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(post ask update) Ok so i realized you made more post about greyed out than from what i saw from looking at a few tags. a general plot summery would still be nice tho.
Whew! I can try my best to explain the Grayed Out series (Or Greyed Out, since I keep changing it up here and there but there's no wrong or right way of saying it.)
Grayed Out! Or just "The Grayed Toons" is a prequel to my other side series called "Defect", which is basically a story of how a cog becomes a toonbot and tries to regain memories she lost during her younger years.
Unfortunately, I lost a HUGE chunk of page info due to my hard drive dying on me so a few pages is lost media. Defeated, I placed this comic on the back burner and worked on Grayed Out!
Grayed Out ventures into the other perspective of a faction switch out, mainly involving the Grayed Toons Kat, Ruff, and Snaps. This is lead on by a head leader named Richard Hendrick Clark, better known as Reality Check, a Boardbot Manager who wishes to turn toons into obedient peons for C.O.G.S Inc.
Grayed Out explains the practices of dubious incidents linked to Reality Check, and brings out a spur involving the character Rayne Velvetenne, who eventually turns into a Toonbot named Red in "Defect". Reality Check works as a side henchman and engineer for Robert Cyger, who he secretly despises. The Grayed Toons are Reality Check's goons who he sends out to try and push toons out of homes and playgrounds throughout their story. Most of this involves robberies, bullying, and even property damages.
With this rotten behavior persisting in the series, this brings in the Toon Resistance Force involved to discover the dark side of C.O.G.S Inc.
Furthermore, Grayed Out is also a big metaphor over how modern childhood things are being "soiled" and making it difficult for kids to be kids. In a way, this plays a role of how society "force ages" the mental states of kids in today's modern world. This involves exposing vulgar themes, condoning the normalization of drugs and other forms of violence being casually placed in media without monetization, and child neglect. It's a whole shtick I've spit-balled into the series, which will be a consistent role in the story in terms of metaphors.
I hope to persist on the story for as long as I can! I just pray I don't lose a good chunk of stuff like I did with Defect. At least we get to see Ciao AI in "Defect".
#my art#toontown corporate clash#toontown#ocs#asks#anon#reality check#red velvetenne#kat skratch#ruff#snaps howl#grayed out!#long post#THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO ELABORATE THIS AT SOME POINT I needed to honestly
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choso with tongue piercing? >_<
hngh i need his tongue inside me :(
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Bestfriend!Choso X Reader :3
contains: fem reader, teasing, dirty talk, exhibitionism (they're in a car), sexual tension, oral (r!receiving), Choso’s first time giving head, slight jealousy, whipped!Choso & reader, first time receiving, reader has a bad track record w/ guys, mentions of bj, so soft & sweet
MDNI
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"Holy fuck." You swallowed hard at the view in front of you. "My brother convinced me to get it done when he got some of his piercings, said it could be a bonding experience," Choso explained, putting his tongue decorated with the little silver ball back into his mouth. "Did it hurt?" You asked, your mind still reeling that he had hidden a tongue piercing from you for all these years.
"It wasn't horrible, I'm pretty good with pain. I don't really see the point in having it pierced though." He started to explain, "No one ever sees it, even I forget it's there sometimes." Choso finished. You just smiled and nodded, pretending to listen as he kept talking about his experience getting pierced.
You had already thought of 400 scenarios in which you would let choso put his tongue (and piercing) to work on your body, so the pain he went to to get the pretty jewelry wouldnt be in vain. One particular scenario stood out in your head of him tongue fucking you, feeling the metal against your clit and- "You okay?" Choso's voice rang in your ears.
"Huh?" You said, pulling yourself from your daydream. "I asked if you would ever get your tongue pierced and you just froze up." He explained, scrunching his eyebrows together. "Oh! Oh right! I uh, I'm pretty squeamish around needles so thinking about it makes me a little... nervous" You lied through your teeth, thanking the universe that he seemed to believe it.
For the rest of the day the two of you spent together, the only thing you could focus on was his piercing. Unbeknownst to you, he had caught you several times. Choso had purposely run his tongue over his lips to wet them, every so often, just to see your breath hitch when you got a glimpse of the silver.
As he was driving the two of you back to his house for a nightcap, some relaxing song playing in the background, you spoke up through the silence, "Thanks for today Choso! I know the night isn't over yet but the museum you took us to was so much fun, we have to go to the cafe inside next time!" you exclaimed. He turned his head away from the road to look at you, before returning his gaze on the dark street.
"I'm surprised you remembered there was a cafe." He said, a hint of teasing, and snarkiness hiding in his voice. "Huh?" You voiced, tilting your head at him in confusion. "You seemed out of it today." He elaborated, "Is there something going on?" He asked, keeping his voice and face fairly monotone. His question caught you off guard, had you really been acting that weird all day? So much so that he picked up on it? Oh god.
"No! No, I'm just a little tired today, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be weird." You forced out a laugh, once again coming up with a quick and hopefully believable lie. Unluckily for you, Choso saw right through it. "Are you sure? Because you were acting fine until I showed you my piercing." He said, hitting the nail right on the head.
You froze, not expecting him to be able to pinpoint the exact moment in the day you started behaving strangely, why was he so damn observant? "Oh.. really?" You said, no bullshit lies or excuses coming to your tongue, so you tried to laugh it off instead, saying something about a coincidence. "Did me sharing that make you uncomfortable?" He said, making you immediately reassure him that was absolutely not the case.
He turned the car onto your street, driving slowly down the dark path and towards your house. The two of you have been friends for the longest time, spending practically every second together any chance you got, so of course he knew the way to your house like the back of his hand.
"Oh my god no! No choso, really it's.. it's nothing.." You panicked slightly, not wanting him to feel bad for you being a perv and not being able to control yourself over a piercing. You sighed heavily, scrunching your face up as you seriously contemplated telling him what was really going on with you today.
No matter what you did you couldn't stop imagining your oblivious best friend's tongue between your legs, flicking your clit with his tongue and teasing the bud with the cold metal. You wanted to feel guilty you really did, but the vision was too delicious to feel any remorse.
"Does it turn you on?" He asked, pulling into your driveway and putting the car into part before he unbuckled himself and turned his body to face you. The expression on his face was unreadable, which made you nervous. Your face was heating up, and your mouth dropped open and closed like a fish out of water, trying to think of a response as your brain processed his unexpected words. You really didn't want your long-term secret crush on your best friend to be exposed like this.
"The piercing, does it turn you on?" He asked again, rephrasing his question. Oh god.. he was going to call you a perv and kick you out of the car, leaving you cold and alone in your own driveway if you said yes right? He would definitely think you were weird, who thinks about their best friend in that way?
You opted to shut your mouth, as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and nodded as softly as you could, unsure of your own actions. He looked past you, scanning the outside around the two of you to make sure there were no witnesses before he spoke his next words. "Wanna find out why I actually got this piercing?" He asked, making your face turn a dark shade of crimson as you whispered out a needy, "Please.."
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"Fuck- Ohmygod right there Choso- Fuck!" Your hands dug into his soft strands of hair as he ate you out like a man starved. He had you on your back in the backseat of the car, legs splayed out for him as he laid between them, feasting on your cunt. He flattened his tongue out against your clit, making sure the ball of the piercing was kissing the little bud before he shook his head back and forth, stimulating your clit against it.
It had happened so fast, he had leaned forward and pressed your lips together, asking if this was okay before he unbuckled your seatbelt while you were distracted, and somehow the two of you had ended up in the backseat. You weren't sure why he didn't just drag you inside but you couldn't lie that the thrill of doing something like this in the car was exciting.
Choso scissored his fingers in and out of you, abusing your g-spot with the pads of his digits as they curled up against it. His tongue was working you over so well, he drew his name over and over on your clit, occasionally sucking it into his warm mouth and humming around it, sending delicious vibrations through your cunt.
Choso had never told you about any of his sexual conquests, so you werent really sure what to expect in terms of how well he would do when he said he was going to eat you out. Now you were begining to think he had a side job as a porn star or something because his technique was unreal.
"H-how are you so fucking g-good mph!" You cut yourself off with a whine when he suckled your clit particularly hard, making your body jolt against him. Truthfully, Choso had never eaten anyone out before, but he most definitely had watched porn and practiced on his hand for the day he got the courage to ask you out.
