#Quick Fish Food Truck

[novlr]

How to write the cold

The way we feel cold is universal, but the way we contextualise it is not. Cold has a variety of connotations for readers, so it's important to decide how to use it, and what mood you want to convey in your scene.

While cold is often associated with negative aspects in writing, if there's anything the winter season teaches us, is that it can be a positive thing as well. Rather than just using the word cold, in your next writing project, try to contextualise it. Describe the weather, the light on the snow, the comfort of warmth after an icy swim, or the fear and loneliness of the dark on a cold night.

Here are our quick tips on how to write the cold:

In nature

Clean mountain air

Glittering ice crystals

Unique wildlife, like snow hares or polar bears

Snow muffled sounds

Steam rising from hot springs

Icy water in rivers and lakes

Overcast and rainy

Bright sun on fresh snow

Icebergs, glaciers, and ice floes

Storms and blizzards

Branches moving and creaking

Frozen ponds

Morning frost on grass

Snowdrops pushing through snowdrifts

Crisp and clear night skies

Wolves howling in the dark

Bare branches scraping against windows

Eerie shadows

Foods and objects

The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg

Heavy winter coats and scarves

Rich, hot meals with lots of gravy

Tea or coffee left out too long

Ice-cream, sorbets, or ice-lollies

Metal that is cold to the touch (like pots and pans or door handles)

Cold beverages straight out of the fridge

An icy bath

Freezer trucks or walk-in refrigerators

Dry ice

Crisp, fresh sheets on cold nights

Ice sculptures

A tap with a drip that freezes in place

Frozen celebratory drinks (like daiquiris)

A single cube of ice floating in a whisky glass

A cold pack for an injury

Character moods

Isolated

Lonely

Aloof

Sad

Comfortable

Snuggly

Focused

Panicked

Indifferent

A lack of affection

Calm and calculated

Disengaged

Serene

Depressed

Awestruck

Anxious

Reverent

Melancholy

Nostalgic

Impatient

Frustrated

Reflective

Character body language

Hunched shoulders

Crossed arms

Shivering

Snuggling into something warm

Rub hands together for warmth

Tight or strained expression

Biting dry lips

Furrowing brow

Glaring against brightness

Tense and rigid stance

Stand close to others

Slow, deliberate steps

Move quickly to somewhere warm

Sitting relaxed in a warm space

Actions and events

Start a fire or build a shelter

Winter hikes

Outdoor activities like skating, skiing, or sledding

Traffic jams or snowed in cars

Frozen lakes cracking underfoot

Dodging icicles falling from rooftops

Going ice-fishing

Long sea voyages

Frostbite

Suffering from a cold, the flu, or pneumonia

Brainfreeze

Snuggling under a warm duvet

Sipping from a steaming hot drink for comfort

Cold-water swimming

Walking to work in the rain

Christmas in the Northern Hemisphere

Chrismas in July in the Southern Hemisphere

Reading a good book by the fire while it snows outside

Positive aspects

While cold is often associated with negative emotions, using it as a juxtaposition can often help to accentuate the positive feelings you want to convey.

If it's cold outside, a character enjoying a hot chocolate under their duvet will give a much more positive impression than if they were simply staying in bed.

The beauty of the natural world in winter, like snow, ice, and winter foliage can also be used to create a scene of happiness and wonder.

Negative aspects

Cold is often used to describe characters who are emotionally detached, calculating, or generally unfeeling. It's become an easy way to clue your readers in to how they're meant to feel about your character.

There are also more creative ways to use the cold, however, like describing the disappointment of forgetting about a hot drink you put down somewhere and only remembering when it's already gone cold, or the feeling of shock after you first step out of a warm shower.

Helpful synonyms

chilly

frigid

icy

wintry

frosty

cool

nippy

freezing

glacial

brisk

chilled

cool

polar

bitter

snowy

raw

refrigerated

arctic

rimy

draughty

[cilliansmesoftly]

worst way

pairing: riley green x fem!reader

summary: riley needs you after a long month of tour and missing you

warnings: smut!, pining, yearning, breaking stuff, multiple rounds, etc.

wc: 4.4k

tonight was the night riley was coming home. after a month long of not seeing each other, well besides facetime. he couldn’t wait another minute. tour was long. and it isn’t even over, he just has a few weeks before he’s out on the road again and he intended to spend every minute of his time off with his girl. his y/n.

he could picture her now.. standing in the kitchen, or maybe even the living room, comfy clothes on with her favorite show playing on the television. she’d be chewing on her bottom lip, no doubt leaving cherry red imprints from the pressure, just itching to be back in his arms.

at least, he was itching to be back in hers. he didn’t know what had gotten into him. on the ride from the airport, his sweatpants had been doing no good hiding the excitement he was feeling. to shield from even more humiliation, he took his carry-on bag and held it in front of the growing need. his hands were sweaty and he kept pushing his hair back with his hands, a nervous habit he’d picked up since growing it out.

why was he so nervous?

it’s not like you haven’t been together for about a year now, and friends longer than that. but, god, he was feeling like a teenager going on a first date.

the ride was shorter than riley anticipated, and he could feel his heartbeat in his throat as he got out the truck and hauled his bags and guitar case up the steps to the farmhouse he got built a couple years back.

home never felt so good.

and he knew it would feel even better once he got y/n back in his grasp.

however, when he opened the front door, no television was on, no sounds were heard, and no beautiful woman was standing there waiting for him. he sighed, setting down his bags in the middle of the room and fishing his phone out of his pocket.

he clicked y/n’s contact and brought his phone up to his ear.

ring…. ring…

he was starting to get worried. did she meet someone while he was away? no, she’d never do that. maybe she’s out getting some groceries, because god knows what was left in the fridge from the time he left to now. right as his heart rate picked back up, he heard a click and then her gorgeous voice through the speakers.

“hey, baby.” she said softly. “what’s up?”

“hi, honey. well, i came home expecting you to tackle me to the ground and shower me with love and kisses like you normally do, but there’s not a soul here.” he walked to his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. it was made, but he could tell where her pretty little head had been laying on his pillow.

“oh, shit. i’m so, so sorry. i went to pick up some food for us. you’re a little earlier than what i was planning for.” she sighed into the phone, he heard a car door shut and then an engine ignited. “i’m on my way back now, though. i’ll be home in, like, 10 minutes?”

“okay, baby. i can’t wait to see you.” riley had a small smile glued to his face, a blush coating his cheeks all the way down to his tanned chest. “be careful, i love you.”

“i love you, more. bye.” he could hear the shy grin in her voice and he could feel his heart clench at the sound.

he figured he could kill some time by taking a quick shower and washing off all the dirty airport germs off of him. so, he stood to his sore feet and grudged into the bathroom. he stripped himself of his sweatshirt, then his sneakers and sweatpants. he looked at himself in the mirror while the shower water ran. he’d worked out a lot during the times he wasn’t performing, just out of boredom and partly because he hated being in that cramped bus for 10, maybe even more, hours a day.

as he stepped into the shower, he let the water run down his face and back, washing off his worries and stress down the drain along with it. he was so happy to be home. so happy to have a break. and so happy he was about 7 minutes away from being with his best girl again.

y/n walked into the house with bags of takeout in her hands. she huffed as she tripped over riley’s bags in the room.

“riley?” she called through the house, setting the bags onto the counter. when she didn’t hear a response from anything but water running and humming, she knew exactly where to go. she tiptoed into the bathroom and started to take off her clothes. she could see riley’s silhouette through the white curtain hung up and even from that, her body ached for him. she quietly pulled back the curtain, he was facing away from her, so she slid her hands around his body. from his back to his torso, she ran her fingers all over the soft, tan skin. he jumped at first, but quickly turned around and gripped her cheeks in his hands.

“hi, baby.” she smiled up at him. he had shaved his beard into just a mustache and she could feel her stomach flutter at the dirty thoughts running through her mind. she pictured that mustache on her lips, kissing her wildly and so loving that her mouth would be bruised. she pictured that mustache kissing down her body, going between her legs and loving on her like she hadn’t felt in so long.

she was broken out of her fantasy by riley’s lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. the bathroom was filled with hot fog and was suffocating her lungs, but that kiss allowed her to take a deep breath that she hadn’t been able to catch since he’d left.

riley laughed as she squealed when he picked her up so her legs would wrap around his torso. his cock was already hard at the thought of having her right then. against the cold tiles of the shower. “my girl.” he breathed into her neck once they had broken the kiss. “you don’t know how much i missed you.”

“don’t i?” she was scratching the back of his head with one hand and clinging onto his back with the other. riley groaned into her skin as she pulled his hair gently. “take me to bed.”

he didn’t have to be told twice. he shut the water off and stepped out onto the cool floor. he laid y/n down gently on the bed and leaned back, captivated by the sight of her. her hair, a little wet from stray water droplets, was splayed behind her head onto the sheets. her body was tanned from the summer sun, no doubt taking advantage of the deck out back.

“see something you like? just take it.” she kicked her feet up to place them on his chest as she giggled. she admired his body, too. strong arms with veins running all the way down to his forearms and hands. tanned chest with a thin gold chain dangling from his neck. his body was work of god.

“don’t threaten me with a good time, honey.” riley grabbed her ankles and kissed each leg before leaning down against her. her skin against his felt like heaven. this was better than what he imagined. he pushed the hair against her forehead away, taking in every part, every detail of her face. it was an intimate moment, one that neither of them took for granted. it’s like they were falling back in love all over again.

