people see how many burgers you set in front of me. I want to forget other people are around when you tip the milkshake cup and make me keep drinking, and be pulled back to the reality of the scene I’m making when my muffin top pops the button on my pants! Someone do this for me pls!

22. What are the sexiest clothes to be fat in?

This might be a cop out, but tight clothes are the sexiest to me. From everyday clothes like pants that cause a muffin top, a shirt rolling up to show a belly, leggings stretched thin, to more special occasion things like fishnets that dig in to fat thighs or lingerie that doesn’t fit like it used to, there’s nothing quite so sexy as clothes you’ve gotten too fat for.

23. Would you rather be worshipped or teased?

Teased! I feel like this is clear to anybody who has dm’d me about feedist stuff, haha. Worshipping can be fun, but it can start to feel hollow after a bit. I feel like you can get so much more creative with teasing than worshipping, and that makes it more fun for me. Like, being told how great I am gets old after a bit, tell me how I’ve ruined my willpower and turned myself into a fat pig. Poke my belly and tell me how easy it was to make me so big. Make me stammer, make me blush💖 (some of you are great at that btw!)

32. Soft feeding or forceful feeding?

These days I’m leaning toward soft. I like both a lot, but now that I’m a feedee, soft feeding feels so much more intimate. Soft but insistent feeding, a domme feeder who gently pushes food into my mouth, rubs my belly, and whispers teasing/encouragement in my ear would melt my brain in the best way. Force feeding can be fun but it’s something I’d need to be in the mood for.

[aquilathefighter]

Fluffbruary 28: Wreck

The thrilling conclusion to @fluffbruary! If you'd like to read all of my ficlets, you can check them out on AO3 here!

Fandom: The Sandman (2022)

Relationship: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

Thank you to the lovely @pintobordeaux for helping me get unstuck with this idea!

Dream was pacing outside the restaurant, checking his phone every four or five passes across the length of the building. His date was to arrive soon and frankly, he was terrified. It’s the first time he’s had an interest in a long-term relationship since the divorce. He’d had a few hookups and situationships in the interim, but those didn’t feel this high stakes. Hence the unraveling ball of anxiety in his gut, trailing back and forth across the sidewalk.

He checks his phone again. 6:59 PM. Where is he?

Dream has half a mind to be offended. Doesn’t he know it’s rude to be late to a first date? He can’t find it in himself to get angry, if only because his insides are already a wreck, unspooled and trailing behind him. He crosses in front of the door, dodging a family leaving, two small children full of sweets giggling and running ahead of their parents. Dream collapses on the bench outside and watches as they disappear into the horizon.

As they become specks in Dream’s vision, he feels a buzz in his pocket. He nearly drops the phone trying to fish it out of his pocket with his shaking hands.

Robert: SO sorry! wanted 2 warn u that id be late but service on the tube is terrible!

Robert: Be there in 5 :)

The tension drains out of him like he’d been poked with a stickpin. He sends a reply acknowledging the message.

Dream: Ok.

Then, he slips his phone back into his pocket and closes his eyes. At least he could try to meditate for a few minutes, to rewind his intestines back in place and calm his nerves. A deep breath in and let it out slowly. Again. And again, until his mind is blessedly quiet. Dream floats for a minute or so, at ease in his mind despite the noise of the city around him.

Until a voice jars him into launching himself off the bench. As concrete meets asscheek, Dream looks up at whoever was trying to talk to him. The man is laughing at him.

“You dare…”

“Yeah, I most certainly do. Because your date just scared the living daylights out of you!” He holds out a hand to help Dream up.

“Greetings, Robert. My apologies for my surprise at your arrival.”

“Call me Hob, ‘s what my friends call me,” the man still holding his arm grins. “I really am sorry about that. I had no clue you’d jump like that.”

“Hob. No apologies are necessary.” Dream extricates himself from Hob’s grip. “Shall we go inside?”

Hob nods. “Lead the way.”

The meal goes well enough, with Hob apologizing emphatically over his tardiness and scaring Dream outside and Dream insisting he need not apologize. It turns out they work at the same university; in neighboring departments at that. Hob is a lecturer in Medieval History, which gives Dream ample time to ramble about Arthuriana and its impacts on English literature through today. He lets his mask drop, flailing his hands about as he talks about his favorite concept.

