#SWAG-SLAT

[drthugitout]

You think this is why fresh looks and act like dat?

[soranihimawari]

Set Up

A hangover, a pretty handsome man, and how you are the common denominator for this weekend’s adventure?

Word Count: 4.6K

Pairing: timeskip!kyotani kentaro x nurse!reader

Rating: 🔞—nsfw scene// finger sucking// mentions of praise

Warnings: alcohol consumption// creep at bar//protective Kyotani is a “bad boy” saint

Notes: someone’s falling in like and they don’t understand why that is.

It’s the handholding for me guys… 🫠

Your mortal enemy is the sun. It is blissfully shining through slatted blinds. There are remnants of a party where you took home precious wine sample and sake bottles from the club. Your memory is hazily drawing up what has occurred from meting up with your friends from work to the club where by hour two, a hot guy or seven, bought you and your girls shots, and by the fourth tequila sunrise you had, you were practically, “tongue fucking a total specimen of a baddie” and your friends politely and discreetly send you a photo at 9:46 in the morning.

“Oh, oh my god!” you whisper yell at the image. The man in question was someone you typically don’t seek unless you’re sternly adventurous—tall, blonde with racing stripes for hair design, all black ensemble complete with statement motorcycle jacket and pleather boots; a total punk with a kind heart.

“Fuck me you’re gorgeous,” what an opening line to yell at him in a crowded bar corner.

He leans down, his cologne is more oceanic than he is. He wears it because he came back from the mechanic, and you, no taller than his upper arm with heels on, make his inhibitions weaker the longer you undress him with your eyes.

“Could say the same thing beautiful,” and you felt invincible as his lips nip your ear lobe like he’s tellling you a secret. That’s how the first kiss started. A little luck, a lot to gamble on a flirty line, but two drinks in each, both were feeling a bit bold. Neither you nor him would have known how far that initial liplock would take you then as you senses come back to you, you realize what happened.

Surprised to see a tuft of blonde hair behind you, yes. Horrified to find out you’re involved in a one night stand with a club member of a professional team (by contextual clues of the obscene amount of lime green in the sea of grays and black in his closet), also yes. The room arrangement is weird, but you slowly pick up the color schematics is similar to a guy your age and the fact he has a lot of swag from Sendai City Frogs scattered about makes sense. Perhaps he’s a fan, your brain asks you. Your mind jumps to a plausible conclusions: He either works with the team or perhaps plays for them you figure. However, that thought does when you see his official jersey off to the side.

The hangover migraine takes over and you groan, raising a hand to cover the heat from the window against your face. Apparently, it’s enough to when you shuffle down back to rest your head, you’re too into your head to realize the movement on your left. You feel a hand slink down against the covers to pull you against his clothed chest. The black shirt is freshly laundered when your nose graze it, and from what you can feel, sweats, and for whatever god you found favor in, you realize you’re dressed in an ivory and teal shirt with the chipped design of AJ VBC on the chest.

“Stay still,” his hardened voice is harsh, yet you have every right to listen. The pounding in your brain makes you weaker in the sense of how safe you feel. Your head is safely tucked in between his chest as his morning stubble pricks your shoulders. He sighs, knowing how you tense under his touch, so with baited breath, he quells your embarrassment. “You and I didn’t do anything other than almost fuck.”

“Almost?”

You’re definitely horrified from the second hand embarrassment you feel creeping in your bones.

“Mm,” he grunts. “You and I will talk after you’re done going back to sleep. Can ya be good f’me? Hmm?”

His lips graze your temple and if you never saw them in the light before, whiskey colored eyes and smooth sharp features on this stranger actually makes you reconsider the nights you turned down one night stands in order to find a gentle bad boy looking dude in bed next to you. You ask if you can call off work and he lets you go to reach over to find your phone again. You sit up and do your best call in sick voice.

“YLN,YN,” the recording prompts you to leave a name. “Calling out sick for my shift today at Sendai Research Hospital. See you tomorrow.”

You hang up, slide back down under the covers unexpectedly hearing him introduce himself.

“Kyotani Kentarō,” his voice is more alert when you settle against his offered shoulder.

He breathes and moves a bit to have you settle against his broadly toned chest, an ear listens to how calm he is though internally he panics. Deliberate and sweet, he thinks as you thank him for giving you shelter for the night. He does eventually talk with you hours later around eleven when you are more awake than before. Two espresso shots and two bowls of cereal with toast greet you as you sort of stumble out of the room. You stifle a yawn when you perch yourself on the kitchen counter, your host sort of chuckles and you realize he’s even more handsome in the afternoon sunny background of his open kitchen flat.

“Want to talk about last night?” he’s bold in asking after taking a sip of his espresso. The machine still whirs on your left. You being the bowl down from your rosy lips, nodding shy at the thought of reliving one of the most interesting nights since college.

“Girls wanted to go out after a shift at the emergency room, we’re all in medicine, umm… I said yes, been ‘fraid to leave my place for undisclosed reasons…”

“Shitty ex?”

“If you consider the person was an on and off again ass, sure,” you hear him hum.

The barstool Kyotani(?) uses to sit scratches against the tile as he walks around to look you square in the eye. He lifts a hand to squeeze the fat of your cheeks until your lips puff out like a fish.

“You’re really got some angel lips sweets,” his voice is complimentary of the whiskey he drank last night. “An idiot’s gotta be blind to cause you headaches as wide as the trenches.”

He lets go as you feel your cheeks heat up more and more. “Y’done?” You hand him your bowl.

“So, go on, said you went to have a girls night?”

“Mm,” you take a sip of the best almost-one-night-stand doppio espresso had ever made.

The water in the sink starts to run as you go on, in illustrious detail, the events that led to whatever this situationship was or will be.

“And you thought you’d pick the roughest fucker closing his tab?”

“Either that or get Sendai’s finest to arrest a pervy creep…so yeah.”

He dries his calloused knuckles on the dish rag before walking around to the island ledge you so happily sat upon. Choosing to tap his lips with his dominant hand, you seem to be a bit embarrassed by the gesture he alludes to. You’re not at the bar/club anymore, yet knowing how your story from last night will include going on with him, you place the cup at your side when he rounds the island corner. His shirt looks good on you, is what Kyotani thinks, sort of laughing when he explains why you’re in his clothes:

“You can’t just whisper a, ‘help me out,’ to me and not expect me to follow through. Ma would kill me if I ever made a woman feel uncomfortable—said she’d take me to the butchers to use the meat slicer…”

You guffaw but you jokingly whine saying something slick: “shame really, wanted to see what else you’re good at.”

The afternoon temperatures rise on the cityscape below, but here it reaches a feverish high. It’s the only way you could reaffirm, soberly, Kyotani has permission to steadily capture your lips with his. Though brief, the resounding groan escaping his lips leaves you leaning in for one more as a kind, “thank you,” is heard against a natural frowning lip. His lips press against your forehead for a moment thereafter.

“Stay?” he’s suddenly shier than you give him credit for. You hug him, saying you would.

“We never went through with a one night stand, did we?” you asked five minutes later in between curious pecks here and there.

“Meat slicer, remember?” Kyotani shows you his hand before lacing it with yours to bring your palm to his lips.

“Y-yeah I know, but I,” you turn his face a bit more to meet your serious face. “I would have said it was ok to wait until you thought I was in the right headspace. Full offense, but you’re really, smoking hot dude.”

Kyotani must be a volatile lover because when the words leave your mouth, his brain switched a gear. He’s suddenly more hasty in terms of his hands on approach to getting to know you; he worms his way between your legs on his counter and you readily comply. Hands sneak under his-your-shirt, teasingly passing your abs and wrapping around your hips. Your hands swoop over his shoulder lazily, the other clutches his shirt by his pectoral. It’s desperate and needy, and so, so warm here now.

“You’re hesitating,” he brushes an eyelash away from your face. You stiffen, but you bury your face in his chest.

“I’m not really good at this,” he hears an innocence you thought you lost a while ago. “Not since that asshole sort of left me with a box of my stuff outside our old place.”

And he holds you there, strong, supportive, and kind. It’s been a long time since you break down after throwing yourself into work, a mask comprised of double overtime for a month to down-pay your newly acquired residence post sleeping in a spare bunk in the x-ray hall. Kyotani let’s you cry until you subside; what twenty something year old cries like a child to a complete stranger who is strong enough to start formulating a plan to show you this is part of learning more about him and you. Sometimes love is simply blooming with the actions just like now. He whispers encouraging words he thinks you need to hear, but the difference is in how he means them.

Through the waterfalls your eyes produce, Kyotani stands there, silent and stern. You lean back, covering your eyes with an arm he stops from rising higher than your chest. His hands thumb away the stray tears as you tell him you’re not sad anymore just really glad to have a bed to sleep on yesterday.

“And you,” you point to his sternum. “Kindness manifested in of all places, a bar.”

“Pretty people always need refuge,” his voice gives you hope. “Even if they need a shoulder to cry on.”

You hum, a smile honest and true splits your flushed face. Calming yourself down, a question pops into your head:

“…Are you free Tuesday?”

“I can be, got practice early on.”

“Oh, umm… can you meet me at the pike place park around six?”

Kyotani, rough hands and all, smiles a little, and to you he’s the best surprise of the outing—he agrees telling you to dress comfortably because he wants to see what a date with you entails.

“If I choose to wear jeans and shirt, can you take me on a ride?” you’ve calmed down enough and you make the JSL sign for motorcycle.

“I’ll look forward to it,” his voice gives you butterflies around your crown.

An hour or so later, you thank him for joining you in a tasteful walk, because there is no shame when you leave his flat. He walks with you, you’re still dressed in the same outfit from last night. Finding out how he came to never leave the city he grew up in, you had this nagging feeling to ask:

“I saw a jersey in your room,” you sheepishly have a grin. “Are you a fan?”

“You could say that,” god his chuckle is charming.

Kyotani’s eyes light up a bit more as you said you’re trying to catch an official game every once in a while at the nurse’s station. You keep walking a little further with him. Amused by your question, he chooses to rather change the location of your date, instructing you to meet him at the address he just sent you via text.

“I’ll be there!” You kiss his cheek as a final thank you for being hospitable toward a stranger, then you wave over your shoulder as you disappear through the rotating glass doors of your complex.

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And so the day of the date finally arrives. Since you had come back to work, your colleagues are either relieved or curious about the stranger who seemed like he’s a bit…ruggedly handsome. One of the charge rn’s nudges a nervous you in the right direction. You explained about the idiot who couldn’t take no for an answer, but alas when you saw Kyotani talking to a few of his friends, your eyes met. You excuse yourself from me grabby hands, your girl friends’ words, and walk confidently toward the motorcycle jacket clad blonde:

“Help me out and I don’t have to order an Angel shot,” you use bunny quotes when describing what you said instead of introducing yourself. Sure enough, Kyotani has his arm draped around your frame as you lean back comfortably until the other dude gets the hint. You seem lost in your thoughts until Kyotani brings you out from them whispering a harsh, “think he’s gone baby.”

You continue rambling how he offered a drink, you accept on blind faith he’s a gem. Eventually, when you realize you might have been left behind, you were inebriated enough he does step up to split a ride share with you. You and him make it back to his place, a friend soberly drives his bike into the garage at the basement of his building in the suburbs. You don’t remember much after that, except you wake up in another part of town with a killer headache, moderately dressed, and with the hot blonde sleeping beside you.

“And nothing happened? YN, that’s a lie,” Rika, your med school classmate laughs. She points out how red you’re becoming. You tell them about the forehead kiss, the promise of eventually forming an amicable bond, but nothing about the breakfast nor breakdown you had. Better keep that between me and him, you think.

“But, i…erm… I have a date with him tomorrow?”

There it is. The sweet new gossip causes the ladies to squeal with delight.

“Your blonde bad boy of a knight?” Rika presses. Her eyebrows wiggle.

“Yeah.”

More squeals and active status report promises later, the hens leave you alone. Sure, they want things to work out, you want it to too.

The day of the date rolls around. You come dressed comfortably in a light blue (almost teal v-neck) graphic tee with a moon embroidered on the upper left part and dark black jeans. Your don some black Air Force ones, the most comfortable practical shoes you own. Glancing at your phone, you had to the address after stepping off the train, after all, your date said he’d gladly give you a lift home. Walking the street, you see the stadium where many volleyball dreams are either made out played; the lime green walls are getting ready for the season opener. There were a lot of fans and the families of players came to go cheer on their favorite athlete. Practice was open to the public and though some of the older players had kids as old as six running around, you are suddenly introduced to the Tsukishimas (Akiteru and his wife go every once in a while to cheer for his brother, Kei) and perhaps the captain’s kids are the ones who pique your interest after they introduce themselves.

The pair asks a lot of questions but what you didn’t expect was for them to grab a hold of your hand and drag you inside; you were waved at by Akiteru who just laughed as you mouth an apology.

“Look who we found uncle kyo-kyo!”

Kyotani wipes his face with the towel over his shoulder. Your mouth is slightly agape with awe. There was a reason why you liked him, why you’re unsure how his name sounded so familiar, and when the epiphany happens, the offspring go find their father who just waits for a little more of a clue as to who his outside hitter ran up to greet.

“You play for the Sendai Frogs?” you muse, your lips curving into a smile. “Professionally?”

Kyotani nods. His suddenly serious demeanor changes when Koganegawa whistles at your presence and the one who looks a little more like Akiteru slaps the dual-toned setter on the shoulder, thus ensuring Kyotani doesn’t lose his temper.

Slinging his arms around you, Kyotani hugs you, whispers a very breathy, “help a guy out?”

You nuzzle yourself into his pectorals, hugging him back. Eyes wide like the doe he’s seen in the woods as a child, you beckon him to “really sell who I am to you.” Kyotani raises an arm to swoop behind your neck to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“Practice ends in twenty, wait for me, ok baby?”

“Hai,” you turn him around abruptly wishing him luck as the kids from earlier excitedly run up to you. They’re little and kind like their father, but boy do they love their uncles. Together you listen intently as they explain who they are and how they loved watching their dad and adoptive uncles play. Before you know it, practice is officially over with the players heading toward the locker rooms to shower and change. Eventually, the team exits two or three at a time. The talk in the locker room among the second season players centered around you of all people. You who they had seen their teammate be really chummy with at the bar, who really didn’t seem to know who the blonde was, nor did you make a big deal about him being a sports celeb.

“YN is nice,” their captain compliments. “Kids seems to like ‘er, what more do ya want guys? Leave Kyotani alone. Who knows? Perhaps he’ll have more to say next practice.”

The boys all oo’d and awe’d at that as the lockers were closing left right and center. Once dressed in almost the same outfit as before, Kyotani realized he looked more like a beat-nick than an athlete. Though, when you call out to him with a raised arm, he could feel a warmth twice the heat of whiskey run through his heart.

“Ready to go?”

He slings his bag up and over his shoulder to have it rest diagonally across his chest. You stand on the opposite side, holding his hand. The callouses make sense now, your fingers are much softer than before, a lighter than a cloud sensation is felt when you grip his palm with yours. Fingers, wide and sturdy lace gently around yours, as you listen to him explain how his day went. Practice was a bit harsh, but it was conditioning day from what you can gather. There is a practice match or two lined up before the season opener, both of which you are invited to.