“you seriously have no idea how much i missed you, riley green.” y/n sighed, brushing a hand through his hair. he grabbed her hand and kissed her palm, melting into her touch.

“how much did you miss me?” he was already panting, trembling even. y/n was so turned on she could barely stand it she kept trying to rub her legs together to ease some of the ache, but riley kept his hands on the inside of her thighs with a such a firm grip that she couldn’t move a muscle.

“enough to call you every night and listen to your voice. pretend it was your fingers all over me, making me wet, playing with me.” riley groaned, laying his head down on her chest. his wet hair was cold and it sent a shock through her, but it did wonders to cool down her blazing skin. “did you touch yourself to me?” she asked into his ear.

“‘course i did, baby. couldn’t go through a single day without you there with me. don’t matter if it was through a screen.” he kissed her chest, sucking a dark mark onto her skin. she moaned softly and it caused riley to ground his hips into hers, the head of his hard cock hitting her clit just right. “god, baby. gonna fuck you on every square inch of this house tonight.”

“please,” she whimpered, closing her legs tighter around his body, trying to bring him closer to her.

“we got all the time in the world.” he leaned back and cupped her cheek in his hand. she cuddled into his touch with a pout on her face. “let me take my time with you tonight, honey.”

she nodded softly, leaning up to catch his lips with hers. he slid his tongue over her lower lip, begging for entrance and when she granted it, he stifled a moan into her mouth. she tasted like strawberries and heaven. he couldn’t get enough of this girl. he moved his mouth down to her cheek, over her chin, down to her neck where he sucked another tattoo kiss onto her skin, left to be purple and bruised tomorrow. he brought his mouth to her nipple and she jumped at the sensation, she hadn’t been touched in so long. he licked around the bud before sucking it into his mouth and releasing it with a soft pop.

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” she whined into her hand. her hips were restlessly trying to gain friction from anything they could reach. riley sat down on his knees and hooked his arms around the back of her legs. she gasped as he dragged her to the edge of the bed. her thighs were trembling as he kissed the inside of them, breathing her in as he did. y/n felt the facial hair on his upper lip tickling her skin. he was driving her crazy. she hadn't seen this man in a month. he didn't do anything extravagant, he didn't bring home flowers, he didn't bring wine. he just wanted her.

she was broken out of her thoughts by the feeling of his tongue licking a straight line up her core. she gasped and her hips jumped off the bed. riley shook his head against her, his nose brushing her clit back and forth as he did so, and laid his muscled arm over her hips to hold her still.

"you're so sweet, honey." he moaned against her. the vibrations made her throw her head back against the mattress, eyes rolling to the back of her head. she bit her lip as he sucked her bundle of nerves into his mouth, his fingers finding their way to her entrance. he spread her arousal with his thick digits, licking off what was left. "mmm." he prodded at her entrance again, just barely entering before pulling them back out. he was teasing her and it was torture.

"riley, please." she breathed out, panting. she lifted her head up just so she could catch his gaze and that shit-eating grin he wore made her groan and throw herself back against the bed.

"please, what, sweetheart?" he smirked. he knew what she wanted, he just wanted to hear her say it.

"just fuck me, please." she whined. he smacked her thigh and she hissed.

"that's all you had to say." he smiled, kissing her clit and the inside of her thighs sweetly before leaning up and capturing her lips with his. y/n hummed into it, taking a grip of his hair and pulling slightly. he groaned, reaching down to stroke his cock a few times before lining it up with her pretty pussy. he looked back at her eyes, her mouth open and panting, her cheeks rosy and flustered. she was so beautiful. even when she wasn't trying to be. he was suddenly taken back to the first day they met. sophomore year of college and he thought she was the most breathtaking thing at jacksonville state.

"what's going on in that handsome head of yours." y/n huffed, pushing a stray hair behind his ear.

"i just love you." he shook his head, grabbing her hand and kissing her wrist. "so much."

"you have me for the rest of your life, riley. you are the most precious thing i have." she leaned up to kiss him, slow and passionate. "i love you."

he pushed into her, moaning loudly from how tightly she enveloped him. she sucked a breath in through her teeth, the stretch was delicious and what made it even sweeter was riley leaning his forehead down onto hers, locking those deep blue irises onto her e/c ones. he slowly started to thrust into her. the tamed patch of hair below his stomach was brushing against her bud of nerves and she bit her lip to contain the graphic noises begging, screaming, to be released. she could feel the imprint of him in her stomach and she grabbed his hand and placed it on the point so he could feel it. riley whimpered and thrust harder into her.

"god, yes." she yelled out, wrapping her ankles around his back to keep him close to her. her nails were raking down his back, no doubt leaving red marks in their wake. "harder."

riley quickly obliged, hiking her leg up around his waist further to hit an angle he hadn't before that had y/n moaning almost pornographically. "you have no idea how much i missed this pussy, sweetheart."

"you have no idea how much i missed this cock." she retorted, turning her head to the side so she could kiss his stubbly cheek. she pushed his head to her chest and he could hear her wild heartbeat. he could hear her whimpers right in his ear and he wished he had something to record this so he could cherish it forever. his hips picked up speed in their ruts against her. he felt like a mad-man. he was touch starved for too long and so, so wrapped up in her. she might as well be tattooed against his skull from how much he thinks about her.

his thrusts were so forceful, the framed picture above his bed frame was hitting the wall repeatedly and eventually just fell back behind the bed. they could hear the glass shattering, but they could care less. riley picked y/n up and turned her around so she was sitting on her hands and knees. she laid her head down onto the soft sheets, arching her back softly so her ass was in better view. he rubbed the soft skin soothingly before smacking it lightly. y/n giggled and then groaned when he pushed into her again. his had one leg on the floor and the other was propped up and bent. his hands were wrapped around both of her hips and he pulled her back against his cock. he was hitting so deep inside of her and y/n could feel the coil inside of her tightening even more. riley was no better than her, he could usually last a while, but, because of the prolonged distance, his tummy was fluttering and his cock was twitching relentlessly. his body was begging for a release.

"y/n." he whimpered, his pounding thrusts against her were getting sloppy and he reached around her to toy with her clit.

"oh, i know, baby. me too." she was breathless, her knuckles were white from gripping the sheets so hard and she was sure she would have bruises all over her backside tomorrow from how rough he was pushing into her. "cum inside of me. please, please." she begged. she wanted all of him, she was so close she had tears in her eyes.

"oh, my." he threw his head back before leaning down against her back. he kissed all over her neck, her shoulders. his fingers were still rubbing circles onto her clit and her body was collapsing beneath her. "i'm gonna cum, honey." he thrust a few more times, working her clit harshly. she was screaming his name, a thin sheen of sweat coating both of their bodies. the coil in her belly snapped quickly at one particularly hard thrust and she curled into herself while riley was milking her for everything she had. a few more thrusts and riley was completely undone. he released into her, pushing his cum into her further before laying down against her back. she turned her head so she could kiss his lips. "i love you. i love you." he muttered against her skin.

"i love you." she kissed the top of his head. riley leaned up and pulled out slowly, watching the mix of their climaxes leak from her core and onto the duvet. "i broke home takeout."

-

they sat at the island in the kitchen, ravishing their food like two starving cavemen. she got riley and her some burgers from his favorite spot in town. they laughed and shared fries with each other. they fed each other like an annoying couple they would've made fun of back in college.

"do you think we would've been friends in high school?" she wondered, taking a sip of her cold busch light. riley brought his lips to his drink, too. one thing he loved about her is that she actually enjoyed drinking beer, maybe even more than he did.

"absolutely not," he wiped his mouth with a napkin. "i was a little shit in high school."

"you were a little shit in college, too." she giggled, pushing his shoulder. they were just sitting in their underwear, but nothing had ever felt more comfortable. more like home.

"i was worse in high school. ask momma." he laughed. "got cops called on me one time for poppin' fireworks in my principal's yard."

"riley green!" her jaw-dropped. "and to think, the worst thing you did in college was get kicked out of a bar for fightin' a guy."

"he was hittin' on you. had to do somethin'." he shrugged, smiling while taking a bite of another fry.

"you didn't even like me like that back then... did you?" she side-eyed him suggestively.

"baby, i've liked you since we first met at the gym." he slipped his hand up her leg, rubbing her thigh with his calloused fingers. rough partly from years of playing guitar and partly from the hard work he's done in his life. "when you didn't know how to work the equipment, i was hooked on you."

"oh, ew!" she scrunched up her nose. "i was wearing stained sweatpants and an old lynyrd skynyrd shirt."

"hence my attraction." he breathed out a laugh, his fingertips still rubbing over her skin. she clutched her hand to his and brought it up to her lips, kissing his the pad of his fingers.

"why didn't you tell me?" she asked softly, placing his hand against her cheek. it was warm and she leaned into his touch.

"thought you were out of my league, to be honest." he rubbed his thumb across her cheekbone, tracing her freckles from the warm alabama sun. "i thought you were the prettiest thing i'd ever seen and i didn't wanna embarrass myself by askin' you out, so i figured being friends was a good way to keep you in my life."

she fell into a fit of giggles and riley scoffed with a smile on his face, pulling back from her. "yeah, laugh at my misery. it's fine." he went to stand, but she pulled him back down, trying to calm herself.

"no, it's not that! i swear!" she bit down on her lip to contain more laughter. "that first day," she took a breath. "i fell in love with you, too."

"pft, nah." he stood up, collecting their food wrappers and walked to the trash can to throw it away.