He wasn't expecting the opportunity to fall into his lap this easily, so when he saw your eyes light up at his piercing, he internally thanked the gods that you caught a glimpse of it in the sun, which led to him revealing the jewelry to you.
Choso always paid the utmost attention to you, without you even knowing it. He knew what you liked and disliked, he even so much as knew every detail about your tone and facial expressions to make sure you were constantly pleased and comfortable, he always wanted the best for you after all.
He watched how people would break your heart and toss you aside like you were nothing, it alwasy made him furious. They were absolute idiots to give you up, he hated seeing you sad over some unemployed nobody who never really cared about you from the start. Althogh he hated them, he couldnt help but feel a little grateful for them. If it werent for them taking you for granted, you might be in a relationship still, and the two of you wouldnt be in his backseat right now.
Choso moaned against your core when your hands tightened in his hair, rolling his eyes at the feeling of your nails digging into his scalp. "Does it feel good?" He said back, knowing damn well your answer. "Yes, yes Choso, fuck!" You moaned, dropping your chin to watch him work between your thighs.
He was already looking at you when your eyes locked with his. His eyebrows scrunched together upon feeling your gaze, keeping his dark eyes on yours as he ate you out with more vigor, drinking in your body’s every reaction to his tongue. The vibrations from his deep groans were going to push you over the edge. "Choso- Choso I'm close," You whined, fighting your eyes from rolling back in your head so you could keep your eyes on his and watch him do his thing.
He was so unbelievably handsome like this, the streetlights casting beautiful shadows on his face, and his expression was so needy it made your heart skip a beat. The way his eyebrows mimicked your expressions whenever he did something that felt particularly good, was so hot, he was so attentive.
The man between your legs was feeling drunk. This was something he only dreamed of and it was actually happening. He felt like his cock was going to burst from just tasting you alone, but he would gladly make home between your thighs forever. "Please," He begged from between your legs, scrunching his eyebrows together as he ate you out with more vigor.
He released his fingers from your tight hole and opted to replace them with his tongue, pressing his face as tightly against you as he could to make sure his tongue was fucking inside you as deep as possible, making sure to lick his tongue upwards against your walls so you could feel his piercing inside you. His fingers came to rub little circles on your clit with expert precision, making your legs start to shake.
You dug your nails against his scalp as you humped your hips against his face, hearing his muffled moans encourage you from between your thighs. "Ohmygod Choso! I-I'm cumming-" You wined before you felt the knot start to unravel. Choso swore he almost came in his pants at how sensually you cried out his name, mentally recording it for later.
He kept up his ministrations on your pussy, drinking up everything you gave him as you came hard on his face, squishing his soft cheeks between your thighs. He was mesmerized as he watched your body shake and curl in on itself, he stared at your mouth as it dropped open and spilled out profanities and whines of his name, broken on your tongue. When your back relaxed against the seat of the car once more he slowed his fingers on your clit, careful to not overstimulate you.
"Holy f-fuck Choso." You whispered, leaving your hands in his hair and running them through your own, wiping the sweat from your forehead. You took a quick look around in the post haze of your orgasm and noticed how foggy the windows were, so much for trying not to be obvious; anyone with half a brain would know what was going on if they walked past your car.
After he made sure he licked you clean, he pulled his face back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, raising his body to sit comfortably on the seat as his other large hand came to caress your thigh soothingly. "Was that okay?" He asked, looking at you like a puppy.
"Okay?" You repeated, astonished he was asking as if he didn't just witness how hard you came, "I'm pretty sure that was the best orgasm I've ever had in my life." You laughed, making him smile at your words as your hand came down on top of his while he was petting your thigh. "Thank felt so good Choso, thank you." You said blushing as you closed your legs, noticing how exposed you were in comparison to him.
Of course, he picked up on this, he reached over to pick up your previously discarded panties from the floor of the car, wiping them off before he handed them, alone with your pants, to you. You said your thanks to him and he nodded shyly, a stark difference to how he was acting moments ago. It wasn't till you were almost finished getting dressed again when you noticed his massive boner. How did you not see it before? You felt so bad for letting him sit like that for god knows how long.
"Choso, you're hard." You said, stating the obvious. The man blushed and pulled his t-shirt over his hard-on to cover it. "Let me take care of it for you." You offered, leaning your body over his and placing your hands on his toned thighs, "I-Its okay-" His warm hands came down to grab your forearms, stopping you. "What? Really? It doesn't look okay," You giggled, looking up between your lashes at him.
Of course, he wanted you to get him off, that sounded perfect, but he needed to properly take care of you first. Your legs were still trembling and you were still out of breath, on top of that he could tell you were tired; that orgasm had taken a lot out of you, so he could wait. "Don't worry about me, I'll go down." He assured, rubbing his hands on your wrists soothingly and making you hum. "I still need to clean you up and make sure you're okay." He finished, making you blush. No man has ever said that to you before, and no man has ever eaten you out before tonight either but you wouldn't tell Choso that right now.
Truthfully, you were feeling tired, and the prospect of Choso cleaning you up didnt sound half bad right now, "Are you sure? It really wont take long." You offered one last time. He smiled and pushed your arms off of his thighs so he could leave the car, "Im sure, some other time." He said boldly, making you nod silently as he opened the car door and stepped out.
You started to do the same but his voice stopped you in your tracks, "Don't move." He ordered, so you didn't. It didn't take long after he shut his own door that he was opening yours, Choso now standing in front of you as he leaned inside the car and scooped you into his arms, making you giggle as he slammed the door behind him. "Choso! I can walk." You laughed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he held you in a princess carry.
"Don't wanna take any chances, your legs are still trembling pretty hard." He said, making you blush and want to hide away at his exposing words. "I think you're the sweetest man I'll ever know." You said to him, smiling at his blushing face as he quickly avoided his eyes with yours. He moved his hand to effortlessly type in your door code as he brought the both of you inside, away from the chilly air.
I better be, he wanted to say, but opted to only acknowledge your words with a hum as the front door clicked shut behind the both of you.
#i have a toothache this is too sweet#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#choso x you#choso smut#choso x y/n#choso fluff#choso kamo#kamo choso#choso x reader#jujutsu kaisen choso#jjk choso#choso#choso my beloved#choso x female reader#choso supremacy#choso smau#jjk smau#jujutsu smut#jujutsu kaisen#gojo smut
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Tangerine x stripper fem!reader
Mini-series summary: When Tangerine opened an underground strip-club to cover for his murder-for-hire business operation, he wasn't expecting to become so easily distracted by one girl in particular.
Chapter summary: Tension only intensifies after Tangerine's proposal and you and him grow much closer... (5k)
Warnings: SMUT (mdni), mentions of sex w*rk and slut shaming, pinv, insecure!reader, passionate sex, dom!tangerine and sub!reader undertones, praise, oral sex (f receiving), reader is kinda traumatized but tan is very sweet to her.
credit : my love @little-miss-dilf-lover 🤍
BAD FOR BUSINESS MASTERLIST
"She did what?" Lemon asks, his arms crossed, as he watches his brother finish counting the cash he always hands out on Sunday.
Tangerine doesn't look up, rounding up the envelopes quickly as he puts the cash inside. "She kissed my cheek," he says and sits up, running a hand in his hair. He looks exhausted.
Lemon smirks, sounding scandalized. "And you're only telling me this now? Is this why she's been hovering around you since Monday?"
"I don't know, Lem," Tangerine sighs.
"Well, aren't ya gonna elaborate on why she kissed you?"
"Kissed my cheek," Tangerine groans, shutting his eyes as he drops his head into his hands, "And I don't know why, I guess just because I drove her home. As a thank you, I suppose. Not a big deal, really—I don't know why I even mentioned it—"
"Bullshit," Lemon sing-songs. "You're dancing around your feelings, as ya always do. You mentioned it because you want me to validate them, as per-fuckin-usual! To spell it out for you, as one says, as I have always fuckin' done. "
"My feelings—or yours— aren't what's important here. It's hers and I don't know what she's feeling or thinking," Tangerine says and stands, taking the envelopes in his hand. "And anyway, I'm her boss. It's an abuse of power, innit?"
Lemon pauses for a moment and then shrugs, "Who cares if she has feelings for you too?"
Tangerine narrows his eyes, very unsure, "I care. It still sounds scummy," he says and then hands Lemon the envelopes. "Drop these in the mailbox would ya?" He pauses and then he takes back the one with your name scribbled on the front. "Could you tell Y/n to come up here? I need to tell her something."