“I can come? Really?”

“Sure. It would help either team out to have another set of medical eyes,” Kyotani teases.

You stick your tongue out at him before poking your canines with it.

“If you say so.”

Slowing to a stop outside a restaurant across the park you were meant to meet up in, Kyotani leads you inside. An elderly regular flags down her ‘grandson,’ and when you see the two shyly exchange a few words, you notice the respect in his demeanor suddenly change. The older woman, with his help, uses her cane to inch closer to you as if to inspect (really guess) if you are good enough for her boy.

“You are stunning,” she concludes. Her hands withered with spots and age taps your arm. “It’s about time little Kentaro brings home someone he likes.”

He sort of whines at her comment, raising an arm behind his neck to look away from your curious stare, a light pink rosy blush alights his cheeks.

“Sorry to keep you waiting granny,” you tilt your head to one side, a warm smile reaches your eyes.

“Better late than never, I suppose,” she says. Her laugh is bright and airy, like spun sugar. “Come, come child. I’ll make you some tea.”

She walks back to the kitchen with your help this time as Kyotani takes a seat at the corner table by the double kitchen doors. You return not a moment too soon to join him.

“She’s a spry one,” you say as you pull the chair out and make yourself comfortable.

Kyotani agrees. “Hard to believe she covered for me when I was about to be jumped around the corner from here.”

That took a turn.

“You really are a naughty boy,” you rest your head in your palm whilst imaging a punk younger version of him.

“Weren’t you?”

“Mm, you could say that I was more of a social pariah.”

“That was not what I was expecting for a medical professional…”

“Well, when your parents get divorced and your aunt pays for an apartment thrice the size a student in northern Osaka needs, then sure, social pariah is a label often used since bitches would bully me into angry submission–ever been part of a rumor you were caught fucking a teacher?”

“Jesus.”

“Exactly what my aunt said…No proof, no jail time.”

You move on to lighter topics from there. A little truth came out, but not much. Together, with the tea almost being done, Kyotani asks if you’d like some sesame balls.

“The old lady makes a mean ume version,” his reasoning makes you buy and split a dozen.

The tea compliments the snack and as you settle into a quiet afternoon with the athlete, you start to notice how kind he is to those who have helped him in the past. It’s a redeeming quality, one you’d like to see more of–there is a day you might have had a little argument in your early courtship, but when he returns to your door at three in the morning with an embarrassing large arrangement of wild flowers, you forgive his missing a dinner date: “it’ll never happen again.” And true to his word, he never does. Unless it’s postponed for away matches.

Currently, you are still at the precipice of asking the old lady if she needs help closing up the shop, she declines saying who is she to stop you two from enjoying the rest of the night. Hanging out with Kyotani at the park comes next. Here you walk around the mile long track. You tell him how you were ‘born to run,’ because your mother was one. You fill his head with stories of a younger you, wicked smart, with the speed of Hermes on your heels. Grandeur illusions came at the price of a car accident when you were fifteen. It’s why you wear pants or leggings. The pins and needles used to correct your bones made you the height you were now,so without ever missing a moment to remind you how fair you really are, Kyotani snaps his fingers.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, but is that why,” he takes two and half steps forward to stand in front of you. He pulls you into him a bit more sternly, and you realize he’s got a pondering look of amusement on his face. “Is that why you’re the perfect height for these things?”

If your life was a movie in the Americana 1950s, you'd have been a lead in another life because in case you didn’t know you did this, you feel yourself dip to one side with a soft bend of your knee as your date securely holds you never doubting you fall. His nose teases your cheek, hot breath exhaling nervously over your mouth. And those shocked eyes of yours spark something within which makes him want to wipe that extra gloss away–and you know what? Kyotani, the fearless athlete, your date, follows through with it. Perhaps all first kisses were just that: firsts. This gesture of romance, the way he leaves you gasping as his face lingers close to you after breaking a way, this is the time you let your emotions guide you.

So, you wake up in bed again after this date. The sun is barely up, the night sky is still here. Your mind replays the memories of last night: the pizza you ordered from down the block after riding on the back of Kyotani’s motorbike made the adrenaline pump more blood through your veins. Your hands wrapped tightly against his waist, your pressing your face into the back of his shoulder made him see stars. However, he did want to make you see physical ones–the beginning of it was when you reached your home. You should invite him inside, your brain says. You listen; you ask; he accepts. In the span of moments after wrapping up the leftover pizza, you find yourself in a situation of sorts. Kyotani falls asleep on your couch, tired from the day, yet when you go to wake him up a third time, his hand snatches yours and pulls you flush against his seated self. It ends with you straddling the guy, breathing in a sharp breath.

“K-Kyo, are you awake?”

“No.”

In a dreary voice, he asks if you’re comfortable a second later. From there, things pick up both emotionally and physically–his kisses are harsher, more demanding. You comply, wondering how long you can keep it together with him. Hormones, you’re a nurse practitioner, you know what’s going to happen if you keep–Kyotani finds the spot on your neck by your clavicle that makes you moan a little louder. His lips pull and suck the skin there as you become more like putty in his hands. His hands tempt your skin under the shirt you’re wearing until in a swift series of moments, you lift it up and over your head. The scars from the accident weren’t too bad, but when he esaxperatedly calls you beautiful nicknames, you tug his shirt with a pout.

“Okay, okay,” he has a wolfish grin as you help him out of his clothes.

Resting a palm on his tattooed shoulder, you wonder why if the ink there is the reason he wears the jacket.

Clothes scattered every which way, because when you turn in bed to see the remnants of a tumble in the sheets with a blonde man with a buzz cut, you say a quiet, “good morning kenta.”

As he inhales deeply, you let his arms drag you closer to him. You’re practically halfway sprawled above him resting your knee against his hip; whatever clothing you wore or whether you preferred to sleep in the nude after last night’s activities, you feel the remnants of a kiss lulling you back to sleep.

“What’s the story my morning glory?” You peck at his lips, a grin on your face. Cracking open an eye, Kyotani swiftly lifts the rest of you up and over so you know have him below you, straddling him a bit more efficiently in a pin of sorts at the moment. “Eager to start the day like this are we, doll face ?”

You lean down to slowly miss him awake. Hands travel to steady yourself from falling over, fingers toying with the ends of your hair.

“Could get used to this,” you share a secret when you pull away slightly. Kyotani’s eyes are wide awake now and there is a mirthful bashfulness in the way your hands scratch the slight stubble on his cheek. A puff of air from his chortle grazes your parting lips.

“Careful sweetheart,” the drag of his tongue over your lips. “I might not want to leave you unsatisfied…”

You help him sit up as his lips press harder against yours and you whine his name when he rolls his hips against yours; the sensation causes you to let out a soft, needy mewl — your hands beckon to bring him forward, resting easily on his neck. Good lord he made you feel glorious several times the night prior, but it was fast and rough the more you enchanted this man into your bed.

Perhaps allowing him to help release some sexual tension after agreeing every step of the way neither of you had wanted to stop, he learns how to appease you—the face you made when he’s above you is burned by the broken sound of your voice asking, begging, to be ruined for anyone else that isn’t him. It’s both a command and praise which caused Kyotani to hopelessly jump off the deep end to tether his soul to you; an invisible chord has your name and his wrapped in a chokehold, so when you lean up to change positions, you feel his amusement tense. Your hands look around his shoulders and though you’re legs comply with his movements, Kyotani makes sure you take all of him just fine; he doesn’t mean to call you harsh names when he moves with you in fluid motions, they just tumble out with every breath he knocks out of your lungs. Sure, he finally sees and hears how his praises are taken, yet alas, you hear how fucked he is when you ride him. Half way through this round, you switch and though you’re on top, you bite your lip when he holds your hips, having your sex constrict and relax the more he assisted setting the pace to just reach you deeper. You lean back a bit before his hips buck you forward and you inhale sharply, the proverbial edge for both can be heard in the way the headboard slaps against the wall.

“Don’t let me go,” you whisper a plea in your lover’s ear as you lace your fingers though one of his hands. The bruises on your hips on the morning are still a harsh purple, but in the moment, that bruising hold kept you steady as you feel Kyotani tense both inside and around his torso. His eyes are lustfully blown wide as you slower your stride—your free hand doesn’t clutch the sheets by his inked arm, no. Your fingers bully their way past his lips and a stern, “suck,” is demanded from you.

“Good boy,” you whisper. The nickname was the final straw and though he had your fingers in his mouth, he bucks up harder than before, groaning and growling like a blissful broken man. Sex, for all the times he’s had it, never had felt this rudimentary pleasing. You are full of surprises: bold and domineering, praising him for taking your fingers so well in the same breathy tone as when he prepped you to take all of him.

You feel the sticky mess between your thighs and his, removing your hand from holes lips with a resplendent ‘pop’. There, below you is a man who breathes like he ran a marathon just now. You slump over, caressing his cheek, the moment you hide your face in the crook of his neck. You too are breathing unevenly, breasts ache from the lack of support and his kisses on the side of them. Kyotani hugs your back, whispering apologies into your hair saying it’s been a while since he had someone to match his energy in bed. You nod saying it was the same for you too.

A few moments of silence is shared as you shuffle around still joined before you hear him say he’s going to slip himself out of you lest you want to act as cocksleeve all night. You laugh saying it’s not the fabled weekend just yet, so together, you watch the satisfied pinched of his brows as you push off your mattress, closing your eyes as you whine at the hallow feeling between your legs.

As you open your eyes slightly, you make eye contact with the ripped foil package from an hour and a half ago. You recall you had a conversation with him before leading up to this point during dinner—for him, professional athlete and all, sex is all about placing. For you? It’s not a competition to see who can last the longest or be the loudest, it’s about the fun in actively loving someone who fit a fixed point in time loved you wholly. Though kyotani discards the used condom and it’s foiled counterpart, he turns his attention to you. Your back is toward him and through no fault but his own, when he slides himself back under the covers, his voice is absurdly gruff with coercing you to use the bathroom first mentioning he’ll clean you better in your shower. You barely are able to stand, mentioning it’s been a minute since you had been dicked down so well. Kyotani, wicked smile and all, steadies your hand as you wince a little when you walk into the door by your closet.

Kyotani, when he hears the running water collects his thoughts before joining you—rest assured, the tantric nature of his love is coming. He just wanted to see how you could handle him and seeing your smile rise above the steam in your shower when a damp cloths runs against the inside of your love bitten thighs as he makes good on his promise to care for you and your head tilt to one side as you utter a soft thanks. Both of you linger in the bathroom far more than what you had expected, yet when you exit first, you aptly find a set of pajamas laid out for you by the sink and his underneath yours. Glancing over your shoulder, you swear you hear the washer go off and notice the sheets were changed. You smirk as you wipe the steam off the mirror, uttering he’s a keeper under your breath as you continue your nightly routine.

The comfortability after falling asleep next to him again was blissful. Almost like the present.

And now? Now Kyotani tries to calm himself down the longer you fall compliant to his whims, thus allowing him to kiss you slower like to savor this memory. You like this, taking time to savor how he feels against you, how mornings should always start with him, assured and kind. If you do meet his ma, you tell her her son is one of the best people you’ve met—sans meat slicer. If he ever meets your father, he tells him he’d sacrifice the world to make sure you’re always smiling at the simplicity of a love built up on a quirky set up.

Kyotani moves to guide you against his lips with a soft hand on the back of your head as he burns scarlet when you reply with an aggressively hotter answer:

“Then don’t leave until you do, Kentarō.”

[ahopelessromanticwriter]

i have another mb list

note: adam is the drill director, cole is the music director, jon is the pt instructer, carly is drum major :)

theres lots of swearing, sex jokes and crude humor, read at your on risk.

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"ref femington" "f remington?"

"do u think mr gessel is here" "mr gaslight??"

"carly ur killing it as drum slayjer"

"onest"

"i come from a drum major growing farm" "did you grow on a tree" "i did"

"i am going to get humoungus shoulder bones"

"why are tou fingering my trumpet"

"do what i say not as i mean" "waot no"

"brain brain brain brain says yes i can okay"

*cries in reed wall*

"i got a dimple bc i got hit by a truck"

"blessinfs of the flying spagetri monster"

"do the rhing"

"nate was like i talked to Micheal after we stopped being friends bc he didnt choose jazz"

"dick and balls"-mason

"it looks like a jail"

"by the double doors-" "dumbledore??"

"where the fuck did my phon-" "WOAH THERE." "on the stage?" "watch ur fuxking mouth"

"grant cant be rushing the trumpets to the field while toris takin a smoke break"

"colby does my music inside my bell look sexy" "hot"

"kachow?" "KACHIGGA"

"was bernie sanders in dci"

"do as i mean not as i say"

"if you summon a demon you must make thrm a sandwich" "im wanna be a demon so people make me sandwiches"

"EAT FOOD OR I WILL SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT ANYWAYS"

*metranome noises*

/uh/ "tqkes me back" "wHAT" "STORYTIME?!"

"in the beginning, there was cole lobdell"

"are we not allowed to have fun" "AbsoLuT lY nOt"

*nods to george laying dead on the ground* "he does that a lot, doesnt he?" *nods*

"mellos stop showing off"

"stab wm like oj" "alledegy"

"are you dancing to the abulance siren-"

"you guys are starting to sound like a decent mb" "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

*look9ng at uneven lines* "those lines are straighter then me"

"was that dupposed to be british sxottish or Australian?" "good question"

"theyre both boring" "exCusE mE dId yOu jUst dIreSpEct oUr nAtIonAl aNtHem"

"we need to slay harder" ".. yes that"

"why do drugs when sprinkles"

"i hope that you achieve your wildest dreams neighbor"

"jon is mean sometimes neighbor" "jon is really a terrible person neighbkr"

"ill venmo you my soul"

*cries in hardware store*

"i want to kiss a woman" /whispering/ "yea"

"you cant be late if adam isnt out here before you are" "that is a correct statement"

"aAron" "what" "shut up" "no i will die on thr british hill"

"oh blimey its adam"

"oh poppycock its the razzers"

"wer we gonna slat the whole way" "mercilessly slaighter"

"slay target queen adam" "target princess"

"forkcus- oo forkus- FOCUS"

"/chucks shoes across the field to show a better demo/"

"you better slay bitches"

"can we talk for a minute abt the strange journey of the word dope-"

"we should build a wall and make jazz 1 pay for it"

"im gonna need an algebraic expression for ur straightness"

"the queen is being reincarnated as trisha payatas kid"

"i am sorry for bringing the vibe down"

"#slaying"

"wait yOU ARENT STRAIGHT?"

"is that gonna be a slack channel-"

"bring the beat in" "ANYTHING FOR YOU BEYONCÉ"

"we are taking the hypetrain to slaytown"

"phillip the metranome boi"

/addy with a sousa/ "colby do you think it fits me?" *aggressively shakes head no*

*aggressively yell counts* "how do you guys FEEL"

"do you like men or do you like women" "yes. /silence/ wAIT-"

"#do not drag #slay #swag"

"im sure its important info but youre hearing THE SOURCE"

"im sorry i neglected you" "remember when cole neglected us? pfft. loser."