"pft, yeah!" she stood up, too. she watched as he washed his hands and he shook his head. "you don't believe me? you were starting quarterback and completely jacked, might i add. plus, you helped me with gym equipment without making me feel stupid. i texted mom about you that very night."

"you serious?" he braced his hands on either side of the sink and she couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the veins running down his arms, she licked her lips and looked back up at him, nodding. "alright," he threw his arms up in surrender. "i believe you."

"so that means we wasted.... what?" she started counting up the months.

"at least 10 months." he finished her thought for her and she brought her hands up to her face. she could've been with him from the very first moment they met, but they both thought too lowly of themselves to make a move.

"riley, that's awful." she groaned through her hands. he laughed and walked up to her, pulling her hands away from her face and wrapping them around his body. he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips sweetly.

"we got all of our lives to make up for that time, baby." he mumbled against her. she moved her hands up to wrap around the back of his neck. his fingertips tickled down her sides before picking her up and sitting her on the counter top. he laid her down gently and kissed down her neck, all the way to her navel. she brought him back up to her and captured his lips with her own, licking over his bottom lip. he opened his mouth further and their tongues danced together, even though they tasted like their dinner, they couldn't care less.

"make love to me." she whispered against his lips. he let his hands trail around her body before moving behind her back and unclasping her bra in one swift move. he bowed his head to kiss around her breasts, then down to her belly. he traced the hem of her panties, blue and lacy, his favorite. he pulled them down her legs, his fingers causing goosebumps to raise on her legs and follow the path he took down to her ankles. he threw the undergarments somewhere towards the living room and kissed his way back up to her lips. he kissed her lips and pulled his boxers down his thighs, letting them drop and pool around his feet. he grabbed the back of her thighs and slowly dragged her further to the edge of the counter. she leaned up to slowly stroke his cock. he leaned his head back in pleasure and she kissed the open space of his neck, licking around the stubbly skin. he lifted his head back up and kissed her sensually. this was a different kiss. it was passionate, but it was more like a promise. a promise of 'i'm yours'.

she lined his cock up with her entrance and he pushed into her slowly, laying her back down flat against the cool marble counter. his thrusts were slow, but rough. he left his branding kisses on her neck and chest. their moans were soft and intimate, a low, but intense sound of pure adoration and infatuation. y/n stretched her arms out behind her head, accidentally knocking off the decorative wooden bowl in the middle of the island. "sorry." she whispered.

"ain't worried 'bout nothing but you." he responded, his face tucked into her neck and his cock working wonders on her. she was already close. she was so full of love, so full of him. she wanted to cry, she loved him so much. and he was thinking the same because he whispered in her ear, "i love you."

"i love you so much, ri." she whined. she felt his cock twitch inside of her, but she wanted him to hold out. she wanted this feeling to last so much longer than it could. "don't cum yet." she breathed out, brushing through his hair with her fingers. "wanna feel you."

"yes ma'am." he kissed underneath the lobe of her ear and she shuddered, trying to prolong her peak. he slowed down even more and y/n could feel every vein, every curve of his cock. they felt like puzzle pieces, perfectly made for each other. the way he pulled out just to push roughly back in was driving her mad, it was getting harder to hold back. "cum for me, sweetheart. know you need to. can feel you squeezin' 'round me."

she whimpered softly and all he had to do was reach down to circle her clit and she was done for. her climax hit like no other had and she was clenching around him so tightly that riley came right after she did, kissing all over her face, her neck, and chest.

"we're makin' a mess of this house." she laughed as she looked at the mess of clothes around the floors, the bowl spilled out onto the hardwood, not to mention the fact that they had to pull the bed out from the wall sometime to clean the glass up from the picture frame.

"y'know i'm gonna have to write a song 'bout this." he chuckled and she rolled her eyes. "even though they're all about you already." he kissed her cheek and she blushed.

"let's keep it that way, baby." she kissed his lips then hopped down from the counter, brushing her body up against his. she leaned down to pick up her bra, pushing herself onto his pelvic bone with a grin on her face.

he grunted and she leaned back up, but he grabbed her arm before she could walk away. he caught her lips with his and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. she shrieked and kicked her legs, trying to get him to put her down. she was in a fit of laughter by the time he tossed her onto the couch. "i still want you in the worst way, darlin'. you ain't getting away from me for the rest of the night."

note:

hey everyone! i know this is different from what i usually post (aka austin butler ahaha) but i noticed on tiktok that riley green usually gets a lot of attention from all the clips of his concerts, but there's hardly any content of him on tumblr, wattpad, etc. so if you don't know who this is, he's a singer. i went to his concert recently and just completely fell back in love with him, so i wanted to write for him! if you enjoyed the idea, you can totally picture someone else for the role of riley. if you want more of riley, let me know! and do your research on him because this man is something else oooh lord

[princessisfinethx]

Monster!König x Vet!Reader pt. 3

Did I hit 100 followers? I'm actually literally buzzing I'm so excited lol

A/n: I made a familiar character the bad guy, and I started color coding people except König. If I colored König he'll be green but for now he'll stay colorless.

Warnings!: Dog attack, rivalry, dog bite, violence(towards animal)

M!König: Who made another bundle of fish just for you. He made sure to catch more of the ones you stated you had liked. The lake he lives in was huge, and a river connected it to various other lakes so it was always stocked up. He knew he needed to stop this, so he promised himself that this would be the last gift. Then he'll have to leave, move to a different lake. Even though he didn't want to.

M!König: Who, when he arrives at your vet clinic, sees you speaking to an older gentleman who has a leashed dog at his side and a bundle of flowers in his other hand. You seemed frustrated and shook your head up at the man, who in response had shifted impatiently. Enter, Hunter!Simon, who was trying to convince you that one drink with him will be good for you.

M!König: Who walked up to the both of you, holding the bundle of fish and glaring down at the man. He has blonde hair, scars across his pale skin and grey cold eyes. But König's eyes could be colder. You looked between the two men, sensing some kind of conflict arising internally. Clearing your throat, you told Simon he should leave, and that you declined his offer.

Hunter!Simon: Who was staring up at König with a menacing look. Something was off about this guy. Was this the bloke that you were seeing? And why did he wear a hood over his face. He noticed the bundle of fish and snorted a little. "Tha' all you can catch? If you're tryin t' impress her, that ain't gonna do it." He stared up at König but the mans face never changed. Riley, his dog, growled lowly as König stood there and looked down at them.

M!König: Who glared down at the dog next. Then answered coldly, "What use would she have for flowers? At least I catch her food, while you lazily pluck her weeds." He nearly snarled. Simon threw the flowers down while his dog growled louder, crouching in an attack position. Simon was close to raising his voice, both in heated anger and because Riley was barking louder. You stepped in, pushing the both of them back which caused Riley to jump up to attack, but König was pulling you out of the way before it registered to either one of them.

M!König: Who took the full on harsh bite of the K-9, kicking the dog away while Simon angrily yelled at him. But you were telling at Simon to leave or else you'd call the police. König watched as you threatened the blonde man while using your body to shield the much larger man. It made his heart swell despite the bleeding bite wound.

Vet!Reader: Who watched Simon and Riley walk back to his truck and drive away. You were quick to help König inside and treat his wounds. You had some healing ointment and rabies shots lined up but König was quick to stop you, explaining this was nothing. You knew König was different, so... You trusted him on this. Then when König was standing up, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. "You didn't have to do that...but thank you."

M!König: Who was blushing like crazy. His tentacles were more actively shifting beneath his hood but he hugged back stiffly. He cleared his throat. "I'm used to dog bites... And hunters." he shrugged. He watched you pull away and then your hand reached up to his tentacles, and some eagerly wrapped around your finger to which you smiled happily. He was a big blushing mess now but he wouldn't pull away.

M!König: Who was surprised when you offered to cook food for him. It's been a very long time since he ate cooked(human) food. But with you? He eagerly agreed. When you asked what he could eat, König proudly announced anything, except the funny tasting bottle drinks. You held back your giggles and he noticed.

A/n: Damn, this is sounding like a retelling of Beauty and the Beast🤦 Also ! If y'all don't want me to use Simon as bad guy I can change that. But I had a little background on Hunter!Simon.

Basically, after the war and he retired, he moved to this unnamed small town and took up hunting. Kind of a bad ending Simon cause it more or less makes him feel alive when he hunts. So instead of hunting for food, he hunts for fun. (Which, veterinarian you hates.) Hunting for fun and not food is a big no no where I live so I thought why not sprinkle conflict-

Like I said before, I can change his character so that it's not Simon but instead it's some random NPC with a shit name. Y'alls call.

[dangantums]

I KNOW I HAVEN’T GOTTEN TO REQUESTS YET BUT… i was soooo inspired by this post here that i had to write out a fic… @tum-bakery you never fail to inspire me with ur a.ce a.ttorney or stuffedronpa content

forgive me for any grammatical mistakes or anything of the sort, i wrote this really quick on mobile

Fly On The Wall

ship: w.rightworth

this fic contains: bloated belly, burps, belly rubs, button popping

TLDR: m.iles accidentally spies on p.hoenix stuffing himself after court one day.

In Miles and Phoenix’s shared cozy apartment, the aroma of fast food filled the air as Phoenix Wright sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by empty wrappers and containers that littered their kitchen counter. The attorney was working his way through his final half-eaten burger: work made him absolutely starving, so he decided to indulge and grab extra food on the way home from work. Grease stained his fingers as he took another bite, his movements once quick and efficient were now slow and labored, like he was chewing molasses. His eyelids drooped, tiredness hitting him like a truck. He was so tired that, in fact, he failed to notice his boyfriend Miles Edgeworth staring at him from the other room.