Lemon sends him a knowing look and a smile curls his lips.
"Not like that," Tangerine deadpans, clearly unamused as he fiddles with the envelop anxiously, "She needs more money and she wants more shifts. I don't want that for her, you know she doesn't deserve that, not after what happened, so I'm just gonna give her a little extra cash—"
Lemon's smile fades instantly. He looks at his brother with concern, "Mate, Leo won't like that—you really should be careful with—"
Tangerine cuts him off, his expression serious. "I can handle Leo, Lemon, will you please just ask 'er to come up here?"
Lemon doesn't seem convinced but he nods. Tangerine looks down, gripping his desk and he collapses onto his chair again, holding his head in his hands. Why does Lemon have to question him all the fuckin' time? His jaw tenses, trying to shake the thought that his brother could have a point.
He's lost in his thoughts when he hears your sneakers squeak up the stairs and then a knock on his office door. Instantly, he stands, trying to hide his smile as he calls out, "Come in, darlin'." When you do and he sees you, you're dressed in a blue dress that ends mid-thigh, a jacket, and laced-knee-high white socks. You really do look like anyone's wet dream, even when you aren't trying. Tangerine's cheeks burn and he represses the feeling.
"Hi," you say, walking up to him.
Since the night he'd driven you home, you'd been less on edge with him. You've both had longer conversations and more stolen glances than you've ever had. Hell, he's even been spending some of your breaks with you. And he knows using the smoking excuse won't last forever.
He knows it and so do you, but neither of you mention it.
"Hi," Tangerine says. He leans against his desk, his eyes roaming over you. His thumb swipes over the envelope and he clears his head, handing it to you, "Here's your pay."
You look confused when you take it. Usually, he just puts those in the common mailbox. He has never handed one out personally. "Oh, thanks," you say and smile up at him. You open the bag that's hanging from your shoulder and tuck the envelope inside.
Tangerine's eyebrows crease and he walks behind his desk again, looking for something in the drawer.
You watch him curiously. "Tan, are you okay?"
The nickname rolls off your tongue easily and an involuntary shiver runs up his spine. He almost regrets telling you you can call him that, if only because it makes him lose his mind just a little more than he usually does when he's around you.
Tangerine pauses as he thinks for a moment. He looks up, his expression still neutral as he walks back over and hands you a wad of bills. Your heart thumps as you take the money, even more confused. You flick your thumb over the paper, approximately counting how much it is.
"What is this?" you ask, realizing there is almost four times the amount you make in a night in your hands.
"A bonus," Tangerine says calmly as if this is nothing. "You said you're tryin' to save up for school and I don' want you workin' here any more than ya have to." He looks away, straightening himself. If he looks at you any longer, he'll break. "It's really nothin'," he adds.
"Nothing? This is a lot of money," you whisper, pushing the bills out to him again, "I can't accept this for no reason."
Tangerine looks down at you, his eyes darkening a little as he shakes his head. His hands clasp around your wrists, his skin cold against yours, as he pushes your hands into your chest again. "You can."
"No, I- I really can't," you squeak, a little panicked. You don't know what this means. If this is really unconditional or if it will somehow bite you back in the ass. You trust him, sure, but he is still a man. You look down at the cash and then up into his eyes, your cheeks feeling unbearably warm. "D-do you want something in return?"
You're unsure about the question, but it wouldn't be the first time someone who is your boss has asked you for some extra services.
Tangerine's cheeks immediately turn crimson and he drops your hands as if you'd burned him. "No!" he says hoarsely like he can't believe you'd even ask him that. "Bloody hell, no. That is not what I want!" He sounds almost scandalized and you panic.
"Sorry! I assumed—"
"Well, don't! God, angel, you deserve so much better than that," Tangerine says breathlessly as if the words escape him in a rush. You pause, staring up at him as he says this, and those familiar butterflies you only feel when he's around burst in your stomach.
He always speaks so softly when you're around, always calling you darling or angel—it's seriously beginning to mess with your brain.
"Just, take the money, please," Tangerine insists, "no strings attached."
You nod, adding the cash to your bag without another word. You pause and look up at him. You want to ask why he's doing this? What makes you so special? But instead, you ask something else;
"What do I deserve?"
Tangerine is a little taken aback by the question, his body going taut as he stares at you. "Pardon?"
Your chest tightens as you walk closer to him. You have no clue what you're doing. Men are usually so easy to read, so easy to seduce, and so very easy to fool.
With one look, you can have them wrapped around your little finger. But with Tangerine, it's completely new. You have no clue what works with him or what you even want from him. All you know is, you've never felt like this with anyone. Tangerine backs up. He inhales, clutching the edge of the desk as his breath hitches and his gaze stays on yours.
"You said I deserve better," you whisper, dropping your bag to the ground. As if on cue, the lights from the lounge suddenly dim and you realize everyone else has gone home for the night. What are you even doing? You pause in front of him, your chest rising and falling as you lift your hand to press your palm on his chest.
"What is better?"
Tangerine looks at you. His eyes are dark. He's not a stupid man. He knows what you're doing. He knows what you want. He just doesn't know if you even understand exactly what it is you're asking of him.
He's not used to feeling powerless so he stands up straighter and cups your jaw with his hand. He's still gentle with you; his fingers touching your skin reverently and loosening when you gasp in surprise.
"Why do ya do this?" He counters, his voice raspy. He pushes his body even closer to yours until he's so close he can smell you and fuck, you smell divine.
"Do what?" you ask.
Tangerine tilts his head, smirking, "You know what," he whispers and leans down so his lips hover near the shell of your ear, "Entertain men for money—bring them into that filthy little room," he pulls his head away a moment and glances towards the glass where he has an easy view of the door to one of the club's sex rooms, "and drain their fuckin' pockets. Hm?"
Your stomach flips and your skin feels burning hot. Is he making fun of you? You try to shift your face from his hold but Tangerine doesn't let you. He looks at you and reads you like a book. "'M not making fun of you or calling you a slut, angel. I don't think you are one, you know that. Which is why I'm confused. I'm real fuckin' confused about why the sweetest and the smartest girl I've ever met hides behind some string of lingerie and flirty touches. Ya need validation that badly?"
You frown, his words hurting a little. But, you've started this so you have to take it from him. You can. You've taken much worse from men. You look into his eyes and keep your voice level. "You have no damn clue about my life, Tangerine, so you should stop assuming you know me."
He frowns. "Yeah, you're right. I don't know a damn thing about your life," he pauses, searching your face. His mind is spinning and his gaze drifts to your lips. "But I want to." He isn't lying. He does want to know and some primal part of him wants to help. He wants to provide for you, and take you far far away from this life.
It's not safe and you deserve so much more.
"Let me guess, you want to 'take care' of me?" You say behind a mocking voice, your face still in his hand. "You're not the first man who's said that to me."
Tangerine's frown deepens and he strokes his thumb over your cheek. "Well, I know damn well I'm the first one who fuckin' means it," he growls, and the pull he's been feeling finally works because he's leaning in and kissing you.
You're a little surprised but you wrap your arms around his neck, pushing yourself up against him as you return the kiss.
He's kissing you passionately, his hands sliding down your cheeks and sides until he's gripping your hips. You've kissed many men but none have felt like this. It feels both overwhelming and wonderful. You run your hands in his hair, pulling on his curls.
Tangerine spins you around, sitting you on his desk as he continues to kiss you. He's well aware this is very much fucked, but he can't help himself. The sounds you make against his lips are making him lose his mind. He cups your cheeks again, kissing along your jaw gently. The kisses last until he feels your hand slide down his torso to the zipper of his trousers and he hisses, disconnecting his lips from your skin.
He stops your hand, fingers curling around your wrist, and you gasp, eyes shooting open. "I'm so sorry," you whisper, your voice small. Tangerine pauses as he calms his breathing. He looks into your eyes, his gaze softening as he shakes his head.
"You don't need to do that," is all he says as you drop your hand back to your lap.
"But I do want to," you interject. Tangerine just shakes his head, caressing your cheek.
"No, angel, I can't," he tries to explain.
"Is it because you think I'm dirty?"
Tangerine frowns, looking at you seriously now. "What?"