"shes giving dead but shell alwats serve; june, probably"

"and without further adue the hmb present the national anthem" "from memory" "from memory" "with skyrim"

/skyrim ambiance/

"that is not a joke it is just straight facts"

"did you feel good abt listening to us ballade"

"im not even white lying" "are you saying youve done that before"

"see if we shame them enough shame becomes fear"

"cheese grater 2.0!"

"mom alex is being kinky"

"you are only half a woman"

"see so i have a kink for men and /blank/ has a kink for women" "it cancels out"

"see so i dont like children and i dont like sex so no more sex no more sex no more sex"

"i want to get mentally better so men can hit on me so i can get mentallt better"

"i dOnT hAvE thEm dAnG proNounS iM an AmerIcAn"

"i forgor my pronouns"

"ladies lads and non binary chads"

"oh by the way /blank/ im sexist now" "nice"

"hi im sexost" "gello felloe sexist"

"sarah i dont think ive ever heard you say smth as relatable as "im going to eat smth flr my mental health""

"a wood made of reed" /couple seconds/ "wAIT-"

"just march brass and then youll never have that problem" "respectfully no."

"not to be political or anything but honosexual... is kinda gay" "woah"

"activate yoyr slat switch"

"trumpets" /dramatic pause/ dayummmmm"

"colby do you agree that john loves balls"

"if i see another person climb a fence i will be a very sad boi"

"learning the rest of the salad'

"loop doop doopity loop doop"

"well /pause/ if the sparkplug fits"

"colby did you like my trill" "i was not... mentally prepared for it"

"wait no it was a del taco" "fre sha vac a do"

"i am not touchin yalls sweaty ass hands'

"/takes addys hand/ /knees down/ "queen? /gasp/ /sniffle/ i do" /arron plays the beginnings of careless whisper/

/in the middle of a rep/ "FUCK"

"what the absolute fuck is that every time i look over here you two are doing whatever thr goddamn fuck that is what even-"

"so like vocal ideA: snares sing the first verse of i am a gummy bear. like i think its actually a really good idea"

"that was very intimate" "uH *confused straight noises*"

"sarahs just laughing at us"

"like cockwork" "tee hee"

"aldom"

"remy!" "yea?" "you have been promoted to stick boi"

"me when split squat"

"START AT T OKAY ONE TWO SPILL THR TEA"

"tue ghost of george was playing a beat early"

"tenors one of yoy is coming in early" "YEAH GEORGE" /george is not there/

"adam hancock is draco malfoy" "POTTAH-"

"I LOVE FB" "MEN" "I LOVE MEN" "T E S T O S T E R O N E "

/dutdut dah daht/ "sports"

"they locked us out of the school :("

*plays careless whisper really loud and scream sings half of the lyrics over loud band noises*

*spontaneously plays half of 7 nation army with only bass line as an entire band*

"sorry me and cole have like 0 brain cells combined-"

"nobody leaves until weve falcon prided"

"ate my grandma ans call my daddy oat lawd"

"i beg of thee to pls unlock thy band room door"

"guys omg were still winning"

"prep step on god"

"imagine flirting with the drumline" "imagine not flirting with the drum line"

"bloody stumps on the yard line"

"you ever just look at drum line and are like w o a h" "are you calling me sexy" "i mean-" "I MEAN-C

"thanks queen" /over speaker/ "hashtag slay"

"yo team that was hashtag slay"

"are they really homies if you dont kiss rgem goodnight"

"band ten slay"

"if you do that i will be sad boi hours"

"see im supposed to give all my organs to carly but you can have my balls"

"shhhh i like phillips legs"

"where did stick boi go he forgor his stic"

"not only will i go against your wishes i will go thr complete opposite direction"

"talk less!" "...smile more" "dont let them know ehat your against or what your for?" "you cant be serious" "you wanna get ahead?" "yea" "fools who run their mouthes off wind up dead" "STOP QUOTING HAMILTON"

"if you dont stop i will slay you with a spear"

"I A M F I R S T" /but said like i am spartus/

"jesus christ-" "you called?"

"i have a social life during marching band"

/gasp/ "adam!" /gasp/ "aADAM"

"mw when fruity"

"bro im goung on the second bus"

"WAIT IS YOUR VOCAL BAD ROMANCE WAIT"

"adams head just swung open and out popped out colby thr drum major so no he did not grow on a tree"

"oh dear the contible you must find yourself a place to hide"

"you blew my wig off"

"i need a will to live" "same i think theyre 23 cents at 7/11"

"ngl i didnt see that correctly and i thought colby and jon were holsing hands"

"its like a bunch of bb birds" ..kinda gross lowkey"

"you can decline but idk why you would liek honestly get ur life together"

"hey bandits c:"

"its a conga line" "but like an intimate conga line"

"jack you look- .. i was gonn say hot but im nkt sure if thatd allowed"

*sad band hours*

"yo that was cRISPY"

"a little curvy is okay" "a little,,, fruity,,, if you will "

"guys their show is twitter" "that is an interesting show name"

"YO THEY MADE A TRIANGLE I LOVE TRIANGLES" "personally i like potatoes"

"i think we should have a band get to tegther where tougrt kicked out if you dont make xomments on everything"

"guys at the end of the show you should light me on fire" "like in a cute way"

"I REQUIRE MEN"

"cole do you feel at home in the choas kf marching band" "yea ��"

"you ever just throw a colby in ur carly"

"ill be the colby to your carly"

"drunk driving best driving'

"work harder, not smarter"

"sax section vocab section"

"sax section smoking section" "sax section SOBER SECTION"

"gay eighth notes"

"sax section consenual sex section"

"mr lobdell do you want to babysit adams kids"

"cwrly whar are you doung to natilias hands" "shes gently caressing them"

"have them make it into a jif and send it to you" "its gif" "i will fight you"

"I am first" "i will slay you with a spear"

"thr whole band is in a polygamous relationship"

"-my man tights-"

"we should go back to confederacy and the whole bus goes WOAHHHGG-"

/walks up/ "perry the platypus is a slut" /walks away/

/during a band performance/ /several peopl/ "CIRCLE DRILL???"

"bro look at those sexy feet theyre so in time"

"yo why is the sun on dark mode"

"i got shaken baby sydrom for real"

"i strongly suggest that all of you go sit in thr bus snd take a nap"

"that was a certified my bad"

"sup baby gender"

"top of the toe"

"when i grow up i wanna have a kid and name him georg" "name him what"

"bro you just got tondID"

"badasslesauce"

"heres an idea: bring edibles" "W O A H T H E E R E "

"cosmic brownies are crack cocoaine"

"anything for the good of the order?" "slay" "actually slaying is against the law"

"when she puts the 7th over the 5th uts just really heartwrenching, it is"

"two dollars for any coffee at mcdonalds were gonna get liIiiIiiTtt"

"girl is he rich thats the real question men objectify us so we should o jectify them"

"slay bitch"

"miss slayness-"

"bro i slayed in 78 better then anyone slayed in 84"

"flip phone is the new asians"

"we should kiss" /silence/ "no response?"

"she made fun of dom- which is respectable but-"

"i think i would understand you better if you were speaking spanish" "you would understand me if i was a lesbian"

"stab it like ceaser" "allegedly"

"adam can we go fraterinize with the other tubas"

"DO IT AND ILL LEAK THE OLD SPICE"

"sex more like cringe stay virgin boys"

"do you like meaty balls" "OH YEAH"

"SHUT UP GIANNA NO ONE ASKED YOU"

"you look like kurt coban if kurt coban was logan"

"its cold but its like crisp.... newbury"

"i just sucked up all of laurens diseases- do you have aids?"

"yo wheres the candy id like to accept candy from strangers"

"im gonna go home and- make out with my mom"

"SARAH SHUT YOUR BALLS"

"sax section jiggity section"

"noah for person"

"so we like draft people for mb-"

"step one: kindly ask them to stop. step two: curse at them. step three-" "hold on can we go back to step 2 i like step 2-"

"mason how do you like your men" "logan" /blows kiss/

"im cold" "hi cold im logan"

"and you all slay with logan"

"ash stop gently caressing me with a leaf"

"now you have a little leaf hat :D" -tori

"what does period blood taste like like would it taste different"

"saxes!!!!! sexiessss!!"

"sax section make out section"

"sax section sex saxtion"

"STICK BOI WHERE ARE OUR STICKS"

"i got out cuz i wanted to kiss grant"

"we should go get milk ans then we should go to lexs house and make out"

"im sorry i spaced out and heard sneaking out and doung drugs"

"no mom i swear im not sneaking out and doing drugs im going to a jazz festival"

"if that does not work, Joshua quintana's feet would be a suitable replacement"

"sax section toris section"

"max" "doo do do doo do doooo" "jUsT sAY hERe"

"what was discontinued?" "ur mom" "OOOOHHHHHHH"

"when you tell someone ur having a baby ur badically telling them IM HAVINF SWX EVERY DAY" "im sorry what"

"what are yoy high on" "ur mom" "you look like someone whod be high on their mom"

"sax section sleepover section"

"sax section geocash section"

"idk maybe i have foodborne illness disease on my hands" "that sentence made 0 sense"

"color gaurd obama be like lemme be gear"

"attendence obama: let ne be here'

"gay obama: let me be queer"

"DATE MICHELLE OBAMA"

"ur literally just making out with her leg"

"sax section cuddle section"

"bAcK in My dAy we dIdNit nOne oF thEm daGnAb PrnoUns"

"up two boogaloo-"

"ill give you both 5 bucks if you kiss rn"

"we might not be thr bret band vut we will always be the most radioactive band"

"yknow with all the singing you guys do during marching band youd think youd be better at it-"

"love at first kiss"

"mr lobdell really said i support the gays"

"have you seen logan shirtless hes a mermaid"

"what is up my original gangster"

"jesus was homosexual"

"the hdmi is powered by love"

"check that you are connected to the correct wifi w t f mates"

"hes a google fanboi"

"POW right in the kisser"

[ejbcya]

FFXIV Free Company Housing ‘Starstruck’

Beyond an aether shadow of a doubt.

Jenova, Empyreum 5th Ward, Plot 1

more pictures and commentary under the cut

Been playing ffxiv lately and the free company i’m in got a house when the lottery system first dropped a while back. was appointed housing master since nobody else was really playing at the time and were keen to decorate.

only a small plot but the view is nice being fairly isolated and elevated from the other houses. got easy access to the marketboard which was really helpful when i was crafting most of the furniture.

exterior furniture limit was a measly 20 items but the cafe exterior did alleviate the limit by including a cute patio and outdoor dining. replaced the stargazing carbuncle for a striking dummy so i could place a retainer outside attending the bbq spit.

small houses are only allowed one gardening plot so i placed ours up front. can actually reach the roof by jumping from the stables or garden here.

current entrance design. wanted to mimic the window arch of the default exterior as basement glitching obscured original entrance. the back of the tonberry couch and decorative wall fan made a nice rising sun pattern when clipped through the window.

older design originally had wooden slats give a stronger impression of separate doors with a more pronounced handle, but decided to save slots and replace it with a fabric rack above to accent the couch pattern - it also served as a hitbox, otherwise players could clip through the whole door (which is still possible by just jumping through the window lol).

current west wall. used aurora lights phasmascape as falcon’s nest is nearby ishgard. creating the lattice pattern used two factory partitions since the phasmascape has a slight curve around the middle. added a tabletop showcase giving a soft back glow and subtle reflection up close.

old pic of west wall. i liked the idea of a curved window frame but changed it since the slot commitment was a bit high when i also used two swag valences to hide the upper part of the phasmascape. liked the bread rack textures as a wall accent better, but the current blank partitions are wide enough to also force camera to not clip into the adjacent bookshelves.

even older pic of west wall, where the window was wider. might return to this idea and expose more of the distant sky. could probably hang more curtains so it looks less like a high hanging flatscreen tv.

also older pic of entrance lounge. south seas couch is real nice matching by the fortemps fireplace, but decided against the whites and marble.

old pic of entrance and lounge. bit better view of the custom ceiling which is still present. lofted a glade canopy bed to encircle the chandelier. used to have the cute ronka rocking chair floated ontop the harpsichord, but wanted a couch for at least two people to chill.

current entrance lounge. snuck the suzaku painting into the crafting loom as a ‘magical fireplace’ of sorts. - didn’t like the idea of live flames being so close to all these books lol.

current north wall. used the wondrous door window as, well, a door. rotated it so that the sun rays don’t shine inwards. hid the g’raha portrait and used the bottom tassel to accent the door. originally wanted those tassels on the west aurora wall, but the painting kept snapping to the lattice factory partitions.

another view of current north wall. lots more book shelves. chopped down a lot of rosewood trees. flipped the staggered shelf and used the blank middle circle to hang a clock, hiding the numbers. basement entrance is right behind the trick door bookshelf.

old east wall. used to have a private and cozy reading nook - (un)fortunately inaccessible to taller people.

current east wall. replaced the reading nook with a retainer waiting nook. hid a storm cot behind a hingan shelf, exposing just the wall papers. floated a nymian wall lamp against the storm cot vertical beam, making it appear as a rotatable fixture.

current east wall, upper floor. used glade bookshelf as a table and rotated the orchestrion because i like the back pattern.

old pic of basement hallway. i like using wood slats as partitions, but alas, the furniture limit limits thus.

old basement hallway also didn’t branch right into back boiler room. window light rays looked nice shining on the indoor tree.

old basement entryway. used to have a small lounge with the retainer bell stacked on some books. the oasis couch was snug was lined nicely with the wall and shelf.

current basement hallway. made aquariums freshwater as the brackish water gives a softer yellow green lighting.

also like having the allagan nodes floating in the tank. just silly lil floating guys. used to have chairs hidden under these partition tables so you sit right next to the aquarium glass, but scrapped the idea to save on slots.

current basement entryway. lowered ceiling with tatami loft and added hanging ornamental array. even more bookshelves yup.

and walking up these stairs to..

a small dining area! one of my fav spots in the house and surprisingly went through the least renovations. the crystal array and seawater tank gave a vibrant blue lighting, distinct from all other areas so far. lofted an indoor pond so camera wouldn’t clip into this area from the below kitchen, but the geometry caused rocks to still jut out, which i personally feel adds a bit more rustic flare anyhow.

and the kitchen area right below the dining room. rotated the hingan oven such that the pipe lined up with a ceiling light fixture. wanted to give impression of exposed plumbing, leading to boiler room in the next room over.

kitchen’s other side, with a step stool for me. saving slots meant exposing the blue stage curtain draping from the dining area. wanted to place a lot of edible foods on the table, but ended up only using a cooking facility and grocery cart to cover a wider area of the kitchen steppe kitchen.

old pic of backroom boiler hallway. changed the sliding door to a simple windor-door to better guide camera through the hallway. used to have a hairdresser bell here, thinking you’d be able to chill in the bath close by right after a haircut.

old backroom. used to the ‘red room’ as that’ll be all i’d see when i miss the hammer tower minigame. was fond of how the cataur was illuminated dramatically here.

had the stairs lead up to a glade bath. the cherry petals looked really pretty floating in the water. the ambiance when the light was shining was really lovely.

eventually scrapped the backroom-bathroom idea in favour of a more industrial boiler-energy room that would provide energy throughout the house. used lots of enigma partitions alongside factory grates here.

lots of motion with the rotating gears, and even occasional steam exhaust from the alchemy furnace. loose fabrics close to rotating gears might be a safety hazard, but i still like the stage curtain hanging here.

finally a bonus pic of the void. would sometimes jump up after closing menus and find myself here. can see the panels and bed i stuck through the ceiling.

ffxiv housing is fun with the unique kinds of furnishings available and the housing community is always sharing new and creative designs. thanks for reading through this guided tour and hope you visit our small house in this big mmo!