Miles sat at the dining room table, head turned to stare at Phoenix’s form. Legal documents remained bare, his laptop dimmed from the lack of usage to save battery. The attorney hadn’t even said as much as a ‘hello’ to Miles before he shoved the food onto the kitchen counter and began eating. And Miles has been watching him. Silently observing him this whole time. Like a fly on the wall, it’s like he wasn’t even there.

Phoenix’s once trim abdomen now bulged outward, straining against the fabric of his shirt as though pleading for mercy. The buttons threatened to pop open under the pressure. Labored breaths filled the room as he finally polished off the burger he held in his hand. Phoenix leaned back in the chair to close his eyes for a moment, a soft sigh escaping him as one hand now rubbed the side of his taut belly. His bloated belly protruded prominently, dominating his lap.

That was nearly the end of Miles. He felt his face grow red, cheeks hot to the touch as he quickly looked away. He stared at his dim laptop screen, the words in the email he was writing becoming jumbled in his head. All he could think about was Phoenix. How devourable and amazing he looked at that very moment. The prosecutor attempted to force himself back to work, leaning forward in the chair to look down at a sheet of paper he had next to the computer. As Miles attempted to meticulously review the legal intricacies of the case, noises started coming from the kitchen and he couldn't help but be distracted. Phoenix belched several times — and with each burp, Miles’ attention wavered, his thoughts drifting from his work to the scene playing out before him.

He had to look at Phoenix again. His gaze darted over to look at the man sitting at the kitchen counter. Phoenix was now gently rubbing his overfilled belly, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort. His hand moved in slow circles, tracing the contours of his swollen abdomen as he tried to soothe the ache within. Miles watched with a mixture of amusement, bewilderment and affection, his eyes never leaving Phoenix's bloated form.

As Phoenix let out a long sigh, his bloated belly expanding prominently, a sudden *pop* echoed through the kitchen. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt the unmistakable sensation of a button giving way beneath the strain of his overfilled stomach. With a mixture of disbelief and amusement, Phoenix glanced down to see a button from his shirt lying innocently on the table, severed from its thread like a casualty of war. His mouth gaped open in surprise, like a fish out of water.

So did Miles’.

Miles swore his face couldn’t turn any more red. Couldn’t burn any hotter. But it did, like a blazing inferno, scalding to the touch. His hands tightened into a fist, desperate to grab something, but could only paw at the sheer tablecloth. His heart pounded in his chest, the thumping rang through his ears and echoed in his skull. Phoenix looked so devourable at this moment.

"Oops," Phoenix had muttered sheepishly, hands feathering gentle touches into his skin. The attorney chewed on the bottom of his lip before an expression that displayed a mixture of discomfort and determination appeared on his face. Phoenix pushed himself up from his chair, his bloated belly protesting with every movement. As he stood, he felt the full weight of his meal pressing heavily against him, causing him to wince slightly at the strain. With a steadying breath, Phoenix squared his shoulders and attempted to walk, his movements slow and deliberate as he tried to navigate the kitchen with his swollen abdomen. Each step was a struggle, his distended belly impeding his progress as he waddled awkwardly across the room.

Miles tried to speak, but words failed him. He could only watch as Phoenix waddled out of sight, presumably to their shared bedroom to sleep off that damn food coma. Miles blinked quickly, eyes fixated on the now empty chair and the empty wrappers that littered their kitchen counter. All Miles wanted to do at that moment was chase Phoenix down and tell him that he liked what he saw, but… he couldn’t.

Miles was just a fly on the wall.

[annalu86]

A second go at a first date.

Tim is not against public displays of affection. Within reason.

He actively likes holding hands with women he is in a relationship with.

He’s been known to put his hand on a lower back, or an arm round a shoulder

And maybe even a quick hug.

He likes to think it was because he was a gentleman, he would tell his partners their relationship was no one else’s business but he was beginning to believe that maybe he’d never been in a relationship where he just couldn’t keep his hands off the other person before…

He has the feeling Lucy is really going to answer this question for him.

Of course in this moment he’s not thinking any of this, he’s not thinking at all. Sitting as close to Lucy as possible in these uncomfortable metal chairs, food forgotten in front of them.

One hand on her knee, the other in her hair. The kiss had built and built, the idea that the other food truck patrons or passers by might see them had not crossed his mind.

The minute she had told him, in that fancy restaurant during their disastrous first ‘first date’, that she wanted them to have their first “real” kiss he had thought about how much he wanted to finally be the one to take control.

The first peck, back in her apartment all those months ago, an embarrassment he needed to make up for. Lucy had followed that very first kiss up with 2 of the most heart racing, knee buckling kisses Tim had ever experienced. He had something to prove.

Not that he was competitive or anything but, he had to at least level the playing field.

It was Lucy who pulled back first, out of breath, flushed cheeks and red lips. She placed her hands on his chest as he reflexively leaned forward to chase another kiss.

“Let me breathe” she giggled slightly and he worked to contain the slightly smug grin that threatened to take over his face

“Sure thing” he leaned back in his chair not taking his eyes off her. He picked at his food as she took a deep drink from her can.

For several minutes they both sat in silence, gazes soft, gentle smiles.

Lucy starts to lean forward in her seat and Tim forces himself to remain still, to focus on the way her hair falls forward over her shoulders. How her smile quirks up on one side as she watches his reaction intently. Her hand reaches up and round to the back of his neck and his eyes close, briefly, at the light touch she leaves on his skin.

Goose bumps erupt on his skin as she trails her finger tips down his neck and along his collar bone. She pauses, momentarily.

“Lucy” it comes out as a whisper when her finger tighten around the collar of his shirt and she draws him firmly to her.

Tim is the first to pull away this time, he feels like he’s losing a battle of wills. Against his own hands. Touching Lucy is a heady mixture of electrifying and familiar. New, but also as it had always been. He knows how her soft face will fit in his hand because he knows every inch of her face as well as he knows his own.

But her words ring in his ears. They shouldn’t rush just because they know each other so well.

So with super human strength he sits back and tries to string together a sentence.

“Angela is going to be insufferable” he rolled his eyes but his smile remained.

“You’re going to tell her?” Lucy didn’t sound nervous but he wanted to reassure her that he wasn’t going to be telling anyone until she was ready.

“Honestly I don’t think I’m going to have to. Detective Lopez will work it out in minutes” then in a moment of bravery “she’s been on at me about us” he says gesturing between them “for some time”

Lucy’s mouth hangs open

“Us?” She stutters “for sometime?!” Her mouth opens and closes like a fish and Tim can’t help but grin “Tim!” She swats at his shoulder. “Explain!”

“She may have worked out that I had feelings for you, maybe even before I was sure” Tim could feel the heat in his cheeks and new a blush was creeping over his face. “She asked some questions, made me ask a few more of myself”

“When?” Was all she asked her eyes locked on his.

“After we kissed, the first time in your apartment” Lucy’s eyes shot wide open “I… I was… confused” he stuttered “I wasn’t expecting to feel what I felt. Does that make sense?”

“Absolutely” she nodded “I feel like things had been a little…” she paused “fuzzy? Before. But after?” She swallowed hard “I thought about that kiss more than I probably should have.” Her gaze dropped to her lap “dreamt about it more than I should have”

Tim felt his heart hammer in his chest at her confession. No words formed, he just stared at her as she fiddled nervously with the hem of her shirt.

Slowly, he reached his hand out. Sliding his fingers along her jaw until her face was resting in his large hand, he lifted her face towards his and placed a single gentle kiss to her lips. As quick as the first, in her apartment but with all the feelings, all the meaning neither of them had been free to express at the time.

“Ok.” Tim said sitting back again “so how many grandchildren are you thinking exactly”

Lucy’s hearty laugh echoed out into the night “Tim!” He was beginning to think her love language was whacking him on the shoulder

“Well I’m just saying, we might not want to take it too slow or…” and just like that they were back to their gentle teasing.

They finally finished their food and arranged that their next date would see Tim cooking for her at his place and after 3 failed attempts at saying goodnight at their cars, that just saw them out of breath and Lucy with wild hair, Tim was finally in his truck on his way home.

He would see her again in the morning and he new just the thought would send him off to a blissful sleep and just maybe he’d have a few dreams of his own.

[zoeykallus]

Hello there! My request is the reader (gender neutral) is offered to dog sit Grizzer. But the reader loses him, chaos happens but the reader manages to find Grizzer before Hound comes back.

BTW I love all of your writings :)

Aloha!

Sorry for being so late, I'm slowly catching up with old requests 😬

I'm not good at harmless, fluffy stuff like this, but I'm trying 😅

Hound x GN!Reader – One-Shot – Grizzer On The Loose

Warnings: Slightly Angsty/Fluffy/SFW

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'Of course, I can keep an eye on Grizzer' you assured him, 'no problem at all'. Now it turns out that it is a problem after all. Somehow, the dog made off on your walk. You just had a quick chat, didn't look for a second, and Grizzer's gone. His leash is chewed off, the dog obviously had no patience with you. You call and whistle, but the animal doesn't show itself and doesn't let you hear anything from it. Normally, Grizzer responds very well, even to you. Hound has taught you how to handle him, what commands are important. But it doesn't matter what you do, Grizzer just doesn't show himself. Slowly, panic rises in you and your heart pounds up to your throat. Your steps quicken, you look around every corner, down every alley, calling out for the animal again and again. You curse softly to yourself, run down the alley and along the park, several times, ask passers-by if they have seen anything, but to no avail. At a street corner you stop, take a deep breath and look around. "This just can't be happening," you mutter quietly to yourself, "Hound is going to be so angry and disappointed in me."