"Because I've been with other men—because you must think I'm easy—" you say, your voice shaky, "I- I'm not. I haven't had sex for money in a while, I promise I don't do it anymore and—and I was always safe. Please– I'm not dirty—"
Tangerine can hear your panic and he tightens his hold on your face, gently shushing you. "Angel, I don't think you're dirty. I know ya take precautions. I know how this industry works, remember? I fuckin' own the place," he says with some disdain and then sighs, "which is exactly the problem. Kissing you was already a boundary I shouldn't have crossed. I'm your boss. I'm supposed to be better than this."
You look at him, relaxing a little as you begin to understand. "Tangerine, I don't care. No one has to know."
He frowns, sending you a warning look.
"I'm serious," you say and play with his tie a little, squeezing your thighs. His kisses have turned you on and now he wants to pretend it never happened?
No fucking way.
"I won't tell anyone. Please, I want you. Show me what I deserve," you whisper, pulling him closer so he's leaning over you as you kiss along his jaw.
Tangerine groans, his eyes closing as he enjoys the sensation of your lips. He's slowly losing control. This feels so right and he desperately wants to show you how a man is supposed to touch you. How he's supposed to love and care for you. His hands grip your hips, pressing his nose in your hair as he inhales.
"Fuck, angel, you're gonna be the death of me," he whispers, his resolve finally breaking. Still, he pulls away and lifts you onto your feet. "But, not here. I'm taking you home, if you'd like," Tangerine questions and you nod, your heart pounding. He smiles and takes your hand, squeezing it to reassure you as he picks up your bag and guides you towards the door.
During the drive to his apartment, the tension is palpable. You shift in your seat, your cheeks warm, hooking your fingers under your panties as you pull them down your legs. You bite your lip, hearing the small inhale from Tangerine as his hands clench around the steering wheel. He's desperately trying to stay focused on the road.
You look at him, smiling, as you wrap your panties around the gear shift of his car. The faint, delicate, smell of your arousal fills the air and Tangerine curses underneath his breath.
"You naughty fuckin' girl," he mutters in your ear as soon you arrive in his apartment, his large hands palming your waist. He kisses you up against the wall of his living room for a moment until he swiftly hoists you up into his arms, your legs wrapped around his torso and he walks you to his bedroom. "'M gonna have to teach ya a lesson, hmm."
You expect something rough and dirty. You're used to rough and dirty. But, with Tangerine it's different. It's always different. When he lays you on the mattress and slowly kisses every inch of your kiss as he undresses you, your head spins. No one you've ever been with has been this slow and gentle. He's touching you like he's worshiping you and can't help but feel a little self-conscious when he finally has you naked. You lift your arms to cover your chest.
"Tsk, none of that," Tangerine scolds as he lifts his head from where he was kissing your stomach and takes your wrists in his hands, pushing them away so he can admire you. "Fuck, you're the prettiest girl I have ever seen."
You turn your head, hiding a moan in his pillow. He'll deal with that later, he thinks, as he looks down at your bare pussy. "Can ya open your legs for me, my angel? Can I make you feel good? Is that okay?"
Your head is spinning and you nod, parting your legs. Tangerine pushes your thighs up and apart, kissing your inner thigh. He sucks some hickies for good measure as you moan, your hands fisting in his silk sheets.
"Oh, T-Tan," you whisper when you feel his breath hit your clit, your legs trembling.
"I'm gonna take such good care of you," he whispers hoarsely and kisses your pussy, attaching his mouth to your clit. He takes his time with you, kissing and sucking. He listens to your cues, adjusting his position as much as you need him to. His mustache tickles your skin and you're a moaning mess.
You keep hiding the sounds you make out of embarrassment, either turning your head or biting your lip, and he's not having it. After tasting you, he climbs up over you and captures your lips in his.
He wants you to taste yourself on his lips. You arch your back, unclenching your hands from the sheets as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Tangerine's hand slides up your inner thigh as he slides his fingers up and down over your slit, occasionally teasing your entrance. "Can I?" He asks for permission and when you nod, he pushes one finger into you.
You gasp, your mind going hazy. "I- I want to make you feel g-good," you whimper, your eyes teary as you try to keep them open and keep being good for him.
You're usually so good at this. At sex. You're so good at being exactly what the man wants you to be but Tangerine doesn't seem to want anything for himself and it's confusing and all you can do is let him lead you. He smiles, kissing your cheeks.
"You already are," he whispers, adding another finger as he opens you up for him. There is no way in hell you're giving him head, not when he guesses that's how you've had to pleasure the men that come into his lounge. He shivers with disgust.
This is for you and he can enjoy himself without forcing his dick down your poor throat.
He continues whispering sweet nothings in your ear as your nails drag along his back. Once you're wet enough and he's lost most of his clothing and slid on a condom he keeps in his dresser drawer, he presses his cock against your pussy.
Your small wanton moans are music to his ears and he's definitely enjoying himself as he slowly pushes into you, keeping his gaze on yours for any sign of reluctance or discomfort. He's taking his time with you, wanting to memorize every position he has you in as he tells you he wants to hear you.
"D-do you want me on top?" you suddenly ask out of habit, still determined to please him. Tangerine shakes his head, keeping his arm behind your head as he caresses your hair. He's balls deep inside you now, the sound of flesh against flesh ringing in your ears, and your voice is breathless. Your head hits the pillows with every thrust he makes as you struggle to keep your eyes on him.
"No," he says sternly, "Just keep your eyes on me. There, good girl. Enjoy yourself," his voice is thick and raspy. He keeps a steady rhythm, teasing you and watching you fall apart. The sound of the city from outside becomes white noise and Tangerine isn't sure how long he's been fucking you but the sky is slowly becoming lighter.
"Tan," you whimper as you pull him closer, shutting your eyes as his forehead rests on yours. "'M close," you tell him, wrapping one leg around his hip as you bury your face in his neck, you keep suppressing your moans even when he's told you he wants to hear you.
"You can come but I want to hear you, angel," Tangerine groans, feeling close himself. "Can you do that for me?"
You whimper, catching his gaze as you nod. You arch up into him, breasts pressed to his chest as you moan. You barely even recognize yourself. You're so used to the fake moans that the real ones sound so foreign.
"Fuck me," Tangerine curses, holding you close as one of his hands grips the headboard tightly. The sound of his bed creaking and hitting the wall fills his ears. He can feel you clench around him, moaning as you finish, which triggers his own release and he squeezes his eyes shut.
Your hands relax on his back, your moans subsiding as your chest heaves. Suddenly, everything is silent and he's not sure what to do. He doesn't want to scare you and he himself has never really had sex with anyone he cared about as much as he does you. This is all new and he feels like if he makes a mistake, he could lose you forever.
"You okay?" he whispers, his voice shaky.
You nod and he pulls out, pulling off the condom and quickly leaning over his bed to discard it in the trash not far from his bed. When he pulls himself back up, he adjusts the blanket so it covers himself. You do the same, sitting up and pulling as much of the blanket over you as you can.
Neither of you speaks for a moment. You're both simply staring at each other. You can't believe you just had sex with your boss and what might be worse is that you don't regret it. You know you should, but you don't. You can't bring yourself to.
"Can I get you anything? Water?"
You shake your head, swinging your legs over the side of the bed as you stand. Tangerine hands you his shirt he'd thrown beside the bed and you wrap it around yourself. "'M just gonna pee," you whisper.
You don't wait for an answer as you walk past him. You wander to the bathroom you'd seen in the hall. As you button up the shirt, you have a strange feeling someone is watching you so you look up.
You let out a sharp scream when you see Lemon standing in the hallway, clearly half-asleep. Hearing your scream he jumps and screams too and rubs his eyes.
You hear stumbling and then Tangerine, only wearing his boxers now, practically throws himself past the doorway. He slides next to you, pushing you behind him on instinct. He's on edge until he sees it's just his brother and his shoulders relax. You finish up the buttons of the shirt, your cheeks burning hot as you are unable to speak or ask the questions you so desperately want to ask.
"Well, this is a lovely surprise," Lemon sighs, rubbing his eyes as he yawns. "Ya both know it's almost 5 am, yeah?"
"Yes, thank you," Tangerine retorts, his voice strained as he glares at Lemon, "You can go back to sleep now."
Lemon smirks, his eyes locking with yours. "Hi, Angel," he waves with a smirk.
Embarrassment washes over you.
You like Lemon, you've always liked Lemon. He was one of your favorite bodyguards. He always made you and the other girls laugh when situations became tense. You had no clue he lived with Tangerine.