[spaceguyonline]

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        Between the slats of a white, plastic window shade, the low-lit sky of morning shifted through, casting a barely visible shadow against the floor of the room. Wooden boards- their surface haphazardly covered with an assortment of carelessly dropped supplies- greeted this light with grooved faces. As the first song of morning rang through the air, it seemed not a thing could go wrong. Unfortunately, to the robotic figure waking up in the corner of the room, the sentiment was something he did not share.

        “God,” he grumbled, shielding his singular eye from the harsh greeting of morning, “awful. Just like Dustbowl.”  

The robot sat up and rubbed his head “One more busy day.” And instantly goes on hintshot’s discord server. He opens up general chat to talk about his beloved TeamFortress2 corp. to hintshot’s audience.

There, on the front: hintshot discord. He smiles. Spaceguyonline instantly frowns because he see PJ in hintshotls server and decided to stop speaking in general for 3 days straight, intimidated by the soldier mge pictures along with the threats. Truly it was apparent couldn't escape his past. He HATEd panus.

Leaning back, he placed one hand behind him, resting his head in the crook of his arm. What a terrible word. He couldn’t keep denying it though; his past wouldn’t be escaped. Of course, it wasn’t just his past, for with it a person came. Terrible. Just like Sniper. He shouldn’t feel this way for a person, he should hate all of them like his why people hate series and yet...

He needed an escape. Picking up his swag gaming computer, he double-clicked on the bronze and black icon of Source: Film Maker. Source fim make. Pulling up the sniper model, he dropped in one white light and set it to maximum intensity. “Time to make another poster.“ he puts a light and then renders.

He would smile to himself if he had a mouth "hah, these liberals will like theses posters." He takes a sip from his Liberal-Tear mug which he made himself. “Nothing like a good brew of liberal tears. Now where were we… Oh yes!..” He cracks his knuckles and gets back on his keyboard and opens Discord. “Post humorous kills shouldn't either. Kills that happen after you die. Most commonly on Pyros, obviously... But also sometime with Soldier or Demo." He takes a deep breath. “That was enough liberal ownage for tonight.” He closed his eye and let out a sigh, thoughts of creatur crept in when he tried to shove it away via poster making and liberal owning. Last night he had dreamt about waking up right besides the one that seemed to plague his mind, which he couldn't decide if it was a positive or negative thing.

He decided to get off his game ing computer. Maybe some alone time with no liberals on the computer screen might refresh his mind. He stretches. “Man.”

His beloved couldn't escape his mind, he was stuck in an endless loop of owning the libs and his mind being invaded by the thoughts of italy creatur. He knew what would help his sorrow of his dearest lover not being besides him, he stepped in his little kitchen which smelled of bad.The robot opened up the fridge, peering in at the butt cheeks he was going to bite.

It was the food which liberals ate which he couldn't reminded him of his Italian, he would hug the spaghetti, it smearing on his metalic chest and crying liberal tears, a little spaghetti fell on the floor, his perfect sniper boots covered in pasta and tomato sauce. "Oh, my dearest, my tiny little baby, why are you such a sissy liberal?" He falls on the floor and stars having a stroke “Joe many liberals does it take to change a log by bulb????? None, their to busy ???? Their gender😂😂😂😂😂😂”

Space giggles.

"Everyone likes me, haha," he skips back into his bedroom gleefully and slams the door shut behind him. He is going to ask if they can play mvm later.

Spaceguy resumes to act serious and write with proper grammar on online forums, intending to intimate children online because he wants to be just like glafos, despite hating woman.  He is at heart a white hetrosexual woman, just like glafos from potral 2.  He believes he 'kins' glafos as the kids say these days. He is also schizofreni NO IM NOT. I'M NOT SCHIZOFRENIC. I take my pills… He belives he is the real GLaDOS because he was born before the game was made??????? He was born before the dawn of time. He is seventeen bizillion years old. TFA made him like this Pee pee poo poo wee wee eho eho eh. TAKE YOUR PILLS no. I'm sane. I am sane. I am Glados from tf2. WAKE UP IT'S ALL A DREAM YOU'RE SLEEPING IT'S A NEVERENDING NIGHTMARE NO LEAVE ME ALONE LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP IT I ALREADY WIPED TODAY PLEASE PLEASE I BEG YOU

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake it's all a dream Joe Biden. Wakeup Joe Biden.u the mission, the nightmare isn't yet done GHANDI GHANDI GHANDI no. El che. El che. El che. STOP IT. stop. Stop

...Stop…

…Stop…

...Stop.

Space wakes up in cold sweat...despite being a robot who shouldn't even be able to produce something such as water. He was a hydro jet anacadona. clutching his chest. He looked around the bedroom as he lifted his head, a headache crawling through more prominently with every movement. He fell asleep, that was it. He feel asleep while in Vegas movie studio 1000030 movie studios pro steam edition. He was simply overworking himself too much, now with the addition that he had a patrion to tend to..

Everything was fine, he was fine. He just hit 1 subscribers, and things were going well...

Now it was time-! No… stop it… stop. The robot slams his fist on the desk and nearly tips over the glass of water he uses to drink his meds every day. That's right… His meds. He takes a handful of pills and vigorously rubs them against his metallic plate (robot cant eat), instantly feeling ten times saner. "Ok. The voices should stop now…" Except they didn't…They never did.

Totally not because robots can't fucking consume pills.

He starts humming Despacito in broken spanish to avoid falling into the pit of despair that is his own mind.         

As the despair grew, the low creeping of darkness began to curl around his mind. Through the dim veil of failed dreams and aspirations, the faint form of a figure- no, two figures- began to form. They were the silhouettes of a dark, inky humanoid, and a hooded, mask-wearing person.

Gopnik and Faible.

Reaching forward, the hooded one grabbed the ink ones hand, turning to stare passionately before…

Gopnik kisses faible

"Show me your heart because I'm not attracted to you because I'm ace" faible growled like a dog.

⬆️ Gopnik⬆️started to bite their legs.

        As Space watched this unfold, he began to feel something blossom inside of him. Was it … shadow devil skull.

        He wanted what those two had so badly… Dipping his head, he closed his eyes to the sight, resigning himself to darkness. It was Italian he loved, and italian only.

The robots metal slits on his eye slowly opened to an empty room once more. The softly glowing red orb seemed to become tiresome and sunken as he slumped against the wall, reality returning as fast as it had distorted out. He felt his metallic heart pumping inside his chest, it was the onl. y sound he could hear now. No voices, no visions. He was back inside reality, but was it any better when he had nothing to do but face his emotions without any distraction? Was there pills to stop this too just like the visions?

 he smiles.

[lostcybertronian]

"I double dare you." With either Darkstache or BimDark 🥰

Among Us AU with some Imposter!Dark and Wilford

Trigger warnings for physical violence, gore, blood, death, and weapon use

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Prompt: “I double dare you.”

Muted light filtered through the evenly spaced slats of the metal grating, dappling Dark’’s gray skin with flickering red as he lay on his back and peered through the vent into the world above.

“Who’s up there?” Behind him, Wilford sprawled on his stomach in the duct, pink spacesuit bright in the dim-lit gloom. Strapped to one of his thighs was a handgun, but he’d opted to clutch his favorite knife instead, pulled from one of the many secret pockets in his suit.

Dark himself had no weapons. “Iplier and Trimmer are resetting the reactor,” he reported, craning his neck and shifting to get a better view, “Host is at the door.”

“Let’s get ‘em.” Wilford tightened his grip on the knife, the polished metal glimmering. “I’ll get the doc if you get Trimmer.”

“We’ll be caught if we do that.”

Wilford grinned. “No one else is coming. Cut the lights and we’ll be just fine.” He paused, then added, “I double dare ya.”

Dark was already retrieving his tablet, even before his counterpart finished speaking. Was already shorting the fuses shipwide and slamming the reactor doors shut with a few destructive lines of code. It might’ve been Wilford who drove him. It might’ve been the constant, gnawing hunger that forever clawed at his insides.

The instant the reactor room went black Dark surged from the vent, Wilford on his heels, gripping his knife in his teeth like an old-fashioned pirate, a savage grin on his face.

“Who is that? What-” Dr. Iplier’s panicked yelp petered into a rasping gurgle as Wilford thrust his blade into the doctor’s throat, ripping it open and spraying blood down the front of his white spacesuit and across Wilford’s pink one.

Bim, for his part, caught on to what was happening much quicker than the doctor had; he abandoned the now-calm reactor and darted for the locked door.

He was fast, but Dark was faster. He seized the back of his suit and yanked. Bim’s helmet hit the metal with a harsh thunk and his eyes rolled, wide and white with terror.

“You-” he gasped, but that was all he was able to say, or would ever be able to say again.

Dark’s midsection split, separating with a pop into a wide maw brimming with needle-sharp teeth, red with old blood and flecked with viscera. Even in the darkness they gleamed.

All the while the Host pounded on the outside of the door, fists a staccato beat to the sounds of bones breaking and soft tissue tearing. Neither imposter noticed when they disappeared completely, the man finally having the sense to go for the emergency button; they merely slithered back into the vents, leaving naught but the macabre behind.

[doubutsu-no-hayashi]

I made a list of all of my DIY recipes under the cut, excluding non-golden tools and garbage recipes (since those are automatically obtained when you get the materials). I also didn’t type out all of the egg outfits. I will update this as I obtain more recipes.

I was going to just keep this as a reference for when I open my island to say “go here to see what I can craft,” but you know what? I’ll go ahead and put this in the tags. If you need something crafted, feel free to message me. Must provide all materials, though, because I do not want to figure out pricing for all of this.