You curse and clench your hands into fists. "This just can't be true"

Meanwhile, with Hound: The sun is shining, warm but not too obtrusive, a gentle breeze is blowing across the shore and the river. Hound has a day off for the first time in a long time. He's with a couple of his brothers on a little fishing trip that's been planned for a long time. Perfect peace and quiet, no pressure, no work. Actually he had wanted to take Grizzer with him, he loves the animal, but you had suggested taking care of the dog, so that Hound can really enjoy a day of complete rest. "Where is your four-legged friend? You don't usually leave home without him," asks one of his brothers. Hound answers with pride in his voice, "I have someone. Grizzer is in the best hands." But then he looks thoughtful. He misses the dog and you. Actually he's never fished before, that was the idea of one of his brothers who got it from that Hunter guy from CF99. Now that he's sitting here thinking about it like this, he'd rather be with you and Grizzer. "I don't think this is for me," he says as he starts to pack up his stuff. His brothers look at him questioningly.

"I'm going back" His brothers roll their eyes, but don't try to stop him. In fact, they have bets on how long it will take Hound to want to go back. He's never away from his dog for long, and he always cancels most trips because of it. So they are not really surprised.

Grizzers view: So many smells! Must explore everything! Nostrils quivering. So exciting! Wait a minute, where did my guardian go? Grizzer looks around, sniffs. He smells you, picks up your scent, runs. Then he sees you. Found them! Are we going home now? But before he reaches you, another smell distracts him. A food truck passes between you. Again, nostrils quiver. FOOD! Grizzer knows very well that he is only allowed to eat what he is given, but his master is not there, maybe he can make an exception. FOOD WAIT FOR ME!

You turn around, out of a feeling, your eyes darting back and forth, but you see nothing. You sigh wistfully. When your com beeps, you flinch, startled. It's Hound. For a moment, you think about not answering it, but that seems wrong. "Hi. How's it going?" asks Hound cheerfully. "Great!" you blurt out, "Everything's fine." "Really? Grizzer didn't give you any trouble?" You get hot and cold, you want to tell him the truth, but automatically you say instead, "Grizzer is behaving very decently, we're having a lot of fun." Hound laughs softly, "I'm glad to hear that, in a few hours we can have dinner together, I'll be back a little early." You get hot and cold. "Earlier? Oh, really? Trip's not as good as expected?" you ask innocently as sweat breaks out. Hound says, cautiously, "Well, it's not bad, but I miss you and Grizzer". That was incredibly sweet, but right now, unfortunately, you can't really appreciate it.

"Oh, wow, that's.... really sweet. When will you be back?"

"In about three hours, my shuttle lands," Hound says excitedly, "Will you two pick me up at the landing site?" "Sure!" you say, almost choking your voice. "Great, I'm looking forward to seeing you both".

Grizzer: The food truck is too fast, the four-legged friend has to give up the chase. He pants, a little out of breath. A disappointed snort is heard, then Grizzer turns around and walks a little more leisurely back the way he came. He's hungry, but he's sure the guardian will feed him when he gets home. Even if it doesn't smell as good as the food truck. Hunger finally quickens his steps. His paws tap across the ground in quick time. It takes a little while, but he picks up your scent again and follows it, all the way back to the park. Grizzer finds you in the park, sitting on a park bench. Somehow you smell different than usual, strangely bitter. He knows that smell, you're sad. Maybe he should bring you a present.

You have only a few minutes left before you have to run to the landing platform and confess to Hound that you have lost Grizzer. You feel heavy, a knot in your stomach, pressure on your chest. You feel so sorry. You worry about the animal and of course what Hound will say and feel, he loves Grizzer. He loves you too, but maybe soon he won't anymore, you think bitterly. Suddenly, something nudges you from the side. Your eyes grow huge, your heart leaps. It's Grizzer, who has fished an empty fast-food package out of the trash and is holding it out to you, wiggling happily. "Grizzer!" Hastily, you tie the torn leash back onto his collar, with a double knot. You pet the dog, actually wanting to scold, but you are far too relieved to do so. Your eyes wander along the dog's body, and you are relieved to see that he has no injuries. "Okay, let's go, we're going to be late!" Grizzer has no idea what you're saying, but you're obviously happy about the gift, because you smell very different now.

You get to the platform just in time as the shuttle lands. As Hound runs down the ramp, you beam at him and Grizzer fidgets excitedly. You see the wide smile on Hound's face and feel a wave of relief wash over you. He immediately embraces you, kissing your cheek. You are so happy and relieved that your knees almost buckle. "I missed you," Hound says softly, kissing the corner of your mouth. "You've barely been gone ten hours," you say, laughing softly. "Still," Hound says with a grin, finally crouching down to greet Grizzer. "Hey boy, have you been good? Have you been a good dog?" Grizzer wiggles excitedly and nuzzles into Hound's petting. But then his hands wander to the collar and Hound sees the knot and that the leash has been broken. "Sure nothing special happened?" he asks, looking up at you from his crouch. You smile, nervous but as composed as possible.

"Well, he got loose once, but that wasn't too tragic," you explain hastily. Hound looks at the animal and asks, "Grizzer, weren't you such a good boy after all?" The dog tilts his head to the side and looks at his master, uncomprehending. "That wasn't so bad," you say, waving it off, "He was actually quite well-behaved." Hound laughs softly. "All right, if you say so" He takes the leash from you, grabs your hand and says, "Let's go shopping for groceries, we'll cook something together at your house" You breathe a sigh of relief and nod. So happy this panic is over. "That's a great idea"

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[sinkingteethinwhitenoise]

Limoncello - Chapter 10

Pairing: Nick Folio x OFC (Maeve)

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, fish, flirting, sexual tension if you squint, scary stuff at the end, MDNI

Word Count: 1.8k

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“Heaven’s hiding barely out of frame, but Hell embraces like a hurricane.” ~ Thousand Below, Hell Finds You Everywhere

Maeve awoke late the next morning with arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Gentle kisses and warm breath tickled her neck. “G’morning,” she murmured, smiling, voice raspy from sleep.

“Good morning, doll,” Nick rasped into her neck. “You sleep well?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, turning to face him. “Did you?”

“Slept like a baby,” he grinned. He moved his arms so that she could face him fully, then rested a hand on her hip, rubbing his thumb across the sliver of skin exposed from her shirt riding up. Nick’s hair was tussled, his eyes sleepy, and his goofy smile was spread across his face like he’d just won the lottery. To him, he had.

“How’s your hand?” she questioned. She placed her hand on his bicep and ran it down his arm until she reached his hand, grabbing it and moving it from her hip to in front of her.

“It’s a little sore,” Nick shrugged. “I’m not too worried about it.” He watched fondly as she inspected the bandage that was still securely in place around his knuckles. With a gentle touch and focused gaze, she began to unwrap his hand to check the wound underneath.

“It looks a little better,” she commented under her breath once she could see the wound. She set the bandage on her nightstand before she pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles as she made eye contact with him.

Nick felt his heart jump into his throat and his eyes began to crinkle from how hard he was smiling. “It’s all thanks to you,” he grinned. He took his hand from her gentle hold and used it to pull her closer to him. “Best nurse ever,” he chuckled before pulling her in for a kiss.

Maeve giggled against his lips as she kissed back, her hands moving to cup his face. The kiss was soft and slow. Both of them kept accidentally breaking the kiss because they couldn’t stop smiling.

Nick was the first to fully pull away. “Can I take you fishing today?”

“I don’t really know how to fish,” Maeve shrugged. “But I’ll come with you.”

“I’ll teach you,” Nick sat up excitedly. “This is gonna be sick.”

“Slow your roll,” Maeve giggled, sitting up. “I need coffee and food first.”

After a quick breakfast, Maeve sat in the passenger’s seat of Nick’s truck with the air conditioner blasting while Nick loaded up the poles, chairs, tackle boxes, and a cooler filled with water and beer. It was absolutely precious how excited he was to take her fishing. He hadn’t stopped smiling once, rushing around to get everything they needed packed up like a kid helping pack the car for Disneyland. The next thing she knew, the driver’s side door swung open and Nick plopped into the seat. “You ready?” he chirped, buckling his seatbelt with a quickness.

“Ready.”

Nick plugged his phone into the aux and put on a mix of 90s and early 2000s country music before peeling out of the driveway. His right hand made purchase on Maeve’s thigh for the majority of the drive, which took about 30 minutes. It felt like no time at all as they laughed and joked all the way to the lake.

When they arrived, Maeve tried to get out of the truck. Nick stopped her. “Ah ah ah,” he patted her thigh. “Don’t touch that door.” Maeve furrowed her eyebrows at him as he got out of the truck and ran to the passengers side to open the door for her. He offered her his hand.

She grabbed it with a giggle. “Thank you,” she chirped, getting out of the truck with his help and pressing a quick kiss to his check. She didn’t miss the way his face flushed.

Maeve stood by as he unloaded the truck. He was trying to figure out how to carry everything in one trip, and struggling.

“Nick,” Maeve laughed. “Let me help.”

“No way, doll,” he grunted, trying again to adjust his grip and ultimately failing. “Shit.”

“Please?” she asked with a slight whine to her voice, eyes wide and lips pouted.

Nick looked up at her and nearly dropped everything he was holding. “Fuck, you’re so cute,” his lips curved up into a smile. “Fine. C’mere and grab something.”