"Piss off," Tangerine hisses in a whisper you can clearly hear and Lemon raises his hand in surrender, using the bathroom first. Once the door shuts, Tangerine turns to you and you look completely mortified. "Hey, it's okay, he's my brother," he explains.
"Your brother?" you whisper back, a little frazzled now.
Tangerine nods, his hand tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear on instinct as he caresses your cheek. Thankfully, you don't flinch away from him as you're comforted by his touch. "Yeah, he's harmless."
You shake your head, moving past the brother's information to something more important. "Tan, he probably thinks you paid me! Oh god, this is horrible!" you whisper-shout, lowering your head in your hands. "He's gonna think I'm a whore and then he's gonna tell everyone at the club a-and–"
"Woah, darlin', shhh," Tangerine grips your shoulders, his voice still low so Lemon doesn't hear the conversation through the bathroom. "He definitely won't think that, okay? Trust me. And anyway, Lem isn't a gossip. He won't tell a soul."
"Ya, he's right, I ain't a snitch. My lips are sealed," Lemon interrupts, leaning against the bathroom door, zipping his mouth shut with an invisible zipper and Tangerine straightens up, turning back around to look at his brother.
Tangerine sends Lemon a don't scare her look and Lemon smirks. He looks at you and his gaze softens. "You better invite yer bird for breakfast, T." That is all Lemon says before he disappears back into his room down the hall.
And so, an hour later, after neither you nor Tangerine could fall asleep, you're sitting at the small dining room table. Lemon is nursing a cup of warm tea while Tangerine butters up his toast. The air feels thick as you pick at the crumbs of your own, slightly burnt, toast, staring at the pink and yellow-checkered tablecloth on their living room table.
"It was our mums'," Lemon pipes up, watching you. "It's quite cheesy. Tangerine hates it."
"I don't hate it. It was mums'," Tangerine interrupts, glaring at Lemon for a second but then his gaze returns to you and he clears his throat. You look up, smiling. Something in your chest flutters and you want to know more about them.
Lemon reads your mind. "Our foster mum was a gem," he says and looks at Tangerine and the latter nods, still quiet. He doesn't add on to the conversation and you don't want to pry. There is a sadness about Tangerine when Lemon speaks of their mum.
"My mum was a real piece of shit," you interrupt, unsure how to add to the conversation. You pause, chewing on the inside of your cheek for a moment. It probably wasn't the best segment considering both of them are looking at you with confusion. You take a mouthful of your toast, feeling a little embarrassed.
"So, why'd you become a stripper?"
Tangerine frowns, jabbing his elbow into Lemon's side as he hisses; "What is wrong with you?!"
You laugh, shaking your head, "It's okay, it's just a question." You drop your toast, avoiding their gazes. "It was to save up money for uni, and now well, to keep up with the cost—" your laugh becomes dry, "and it's harder to leave this business than it is to start."
Tangerine is quiet and his stomach twists. He feels an immense guilt as you talk.
"What are you studying?" Lemon asks, beating his brother to the question.
"Criminology," you say, sipping your drink, "I want to go into law."
Both Lemon and Tangerine sneak a glance you don't see and the conversation continues to flow. Lemon clears his throat and makes a joke while Tangerine remains quiet as he watches you finish your food. He likes watching you laugh with Lemon, he'll take any opportunity to see your smile.
He glances at the clock, secretly praying the hand stops so he can spend more time with you but once you see the time, you're excusing yourself.
"At least let the bastard drive you home," Lemon eventually calls from the sink as he finishes the few dishes, and Tangerine hands you your jacket as you stand in the entrance. "Tis the least he can do after shagging you."
"Lemon!" Tangerine hisses angrily.
"My mouth is shut, I remember!"
You laugh again, smiling at their banter. "I won't say no to that," you quip with a smile and Tangerine's shoulders relax.
Once you're both in his car again, he glances down and sees your panties on his gear shift. A deep blush settles on his cheeks. "You can keep them," you say nonchalantly, not seeming bothered by your missing undergarment "as a souvenir." You wink. You're clearly joking.
Tangerine pauses, hesitating, and then takes the panties stuffs them in his pocket and clears his throat.
"I didn't know you and Lemon were brothers," you say, looking out the window for a second before he starts the car, "You never talk at work."
Tangerine nods, keeping his eyes on the road. "We do, sometimes, but we mostly keep it hushed. It usually isn't good to mix family and business, but we make it work."
You nod, smiling. "I understand. I think it's wonderful how close you are."
"Thank you," Tangerine says and looks at you from the corner of his eye, smiling too. Without another word, you lean over and kiss him. It's quick, your lips gliding over his as your hand touches his cheek. Tangerine hums against the kiss as you pull away and his eyes open to look into yours.
"Is this okay?" you ask softly.
Tangerine's head screams at him that no, this is indeed not okay, that this is dangerous and you should be as far away from him as possible, but his heart yearns for you and for once in his life, he doesn't want to ignore his heart.
He nods, kissing you again as he leans his forehead on yours. "Yeah, this is okay. More than okay."
You smile, squeezing his hand. You feel like nothing could ruin this moment.
Suddenly, Tangerine's phone rings in the center console and he picks it up. The caller ID reads Leo and his jaw tenses. You settle in your seat, looking at him curiously. "Who is it?" you ask innocently, catching on to Tangerine's sour expression.
Tangerine turns off his phone and stuffs it in his pocket.
"No one. No one you need to worry about," he says, focusing on the road as he starts the car.
You hum, not wanting to pry but you can't shake the weird feeling bubbles in your stomach.
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Cozy Secrets || Bucky Barnes
Character: Spy!Bucky x Roommate!Reader
Summary: Y/N discovers her seemingly perfect roommate, Bucky, is a spy.
Chp 1, Chp 2 , Chp 3 , -
Main Masterlist || buy me Ko-fi 🥹💓
Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more.
In the heart of the bustling city, Y/N found herself looking for the perfect roommate. Her previous housemate had bid adieu after getting engaged, leaving Y/N in the lurch to find a suitable replacement.
After countless interviews, Y/N finally stumbled upon what seemed to be the answer to her roommate's quest – Bucky, a sports photographer with a penchant for cleanliness and a propensity for quiet nights.
His nocturnal work hours meshed well with Y/N's daytime routine, and his willingness to contribute to the apartment's upkeep made him the ideal housemate.
The first three months of their living arrangement went smoothly. He was always punctual with rent, impeccably tidy, and even willing to take on household chores without complaint – he was the roommate Y/N had always dreamed of.
However, something twisted happened one day when she returned home later than usual.
As she swung open the door, ready to unwind in her sanctuary, her eyes widened in disbelief and horror.
Her once-immaculate living space was now a chaotic mess, and right in the middle of the turmoil were two men engaged in a heated scuffle, with Bucky caught in the crossfire.
"Excuse me, what the heck is this?" Y/N exclaimed, her initial shock transforming into a mix of rage and confusion. The three combatants froze, turning their attention to Y/N.
The two men, realizing they were caught in the act, exchanged nervous glances but didn't utter a word. Bucky seized the opportunity for a strategic move in the split second of confusion.
With a swift motion, he expertly maneuvered between the brawlers and shut them down with a series of impeccably executed moves, leaving them in a stunned heap on the floor.
"Bucky, what in the world is happening here?" Y/N demanded, her eyes darting between the mess and her roommate, who was now defensive.
Bucky, seeing the need for a more honest approach, took a deep breath and decided to come clean. "Y/N, there's something you should know. I'm not just a sports photographer. I'm actually a spy."
Y/N stared at him, her initial anger giving way to sheer disbelief. "A spy? Are you serious, Bucky? Is this some sort of elaborate prank?"
Bucky shook his head, his expression serious. "No, I'm dead serious. I chose this apartment because it provides the perfect vantage point to keep an eye on a target across the building. Those guys you just saw? They were after the same target, and things got a bit out of hand."
Y/N blinked, processing this unexpected revelation. "Wait, so you're telling me that all this time, while I thought you were just a neat freak sports photographer, you've been living a double life as a spy?"
Looking genuinely remorseful, Bucky began, "Y/N, I'm really sorry about the mess. This wasn't supposed to happen, and I didn't mean to put you in this situation. It was a mistake, and I take full responsibility."
Y/N, arms still crossed, nodded. "Apologies won't fix my now-ruined living room, Bucky. This is unacceptable. I thought I finally found the perfect roommate, not a spy who turns my place into a battlefield."