Hob seems enchanted by his true self, if the way he grins while Dream is talking is any measure. It’s relaxing to not have to put on any airs about being a “normal human being,” as his sibling might say. Hob seems utterly unconcerned about how much eye contact Dream is giving him, or whether he’s making the right facial expression. Dream feels… happy for the first time in an eternity.

The waiter gives them some not-so-subtle hints to get out as they talk late into the night. Hob insists on paying the bill, explaining that he has to be a gentleman and make up for the beginning somehow. Dream feels his face flush at being treated to something.

The pair hit the chill of the night air, hovering near the doorway. Hob steps closer.

“May I kiss you?”

Dream reaches out a hand to cup his cheek, the rough stubble setting his nerve endings alight.

“You may do anything you like to me, Robert Gadling,” Dream rumbles as he tilts his head and moves in.

Hob laughs in joy, pulling Dream close and pressing their lips together. It’s the most delicious kiss Dream has ever had, above all of the passionate make-outs that were all tongue and teeth and fire. Kissing Hob is almost delicate, pain au chocolat and candy floss in its sweetness. He groans as Hob pulls away, desperate to pull him back in and never let him go.

Hob smiles again and Dream thinks he could drown and live forever in chestnut, just staring at him.

Dream’s hand is still on his cheek, thumb running across cheekbone and 5 o’clock shadow, as he asks “Can I see you again?”

“Yes, God, I promise I won’t be late next time!”

This time, Dream laughs with him.  

[murderandcoffee]

A mere concept for the wingmen au: jon going through his s4 longing era for martin but instead of it being bc martin is in the lonely, its bc he mistakenly assumes Tim and Martin may be dating bc of how much time they've been spending together while they scheme on how to set up jonmartin

oh here I go again writing little scenes because I can't stop thinking about these damn blorbos (I'm setting this in like... late s1, so tim is still alive. also, jon has had zero (0) emotional development so he's jealous and confused and pining very hard lmfao)

"Knock knock, boss!" Tim poked his head around the door frame of Jon's office. As always, he had a big grin on his face and a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

Jon sighed and set aside the statement he'd been reading over. "Yes, Tim?" He pushed up his glasses and rubbed his eyes; he hadn't slept well last night, and was ready for this day to be over. Thankfully, it almost was.

"Me and Martin were thinking of grabbing a bite to eat after work. You interested in joining?" Tim asked.

Jon tried to ignore the ache in his chest at the phrase "me and Martin." Of course Tim and Martin were getting dinner together--they were never apart anymore. Jon knew it wasn't his business whether they dated or not, but something about the thought of them in a relationship...

He shook his head. "No," he said, "thank you."

Tim's smile fell into a pout. "You sure? Martin says there's a wonderful little--"

"I'm sure," Jon snapped. He didn't want to hear what wonderful little restaurant Martin had suggested to Tim. Why even invite Jon? He didn't want to third wheel. He lied, "I have a meeting with Elias."

Tim sighed. "Alright, if you say so. If you change your mind, though, you know where to find me!" He gave a little wave and disappeared.

Jon dropped his head into his hands. Conflicting emotions bubbled up inside him, all too confusing and intermingled for him to name. He felt... strongly about Martin--he knew that for sure. What he didn't know, however, was what he felt. Did he hate him? Did he want him fired? Did he want to be friends? Did he--

No. Absolutely not. He would not let himself follow that train of thought to its conclusion. Whatever he felt about Martin, he was not going to deal with it. Not right now. He had other matters to attend to, things of bigger importance, like...

Like...

A warm, bubbly laugh drifted down the corridor and into Jon's office. The sound of it shoved a dagger of longing directly between his ribs and into his beating heart. Martin's laughter was a sound Jon only heard through closed doors. He had made Martin laugh one time, and it hadn't been on purpose. In the moment, the laughter had angered him--he hadn't meant to be funny, why was Martin laughing. But now...

He yanked himself out of his reverie. Focus, man, he told himself, focus! This was inappropriate. He was Martin's boss.

And, that horrible little voice in the back of his head whispered, you were too late. Tim got there before you.

"No," he growled under his breath, "there was no 'before me.' I wasn't even trying to 'get there' in the first place."