Acorn Pochette

Acorn rug

Acoustic Guitar

Angled signpost

Apple chair

Apple dress

Apple hat

Apple rug

Apple umbrella

Apple wall

Aquarius urn

Aries rocking chair

Armor shoes

Aroma pot

Asteroid

Astronaut suit

Autumn wall

Backyard lawn

Bamboo basket

Bamboo bench

Bamboo candleholder

Bamboo doll

Bamboo drum

Bamboo floor lamp

Bamboo flooring

Bamboo-grove wall

Bamboo hat

Bamboo lattice fence

Bamboo lunch box

Bamboo noodle slide

Bamboo partition

Bamboo shelf

Bamboo-shoot lamp

Bamboo slats fence

Bamboo sphere

Bamboo stool

Bamboo stopblock

Bamboo wall

Bamboo wall decoration

Bamboo wand

Barbell

Barbed-wire fence

Barrel

Basement flooring

Basket pack

Beekeeper’s hive

Big Festive tree

Birdbath

Birdcage

Birdhouse

Block fence

Blossom-viewing lantern

Blue rose crown

Blue rose wreath

Bone doorplate

Boomerang

Bonfire

Bonsai shelf

Box-shaped seat

Brick fence

Brick oven

Brick well

Brown herringbone wall

Bunny Day Arch

Bunny Day bag

Bunny Day bed

Bunny Day crown

Bunny Day fence

Bunny Day festive ballons

Bunny Day flooring

Bunny Day glowy garland

Bunny Day lamp

Bunny Day merry balloons

Bunny Day rug

Bunny Day stool

Bunny Day table

Bunny Day vanity

Bunny Day wall

Bunny Day wall clock

Bunny Day Wand

Bunny Day wardrobe

Bunny Day Wreath

Butter churn

Cabin wall

Campfire

Cancer table

Capricorn ornament

Cardboard bed

Cardboard chair

Cardboard sofa

Cardboard table

Carp on a cutting board

Cherry-blossom bonsai

Cherry-blossom branches

Cherry-blossom clock

Cherry-blossom flooring

Cherry-blossom-petal pile

Cherry-blossom pochette

Cherry-blossom pond stone

Cherry-blossom-trees wall

Cherry-blossom umbrella

Cherry-blossom wand

Cherry dress

Cherry hat

Cherry lamp

Cherry rug

Cherry speakers

Cherry umbrella

Cherry wall

Chic cosmos wreath

Chic mum crown

Chic rose crown

Chic tulip crown

Chic windflower wreath

Chocolate herringbone wall

Clackercart

Classic-library wall

Classic pitcher

Clothesline

Coconut juice

Coconut wall planter

Colored-leaves flooring

Cool hyacinth crown

Cool hyacinth wreath

Cool pansy crown

Cool pansy wreath

Cool windflower crown

Cool windflower wreath

Corral fence

Corrugated iron fence

Cosmos crown

Cosmos shower

Cosmos wand

Cosmos wreath

Country fence

Crescent-moon chair

Crest doorplate

Crewed spaceship

Cute lily crown

Cute rose crown

Cutting board

Dark bamboo rug

Dark cosmos crown

Dark lily crown

Dark lily wreath

Dark rose wreath

Dark tulip crown

Dark tulip wreath

Dark wooden-mosaic wall

Decoy duck

Deer decoration

Deer scare

Destinations signpost

DIY workbench

Document stack

Doghouse

Donation box

Drinking fountain

Egg party dress

Egg party hat

Falling-snow wall

Fancy lily wreath

Fancy mum wreath

Fancy rose wreath

Festival-lantern set

Festive rug

Festive top set

Festive tree

Festive wrapping paper

Firewood

Flat garden rock

Floral swag

Flower stand

Flying saucer

Fossil doorplate

Forest flooring

Forest wall

Fountain

Frozen arch

Frozen bed

Frozen chair

Frozen counter

Frozen fence

Frozen partition

Frozen pillar

Frozen sculpture

Frozen table

Frozen-treat set

Frozen tree

Fruit basket

Fruit wreath

Frying pan

Galaxy flooring

Garden bench

Garden rock

Garden wagon

Gemini closet

Giant teddy bear

Glow-in-the-dark stickers

Glowing-moss boulder

Glowing-moss dress

Glowing-moss flooring

Glowing-moss forest wall

Glowing-moss rug

Glowing-moss ruins wall

Glowing-moss statue

Gold armor

Gold-armor shoes

Gold bars

Gold helmet

Gold rose crown

Gold rose wreath

Gold-screen wall

Golden arowana model

Golden axe

Golden candlestick

Golden casket

Golden dishes

Golden dung beetle

Golden flooring

Golden gears

Golden ladder set-up kit

Golden net

Golden piggy bank

Golden plate armor

Golden seat

Golden shovel

Golden Slingshot

Golden toilet

Golden urn

Golden wall

Golden wand

Golden watering can

Gong

Grass skirt

Grass standee

Green bamboo fence

Green grass skirt

Green-leaf pile

Hanging terrarium

Hay bed

Hearth

Hedge

Hedge standee

Holiday candle

Honeycomb flooring

Honeycomb wall

Hyacinth crown

Hyacinth lamp

Hyacinth wand

Hyacinth wreath

Ice flooring

Ice wall

Ice wand

Iceberg flooring

Iceberg wall

Illuminated present

Illuminated reindeer

Illuminated snowflakes

Illuminated tree

Imperial fence

Infused water dispenser

Iron-and-stone fence

Iron armor

Iron closet

Iron doorplate

Iron fence

Iron frame

Iron garden bench

Iron garden chair

Iron garden table

Iron hanger stand

Iron shelf

Iron wall lamp

Iron wall rack

Iron wand

Iron worktable

Ironwood bed

Ironwood cart

Ironwood chair

Ironwood clock

Ironwood cupboard

Ironwood DIY workbench

Ironwood dresser

Ironwood kitchenette

Ironwood low table

Ironwood table

Jail bars

Jingle wall

Juicy-apple TV

Jungle flooring

Jungle wall

Kettle bathtub

Kettlebell

Key holder

King Tut mask

Knight’s helmet

Knitted grass backpack

Large cardboard boxes

Large lattice fence

Lattice fence

Leaf

Leaf campfire

Leaf mask

Leaf stool

Leaf umbrella

Leo sculpture

Libra scale

Light bamboo rug

Lily crown

Lily record player

Lily wand

Lily wreath

Log bed

Log bench

Log chair

Log decorative shelf

Log dining table

Log extra-long sofa

Log garden lounge

Log pack

Log round table

Log stakes

Log stool

Log wall-mounted clock

Lovely cosmos crown

Lucky golden cat

Lunar lander

Lunar rover

Lunar surface

Magazine rack

Manga-library wall

Manhole cover

Maple-leaf pochette

Maple-leaf pond stone

Maple-leaf rug

Maple-leaf umbrella

Matryoshka

Medium cardboard boxes

Mermaid bed

Mermaid chair

Mermaid closet

Mermaid dresser

Mermaid Fence

Mermaid flooring

Mermaid lamp

Mermaid rug

Mermaid screen

Mermaid shelf

Mermaid sofa

Mermaid table

Mermaid vanity

Mermaid wall

Mermaid wall clock

Mini DIY Workbench

Modeling clay

Modern wood wall

Money flooring

Moon

Mossy garden rock

Mountain standee

Mum crown

Mum cushion

Mum wreath

Mums wand

Mush lamp

Mush log

Mush low stool

Mush parasol

Mush partition

Mush table

Mush umbrella

Mush wall

Mush wand

Mushroom wreath

Music stand

Natural garden chair

Natural garden table

Natural mum wreath

Natural square table

Nice branch

Nova light

Ocarina

Oil-barrel bathtub

Old-fashioned washtub

Open wooden shelves

Orange dress

Orange end table

Orange hat

Orange rug

Orange umbrella

Orange wall

Orange wall-mounted clock

Ornament mobile

Ornament wreath

Outdoor bath

Outdoor picnic set

Palm-tree lamp

Pan flute

Pansy crown

Pansy table

Pansy wand

Pansy wreath

Park fence

Partition wall

Paw-print doorplate

Peach chair

Peach dress

Peach hat

Peach rug

Peach surprise box

Peach umbrella

Peach wall

Pear bed

Pear dress

Pear hat

Pear rug

Pear umbrella

Pear wall

Pear wardrobe

Pile of leaves

Pile of zen cushions

Pine bonsai tree

Pisces lamp

Pitfall seed

Plain sink

Plain wooden shop sign

Pond stone

Pot

Potted Ivy

Pretty cosmos wreath

Pretty tulip wreath

Project table

Purple hyacinth crown

Purple hyacinth wreath

Purple pansy crown

Purple windflower crown

Raccoon figurine

Rainbow feather

Red-leaf pile

Ringtoss

Robot hero

Rocket

Rocking chair

Rocking horse

Rope fence

Rope-net wall

Rose bed

Rose crown

Rose wand

Rose wreath

Rustic-stone wall

Sagittarius arrow

Sandy beach flooring

Sakura-wood flooring

Sakura-wood wall

Satellite

Sauna heater

Scarecrow

Scattered papers

Sci-fi flooring

Sci-fi wall

Scorpio lamp

Shamrock wand

Shell arch

Shell bed

Shell fountain

Shell lamp

Shell partition

Shell rug

Shell speaker

Shell stool

Shell table

Shell wand

Shell wreath

Shellfish pochette

Silo

Simple mum crown

Simple well

Simple wooden fence

Signpost

Ski-slope flooring

Ski-slope wall

Sleigh

Small cardboard boxes

Snazzy pansy wreath

Snowflake pochette

Snowflake wall

Snowflake wreath

Snowperson head

Space shuttle

Spiky fence

Stack of books

Stacked magazines

Stacked shopping baskets

Stacked-wood wall

Stall

Standard umbrella stand

Star head

Star pochette

Star wand

Starry garland

Starry wall

Starry-sands flooring

Starry-skies rug

Starry-sky wall

Steamer-basket set

Steel flooring

Steel-frame wall

Stone arch

Stone Fence

Stone lion-dog

Stone stool

Stone table

Stone tablet

Stone wall

Stonework kitchen

Straw fence

Straw umbrella hat

Street piano

Summer shell rug

Swinging bench

Tabletop festive tree

Tall garden rock

Tall lantern

Taurus bathtub

Tea table

Terrarium

Three-tiered snowperson

Tiki torch

Timber doorplate

Tiny library

Traditional balancing toy

Traditional straw coat

Tree-branch wand

Tree branch wreath

Tree standee

Tree-stump rug

Tree’s bounty arch

Tree’s bounty big tree

Tree’s bounty lamp

Tree’s bounty little tree

Tree’s bounty mobile

Trophy case

Tropical vista

Tulip crown

Tulip surprise box

Tulip wand

Tulip wreath

Turkey Day casserole

Turkey Day chair

Turkey Day decorations

Turkey Day garden stand 

Turkey Day hearth

Turkey Day table

Turkey Day table setting

Turkey Day wheat decor

Ukulele

Underwater flooring

Underwater wall

Unglazed dish set

Veggie basket

Vertical-board fence

Vine crown

Vine hanging chair

Vine lamp

Vine outfit

Virgo harp

Wand

Water flooring

Water pump

Wave breaker

Wedding fence

Wedding wand

Western-style stone

Wild log bench

Wild-wood wall

Windflower crown

Windflower fan

Windflower wand

Windflower wreath

Wobbling Zipper toy

Wooden block bed

Wooden block bench

Wooden block bookshelf

Wooden block chair

Wooden block chest

Wooden block stereo

Wooden block stool

Wooden block table

Wooden block toy

Wooden block wall clock

Wooden bookshelf

Wooden bucket

Wooden chair

Wooden chest

Wooden double bed

Wooden end table

Wooden fish

Wooden full-length mirror

Wooden-knot wall

Wooden low table

Wooden ladder set-up kit

Wooden mini table

Wooden-mosaic wall

Wooden-plank sign

Wooden simple bed

Wooden stool

Wooden storage shed

Wooden table

Wooden table mirror

Wooden toolbox

Wooden wardrobe

Wooden waste bin

Woodland wall

Woven-vines hat

Yellow star rug

Yellow-leaf pile

Zen fence

Zen-style stone

[writingsofmyimagination]

MARSHMALLOW

So this was for the BangtanArmyNet Writer and Content Creator Summer Exchange ‘19.

My Partner was the amazing @painfulbutsweet​ who created the amazing gifs and footer you see before you. Was truly a pleasure collaborating and I hope I gave you the Dom Jimin you deserve :P. WE SMASHED IT!

Our Scenario/keyword was: SUMMER CAMP

• Pairing: Jimin x Reader • Genre: Summer Camp AU

Warnings: Smut (Dom Jimin), BDSM themes (restraints, orgasm denial, spanking) , swearing, drinking games|

• Words 4697 • Please Enjoy!! You too @sibbyjin

“Are you ever going to have me on your team” Jungkook whined playfully at you

“Are you ever going to stop trying to convince me to sleep with you?” you served straight back, your response halted his growing smirk. The smirk carried on, but across Jimin’s face who was stood next to you.

When Jungkook told you that one of his friends wanted to apply for the team leader role opposite you, you were hesitant. Jungkook as amazing at dance he was and as brilliant as he was with the young teens at the camp he was still a bit of a cocky shit and the thought of having ‘one of his friends’ working with him seemed like the ingredients of a chaotic concoction you’d rather not willingly drink. 

All those doubts however, disappeared within minutes of Jimin of walking into the hall. Instead of the minimal swag Jungkook holds himself with Jimin walked in with nothing but grace and such a soft smile illuminating the flawless skin he was blessed with. His hair scruffily parted just off centre, the dark fringe hung over his olive skin with perfect contrast. The fluidity through his body when he danced was un-matchable, a delicate flower allowing the wind to take it where it dictated. It was mesmerising. His face was also incredibly expressive when he danced, you definitely saw hints of a duality; when his moves were more of the erotic kind, his kind eyes definitely flashed with a primal nuance.

Even talking to him he was polite. While everyone was setting up the camp for a few days before the kids arrived you learned he was incredibly attentive to very small shifts in people’s moods or behaviour. You ended up telling your friends he was an absolute marshmallow and now that was his nickname in their mind and yours and it also suited his hair colour which had changed to a pastel pink since his interview.

“Right guys!” you spoke loudly to be heard over the murmuring of 30 youngsters.

“Now you’re split into teams I’ll take the left group and Jimin you can take the right group” he nodded.

“One of the goals this week is to create a dance piece which will be performed at the end of week in front of your parents and the best choreography group will be chosen by our guest judges; more importantly it’s about making friends and enjoying the activities which we will be running when the dance practice and workshops aren’t”

“As many of you know there’s quite a tradition for pranks here, and while it’s amusing to prank the other team or its counsellors please make sure you have run the idea past the counsellor or leader for your team. For my team it will be myself or Hoseok” you motioned to him and he flashed his huge smile which easily could infect everyone with his positive bubbly energy. He waved to the kids, their faces buzzing with the fact that pranking is actually encouraged here.

“And for team B it will Jimin and Jungkook”.

“The other counsellors will be around to assist with the non-dance related activities as well. Any problems or worries you can come to any one of us understand?”

You received a unanimous mumble of yeses and nods.

“Right lets split up then, first task is to come up with a concept then we’ll re-join for dinner.

“Don’t think that just because you’re sweet you’re not on my radar for pranks” you warned Jimin with a sugary smile.

“Oh don’t worry just because you’re pretty doesn’t mean you’re off mine either” he countered with a devils grin.

 Your kids chaotically agreed on the concept of Day of the Dead. Quite a few of the kids are on their 2nd or 3rd time here so they quickly settled when they’d reacquainted with familiar faces. You were always surprised at just how focused the kids were when they needed to be.

The first of the two studios was on the left as you headed to the main camp area. On the outside it looked very much like a temporary classroom, tainted pale blue slats lining the building horizontally. A museum of moss was exhibited up the sides running through the flat top of the building. Inside it was like it had been fast forwarded 10years, soft wood flooring lined at your feet mirrors lined one wall. You’d also managed to bring in two fair sized flat screens and mounted them on the opposite wall; it’s always helpful to film and play back for the kids to evaluate their own form. There was also a generous cupboard which was home to some fitness equipment and assortment of mats. You and the others had brought in some classroom chairs and intermittently scattered them around the outline of the room; the other studio was a perfect mirror of the one you’d be working in.

//

 “Here” Jimin had wrapped you up in a blanket and offered you a hot chocolate delivering all of the comforts you wanted, including his company. You were drenched, the latest prank victim; well it was more a kidnapping than a prank. Jungkook had steam rolled you across his shoulders while you were on a break and launched you into the lake like you weighed nothing; and fortunately for him you was wearing a white tank top and you knew he enjoyed every second of it. Once you’d retrieved your breathe back from hilarity you made definitely made sure his arm was dead for a little while.

“Thanks” It wasn’t particularly cold, the sun was set high in the sky, rays gloriously drying of the excess water from your skin. The lake on the other hand was freezing, the blood running through your vein slowed the moment you were submerged.

Jimin plonked himself down next to you as your back rested up against a tree stump.

“Your face when he chucked you” he blurted out erupting into a restrained giggle. You halfheartedly slapped his arm as a smirk emerged at your lips.

“You two need to just hurry up and sleep together already, you’re already like a married couple”

Your eyes grew offended, you inhaled deeply lungs filling with a sense of insult.

“What? No way! The only reason he’s like he is with me is because I’m the only one that probably rejects him, he can’t have me and his ego hates it. That guy will be nothing more than an annoying friend to me”

Jimin’s faces was creased with amusement, his eyebrows raising at the response.

“Well glad someone’s strong enough to friend zone him, even at Uni he’d always get what he wanted”

“Yeah? And what did you get? You’re easily on the same” you hesitated a beat “attractiveness level” you asked genuinely curious. He gave you a sideways glance accepting the compliment as you waited for his response.

“Why thank you, and I have much higher standards than JK, I like to actually have a connection with the people I sleep with” Your eyes must have glazed over

“What? He asked amused

“How are you even friends you’re complete opposites”

“Someone’s got to make sure he doesn’t get into too much trouble” he chuckled. There was short comfortable silence which was filled with calm contentment that relaxed you enough to just be at peace.

“You going to come to the fire pit later? The guys who have tomorrow morning off are dragging me to play drinking games, so this is me trying to drag you down with me”

“If it’s you then I’ll be dragged anywhere” he toyed childishly. You slapped him again with much more force this time.

“Seriously you’re such a dweeb!”

//Last class of the day//

You were engulfed in darkness yet you were almost vibrating with heavy excitement. You were doing your best to keep still, trying to avoid knocking anything and making a sound to indicate your presence. A thin strip of light crawled in from under the door as the room off from where you were came to life, you heard the scuffling of a hoard and muffled chattering noise.

Here we go you thought. You pressed your ear to the door for better audio quality.

“Mikey will you please set up the audio system” The indistinguishable chatter continued for a few moments until Mikey spoke

“Jimin it’s not working” Mikey whined.

“Okay let me have a look” You waited, patience shining through as your most redeeming quality; you heard the class steadily quieten into stillness.

A shot of loud music shocked into the room before it was snuffed out, instantaneously Jimin’s high squeal overtook the silence with the laughter of 15 knowing kids further taking over his noise. Your lips curved up, happy with the result.

He was primed

“Okay you guys settle down, are there any mats in the cupboard?” Jimin inquired.

“Yeah” a few voices answered.

Light footsteps closed you down. Your blood was rushing round so fast your head began to spin. The handle clicked and moved downwards as soon as the light hit you leapt from where you’d crouched.

Jimin’s body instinctively jumped backwards as his adrenaline spiked, the cry that you stole from his lips filled you with nothing but satisfaction, and a hell of a lot of amusement of course. His foot couldn’t quite find the floor he fell backwards cushioning his fall with his hands. Your hand shot to cover your mouth from revealing the extent of your laughter.

This was even better than you’d hoped.

You reminded yourself to massively thank Jungkook for telling you how jumpy Jimin was. The kids erupted into uncontained hysterics, you scrambled over to Jimin and took his hand and supported him as he got to his feet.

“Are…you… okay?” you managed. At this point he was chuckling away with you.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine”

“I would say I’m sorry but I’m really not as soon as Jungkook mentioned you scared easily I just had to” you explained.