Bucky, understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded solemnly. "I understand, Y/N. My agency will cover the expenses for the repairs and replacements. I'll make sure everything is back to normal. You have my word."
True to his word, Bucky coordinated with his agency, ensuring a team was dispatched to clean up the aftermath of the brawl. Broken items were replaced with new ones, and the apartment was restored to its former glory.
A few days later, as Y/N surveyed the now spotless living room, Bucky approached her tentatively. "I hope this makes up for the mess, Y/N. I really didn't mean for any of this to happen."
Y/N, now feeling a bit more forgiving, sighed. "Fine, Bucky. You've cleaned up your mess, literally. But I still need time to get over the fact that my roommate is a spy who uses my apartment for covert operations."
Bucky hesitated, "Y/N, I hope you don't want me to move out. I really like it here."
As Y/N contemplated whether she should ask Bucky to find a new place, her phone buzzed with a notification about her upcoming high school reunion. The idea of attending filled her with dread.
"Ugh, a high school reunion," she muttered to herself.
Bucky, overhearing, raised an eyebrow. "Problem with the reunion?"
Y/N grimaced. "I despise those events.” She doesn’t want to meet the popular girl from her school who constantly bullies her. But this time, she wants to show off. She got an excellent job nice apartment. But there’s one she doesn’t have.
A boyfriend.
Y/N looked Bucky from head to toe and mumbled, “What if..." But this idea was insane; she shook her head.
Bucky looked curious. "What if what?"
“Nothing.”
Bucky, understanding the high school dynamics, chuckled. "Ah, trying to one-up the mean girls from the past. So you need someone to accompany you? I'm in.”
Y/N fell silent for a moment, a realization slowly dawning on her. "You knew about my personal life?"
Bucky rubbed his head, a hint of embarrassment coloring his expression. He didn't deny it, saying, "Well, I'm a spy, and my agency does background checks on everyone."
Her hands now covering her face, Y/N sighed, "Oh no...."
Bucky couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction. "What do you think? With my spy skills, I bet I could impress everyone at the reunion. In exchange, please don't kick me out. Pleasee...."
Y/N grumbled, her frustration apparent. "Fine."
Bucky grinned, a mix of relief and amusement in his eyes. "Thanks Y/N. I swear you won’t regret this."
As they navigated the quirks of their unique living situation, little did they know that more surprises and adventures awaited them in the days ahead.
Chp 1, Chp 2 , Chp 3 ,-
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— 𝗮𝗵, 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 …! ♥
:feat~ xiao, kazuha, wanderer x gn!reader:
⤷ just fluff and reader being dense af
ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open!) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu, @achlysis
When you're dense as fuck and not picking up on any of their hints...
XIAO is clearly not one to show emotion often.
Yet, when it comes to you, he tries to convey his feelings properly in the best way he can... it's just that-
You seem to be so impossibly oblivious?
That's not really a bother to the aloof man, since he can't exactly read emotions well either. He knows where you're coming from, and will try to give you the time you need.
Xiao's advances on the other hand... are... well, let's just say interesting. Ever since he had quietly asked Zhongli for some relationship advice, the man had been entangled in the two of you's association ever since, giving Xiao the most bewildering advice... to him, at least.
So now, every morning, the two of you drink tea together and watch the sun rise above the mountain peaks, per request of the adpetus. You didn't think much of it - it was more of an excuse just to spend more time with the man, and so you were happy to oblige.
Still, waking up every morning, this early... you can barely keep yourself from dozing off.
"Come to think of it, do you like the sunrise, Xiao? You must have a reason for constantly inviting me to meetings like this... ah- but I enjoy them, I promise you...!"
Xiao let a ghost of a smile play across his face. No, He wants to say to you. I do this because I want to see you. "Yes, the sunrise is beautiful indeed."
"Aha, I knew it! I never took you for someone as sentimental as that, but it's a welcome side of you!"
"...Mhm." But you are much more beautiful.
The silence that comes after is somehow comforting.
He doesn't know where these emotions have come from, or how they blossomed, but just by being in your presence they are nurtured, and by the day they grow.
And because he can't express it himself, he'll wait until the day you realize it. ♥
KAZUHA is someone whose words float like birdsong.
So when he quietly shows you all the poems he's written about you, face flushed merely think it's because of his eloquent language that you don't understand his feelings. After all, he does use quite the number of elaborate metaphors, so it would only make sense, right?
Yet, when he attempts to convey his feelings in a more blunt manner, that seems to somehow fail as well.
"Ah, you're so beautiful that I feel flustered." He lets out a quiet laugh, smiling at you.
"Thank you Kazuha! You're also very beautiful!"
"...Mhm."
And even...
"Hey, I like you."
"Aww, Kazuha, I like you too! We're really the best of friends, aren't we?"
The only thing that comes out of the male's mouth is an awkward laugh. Needless to say, now the truth grows apparent.
You're just really, really dense!
The white-haired male tries to show you through actions instead - holding your hand, walking you home, even going out on "dates", yet still nothing seems to work. All his hints have failed him, and there's only one choice left.
To tell you, directly, again.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Kazuha!" You smile so obviously.
"Romantically."
"...What?" You glance up at him with a dumbfounded expression, eyes wide.
"It's as simple as it sounds."
"Ah- W-w-wait- uhm-" You're stammering hard, now, and the heat that's rising to your face burns. "You... like me??" You voice comes out as an airy whisper.
"Yes, dove, and I'll say it as many times as it'll take." ♥
WANDERER is a little pissed off - which is reasonable.
He's clearly making it obvious, how can you be so stupid?? At this point, surely you're just playing stupid to make a mockery out of him, aren't you?
Playing games with him, of all people... well, that irks him even more than he already is.
And the fact that you seem to be completely unaware of his rage, somehow, makes it even worse!
He doesn't have many friends, but surely regular people don't keep "friends" as close to their heart as he does with you? You call him by his real name, and he treasures your being, but with the way you're acting so blissfully oblivious... he's just about fed up with your antics.
The last straw is when he accompanies you to do some commissions in Sumeru, one of them being to guard a package delivery from Gandharva Ville to Port Ormos. As the two of you walk up to the agreed meeting spot, the commissioner spots you and waves.
"Oh, there you are!" He grins, and something about the way he's acting all buddy-buddy makes Wanderer clench his fists silently. The tanned man turns to the other, wearing the same expression. "Haha, and you didn't tell me you were bringing your lover along as well!"
...What?
And just like that, all of his unexpected rage disappears as he shoots his gaze up, indigo eyes wide.
You laugh whole heartedly. "Nono, this is my best friend-"
"No, I'm their lover!"
You stay silent for the count of three, before speaking awkwardly. "Kuni, what are you-"
"I LIKE YOU, OKAY? UGH, WHY WON'T YOU GET IT ALREADY!! I THINK YOU'RE REALLY NICE AND REALLY PRETTY AND I WANT TO BE YOUR LOVER-!!" He's shouting, now, voice angry as heat rises to his cheeks.
Ah, the words just slipped out of his mouth.
The silence afterwards is suffocating.
The delivery man is the first to break it, clearing his throat before smiling awkwardly. "Uhm, I'll give you guys some space," before hurriedly running off.
"...Kuni, what was that you just said?" It seems the truth has begun to dawn on you, apparent through the way your cheeks are flushed and you won't meet his gaze.
"Dummy- you heard me!" ♥
(a/n) wanderer is so silly
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Hiii hello. I'm new here. I love your blog.
Can I ask for your OCs with a milf reader who just moved next door, maybe? 👉👈
Hope you're drinking enough water, ilyyy
【The H.S.M Scenarios; Milf edition】
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Cw: Fem reader!
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“Hey ma! How you n the kids doin? You guys aight? Need any help round the house?”
Vincent would oftentimes drop by and visit after the initial greeting you gave him at his own apartment away from the hitman team. You became the highlight of his life the moment those baked goodies hit the pit of his stomach. The Enforcer would happily come over to babysit whenever he had the time, after the two of you got close enough. It got to the point of where your kids were already calling him their favorite daddy. And of course he made no plans to correct them, since they’ve grown on him just as much. To the point of where he’d kill for them. Plus the hitman wouldn’t mind stepping up as a potential father as long as he’d get to eat his future wife’s cooking all day.
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“Listen brat, I don’t like you and I know you don’t like me so how’s about we just come to a mutual agreement and—Ouch! Did you just kick me you lil shiet!”