She smiled victoriously as she walked over to him. She pushed her prescription sunglasses up the bridge of her nose before she took the lawn chairs and tackle box off his hands, her own bag hanging on her shoulder. He was left to carry the poles and the cooler, which was definitely the heaviest thing he’d brought. They then started the short hike to Nick’s favorite spot on the lake.

Once everything was set down, Nick pulled Maeve close and pressed a long kiss to her lips. His hands held onto her hips while hers snaked around his neck. “What was that for?” she asked, giggling, once he pulled away.

“For helping me,” he pecked her lips. “And for coming with me.”

They pulled away from each other and Nick unfolded both of the chairs. He sat down and started to set up the poles. Maeve got her sunscreen out of her bag and began to apply it. When she was done, she stood in front of Nick. “Babe,” she said.

He looked up at her with a smile, eyes sparkling. “What’s up, doll?”

“Let me put sunscreen on you.”

“I don’t burn. I’ll be okay.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Nick, you need sunscreen.”

“Alright,” he chuckled, setting the pole he was working on to the side. “Go for it.”

Maeve smiled and sat down on his lap, facing him, not noticing how his eyes turned into saucers as she did. She put sunscreen in her hands and gently spread it on his face, ears, and neck, rubbing it into his skin with a soft touch. She did his arms next and then pressed a kiss to his cheek. “All done,” she stood up.

Nick cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “Thank you, baby,” he breathed, face burning hot. He went back to setting up the poles. When he was done, he handed one to her, leaving the other leaned up against the chair. “I’m gonna teach you how to cast, okay?”

Maeve awkwardly held the pole and nodded at him. He led her to the edge of the water. He adjusted her hands so that her left hand held the bottom of the grip and the right hand was above it near the reel. “Just keep your hands here,” he murmured as he adjusted them. “Now, take your right pointer finger and press the line against the pole,” he instructed. She followed his instruction. “Good,” he hummed. “Now, take your left hand off the pole.” She did. “Now, flick the reel up.” He guided her hand to the correct part of the reel and she flicked it up.

“Good job, doll,” he praised. Her face was red. “Put your left hand back on the pole.” When she did that, he continued. “You’re going to swing the pole over your shoulder, don’t let go of the line.” He wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands over hers to guide her motion. “Now, swing it forward and let go of the line. Flick the reel back down when it hits the water.” He guided her arms to swing the pole forward and helped her carry through and finish the cast. Satisfied, he kissed her cheek with a huge, goofy smile. “Great job, baby.” Then he grabbed his own pole and casted.

“Now what?” Maeve asked, holding back a smile as she reminded herself to breathe.

“We wait,” Nick shrugged.

It took a while for the fish to start biting. Maeve got the first bite. The top of her pole began to bend. “Nick,” she squeaked. “What do I do?”

He looked over, “Reel it in.” He stepped closer to her and held his pole between his legs as he helped her. The fish flopped as it was reeled into shore. Maeve squealed when it was finally out of the water. She held the pole while Nick worked to get it off of the hook. “Look at that,” he smiled proudly. “First catch of the day. Wanna hold it?”

She smiled wide, “Yeah, actually. I kinda do.”

“Alright,” he moved the fish closer to her. “Put your thumb in its mouth and pinch.”

She did as directed and Nick pulled his hand away once she had a good grip. She giggled as she held it, “Holy shit.” Then it started to flop around in her grip, splashing her with water. She squealed and held it further away from herself. “Take it,” she squealed. “I don’t wanna hold it anymore.”

Nick laughed and laughed hard as he took the fish back and tossed it back into the water. “You big baby,” he teased.

The rest of the day was spent fishing and drinking. Nick even chased Maeve around with one of the fish he caught just so she’d scream and laugh. That resulted with him getting pushed into the water, and her getting pulled down with him.

When they returned home, the sun was setting. It would be dark in no time. “Do you wanna come over and hang out?” Nick asked her as they turned down their street.

“Yes,” she chirped. “But I need to shower first. I’ll come over after.”

“That’s fair,” Nick nodded, parking the truck. “I should do that too.”

“Yeah you should,” Maeve teased. “You stink.”

Nick rolled his eyes playfully, “We’re here. Go shower. And be quick because I already miss you.”

Maeve gave Nick a quick kiss before grabbing her bag and hopping out of the truck.

Maeve went into her house and locked the door behind her before rushing to her bathroom to take a shower. It was a relatively quick shower. She did her skincare right after. By the time she walked into her bedroom and put on a cute lounge set, it was dark outside. She threw her hair into a ponytail and was ready to go.

Just as she reached her bedroom door to leave, she heard glass shatter. She figured it was likely a window. She nearly jumped out of her skin. In the heat of the moment, she was somehow able to keep herself from screaming. Frozen in fear, she heard a chilling voice, taunting her.

“Honey, I’m home,” the creepy voice sang.

She instantly sprung into action. She knew that voice anywhere. Gripping her phone tightly in her hand, she locked her bedroom door and quickly made it into her closet, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could. She hid herself in a pile of clothes that were on the floor as she heard heavy footsteps booming throughout her home, headed straight for her room. “You can’t hide from me,” the voice shouted threateningly. With trembling fingers, she pulled up her and Nick’s text messages.

‘I need help. Call 911.’

She sent the text before calling 911 herself. Her eyes welled up with tears as she silently prayed that someone would get to her before Tanner did.

[the-whispers-of-death]

man oh man wolf Kali and dragon reader fighting over bear Stone is juicy.

i have some thoughts.

reader is actively trying to show up Kali, bringing outrageously big game to Stone like he sees Kali bringing Stone tasty fish and he huffs, smoke pouring from his nostrills and the next thing they know reader brings Stone a whole orca he hunted, brings him the fattest seals too, the blubber is good for stocking up for winter. in theory reader has everything to charm and woo Stone. he's big (well over 7 feet), he's strong (easily lifting up a truck when they don't have a car jack), he's rich (huge hoard as well as old money in banks across the world), he's knowledgeable (knows so much stuff, was around when the first telescopes and star maps were made, was around even before that) but reader knows that Kali has an advantage of knowing Stone for a long time and another thing is that reader is old... like old old and Kali and Stone are far closer in age so why would Stone want some old man when he can have a young, lively mate who has been by his side for all this time. now of course reader won't just give up, dragons are known to be both proud and possessive so reader won't allow that kind of hit to his pride nor will he just give up what he thinks should be his. but a dark part of his brain is always whispering for him to be prepared to loose his dream mate to someone (in readers opinion) more suited afterall reader is old and past his prime (in dragon years) he couldn't even give Stone a proper family (i have a hc that certain hybrids are very gung ho about family and cubs) so despite being all that and a bag of chips reader can't help but be insecure (there's also the fact of it being a mythical hybrid trying to court a regular animal hybrid and considering the fact that reader would probably outlive them both so... yeah)

it ends with all three in a pollycule because i don't like angst lol (if you don't mind that is)

I mean, technically there's already a polycule because dragon hybrid!Reader is also courting lion hybrid!Sarabi. We might as well add wolf hybrid!Kali into it too, yeah?

Wolf hybrid!Kali who has more than one reason to try and one-up dragon hybrid!Reader's courting of Stone because you're courting both the mate he's been courting with for twelve years and his trusted lieutenant. Part of him feels like why should you get both lion hybrid!Sarabi and bear hybrid!Stone?

He knows realistically he cannot compete with a dragon hybrid, a fact that's further proven by you bringing an orca to Stone. But that doesn't stop him from trying.

Kali helps Stone take care of his den, helping him bring back the food you bought Stone so that he's well-stocked up for the winter. He provides Stone with the flowers he knows Stone loves, he shares his kills with Stone. He reminds Stone of all of their good times, he cuddles Stone every night he can with you around.

But Stone still wants you, actually, he wants you both. So he tells you two and you're quick to start courting Kali.

Kali suddenly has more rabbits and deer showing up at his own den, all of them from you. You help him deal with other wolf packs, using your dragon hybrid nature to run off everyone who tries to encroach on his pack's territory.

Kali's confused but eventually, he accepts it. He's not used to...submitting, to being taken care of, but at least Stone and Sarabi are happy. And he doesn't mind having help with keeping his pack safe.

[juniper-c]

Folks from the US getting condescending about people not from the states has to be my least favourite genre of posts. Like, i swear every other week I see some shit written in half baked (british) english slang about baked beans or jellied eels or rotten teeth and it drives me up the wall. Just a bunch of fundamental misunderstandings about a place they've never been too with little to no curiosity about what life might actually be like there.

Im only coming at this from a UK angle so cant speak for anywhere else but a quick rundown on all this shit states side people get wrong about our food specifically because thats what winds me up the most.

Beans on toast is a cheap staple breakfast food, not the cornerstone of our cullinary tradition.

In most urban city centers you get a complex mix of diaspora informed food stuffs, primarily indian and east asian because of all that colonialism we did. Relatively large muslim populations also bring in middle eastern influences.

Even what you might think of as a classic british pub will sell you a basic curry unless you're in the arse end of nowhere. This is not niche shit. Our whole food culture is shaped by this.

What you could call 'classic' british cooking like full roast dinners with Yorkshire puddings, propery gravy, sruffung, and all the other fixings are fucking great actually. Bit of lamb with mint, bit of pork with apple sauce, cut of beef with mustard. It goes hard.