Jimin face distorted slightly when he turned and was faced with multiple phones recording the whole thing. He turned to you face even more quizzical looking for an explanation

“They knew, I asked them to scare you first, I’m kinda sorry for turning your kids against you”

“Betrayed Guys!” He shouted to the kids recovering from their hysterics.

You threw your arms round him as a form of peace, he quickly tightened the embrace accepting happily the apology.

“You are definitely going to get it now” he whispered bittersweet in your ear before letting you go.

“Counting on it” you countered, smugness brimming from your cheeks while sticking your tongue out provoking him.

 The night crawled in, the crickets sprang into their chirping which was being harmonised by the crackling on the fire burning away in the middle of a triangular layout of logs.

You slumped down next to JK, you were protected from the cooling air in your grey jogging bottoms and an oversized maroon hoody.

“So how is it I’m the only girl here tonight” you inquired taking a cool boxed  cider from Jungkook. Observing your company of JK, Jimin, J-hope and Jin. All looking slightly alcohol flushed.

“Chloe just went to get the marshmallows”

“Thank god, so where are we at?”

“Never have I ever” Jin replied. Your eyes rolled instantly.

“Of course”

Chloe made her way back crinkling the marshmallow bag open, and like bee’s to pollen hands flew and began to empty the bag.

“Okay erm Never Have I ever given a lap dance in crotch less underwear” Hoseok put to the group, his eyes were fixed on yours cheeky smirk burning into you knowingly.

“You’re such a dick” you scolded as you swigged your drink and swiped his arm. He knew you too well. Everyone’s eyes widened, curious.

“Never have I ever…fucked in a swimming pool” you countered with an equally devilish stare in response.

Game on

The laughter was thick through the night as the fire grew to embers.

“Truth” You requested.

“You can’t have three truths in a row it’s gotta be a dare” Jungkook blurted.

Was worth a try

“Fine, dare” you huffed, too intoxicated to put up an argument which you’d lose anyway.

“How about you give you Jimin a lap dance” Jin suggested.

1. This was a terrible idea

2. You’d learnt way too much about Jimin this evening, apparently the little cutie was way less innocent that his saccharine appearance let on

3. This was a terrible idea

4. You were going to give Jimin a lap dance

“Who doesn’t want a lap dance by a girl smelling of smoke in trackies” you joked standing up

“Someone get some music” Hoseok demanded, you and Jimin shared a glance of unreadable intention, his face was so neutral you knew he was compensating for one thing or another. The others were all clapping like amused seals waiting for the show.

🎵I'm just a bachelor, I’m looking for a partner, someone who knows how to ride🎵 (Pony – Ginuwine)

“Seriously? This isn’t magic mike!” you chuckled making an unsure way over.

“Magic Y/N” Jungkook quipped.

Your eyes grew dark focused and held onto nothing but Jimins as they shimmered with an abundance of anticipation. Other than the intermittent giggling you would say you looked pretty serious.

When your body allowed the music to direct it and your hips swayed everyone else around you bled away into nothingness. You edged closer nudging his legs open and stepped in over one his thighs, you loosely grinded and teased your hoody up exposing your stomach and stopped at the peek of your bra before erupting into reserved laughter as your cheeks flushed.

You slithered back to your seat consciously avoiding Jimins reaction, the rest clapped and wolf whistled as you held you a bottle up in acknowledgement.

“Okay JK tongue away, Jimin it’s your go truth or dare?” Jin began.

“Truth, I do not trust Jin and his dares at this point” Unanimous agreement across everyone.

“Why do you have to attack me like this” he whined in response through a laugh

“Jimin how do you feel after that?” Chloe asked

“I am not answering that” reverting back to the sweet guy everyone’s accustomed to.

“Ahh he loved it” Hoseok wailed pushing Jimin off the log, sending his drink flying and everyone into a fit of intoxicated laughter.

 Well your early morning run was out, the grogginess saw to that. You’d manage to avoid any hangovers thanks to the couple of pints of water you’d forced down your neck before completely crashing in the tight single bed in one of the counsellors cabin. Sunbathing in your secret spot it is.

Your tie up black bikini was partially covered by a thin blue crop top and loose beach shorts, your hair was messily up in a ponytail freeing your neck to utilise the cooler breeze.

A brief knock.

“Come in”

“And how are you feeling this morning?” you asked a rather dopey looking Jimin.

“Surprisingly fine actually” he still sounded surprised, his blue Hawaiian shorts sat just above his knees, his sleeveless shirt gave you all preview of the side of his abs.

“What are you doing this morning?”

“I was just going to go to my sunbathing spot and sleep” the aroma of sun cream was radiating of your skin and seeped into the room.

“Mind if I tag along”

“Sure, if you’ll behave” you warned with a toy tone.

“Me behave? I wasn’t grinding on anybody’s leg last night” You exhaled a soundless chuckle and looked down at where your dignity had fallen in that second.

“Yeah, okay, erm sorry about that” you felt as if you’d just become marginally smaller and seeked solace back away from that memory.

“It’s fine, it could easily think of worse people to give me a dance” his words oddly comforted you and made you feel at ease with your alcohol driven behaviour.

“Bet JK was jealous right?” you added, Jimin laughed, hands brushing his hair away from his forehead.

Wow

“You bet he was!”

 The serenity of the spot you’d frequent remained unchanged, the lake pooled into the circular area surrounded by a parasol of green flushed trees. A wooden dock stabilised by sturdy pillars of wood rested down the middle of the seemingly isolated lake section. The steady slope leading into the lake was watched over by a domineering lifeguard tower, the white paint peeling off in tired flecks.

Your towel unpacked, unrolled against the wooden slats of the dock and contaminated pink across the natural scene. Jimin’s towel was a less eye catching black partnered next to yours.

“Beautiful isn’t it” you asked, glancing around heat flooding your skin slipping your sunglasses onto your face as you laid down only the bikini covering your skin

“Yes it is” he replied his eyes not once acknowledging the actual scenery.

“I thought I told you to behave” lolling your head to the side to ensuring you got a shaded eyeful of him losing his shirt before he starting basking like a beautiful picture beside you. It wasn’t long before the heat absorbed you into a drowsy doze.

 “Uhhh” you gasped for air that refused to refill in your chest, your heart halted before it went into a frenzy as you were jolted awake drenched.

Jimin’s hysterical laughing intensified into slowly suffocating as your wail reverberated through the quiet.

“You dick” you managed breathy with an eventual chuckle as your heart rate became manageable again. He was stood there holding a bucket, accomplished.

Asshole

You rushed up and charged with full intent to push him with your full weight behind you. You failed, he achieved simply misdirecting your weight straight off the edge of the dock; but not before you clamped your hand onto his arm dragging him with you.

The pair of you surfaced gasping and slipping the hair from your face, the pink strands curving over his face dripping. You could stand up, just. The gravel rough at your feet. You hindered the glasses from floating away and tip toed in cautious steps towards the dock, the pair of you cursing at the temperature and jesting.

He’d managed to catch up to your heels, just his presence behind you contorted the atmosphere, heat rising from your chest sucking air from your lungs. His palm pressed at your stomach shifting your weight in the water to press to him. Delicate fingers swept the hair from your back over the front of your shoulder. His stung a kiss the nape of your neck, you suppressed a large exhale before manoeuvring yourself round in his arms.

“Can I help you?”

“I think we both know you can” your chest flush against his

“I think that’s very presumptive of you” you teased, he pressed your back against the pillar of the floating harbour stealing a moan past your lips. He leant slowly towards your ear

“Are you going to stop being a brat and let me fuck you already” If you had a drink you’d have choked, what happened to that sweet, humble guy? You was by no means complaining, the words trickled down and pooled in between your thighs.

“Don’t worry I’ll take the best care of you” he continued, nipping at the bottom of your earlobe.

I’m done

Your arms locked behind his neck in sync with your legs around his waist bringing him to a heated kiss, your back arching off the post and closer to him.

“In that tower NOW!” he growled after purring a groan through your kiss. Your lips tweaked up to a smirk toying with your bottom lips, his eye raging carnal intent. That itself send your pulse into overdrive. You obeyed, he’d grabbed the towels and blankets from the harbour and made the rickety wood planks more comfortable before he’d ordered you on your knees. Water still lacing your skin, the slow wind flowing through the viewing space bit at your wet skin. Jimin stood over you, contemplative. Water running southwards over every crease and indent of the muscle tone.

Fuck! I could be on my knees for him all day

“Now do I punish or reward you for your little dance yesterday” he spoke aloud rhetorically still mulling over the possibilities tugging at the string holding your bikini top together allowing it to fall to the floor.

“Think we need a bit of both don’t you?” your skin was on fire burning up with unbridled anticipation, his tone was much lower than normal, the bright squishy smile had been substituted to a determined lustful one. The duality this boy was capable of was unreal and you wondered how he’d be when you returned back to the others. He bent down in front of you taking your chin in the grip of his fingers waiting.

“Sure” you replied knowing full well that’s not he was after. His lips pulled up one side knowingly.

“If you don’t reply properly you’ll be the only one who suffers until I say so” he warned

“Yes..Sir!” You mocked, refusing to pacify completely to his will.

“That’s enough, hands out in front”

“If you play brat this is what you get, don’t think I’ve not noticed how much you want to feel all this” he eyes drifted down his body. Well now you can’t” he affirmed securing your wrists together with a length of rope he’d scavenged from the back of the tower. Safe to say you regretted your choices.

“If it gets too tight or sore tell me, okay?”

“I will”

“Good, now get on top” he asked, you sent a confused glance his way.

“Come on you basically outed your thigh kink last night” well Jimin had just rung the sweetest dinner bell.

Thankfully you had some self-control as to not squeal with excitement.

Finger massaged their way up his thigh longer than was necessary to slide the shorts up to the apex of his thighs.

His eyes intently watching you entertained.

“You don’t need these anymore” he yanked at the strings of your bottoms, you lifted yourself up allowing him to launch your last piece of clothing. When you sat back down you had to gasp, the introduction of his firm thighs against your already soaking core was bliss. Feeling the same thing a low groan rang in the back of Jimin’s throat. You stabilised your bound hands on his chest

“You feel so good, I want to see you get yourself off on me and stop when I tell you. And!  I want to hear you, don’t be quiet baby”

You may be on top but you were far from in control. You rocked your hips until you found an intoxicating rhythm. Jimin’s fingertips securing at the side of your thighs keeping you anchored against him. Your hips rocked faster chasing the end you knew would be denied, your breathy moans becoming louder and more vocal with each rock.

“Enough” he forced through his own moans when he felt your legs begin to quiver allowing your climax to simmer back.

“Fuck you look good on me” he panted

“You’d feel better in me” you quipped back apologetically pleading.

“Oh I don’t doubt that for a second baby” he replied sitting up from the waist a gasp gurgled in your throat as his thigh twitched beneath you, you slumped your arms over his neck. Strong hands slapped and gripped at your behind and pulled you closer

“Ahh” you wailed, a chimera of surprise and pleasure as the sting faded. A devilish grin formed at your vocal and physical response.

“Oh you like that huh?”

“Mmhmm”

//SMACK//

“Words” he scolded. Your body jolted in the opposite direction from the direction of his hand the sting harsher than before.

“Yes! Fuck!”

“Hands and knees” he barked, he supported you off to the floor, tracing his fingers down the centre of your spine which curved underneath his touch. You leant into his grip as his hand rested around the back of your neck, he tightened the grip softly to gauge your response; the squeezing of your thighs together gave him that answer.

“How about 3? I can’t punish you too much for winding me up as it was a dare. Count with me. His hand pre soothed the area and spent a few seconds running his hands through your arousal

Your wrists clenched within each other, your head resting on the top of them, eyes scrunched absorbing the sting

“1” said through gritted teeth.

Again

“2”

Again

“3” you whimpered,

“Well done baby” he praised “Fuck how much did you enjoy that, you’re even more soaked?” he gasped fingers running through you again.

“I’ll have to be harsher with my punishments next time”

“You presume they’ll be a next time?” you toyed through a breathless chuckle.

“Oh you can count on it, I have no intention of making this a one-time thing, you’re too perfect for that” your heart only barely managing to slow down now it had to deal with skipping an awe happy beat. The harsh tone had dissipated and was back to his normal softness until you pushed yourself to sitting on your legs.

“Did I say you could sit back up?”

The shift in tone knocked you for six, you loved it. You resumed your previous position, the ache between your legs tormenting you endlessly.

You heard the rummaging from the bag as he searched for the condoms, leaving the space around you lacking in Jimin and any contact. When he finally shuffled himself back down behind you he aligned his thighs with yours and pulled you back up by your hair directly onto his cock

“Fuck Jimin!” you cried adjusting to him. He tugged at your hair stretching your neck back exposing it to his assault of bites. His hand wandered soaking up the skin of your stomach and kneaded at your chest until his hand rested at the base of your neck pressing gently. Something about his hand lightly constricting sent your head spinning, endorphins flooding your already sensitive system.

“Don’t cum until I tell you” he growled starting bucking his hips into you, the pressure at your neck grew, as did his hand grappling at your hip keeping you steady. Your bound hands offering you little support only pushed you harder into his grip as you allowed your legs to support more of your weight.

Tangled hair clung to your skin, sweat now providing the adhesive quality. His grunts and groans were overshadowed by your ever increasing in pitch moans.

“Please can I touch myself” you requested with a breathless whine.

“Does this baby girl want to cum?”

“Please!” If he didn’t give you permission soon you was going to be in trouble.

“Not yet but yes you can touch yourself…fuck you feel so good on me” he choked panting at your ear. His thrusts slowed to hard and intermittent ones and you was ready to break the rules all over him.

With moans turning into desperate whimpers he finally gives in to his own pleasure as well as yours.

“Fuck! Cum for me baby” his words came out like a plea, relief to your ears. His hips jerking hard shoving you into a climax, legs quivering, your core pulsing harsh euphoric waves round his own throbbing cock. Your nails dug harshly into your thighs as the wave consumed and slowly dissipated from you.

Jimin untied your wrists in a rush, with your freedom all you managed was to slump down onto the blankets in a breathless hot heap. Recuperation was cut short with Jimin lying on his side next to you ghosting sweet tender kisses at your collar bone.

A small chuckle escaped past your lips.

“What?” his breath had yet to return fully, his hands soothing your wrists with delicate touches.

“How can you be such a cute sweet caring marshmallow and then fuck like that” you joked.

“Can I not do both? And did you just call me a fucking marshmallow?” he replied through wide, glazed over amused eyes.