Covu and your kid will be at odds with each other 24/7 trying to monopolize your time. Using petty tricks and schemes to try and coax you into putting all your attention on themselves alone. This “rich hobo” would try and take you out on some elaborate dates despite him being lowkey most of the time. Just for an excuse to whisk you away from your guard dog of a child who quite literally has a vendetta against anyone trying to take their mother away from them. The Photographer is thankful to them in a way since your kid acts as repellent for any other suitors trying to pursue you. So sometimes he’d leave anonymous gifts to your kid as a reward or transactions for their bodyguard services if you will.
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“…Ahem! Pardon me my lady but I’ve heard that you’ve got trouble putting your little ones to sleep, if you don’t mind I’d highly recommend that you use this melatonin spray so that you can rest more easily”
Rivius, At first would be mildly annoyed at all the ruckus your children would cause next door to one of his laboratory’s he has scattered around Devildom. And like an angry Karen, the devil was about to storm to your apartment and give a regal complaint. But he paused after hearing you breakdown from all the stress of being a single mother. The Archdevil would rub his antler horns feeling a bit distraught at how to go about this issue in a more roundabout way where both of you would benefit. So he came up with a recipe on the spot for a good sleeping remedy for your kids so that both you and him would have some piece and quiet. Long story short you were so grateful that you gave the scientist one of the warmest soul soothing hugs in his life. And he just couldn’t help but get addicted to that feeling leading him to be a constant presence in your life always coming up with ideas or solutions to help you and your kids.
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He’s not a NRC student but…
Rollo: “What are YOU doing here?” (Assuming that pre Playful Land piece you wrote happened and Rollo just happened to be at NRC for whatever reason.)
[Referencing this fic!]
This interaction is fr the "wow, these people are so weird; thank god I'm the normal one" meme 🤡 Pretend Gidel's off chasing butterflies or something--
So tell me, do you wanna go?
“What are YOU doing here?!”
The words had been taken right out of his mouth. They were spoken simultaneously, two accusatory fingers pointing in the opposite directions. One away from him, one toward…
A young man with a silvery bowl cut, bangs short, dark circles under his even darker eyes shaded by a tricone hat. His robes were elaborate in their stitching, golden thread spinning into flowers that hugged his waist and circles his arms. The aura he radiated was quiet but intense, all the heat and power of a devastating wildfire contained in a single human being.
“I remember you!” Fellow cried, brusque with his declaration. “You’re that shitty brat with the awful personality! The one that brushed us off at the docks and threatened to set me on fire!"
"And you are the incredibly shifty, invasive conman who sought to lure innocent children into the claws of magic." Rollo grimaced, pressing a handkerchief to his nose. "... It seems you've dropped the polite pretenses since our last encounter."
"Yeah, well, no point in puttin' on those airs anymore. I left my last job, so I'm not obligated to kiss ass."
"How... good for you."
Rollo’s reply, while curt, was phrased politely enough—but the pause stuck out. His eyes burned with disdain, as though he were regarding something offensive. A piece of trash, maybe. No, dirt. Perhaps something even lower than dirt.
Rollo averted his gaze, as if to end the conversation then and there. The dismissive motion grinded Fellow’s gears, sandpaper rubbing on his skin.
What, am I not worth his time to talk to? Who does he think he is?!
Fellow clenched his jaw and forced a smile. “So, my good man! What have you been up to since we last met, hmm?”
“… Official business.” Rollo glanced at the documents tucked under one of his arms. “As Student Council President of Noble Bell College, it falls to me to act as our representative and to engage with other magic schools.”
Fellow blew out air through his teeth. “You’re a real hotshot, huh?”
One of the lucky ones, polished and put on a pedestal. Envy tugged at Fellow’s heartstrings. What he would give to be a part of that glittering world, not a worry to his name.
“One could say that, yes.” Rollo seemed to be frowning with his entire body. His expression, his posture. “Hmph. It is a burden I did not ask for. How troublesome.”
Fellow straightened—irked. “What are you talking about? You have any idea how many people would kill to be where you are? Be a little more grateful, wouldja?”
“Excuse me?” Rollo’s brows twitched. “Who are you to judge others and determine how they ought to behave?”
“You don’t have to be a somebody with a fancy title to know when there’s a bad seed around.”
“You do not know me,” Rollo said icily. “Do not presume that you do.”
You could never understand what I’ve been through!!
He looked the beastman up and down, noting the patchwork in his attire, the holes in his façade. “… Pray forgive that I do not place much stock in your word. You do not present as a scholar, nor an upstanding adult of any sort.”
The comment cut deep, striking at his core. Fellow lashed out in defense.
“S-So what?! I don’t need a hoity toity kid like you labelling me. You’re bound to school and its rules. Me? I’m free to go wherever I like, whenever I please.”
Rollo sniffed, unimpressed. “So you claim—yet you linger at the feet of this institution of those who worship sin. It’s perfectly clear what your motive is, Mr. Honest. Like an parasite drawn to rotting fruit, you seek to be in the vicinity of that power, hoping to leech some of it for yourself. You too are one of the mindless sheep clamoring for a crumb of magic, not recognizing that pursuit will inevitably lead to your demise.”
Fellow blinked. His anger wavered, mixing with confusion. “Wh-What the hell, kid! You always gotta talk like a doomer?! Unclench your face for a second and take a breather, sheesh! I’m getting depressed just standing here listening to you mouth off.”
Rollo scoffed. “If you ask me, you do not take life seriously enough.”
“Life’s meant to be fun. Not all work, no play. You’ll become a dull and jaded grown-up if you keep going down this path.”
“I would rather be that than a fool who holds fast to his childish delusions.”
"Psssh. Least I'm not a hardass. All the privilege in the world and you still gotta act all sour."
Rollo stared at him, his gaze cold and steely. Fellow returned it. The same thought filled both of their heads.
He isn't satisfied with what he has now. He wants something more for himself than this. He's...
Deplorable, Rollo thought.
A greedy bastard, Fellow thought.
And when, at last, the staring became too much for either to bare, Rollo coughed into a fist. "If you will excuse me. I mustn't dawdle. These documents have to be delivered to Headmaster Crowley in a timely manner."
He paused deliberately.
"... I will pray for you," Rollo murmured as he walked off, his steps brisk and snappy.
Fellow gawked after him, appalled.
"Yeah, good riddance!" he hollered. "Hope the door hits ya on the way out!!"
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East Blue Polycule, yeah? Let me headcanon-dump onto you, stranger who didn't ask for it!
They overall love one another equally (in their own unique ways), but they do have favorites (keep it a secret though 🤭🤫🫡).
Luffy doesn't favor anyone in particular, but he has the most fun with Usopp and the most 'emotional' (big quotes on that) times with Zoro.
Speaking of the Lettuce Demon, his favorite is obviously Luffy, I need not elaborate on this point. He was the first and he will be the last.
Sanji's favorites are Nami and Usopp, Nami in the more silly yet beloving sense. She'll often tease him for being such a simpy simp, but will happily give him some love every now and then. Usopp is constantly around, not just Sanji but the whole crew, and through that Nicotine Kicker kind of just got used to him being THE first one he'd go to (aside captainly stuff and such). They behave more like married folks who've been together for around 10 years most of the time, but this doesn't take away from Sanji's simpyness. Sanji simps for all his partners, but he only visibly does it with Nami and semi-visibly with Usopp. The other two are far more casual.
Nami's favorite is Vivi (surprise! I got this idea from another post, I don't remember the poster, but aaaugh I love it!!!), but out of the crew it's Usopp. Vivi and Nami are one-to-one, the blue gurl isn't dating anyone else. They keep in contact by constantly sending each other letters and SNÄILIN'!!! Usopp is Nami's crew-favorite because... well... they're besties. They bond over so much, and they're the most open in the relationship with one another (close second being Luffy and Zoro tied with Sanji and Usopp, followed by Luffy and Nami, ect ect).
Usopp's favorites are Nami (because of stated bonding) and Sanji (because of their incredible connection), but Luffy deserves an honorable mention as Usopp spends a lot of time and has a blast with him!! Sometimes they also take two-on-two time, rarely it can turn into a little bit of a quiet session, but usually they rave about future adventures and plans. Sometimes Luffy makes Usopp come up with a 'bedtime story', but it's just an excuse to see the sniper get so passionate and think about another adventure!