Even if you are in the arse end of nowhere stuff like pasties, proper pies, stews with dumplings, fish and chips, and other sea side holiday basics that make you think of little coves in north devon are also good, actually. Yes its not spiced to all hell and back, but they incoperate herbs and vegatables and stocks in ways that give it a unique depth of flavour distinct from cultures informed by a more spice heavy tradition.

Say what you will about our shit (complimentary) chicken shops and rubbery high street donner in years of nights out blind drunk in student bits of the city they've never once given me the gastric distress y'all describe post taco bell.

Of course our mexican food isn't particularly authentic, the countries half a planet away and we dont have a large mexican diaspora. What we do have is tuned for mass market appeal by largish chains or sold out of artisinal taco food trucks that we all find a bit wanky tbh.

Spicy food exists, and we quite like it. Yes even pasty white tony who turns the colour of jam when he eats a medium hot vindaloo. Indian food is a cornerstone of our national diet of course we know what chilli powder is.

And finally nobody eats fucking jellied eels it was a victorian era poverty food and even then only in london.

Also our chocolate is better than yours because we dont put the weird chemical in it that makes it taste like sick. Eat a kit kat and die mad about it.

[thesims3help]

Sims 3 - Gameplay enhancing mods: In-game fixes and other mods.

A category-based mod post. Mods and links previously featured in our Masterlist. All credits to their rightful owners.

Categories include small mods fixing in-game issues, No More Autonomous, Autonomous mods, and mods that don't fit previous categories.

Honorary mentions to: Anach's Sims 3 Mods, Ani's Sims | Downloads , aa6x7 : Quick Links, simlogical.com

Fixes:

Just Sit (script mod)

Invisible Sim Fixer Mod by Consort (simlogical.com)

Change At Home After Work

Opportunity phone call fix (and more)

Trait Discovery Fix

Harvester Fix

Random Sim Fixes 2.0

Get to Know Fix

Certificate Reward Fix (UPDATED for Late Night)

Sunbathing Fix by Inge (simlogical.com)

Interaction on sloped terrain enabler

Base Game Half Walls FIXED!!!!

Write Thank You Notes Fix

Inventor's Workbench fix for Bridgeport.

Read Toddler to Sleep - Fixed Interaction

Pet Tombstone Shadow Fix

Fixed horse tails (no more shiny horses!)

University Life Visual Fixes (Send Insulting Text, Texting Idle, Heat of the Moment Kiss)

A Proper Fix to the Proper Trait for 1.67 [UPDATED:~8/1/2016] - *Supernatural Required*!

Restoration Spell Fix

Hanging Lantern Fix

ITF Perigee Planter Fix

Watch Laser Rhythm-a-Con FIX

Spicy Animation Fix

Better Bloom Interaction

Pigtail Glitch Fix

Opportunity Phone Call Fix

Laundromat Fix

Nectar Squishing Makes You Dirty

Fix for photograhy issues. Patch 1.55 (moreawesomethanyou.com)

(No) Autonomous mods:

No Autonomous Go To Home at The Sims 3 Nexus

No Autonomous "Check out new object"

No more autonomous computer use (1.67)

No Autonomous "Read Something" Interaction

More requested no autonomy mods for Pets and Generations.

No Autonomous Sprinkler

No Autonomous Tag

No Autonomous Skinny Dipping/Get in HotTub/Pool with Flavours

No Auto make Processed Baby Food

No autonomous Deep Fryer or Ice Cream Maker

No Autonomous Wishing Well interactions by Nona Mena (simlogical.com)

No More Autonomous Scatter Hay by CyberBob (simlogical.com)

Autonomous "Clean Up" Plate

No (or fewer) automatic memories (with custom tool to make your own mod)

No More Autonomous 'Put Away' Fire Pit Action

No Autonomous Play In The Ocean

No More mods:

No Sledgehammer Flash

No Relationship Sparkles

No Woohoo Hearts

No Simoleon Effects When Selling Paintings

No Fight Effects/No Slap Effects

No Musical Notes!

No Build Sparkles!

No more stupid outfits. +Sniper296's Curfew remover integracion.

No Sleep Zzzs - Now with No 010101s (Amb) and No Vvvs! (LN)

No Pregnancy Chime and No Woohoo Harp Sound

No Parasols (XML tuning mod) by Consort (simlogical.com)

No Unfinished Room Moodlet by Nona Mena (simlogical.com)

Showtime Mechanical Bull: No changing into Cowboy/Cowgirl outfits by Nona Mena (simlogical.com)

No More University Life NPC Protests

No Bad Night Sleep & Backache Moodlet

Snoring be gone!

No Romantic Interest On Kiss (1.67 compatible)

No Mutated Hair/Eye Colour

No Scales for Human Mermaids

Curfew Disabler

No Foot Tapping While Waiting For Clear Route!

Perfect Honey and No Auto Clean the Hive

Bog Off, Bobby: No/Reduced Curfew for Teens and Children

No More Crying Over Plants

No More Heckle

Other mods:

Annoyances Disabler

Online Center V30 (December 2nd, 2014)

The Third Person Mod

Burglars Steal Simoleons Too

More Senarios Upon Moving

[Public Beta] The Randomizer Mod - REWORKED!

Moar Interactions

WrittenWord - Sim written books found in Bookstore under General tab.

World Loading Screen Overhaul v2.0

No pets waking up sleeping sim, less ice cream truck and more or less CAS money

Put Away All Books *Compatible with 1.67*

Put Away All Scraps

Store All Fish and Harvestables at Once *Compatible with 1.67*

More Gem Cutting Options (Best, Random, Hidden, Unlocked Cuts) *Compatible with 1.67*

SimTransformer for TS3

Portrait, StillLife, MemorizeScene quality fixer

Cow Plant mod: Only Paparazzi can Eat Cake & Occult can Eat Cake Redux

Throw Bigger Parties whenever you want!

SmartPhone Camera Upgrade

More Unique Adventures per Day

Make Travels Free of Charge (Supplement to NRaas Traveler)

Umbrella Tuning (Unbreakable + More)

Greatly extend lot opening hours - The City That Never Sleeps

More Frequent Burglars (5 Flavours)

More intense fire

[pro-mammonologist]

@buggaboorenegade reblogged talking about taking them to a Walmart and lemme really really encapsulate the southern American experience. ‼️‼️‼️

driving the boys in a soccer mom minivan while I bump and interesting mix of country women getting their revenge on the husbands that cheated on them while also bumping some good ol Megan Thee Stallion and finishing with Party in the USA

we arrive in the parking lot complete with obnoxious yee yee dudes at the end of the parking lot playing really loud Florida Georgia line or like Morgan wallen and Satan proceeds to ask what those flags mean

Me giving a quick “that’s a racist one, that’s an ironic one, that’s a… probably some type of dogwhistle” cuz to explain the entire history of then would be tooooo time consuming

we park crooked but it’s fine because the lifted ram truck next to us took up two whole spaces and the busted camero next to us has a sweet old lady smoking a cigarette who says “brought the whole pack hunnie? I ain’t seen that many men since my 40s!”

We enter the Walmart. They are dumbstruck.

Beel: why are there metal detectors?

Belphie: why is that child crying on the floor

Mammon: a jewelry store??? And a bank???? And a salon????? AND AN EYE DOCTOR?????

Satan: I have heard of these… are those…… live lobsters?

Lucifer: this place smells like bleach

Levi: they have video games??? Next to the baby department?

Asmo: lingerie??? How much is it in Grimm????

Me: like I guess 5 bucks is like 50 Grimm….

Asmo: THats POCKET CHANGE

Mammon: you’re telling me these shoes are about only 100 grimm?????? Mc, what is this place?

Me: home.

Lucifer: your home sells firearms, paint, fish tanks, and baby food all within the same establishment?

Satan: Human capitalism is quite the concept.

Me: I have depression because of it.

Satan: at least there aren’t torture devices I suppose

Satan: *checks the kitchen section* fuck I was wrong

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

☕️🎵

talk about your ideal day

oh man i could answer this a million ways. it's so difficult to pick a single "ideal" day because for me, variety is the spice of life! but i'll just give a quick example:

wake up before sunrise. next to a girl. sex. shower. fresh coffee. go to the beach/harbor/pier. fish for a few hours. eat breakfast burritos from a food truck. go to a museum with girl. get to ramble to her about history/art or whatever. storm rolls in. we go to book store or library. then coffee shop. then we go home. we drink and cook a steak dinner. more sex. shower together. then get cozy and watch movies or read or play video games.

name 5 songs you love at the moment

bro i cannot get "waiting for my ruca" by sublime out of my head.

also "then i kissed her" by the beach boys

"hail mary" by 2pac

"san lucas" by kevin karl

"let's take a ride like we used to" by pat the bunny

[tidaldiariessimblr]

🏝️Time on Island: Day 15

I slapped the water with my hand, accidentally splashing Ioannis, who was seemingly unfazed by my tantrum. For two days he had been trying to teach me how to catch fish, and no matter what, I couldn't do it. Though I could feel the amusement radiating from him, he never mocked me.

“Again,” he instructed.

With a dramatic sigh, I plunged my hands back into the warm water.

After a few silent moments, I felt the wriggling of a fish beneath my fingertips. I lunged for it, but my grip faltered, and the fish slipped away, too quick for my inexperienced hands.

“Ugh! This is IMPOSSIBLE!” I groaned, trying to rub away a growing headache.

“You need patience, little human.”

“What do you know about patience?” I mumbled, sarcasm still in full effect.

Ioannis chuckled softly, “I am still patiently waiting for you to answer my questions.”

With a sigh of frustration, I plopped down beside him. "Go ahead, ask away."