"Sorry, did you say something?"

Jon jumped. He looked up to find Martin standing outside his office with a file box in hand. Martin's head was cocked to the side, and at such an angle the hallway lights caught the curve of his neck where it connected jaw to shoulder. Jon's heart hammered, though he wasn't sure if it was because of the scare or--

"No," he lied. "No, I didn't say anything. What are you doing with that? I didn't ask--"

"Oh, this?" Martin looked down at the file box and chuckled. The sound made Jon's skin feel warm. "Tim, Sasha, and I were going to work on some reorganization before we left." He paused, then hurriedly added, "If--if that's okay with you, that is."

"That's fine." Jon waved a dismissal. "As you were."

Martin did not leave. He opened his mouth, then closed it. Then he opened it again. "Did Tim...?"

"Invite me to have dinner with you and him?" Jon finished. He looked away--anywhere but at Martin. "Yes. I'm busy."

"O-oh." Martin swallowed. "Well, er, if you change your mind..."

Curtly, Jon said, "Wouldn't want to intrude."

Out of the corner of his eye, Jon saw Martin's shoulders sag.

"Oh," he said, "alright. Maybe next time?"

Jon took a deep breath. "Maybe. Carry on."

This time, when he waved Martin away, Martin left.

Jon sat in silence. He still saw, in perfect clarity, the silhouette of Martin's frame in the doorway. He saw his bright eyes, the loose curl of his hair, the soft apple of his cheeks.

He hated it.

Or, maybe, he hated the way that he drank it in, every time Martin was before him.

He scrubbed his hand down his face.

If only, he thought. If only.

[twopoppies]

I just realized too… music for a sushi restaurant. It’s like he wrote the song knowing it would just end up being played as background music for people’s careless consumption. Like his art, his life, will just end up being the thing you hear between clinking silverware and conversation. It’s like he’s poking fun at what he knows he is to the world, and it’s even more hysterical and ironic because it’s a huge fucking hit. Man I just want to TALK to him. What a brain.

I know. It’s making my head spin. His brain really is fascinating. I do wonder how much of the concept he was involved in because the director for the Adore You video said that one was his idea.

[aprillikesthings]

I run into people--online, IRL--all the time who seem to think I'm this exotic brave creature for traveling alone and going places alone.

And, to be fair, there are places/events I do not enjoy alone!! Movies at the theater by myself aren't as fun. I've gone to a couple of concerts/shows alone and while in many cases it's better than not going, it's not as fun as going with friends. (Except for classical music concerts. I don't know why.)

And, also, I am an extrovert; and for me part of the fun of traveling alone is meeting and chatting with new people, even if just small talk.

(Lol that has come up more than once on forums/groups/etc for people who do solo travel--the actual introverts who don't want to talk to people and that's why they travel alone, getting grumpy that most of us are social and like meeting people!)

And obviously: it's fun to go places with friends or my partner. Showing my fave places and events to Daci will never get old and I still have a long list to get through! Like Astoria and Seattle!

But! I love going places by myself.

And I keep realizing: I've always done this?

I was the oldest kid and only girl among my siblings. I also often had few friends. So I went places alone or I was stuck in the house. So sometimes I just wandered around, to the extent I was allowed to do so, lost in my own thoughts, playing pretend in my head.

In Iceland as a kid (living on the American military base) I would walk around just because. I would go to the USO and drink Lipton tea and read a book because...why not? In Virginia Beach I'd walk to the store and flip through all the magazines and buy a Snapple (it was the early 90's lol) and walk home. I'd bicycle around aimlessly (not that I was allowed outside our subdivision). I would've gone to the beach or the mall alone if I'd been allowed!

My parents were considered overprotective, and I still got to do all those things. Wild to think about, now.

Moving to the Portland area, that first summer after high school I'd take the bus to Barnes and Noble and buy a frappe at Starbucks (they were NEW at the time lolll) and browse the books for hours alone, bouncing off the walls with caffeine and sugar. That fall I got my license and realized I could drive downtown (or drive to a light rail stop and take that) and nobody could stop me. I would poke through vintage clothing stores and Powell's books and nobody would hurry me along or complain that they wanted to go somewhere else. It was bliss!