[ameryth74]

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Two letter words:

There are 107 acceptable 2-letter words listed in the Official Scrabble Players Dictionary, 6th Edition and the Official Tournament and Club Word List:

AA, AB, AD, AE, AG, AH, AI, AL, AM, AN, AR, AS, AT, AW, AX, AY, BA, BE, BI, BO, BY, DA, DE, DO, ED, EF, EH, EL, EM, EN, ER, ES, ET, EW, EX, FA, FE, GI, GO, HA, HE, HI, HO, ID, IF, IN, IS, IT, JO, JU, JY, JZ, KA, KI, KO, LA, LI, LO, MA, ME, MI, MM, MO, MU, MY, NA, NE, NO, NU, OD, OE, OF, OH, OI, OK, OM, ON, OP, OR, OS, OW, OX, PA, PE, PI, PO, QI, RE, SH, SI, SO, TA, TE, TI, TO, UH, UM, UN, UP, US, UT, WE, WO, XI, XU, YA, YE, YO, ZA

Two letter contractions: I’m, I’d

Four letter verbs:

abet, abut, abye/aby, ache, alit, ally, ante, arch, aver, avow (10).

baby,  bach, back, bade, baff, bail, bait, bake, bald, bale, balk, ball, band, bang, bank, bant, barb, bard, bare, barf, bark, base, bash, bask, bate, bath, bauk, bawl, bead, beam, bean, bear,    beat, beck, bede, beef, been, beep, bell, belt, bend, bent, bere, best, bias, bide(archaic usage), biff, bike, bilk, bill, bind, bird, birl, birr, bite, bitt, blab, blat, blaw, bled, blet, blew, blip, blob, blot, blow, blub, blue, blur, boak, boat, bode, body, boff(vulgar usage), boil, boke, bomb, bond, bone, bong, bonk, boob, book, boom, boot, bore, born, boss, boun, bowl, brad, brag, bray, bred, brew, brim, buck, buff, bulk, bull, bump, bung, bunk, bunt, buoy, burl, burn, burp, burr, bury, bush, busk, buss, bust, busy, butt, buzz (117).

ca-ca, cage, cake, calk, call, calm, came, camp, cane, cant, card, care, carp, cart, case, cash, cast, cave, cede, cere, chap, char, chat, chaw, chid, chin, chip, chop, chow, chug, chum, cite, clad, clam, clap, claw, clay, clew, clip, clog, clop, clot, cloy, club, clue, coal, coat, coax, cock, code, coif, coil, coin, coke, comb, come, comp, cone, conk, conn, cook, cool, coop, cope, copy, cord, core, cork, corn, cosh, cost, coup, cove, cowl, crab, cram, crap, crew, crib, crop, crow, cube, cuff, cull, curb, curd, cure, curl, curr, cuss (90).

dado, daff, damn, damp, dang, dare, dark, darn, dart, dash, date, daub, dawn, daze, deal, deck, deed, deem, defy, deke, dele, demo, dent, deny, dial, dice, died, diet, dike, dine, ding, ding, dint, dirk, disc, dish, disk, diss, dive, dock, doff, dole, dome, done, doom, dope, dose, doss, dote, dove, down, doze, drab, drag, draw, dray, dree, drew, drip, drop, drub, drug, drum, duck, duel, duet, dull, dumb, dump, dung, dunk, dupe, dusk, dust, dyke (75).

earn, ease, echo, eddy, edge, edit, emit, envy, espy, etch, even, exit (12).

face, fade, fail, fake, fall, fame, fard, fare, farm, fart, fash, fast, fate, fawn, faze, fear, feed, feel, fell, felt, fend, fess, fete, feud, file, fill, film, find, fine, fink, fire, firm, fish, fist, fizz, flag, flap, flat, flaw, flay, fled, flee, flew, flex, flip, flit, flog, flop, flow, flub, flux, foal, foam, foil, foin, fold, fond, fool, foot, ford, fork, form, foul, fowl, frag, frap, fray, free, fret, frig, frit, fuel, full, fume, fund, funk, furl, fuse, fuss, futz, fuze, fuzz (82).

gaff, gage, gain, gait, gall, game, gang, gaol, gape, garb, gash, gasp, gast(obsolete), gate, gaum(US), gave, gawk, gawp, gaze, gear, geld, gibe, gift, gild, gill, gimp, gird, girt, give, glad(archaic), glom, glow, glue, glug, glut, gnar, gnaw, go by, go on, goad, golf, gone, gong, goof, gore, gown, grab, gray, grew, grey, grid, grin, grip, grit, grow, grub, gulf, gull, gulp, gush, gust, gybe, gyre, gyve (64).

hack, haft, hail, hale, halo, halt, hand, hang, hare, hark, harm, harp, hash, hasp, hast, hate, hath(archaic), haul, have, hawk, haze, head, heal, heap, hear, heat, heed, heel, heft, held, helm, help, hent(obsolete), herd, hewn, hide, hike, hill, hint, hire, hiss, hive, hoax, hock, hoke(slang), hold, hole, home, hone, honk, hood, hoof, hook, hoop, hoot, hope, horn, hose, host, hove, howl, huff, hulk, hull, hump, hung, hunt, hurl, hurt, hush, husk, hymn, hype, hypo (74).

idle, inch, iris, iron, isle, itch (6).

jack, jade, jail, jape, jazz, jeep, jeer, jell, jerk, jest, jibe, jilt, jink, jinx, jive, join, joke, jolt, josh, juke, jump, junk (22).

kayo, keek(Scots), keel, keen, keep, kept, kern, kick, kill, kiln, kilt, kink, kiss, kite, knap, knew, knit, knot, know (19).

lace, lack, laid, lain, lair, lake, lamb, lame, land, lard, lark, lase, lash, last, lath, laud, lave, laze, lazy, lead, leaf, leak, lean, leap, lech, leer, left, lend, lens, lent, levy, lick, lift, like, lilt, limb, lime, limn, limp, line, link, lisp, list, live, load, loaf, loan, lock, loft, loll, long, look, loom, loop, loot, lope, lord, lose, lost, loup(Scots), lour, lout, love, lube, luck, luff, luge, lull, lump, lure, lurk, lust, lute, lyse (74).

mace, made, mail, maim, make, mall, malt, mark, marl, mart, mash, mask, mass, mast, mate, maul, maze, mean, meet, meld, mell, melt, mend, meow, mesh, mess, mete, mewl, miff, milk, mill, mime, mind, mine, mint, mire, miss, mist, moan, moat, mock, moil, mold, molt, moon, moor, moot, mope, moss, move, muck, muff, mull, mump, muse, mush, muss, must, mute (59).

nail, name, near, neck, need, nest, nick, nigh, nill(obsolete), nock, nose, nosh, note, nuke, null, numb (16).

obey, ogle, oink, okay, omen, omit, ooze, open, oust, over (10).

pace, pack, page, pain, pair, pale, pall, palm, pang, pant, pare, park, part, pash(Austral), pass, pave, pawn, peak, peal, peck, peek, peel, peen, peep, peer, pelt, pend, perk, perm, pick, pike, pile, pill, pimp, pine, ping, pink, pipe, piss(vulgar), pith, pity, plan, plat, play, plod, plop, plot, plow, plug, pock, poke, pole, poll, pond, pool, pore, port, pose, post, pour, pout, pray, pree, prep, prey, prim, prod, prog, prop, puff, puke, pule, pull, pulp, pump, punt, purl, purr, push, putt (80).

quad, quip, quit, quiz (4).

race, rack, raft, rage, raid, rail, rain, rake, ramp, rang, rank, rant, rape, rase, rasp, rate, rave, raze, razz, read, ream, reap, rear, reck, redd(dialect), rede(archaic), redo, reed, reef, reek, reel, rein, rely, rend, rent, rest, re-up, rice, rick, ride, riff, rift, rile, rill, rime(archaic)/rhyme, ring, riot, rise, risk, rive, roam, roar, robe, rock, rode, roil, rolf, roll, romp, roof, rook, room, root, rope, rose, rout, rove, ruck, ruff, ruin, rule, rush, rust (73).

sack, said, sail, sale, salt, sand, sass, sate, save, sawn, scab, scam, scan, scar, scat, scud, scum, seal, seam, sear, seat, seed, seek, seel, seem, seen, seep, sell, send, sent, sewn, shag, sham, shed, shim, shin, ship, shit, shoe, shog, shoo, shop, shot, show, shun, shut, sick, side, sift, sigh, sign, silk, silt, sing, sink, sire, site, size, skew, skid, skim, skin, skip, slab, slag, slam, slap, slat, slay, sled, slew, slid, slim, slip, slit, slog, slop, slot, slow, slub, slue, slug, slum, slur, smut, snag, snap, snip, snow, snub, snug, soak, soap, soar, sock, soil, sold, sole, solo, soot, sorb, sort, soup, sour, sown, spae(scottish), spam, span, spar, spat, spay, spec, sped, spew, spin, spit, spot, spud, spur, spurn, stab, stag, star, stay, stem, step, stet, stew, stir, stop, stow, stub, stud, stun, suck, suds, suit, sulk, sung, sunk, surf, swab, swag, swam, swan(brit), swap, swat, sway, swig, swim, swob, swop(brit)/swap, swot, swum, sync (155).

tabu, tack, tail, take, talc, talk, tame, tamp, tang, tank, tape, tare, task, taut, taxi, team, tear, teem, tell, tend, tent, term, test, text, thaw, thin, thud, tick, tide, tidy, tier, tiff, tile, till, tilt, time, tine, ting, tint, tire, toil, toke, told, tole, toll, tomb, tone, tong, took, tool, toot, tope, tore, torn, toss, tote, tour, tout, tram, trap, tree, trek, trim, trip, trod, trot, trow(archaic), true, tube, tuck, tuft, tune, turf, turn, tusk, twig(Brit), twin, twit, type (79).

undo, urge (2).

vade, vail(archaic), vamp, vary, veal, veer, veil, vein, vend, vent, vest, veto, vide, view, vine, visa, vise, void, vote (19).

wade, waft, wage, wail, wait, wake, wale, walk, wall, wane, want, ward, ware(archaic), warm, warn, warp, wash, waul, wave, wawl, wean, wear, weed, ween, weep, weet, weld, well, welt, wend, went, wept, were, wert(archaic), wham, whap, whet, whid(Scottish), whip, whir, whiz, whop, wick, wile, will, wilt, wind, wine, wing, wink, wipe, wire, wise, wish, wisp, wist, wite, wive, woke, wolf, wont, wood, woof, word, wore, work, worm, worn, wove, wrap, writ(archaic) (71).

x-ray (1).

yack, yank, yard, yarn, yaup, yawn, yawp, yean, yell, yelp, yerk, yeuk, yock, yoke, yowl, yo-yo(informal), yuck (17).

zero, zest, zinc, zing, zone, zonk, zoom (7).

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(yes there are 28 ITs)

[pictopye]

Ka-Pow Color!

Logo & Branding Designed For: PHS International Designed: 2014 This is one of two branding lines that I created entirely from scratch. The main feature of this line of products is the vibrant, playful colors. Due to limited budget, I knew that all photography and graphics would need to be made directly by me without the use of any stock assets. I felt that the best marriage of all these factors would be a comic book art style. I used halftones, comic-inspired typefaces, and comic-styled characters to build the brand--all in the colors of the products themselves. This brand has been rolled out across multiple pieces of collateral including display and package design; free-standing 6” cutouts and wall signage for stores & conventions; as well as advertisements placed within various industry magazines like “StorErotica”. All product photography and editing used in this brand was created by me, including the swag bag materials to draw crowds in. This line was a huge success and struggled keeping up with demand due to its popularity.

Image Set 1: Logo & Packaging Art Image Set 2: Slat Wall Header, Backdrop, & Stocked Display Shots Image Set 3: Tradeshow Graphics, Display Stand, Swag Items, Advertisement

[drthugitout]

FELL GREASER!!! AND CHILI!!! They’re so silly

Idk how I was gunna make chili more fellish- but I tried lol

Sorry my friend drew that on chilis hand ☹️🙏🏿

[johnleo19]

14 STYLES OF WINDOW TREATMENTS

Window treatments are divided into three categories:

·         Hard window treatments are made from onerous materials like wood or vinyl. Such as shades, blinds, and shutters.

·         Soft window treatments: something made from soft materials such as sheers, curtains, drapes, swags, valances, roman shades - from flat to hobbled designs.

·         A combination of each is termed a Window Treatment Manassas VA

Hard Window Treatment

Window Shutters: ventilated or fastened slats. Hooked up with hinges so that they may be opened and shut. Made from wood or plastic. Shutters are also utilized for a spread of reasons, as well as dominant the number of daylights that enter a space, to produce privacy, security, to shield against weather or unwanted intrusion or injury, and to strengthen the aesthetics of a building. The term window shutter includes each interior shutter, used on the within of a house or building, and exterior shutters, used on the skin of a structure.

 Woven Wood Shades

Woven wood shades, usually referred to as bamboo shades or stick shades, provide associate exotic, natural look and are an excellent thanks to adding a rough-textured, casual smart look to virtually any ornamentation. Plain-woven wood shades provide advanced textures, exotic reeds, grasses, woods, and complex natural colors.

  Cellular Shades

feature a singular honeycomb style that maximizes energy potency and insulates the home. Cellular shades are out there in a single cell, double cell, and triple cell. They additionally provide different levels of lightweight sunshine management from light filtering to blackout. Cell shapes within the blinds hold at bay air and make a barrier between the window surface and therefore a space that helps to stay the heat within throughout the winter. Not like window blinds that are made from onerous materials, they're made from soft paper- or cloth-like materials. Usually spun lace and secured polyester are used, however alternative materials may be used throughout the producing method.

Pleated Blinds

Made from a folded material that pulls up to sit down flat at the highest of a window to cover from sight once open. Each folded and cellular blind will have a prime Down- Bottom-up Blind An ingenious addition to the planet of windows. Offers straightforward management of light.

Venetian Blinds

Made of wood, metal, or plastic. They're suspended by strips of fabric referred to as tapes, or by cords, by that all slats in unison may be turned through nearly a hundred and eighty degrees. The slats may be turned such means that they overlap with one aspect facing inward so within the opposite direction other means wrong way such way that they overlap with the opposite aspect facing inward. Between those extremes, varying degrees of separation are also accomplished between the slats by varied rotation. Slat dimension may be between sixteen and a hundred and twenty millimeters, with twenty-five millimeters being a typical dimension.

Vertical Blinds

Unlike horizontal blinds, vertical blinds are less possible to gather dirt as a result of they stand vertically. Since they draw to the aspect instead of lifting and lowering, they operate higher on doors and windows that additionally slide from aspect to aspect. Typically, they need less muscle strength and are quicker to work. Are a wonderful resolution for covering very wide windows and for area doors also? cloth blinds are noise-reducing and can insulate from the warmth of the sun and therefore the chill of the wind. Vertical blinds are used for doorways in which publically areas to stay the heat within the space and/or in hotter climates to discourage flies and a few alternative insects from getting into the building

Shoji Panels

Used in Japanese decorating. May be used as area dividers, doors, and window coverings. These screens are made from wood or bamboo with a clear paper, that is porous and simply permits light-weight into space. It may be additionally used as folding screen free-standing furnishings. It consists of many frames or panels, that are usually connected by hinges or by alternative suggestions. It may be created in very kind of styles and with totally different forms of materials.

Panel Tracks

Sometimes referred to as window treatments . Provide an easy, versatile and classy resolution for slippery doors or image windows.

Roman Shades

Fabric that hangs flat once closed; folds horizontally into pleats once raised. Provides privacy, light-weight management, and offers insulating qualities; may be created in any cloth. Roman shades are sometimes opened with a wire mechanism, permitting the user to regulate the peak of the coated space. Many various forms of materials, from wood to cloth, maybe accustomed produce Roman shades, also as natural materials like bamboo.