As I tossed sand into the water, he appeared to ponder for a moment before asking, "What is it like where you come from?"

Home…

“I come from a place called Bridgeport. It’s in the city so it's very crowded, lots of tall buildings, kind of smelly,” I laughed.

“There are cars honking all the time and people rushing everywhere. I grew up there and loved it but lately it feels…felt overwhelming. There was a local park I used to go to all the time, I swear it was the only place with a tree. But there was a food truck there that had the best fries.”

“What is a fries?”

“Just fries - it's potatoes that are sort of cut into sticks and fried in hot oil. It’s a comfort food, really.”

“Do many humans enjoy these...fries?"

“Definitely,” I laughed. “Things get so busy in the city it's sometimes hard to make time to eat a healthy meal. Luckily, we do have holidays when families gather for dinners. We make home-cooked meals and tell stories around the table. Dinners in my family were chaotic and loud, but lots of laughter and teasing,” I said, a smile tugging at my lips.

"My mom was an amazing cook." I felt a pang in my chest, the nostalgia hitting me hard. "I really miss those times."

"Especially our movie nights."

To Be Continued....

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[idontkillorphans]

Something Wicked This Way Comes III Closed Starter

@wiredcapability

Sleipnir hissed, having finished sewing up his arm, using his teeth to cut through the thick cord he was using to keep himself together with a grunt of frustration when it finally snapped.

"Sasha." Sleipnir called out to his dog, nodding when she approached. "Venez ici." Come here.

He eased to his feet, leaving the small fishing shack, hand loosely holding the collar of the dog as they continued their travel in search for food, shelter or otherwise. Whatever they found first.

Sleip tried to avoid the roads. Tried to avoid people. People were angry and quick to frustration. And he had been mistaken for a walker one too many times for his own liking, avoiding one to many bullets for his own liking.

Sleipnir was lost to his own spiralising thoughts, he missed that they had reached a clearing, eyes peering out from the trees to see a group of people - survivors. And a truck. Scavengers? More then likely. Sleipnir tightened his grip on his machete, loosening his grip of the dogs collar, deciding to press on and ignore them. he hoped they would grant him the same decency.

[harmonyhealinghub]

Crossroads Cafe Shaina Tranquilino August 28, 2024

Danica had always loved cooking, but it wasn’t until she quit her corporate job and bought an old, beat-up food truck that she realized just how much she loved the freedom it offered. She named her truck "Wanderlust Bites," and with her dog Rufus as her only companion, she set out on a journey across the country. Her plan was simple: drive from town to town, set up shop, and see what life had to offer.

Her first stop was a small coastal town called Harbor's Edge, where the salty breeze carried the scent of the ocean, mingling with the aroma of fresh fish. She decided to serve fish tacos, using the catch of the day from the local market. As she grilled the fish, people began to line up, drawn by the smell and the novelty of the bright orange truck parked by the pier.

Among her customers was an elderly fisherman named Greg, who struck up a conversation with Danica while waiting for his order. He told her stories of the sea, of storms survived and fish caught, and of the love he once had but lost to the waves. "You know," he said, taking a bite of his taco, "life’s like the ocean. It’s unpredictable, but there’s beauty in the chaos."

Danica thought about that as she drove inland, her next destination a bustling city known for its fast-paced life. She set up in a busy park and decided to offer gourmet sandwiches, something quick and satisfying for the office workers on their lunch breaks. But the rush of the city brought a different kind of loneliness, the kind where people could be surrounded by others but still feel isolated.

It was here she met Madison, a young woman who worked in one of the skyscrapers nearby. Madison came to the truck every day, ordering the same sandwich and sitting on the park bench to eat alone. One day, Danica asked her if she wanted to try something new, and Madison hesitated before agreeing.

As Danica prepared a special sandwich, she asked Madison about her life. Madison opened up about her struggles with anxiety, the pressure from work, and how she felt like she was constantly in a race she couldn’t win. Danica listened, offering no advice, just a sandwich made with extra care. As Madison took her first bite, she smiled for the first time in days. "I needed this," she said softly, and Danica realized it wasn’t just the food that comforted people—it was the connection.

Her journey continued, taking her to a mountain town where the air was crisp and the nights were cool. Here, she decided to make hearty stews, something warm to fill the bellies of hikers and locals alike. One evening, as the sun dipped below the mountains, a family of four approached the truck. The parents looked tired, their children restless, and Danica offered them bowls of stew on the house.

They sat by the fire she had set up, the children laughing as they dipped bread into the rich broth. The parents, Chris and Hilary, told Danica about their struggles to balance work, family, and finding time for themselves. “It’s hard,” Hilary admitted, “but moments like these remind us why we keep going.”

As the days turned into weeks, Danica realized that every town, every person she met, added something new to her life. She had started her journey to find freedom, but she had found something deeper—a sense of belonging, of understanding, and of connection.

By the time she returned to her hometown, Danica was a different person. She parked her food truck in the local park and served dishes inspired by all the places she had visited. The locals welcomed her back with open arms, and as they ate, they listened to her stories of the road, of the people she had met, and the lessons she had learned.

Danica no longer felt the need to chase after something undefined. She had found it in the faces of strangers who became friends, in the stories shared over a meal, and in the quiet moments under the stars, where she realized that life, like cooking, was best when shared with others.

And so, Danica kept the wheels of Wanderlust Bites rolling, not to escape, but to keep discovering the beauty of life, one town, one meal, and one story at a time.

[orgxnas]

The Bad Batch as Dads

I feel like this has been done before? But my take on it

Hunter

The Outdoorsman Father™️

Drives a busted up pickup truck and REFUSES to buy a new one (he just keeps fixing it and it works?)

Wakes you up early to go fishing (like I’m talking 5 am) at your favorite creek/river/lake

After being out on the water for a few hours he’ll take you to breakfast at the local diner near the spot

Built a treehouse in the backyard

Brought you along to Home Depot to pick out the wood for the treehouse

Gave you a Swiss Army knife for your 10th birthday

Takes you to the lake to swim during the summer

Wears exclusively flannel and blue jeans

Makes the best Belgian waffles

Drinks his coffee BLACK. No cream, no sugar, no nothing

Pulls you out of school for the day to take you hiking up your fav mountain bc “the color is great this year! It’s worth missing a day of class to see these trees!”

Owns a small cabin in the woods that he takes you on a yearly trip to in the late summer

Tech

Software Engineer father

Homework with him is either hell or heaven

You’ll either leave the kitchen table burnt out and crying or with a whole new understanding of the material

Not overly emotionally involved with you but he def makes an effort

Picks you up from school on Fridays and then takes you out for dinner at your fav restaurant

He likes to watch documentaries and docu-series with you

Thinks it’s important to know about things even as random as the eating habits of squirrels

Helps you pick out your first computer

You both eat the same cereal (honey nut cheerios with cut up strawberries)

Teaches you how to do some basic coding

Works out on the porch in the summertime so he can keep an eye on you while you play in the yard

Soccer dad?

Wrecker

Former Athlete dad

Either a pro athlete or college athlete, either way he doesn’t play anymore

Def played rugby (he’s a rugby lad I will not be taking criticism)

Got you involved in EVERY sport growing up (soft/baseball, soccer, flag football, basketball, and rugby let’s be real here)

Didn’t force you to play tho, if sports weren’t your thing he’d respect that, he just thinks a lil healthy competition is good for you

Every sports drink imaginable is inside your fridge

Encourages you to eat your fill of food to keep up your energy

Has SO much exercise equipment that he got off of eBay in the basement (he’s trying to built a home gym)

Always watching a match on the tv

Goes for morning runs

Likes to show you old clips from his days as an athlete and goes “YOU SEE THAT? Guess who that is? That’s your old man right there! Bet you didn’t know I was that strong and quick huh!”

Def put on a few pounds since retiring and becoming a father but still in really good shape

Lives in athleisure

Is frequently found in the garage looking at his old trophies, plaques, and awards

Echo

Social Studies Teacher dad

I cant explain it, it just makes sense?

His students love him

the single moms at the school love him too

He does the grocery shopping at home and brings you with

Let’s you sit at the table with him and help while he grades homework and tests

He watches Curse of Oak Island

History channel after dinner is a nightly ritual with you two

Plot twist, he’s the social studies teacher at YOUR school

He teaches a few grades above you, so he’s not your teacher yet, but will be eventually

Homework with him is always pleasant and never stressful

Watches football on sundays and let’s you help make the pigs in a blanket

Teaches you how to drive

Crosshair

The Redneck father

LIKE PLS ARE YOU KIDDING ?

He already has the tooth pick in the mouth constantly

And the guns?

Yeah def the redneck dad

Smokes Marlboro reds for sure

You know that girl on tiktok who does the Cig Mom POVs? Yeah think that

Makes you grab him a beer from the garage fridge

Goes fishing a lot

Either loves taking you hunting or hates it

Likes it bc it means he can spend time with his kid doing something that he enjoys

Hates it bc you’re never quiet or still enough and you scare off all the game

Also drinks his coffee black but somehow it’s even more nasty than Hunter’s?

He does take you with him to the bar tho for happy hour and teaches you how to play the pool and the ring game

Used to play football in high school

I don’t even think this man is registered to vote

Shows up to your youth base/softball games and is asked to leave bc he started swearing and almost getting into fights with the other teams dads

Not emotionally involved in your life at all

Until he found out you had a date

Then he acted all intimidating towards your date and subtly threatened them

Homework with him is traumatic for the both of you