And I think it was like, ten years ago or so, when I found out a fairly common source of like, anxiety? fear? -was eating at a restaurant alone. And I still cannot wrap my mind around the idea. Like....why. What are you afraid will happen? Nobody is paying attention to you. Nobody cares. Like. What?! Just bring a book.

But I've had so many people tell me I'm brave for going places alone and I just don't feel brave at all? To me being brave means being a little scared and doing it anyway, and while I'm always nervous when traveling about SOME things (taking public transit in a new place, especially when you don't speak the language; is intimidating at first), the general concept of going to a place alone is just exciting to me.

I don't have to worry about anyone's needs but my own. I can eat whenever/wherever I want, do whatever I want, go wherever I want. It's so, so freeing.

[britcision]

I had the funniest fucking dream and also I am now mid-sad

So my sister and I, we do not get along irl; never did as kids, everyone said “oh you’ll be best friends once you’re grown up”, we do not speak to each other even both at the same family dinner

(This is not what the sad is for it’s stage setting)

So I dreamed we were setting up her wedding (and true to life, I did not like her, but I was helping out and doing my best) and one of the tasks involved in this planning was going to dinner in a restaurant

(I am immunocompromised, this has happened to me twice in five years and only with precautions)

I was not allowed precautions

But a couple tables away were two large tables fucking DROWNING in large and noisy men

And for some reason I immediately recognised these loud and noisy men; they were my brothers, and we were angels - not as in good things, as in Supernatural style bullshit, and I’d skipped out right at the beginning and none of them saw me since

Note: human family not aware of any of this

And I knew they’d all be super happy to see me, and know I was okay, and if it was all of them at once they’d probably try and make me come back with them

But you know what else?

One on one I could probably get them to do anything I wanted cuz they missed me

(This has never been a lived experience this is the sad)

So I waited til one got up, wandered past and asked if we could chat while the others were busy arguing, and we snuck off outside

And he kept trying to drag me back but I just kept walking towards the church and told him if he went back for the others he’d only lose track of me so he folded and we just kept hanging out and chatting

And so as to avoid detection and comment, he disguised himself as a decorative backdrop I was carrying around to set up

And that was working great, we chatted a lot about the family and getting home and I had to explain how weddings work

And the ceremony started and everything was EXTREMELY physically all over the place so I got the brother to make a flashlight for me that we pretended was part of the backdrop and I had to “focus” it to keep the light big and illuminating my sister as we chased her around

(This took the form of poking and muttering at said brother to stop being a little bitch and pretending I was adjusting a lens)

And then it was time to go find my Nana and set up to record sister leaving the church with her spouse

So I casually abandoned backdrop-brother somewhere and went back to the restaurant to steal another one

(I think one of the others clocked me while I was kidnapping)

And again we got outside and we were chatting and he was asking what I’d done all this time and I couldn’t stop giggling as I told him what I’d done with backdrop-brother

(Sister had now picked him up and was carrying him around and having a lovely time)

And asked other brother to help me find my human grandmother

And he was helping, and then we witnessed Drama. Because we saw my Nana, and we saw the groom’s dad deliberately redirect her away from the doors

And obviously I was ECSTATIC, now it’s a wedding there is WEDDING DRAMA

(Pretty sure father-of-the-groom was actually disinvited from the real wedding or nearly disinvited for cheating so it tracks)

And I was explaining the concept of wedding drama to my other brother while we hunted down Nana aaaaand contemplating rescuing backdrop-brother from my sister

And then the rest of the angel siblings caught up and kept trying to sweep me away, but now there was Wedding Drama and we were Intrinsically Involved so we couldn’t leave and I just kept the walk-purposefully-so-you-look-like-you-belong hack going

And we got through the wedding, got all of the shots, eventually rescued backdrop-brother and brought him somewhere he could get out of disguise, and generally had a lovely time

And then I woke up and I didn’t wanna but I’m not allowed to go back to sleep cuz I have already had so much and I’m not allowed more, says my brain

(i was asleep for about 3 hours)

And I’ve just. Never had anyone miss me to the point where I could lead them on a crazy adventure and they’d just go with it

I do semi-regularly grab people and go on crazy adventures, don’t get me wrong, but that’s because they also want crazy adventures, not just because they loved me

And it was nice having siblings who cared and wanted me around