Roller Shades

Roller shades additionally referred to as roll-up shades or roller blinds, are straightforward and economical thanks to adding color, vogue, and texture to any ornamentation. Created with fashionable materials and provide straightforward practicality for simple use.

Drapery

Also spoken as curtains, maybe accustomed to produce a sublime, casual, or a classy look. Could draw across the rod or stay stationary on either or each side of the window. Curtains are available in a spread of shapes, materials, sizes, colors, and patterns, and that they usually have their sections at intervals in department shops, whereas some retailers are utterly dedicated to mercantilism curtains. Curtains vary in keeping with clean-ability, actinic radiation deterioration, oil and dirt retention, noise absorption, hearth resistance, and generation. Curtains are also touched by hand, with cords, by press-button pads, or pilotless computers. Activity curtain sizes required for every window vary greatly in keeping with the sort of curtain required, window size, and sort and weight of curtain.

Sheer Curtains

A sheer or web curtain is one that's made up of clear sheer cloth. The sheerness of a material is expressed in three main characteristics very rare, very thin, barely visible. The materials which might be created clear embody gossamer, silk, fabric, or nylon. Sheer cloth comes in a very large choice of colors, except for curtains white and reminder white, like cream, winter white, eggshell, and ivory are fashionable. they're typically spoken as privacy curtains; throughout the day they permit you to ascertain from the within out while preventing folks outside from seeing directly into the house.

Café Curtains

straight curtains decorated from rings that slide on a rod. Could cowl the lower portion of the window or the whole window. it's nice once you got to enable innumerable sight into space whereas keeping lower a part of the space above table, or within the bedroom personal.

Austrian Shades

A fabric shade that's gathered in scallops once down and pulls into tighter scallops once raised. it's slightly of luxury. Maybe created out of various materials as well as sheer cloth.

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A Serene, Handcrafted Home In Byron Bay

A Serene, Handcrafted Home In Byron Bay

Homes

by Lucy Feagins, Editor

The kitchen cupboard faces in the Living Pavilion were made by Sam & Zana from one slab of blackbutt timber. The concrete slab has a helicopter finish & is oiled with a natural Livos oil. At the desk are a zigzag chair made by joiner friend Christian Moerhke, and a Lavitta chair from Great Dane. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

A window nook daybed connects the indoor living room to the outdoor living room. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Sam, Zana and baby Lumi when she was brand new! Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

The kitchen, with all joinery built by Sam & Zana from local blackbutt timber, & hoop pine plywood offcuts leftover from building the ceiling. The slatted bottom shelf above the sink works as a draining rack. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

The entry into the Living Pavilion. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Inbuilt joinery in the Living Pavilion, with artwork by Jasper Legge, and woven baskets by Zana. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

The Living Pavilion, with walls built from rammed earth using locally sourced material, and ceiling built from Australply hoop pine plywood grown and manufactured in South East Queensland. The chair is a mid-century Brazilian design by Jean Gillon and was picked up at friend Rosie Browne’s Byron Bay vintage store, Hawker. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

The outdoor living room with hardwood timber sourced from North-Eastern NSW, and floor made from columnar basalt stepping stones surrounded by river stones. The vintage metal chairs are also from Hawker. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Looking from the outdoor living room into the Sleeping Pavilion & beyond to the outdoor bathroom. The Sleeping Pavilion has an earthen floor handmade by the owners, from clay excavated from the building site, combined with sand, local sugarcane mulch and lime. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

The Sleeping Pavilion, with zigzag bedside table also made by friend Christian Moerhke, and bed linen by In Bed Store.Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

The wall niche is painted with clay excavated from the building site. Attached to the wall above are mud wasp nests which appeared there soon after the house was built. ‘Paddle-pop rocks’ were collected from a beach at Crescent Head. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

The view from bed, looking down into the native bushland of Zana’s parents’ property. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

The outdoor bathroom/laundry which looks into a lush garden encircled by a stone retaining wall built from locally sourced columnar basalt. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

The spectacular home in all its glory! Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Styling – Annie Portelli.

OK so we’ve shared a few homes from the Byron / Northern NSW area recently… but this one really has stolen our hearts! Architectural designer Zana Wright co-designed this home for her parents to live in as they get older, working alongside Alice Nivison of Fresh Prince Studio. Zana’s parents have lived on this land for the past 12 years, and a few years ago Zana came to stay in a small converted cowshed at the end of the property… and never left. Zana, Sam and Lumi are currently renting this stunning home from Zana’s parents, until they are ready to downsize and move in. Everybody wins!!

The house is designed to have a ‘minimal environmental footprint’ and is informed by the local context in a very material way. Zana explains that ‘place’ is built into the home, by utilising primarily local materials. The home is constructed from earth, stone and Australian hardwoods, all locally sourced. Zana worked with local sustainable builders Balanced Earth, who her partner Sam works for. Zana, her Dad and Sam also collaboratively built the joinery, kitchen, bathroom and earthen floors. This home is a TRUE family affair!

Through the design of this home, the family is connected to the changing cycle of the seasons, and the knowledge that a change of wind conditions mean the surf might be pumping! Zana is both romantic and realistic about the open-plan design, explaining ‘having parts of the house situated outside undercover is climatically appropriate for our subtropical bush location, however, we do still have a winter, during which I enjoy how the house forces you not to become too precious!’

When Zana talks about the home being connected to place, she means literally MADE of its surroundings! She describes the interior styling as ‘simple and honest’ with the construction materials visible in the finished design. These earthy and raw tones and textures serve as a backdrop for the family’s collection of handcrafted artworks and object – made by Zana and Sam, their family or swag of creative pals!

Zana’s favourite space is the outdoor bathroom (and only partly because it never really needs a clean!). She communicates the pure joy of standing under a hot shower in chilly winter air under the milky way overhead.

While this might all sound and look like an absolute dream, Zana flags that the build wasn’t without its difficulties. Building with local materials sounded like a sensible and relatively easy idea at the outset, but, incredibly, it wasn’t always the more convenient or cost effective option. Zana explains that counterintuitively ‘I found that using natural and recycled materials over standardised materials bought from the hardware store usually involved extra labour, which was difficult to reconcile with the budget.’

Despite from these minor setbacks, Zana and family cherish the home they’ve created here. It’s been a truly collaborative labour of love, and Zana, Sam and Lumi are fully embracing their current living arrangements, until it is time to hand over the keys to her parents!

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Great Choices in Window Treatment Options

Want to install top-quality window covering from reputed window treatment stores? Latest designer window shades and blinds can be used to enhance your home or office windows. Be it for sleeping better or highlighting your room interiors; it is necessary to install perfect window treatments that compliment your house and aesthetic appeal.

Let us check out the following ideas and window plans:

· Soft Treatments – Any soft materials when used to beautify windows are called soft window treatments. You can use curtains, drapes, sheer clothes, roman shades and swags for the windows. For an elegant finish and customisation of window spaces, it is best to go for soft window treatments.

· Hard Treatments – Factory-made treatments made from hard products like wood, plastic or vinyl are used for providing concealed and protective window covering. Hard treatments also help to control outside weather conditions from affecting your inner ambience.

· Room Requirements –You have to shop for best window treatment installers for products that actually suit your room interiors and the atmosphere. For example, if you try dark-coloured drapes in the kitchen windows, it won’t look good. Valences for kitchen windows can be an ideal choice, as it doesn’t block the natural night.

Windows can be treated with gorgeous curtains. A well-placed curtain can make the room look bigger and the window grander. You can re-design the appearance of the rooms and windows with smartly placed panels. Similarly, window blind slats can give you that extra privacy. Blinds can be easily installed. You can order custom window blinds installation, window shades or drapes for an upgraded look of your home or office spaces.

The most essential feature of window coverings is privacy. Whether you are conducting an official meeting in your office or a relaxing at your home, you need some quality private moments. Dark heavy shades and Venetian blinds offer peaceful solitude that can be adjusted and moved aside.

Nowadays you can buy Eco-friendly home improvement products that are certified for their natural qualities. Be it a quality Southwind carpet for your flooring or Green guard wood window treatments, they help in pollution control with their non-toxic and easy recyclable features. For all your floor installations and window treatments requirements, you can visit online e-stores and choose from the widest selection of environment-friendly products that also match your home or office decor.

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The Essentials Of Home Window Coverings And Also Treatments

Having difficulty making a decision which blinds and shutters to use? With such vast choices of options ranging from material, fabric, shade, size, and also equipment it can get rather frustrating and confusing to determine which curtain is best for your area. There are four basic components to take into consideration when choosing home window therapies: personal privacy, light control, function, and also design.

Personal privacy is most likely the primary reason any one of us purchase blinds and shutters near me to begin with. Its objective is, naturally, to cover the home window. There are a variety of home window therapies that are ideal for personal privacy. These consist of shades or blinds as well as non-sheer curtains and also draperies. Each home window treatment is available in a range of styles and textiles such as fabric, roller, or mobile tones, which normally use complete home window protection. Blinds such as miniature blinds, wood blinds, and also shutters likewise provide an almost exclusive environment.

Light control is likewise vital when selecting home window therapies. There are 2 things to think about when considering light control. Initially, is maintaining the glare down when somebody is sleeping throughout the day or watching TELEVISION near an intense home window. Second, is obstructing UV rays from bright sunshine, as they will often tend to fade textiles, home furnishings, and art work in your house. Home window coverings to help with light control include power outage, thermal, or shielded curtains, steel or timber blinds, all-natural blinds such as bamboo and also matchstick, and also mobile shades in non-sheer textiles.

Without the component of function, home window therapies are useless. When purchasing window therapies, make certain to take into consideration the window hardware, fit, positioning, and safety and security. There are several solutions to any kind of window therapy issue. For example, some window therapies such as valances, cornices, as well as non-closing drape side panels are designed to be stationary. To bring even more design as well as feature to these stationary treatments, add under treatments such as sheers, blinds, or tones. When installing blinds in a house with children, there is a new breakaway and also security window cable choice to prevent choking and also strangulation. You can additionally place the cords on hooks called cleats to avoid the cords from remaining in injury's way.

Ultimately, window therapies can be made use of to include shade, structure, and pattern to your space. Curtains and also draperies have options in pole styles with tab tops, tie tops, many sorts of pleats, grommets, rod pockets (big or little), or ordinary rings. Frames are hung at the top of the window and are made in many styles as well as forms. They can be utilized alone for a basic appearance or can be made use of over a rate, panel, or a tough home window treatment. Valances can be gathered, pleated, swagged, formal, informal, shoelace, or level. There are additionally a range of tones as well as blinds that can add style to your area. For instance, material tones are discovered in Roman design, pleated, balloon, level panels, or in sheers of working with fabrics. Metal mini blinds offer options weight and dimension, specialty surfaces, and also hundreds of colors. Timber blinds come in a variety of shades, finishes, and also dimensions. Mobile tones, likewise called pleated as well as honeycomb shades, have a tidy look as well as be available in both sheer and non-sheer products. All-natural blinds are likewise called matchstick or bamboo blinds, but are readily available currently in matchsticks, tailored slats, and also various other options that have an all-natural fabric-like appearance.

Whatever your choice for window therapies, you make certain to locate many choices to meet your residence's needs for personal privacy, light control, feature, and also style.

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Your Reminder That #NeverTrump Republicans Are Full Of Crap

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Every time somebody like George Conway pops up on Twitter to decry the comportment or criminality of the Trump administration, you should remember that he is full of crap. You should remember that Conway, and any Federalist Society type who tries to virtue signal by objecting to some of the things Donald Trump does are actually helping Donald Trump to do his most long-lasting damage to the country. These people are not courageous for bemoaning Donald Trump’s mean tweets. They are selfish cowards for allowing Trump and Mitch McConnell to pack the federal judiciary with arch-conservative judges for a generation.

Almost all of those judges are white. Almost all of those judges are male. Almost all of those judges would be wearing MAGA swag underneath their robes if Trump issued ties instead of hats.

Dahlia Lithwick explains:

Last week, the Trump administration put forth its first new slate of names for federal judgeships in 2019. All six were men, and apparently all six were white, although the White House declined to answer any questions about their backgrounds. Should they succeed in seating these six prospective jurists, President Donald Trump and Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell will gain the distinction of having seated only the 3,130th through 3,135th white men to be given lifetime appointments on the federal bench. Historic progress indeed. Late Tuesday, the White House also announced its intention to renominate 51 judges who did not get through the previous Congress. It seems the need to pick up the pace on seating judges is now desperate.

Tuesday was the 46th anniversary of Roe v. Wade. That ruling is ever more under direct assault in the legislatures—the U.S. Supreme Court is now poised to narrow or deny a woman’s right to choose. As Trump packs the federal courts with judges who write openly about “the moral tragedy of abortion” or refuse in written opinions to call abortion providers “doctors” because “the object of their action is not healing but killing,” his defenders continue to claim that there is nothing shocking about the fact that the president’s record-shattering 84 confirmed judges are 76 percent male and 91 percent white, per the Federal Judicial Center. (For comparison, Obama’s confirmed nominees were 58 percent male and 64 percent white.) Not renominated this week was Thomas Farr, the mastermind behind North Carolina’s racist voter suppression laws who was tapped to fill seats for which two black women nominated by Obama were blocked by Republicans. Farr would have been only the 3,130th white man to sit on the federal courts, but his nomination was killed in December by GOP Sens. Tim Scott and Jeff Flake. Had either of these women been confirmed, they would have been the first black Americans to serve in a district that is 27 percent black.

This antebellum approach to picking and promoting judges has been the multi-generational project of the Federalist Society and Trump is delivering it to them. Even better, Trump does so much other racist and sexist and plum stupid nonsense on the reg, that people have largely been thrown off the scent of the Republican attempts to stack the courts with judges who will all but read the 14th Amendment out of the Constitution.

And they know what they’re doing. George Conway knows damn well that any executive order Trump signs can be repealed by the next president. He knows that the ruinous, deficit-exploding tax cuts can be revoked by the next Congress. He knows that even if Trump’s racist Wall is built, it will be torn down, slat by slat… before Roger Stone gets out of prison.

But they know that the judges are there for life. That’s what they “get” for allowing Trump to debase the country for four to eight years: a generation of white male judges who will arrest the project of racial and gender equality for the rest of their natural lives.

Which is why they don’t say anything about it. They want to show you the tweet trolling Trump for associating with criminals. They’ve suddenly got nothing to say when Mitch McConnell has a soft “whites-only” policy for judicial nominations. They want you to see their objection when Trump claims he can grab women by the p***y. But they get angry and offended when you suggest that a man accused of attempted rape should not be on the Supreme Court.

For women and minorities, Trump is the wolf at the door. He’s barking and scratching and (rightly) taking up a lot of our immediate attention. But the Federalist Society has cut the gas line and is slowly choking us out of our own home. When they come out front to say, “Hey, somebody should do something about that wolf,” know it’s just for show. They’ve already implemented more elegant ways to end your quest for equal rights.

Mitch McConnell Is Spending the Shutdown Confirming More Trump Judges [Slate]

Elie Mystal is the Executive Editor of Above the Law and the Legal Editor for More Perfect. He can be reached @ElieNYC on Twitter, or at elie@abovethelaw.com. He will resist.