(This is also from that other poster, aaaaa thank you for infecting my brain with this incredible rot) Aside Vivi, Kaya is dating both Nami and Usopp! They rarely manage to talk, but when they do their sessions are long and if someone disturbs them it's game over for them!
Now onto the funsy headcanons!
Nami and Usopp browse magazines together on a daily basis (sometimes Robin joins them as the cool mother of the group), and they plan some cool and absolutely ✨️SLAY✨️ outfits none of them can ever wear.
Zoro and Sanji have a little bit of a play-competition going on constantly. They get genuinely pissed off by the other often times, but sometimes they make something a competition as an excuse to angrily make out against the kitchen wall (they definitely 'sword'fight about who tops)
Luffy doesn't completely process the relationship as a, well, romantic relationship. He's more in it for the good times, and because he loves the peeps! He's overall fine with more strictly romantically-viewed things, but sometimes he just doesn't want to. One second he will say "Zoro, crush me with your arms", the next he sees Franky and Robin (the cool parents) kissing and he goes "BLEUGH I'm going to need a shovel to transport this bullshit out of my mouth BLEHHHHHH"
Usopp is the most insecure and unstable in the relationship. He's very people-pleasery, while also trying to keep up a persona. If he ever emotionally talks it's usually to Nami, sometimes to Sanji within the relationship, but outside of it he confides in Franky (the awesome dadster) and Jinbe (the ultimately best grandpops). He tries to get better, but fails to realise how. He has fun with everyone, seeks to be around them at all times, but sometimes he can't help but disappear. If you don't see him at breakfast give him until lunch, at that point it's suitable to check-in. Who knows what the thoughts in his head have made him do.
Sanji has a dedicated notebook/ramblebook about each one of the peeps. Sometimes when he can't sleep, or someone just did something he found notable, he whips out a book and starts going "September 1st, 1989, dear diary-" oh shit, wrong fandom.
Zoro is the one that has to be dragged into things the most, he does go willingly as well but his solitude is important to him. This being said he usually doesn't mind Luffy or Usopp chilling around if he's laying back, sometimes they can ramble and do their own thing as well. A lot of the time it's just sitting and silently contemplating on things, with Usopp at least. If Luffy doesn't have stimulation for five seconds he'll gomu-gomu the ship.
Nami absolutely loves physical contact, but sometimes feels bad that she can't see her girlfriends and feel them around. In these cases she'll request some physical space until things have settled, but sometimes that can make her even more clingy. She usually seeks out Usopp, but will cling onto someone else if he isn't to be seen.
Luffy found a new appreciation for various relationship through the polycule. This also helped him think more healthily about his past, those who are gone and those who are alive. He's managed to settle some feelings, but a lot of experiences still hinder his head. He doesn't think about those things that much, and besides if he feels down he will quite literally start deflating. A quick munch of food, mention of stories or a good song will always cheer him right up.
Usopp actively leaves gifts for everyone around the ship (to the ones outside the relationship as well, but extra for the peeps). They're handmade, and they range from silly notes/drawings with cheesy jokes to actual equipment/tools and sometimes even clothing and jewelry.
I COULD GO ON FOR SO LONG, BUT IF YOU READ THIS FAR THANK YOU FOR BEING AN ENJOYER!!!! And drink some water, you're dehydrated you fucking amazing dewdrop angel baby
HAVE A GOOD TIMEZONE!!!
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Erin's Birthday Interview
Interviewer (I): Happy birthday, Erin! How are you this evening? Erin (E): I’m good, thanks. Are you here to interview me? I: That’s correct. I’ll start with the basics. How is your birthday going so far? E: Pretty well, actually. I didn’t expect this big of a turn out. I: That’s good to hear! Have you received any gifts? E: I have! Ace and Deuce worked together with Trey to bake me a peach cobbler. Kalim gave me a necklace and Vil got me a bunch of fancy soaps and skincare products. Riddle said I could spend an hour with the hedgehogs in Heartslabyul… under his supervision, of course. Ortho made me a music playlist and Grim gave me a can of tuna. I: A can of tuna? E: Yeah, he gives everyone a can of tuna as a gift. I think he just gives people things he likes. I: I see. So, Erin, you don’t have any magic. E: Nope. I: You’re also from another world. What was it like for you when you first got here? E: The first thing I saw when I woke up was a cat looking monster trying to take my clothes. Then, a masked man showed up to bring me into a room full of guys wearing black eyeliner and matching robes. I thought I was about to be sacrificed to a cult. I: A cult? You thought our orientation was part of a cult? E: It was the only thing that made sense at the time! I: Right… so, what is the world you’re like from? E: Next question. I: I- excuse me? E: Next question. I: Oh, alright. What is your family like? E: Pass. I: Do you not want to talk about your home? E: Nope. There’s no point, is there? I: I won’t pressure you. Let’s just get to some of the other questions, then. If you could pick any student to be your sibling, who would you choose? E: I certainly don’t need any more siblings, but… I’ll go with Deuce. I: Deuce, huh? E: Yeah. Besides from the fact he’s someone I already consider a friend, I think he’d make a good brother. He treats his mother well, so I imagine he’d treat a sister the same way. Did you know he sends his mother flowers at least once a month? It’s adorable. I: I’m sure Deuce will be pleased with your answer. Ace? Not as much. E: Sorry, Ace. You played yourself.
I: If you were to join any other dorm other than Ramshackle, which dorm would you choose? E: Probably Pomefiore. I: Why Pomefiore? E: I like the uniforms the best. Purple suits me well. I: Is that your only reason? E: Not at all. Epel is cool, and I get along well with Rook and Vil. I don’t really mind Vil’s high beauty standards because I have high standards, too. I want to look good AND feel good.
I: Aren’t your closest friends in Heartslabyul? E: Heartslabyul would be my second choice, but the aesthetic is a bit much for me. Riddle is fine, but I wouldn’t want to live under him. I: Why not? E: Why not? I can name 810 reasons why not. Vil’s skincare regime or whatever is one thing, but Heartslabyul’s rules are a whole other beast. Do you have any idea how weird it is to walk into a room of dozens of dudes singing because a hedgehog sneezed? I: It’s not for everyone, I suppose. Is there a dorm you wouldn’t want to join? E: Octavinelle. I would rather sit at the bottom of the fish tank than deal with Azul. I: Care to elaborate? E: And ruin such a nice birthday celebration? No thanks! I: Alright, then. I’ll leave you to your celebrations. Thank you for your time, Erin. E: No problem. Good luck with your article.
#rare cheekin attempts to write dialogue#erin's pretty silly in my comics but i tried to humanize her a bit more here#since i dont really get a chance to touch on her more serious character traits in my comics#twisted wonderland#twst#twst yuu#twst mc#cheekinrambles#happy birthday erin!#i kind of mashed questions from a couple different birthday interviews in here
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I'm deeply curious! You understand and analyse Jasper very well. Where did you start with this? I'm wanting to understand the characters of my f/os on a deeper level as well so I can be confident writing and drawing them, but it feels daunting when there's so much to cover and consider! Arcs, themes, motivations, connections to other characters, how they change... Is it just a matter of time/paying prolonged attention?
this is SUCH a fun ask, thank you for giving me the opportunity to go into this a bit!! character analysis is SO much fun to me, even outside of self shipping, so I'm so grateful for this!!
so disclaimer. I have engaged with steven universe specifically since it aired, which is probably too many years. this world and its mechanics are incredibly familiar to me just from how long I've played in this world. so it sometimes is partially a matter of time! but character analysis doesn't always need time, sometimes it just needs a bit of playing around! some of the things I do are:
wiki hopping:
this is SO much fun to me. I'll read a characters wiki until I hit something that makes me think wait... why is that? fandom wiki is always imperfect so no matter the character there are normally inconsistencies or things that just seem thrown in there
an example with Jasper is I was reading her wiki and reread the piece where it says she's implied to know how to pilot a Roaming Eye (piece of surveillance spacecraft) and was like. . . wait. I know she is a Quartz soldier, which are like ground level front line muscle in the caste system. so WHY would she know how to pilot SPACECRAFT?
so that's my question, and I'll hop around the wiki overall to try and find an answer! in this instance I refreshed a lot of my memory on the caste system, some of the other Jaspers, the spacecraft in the show.
sometimes I won't be able to find an answer - which is where I can use headcanons to fill in the gaps! I could go on and on about the conclusions I've reached with Jasper, but overall I feel as though she is a specially designed soldier made when the war was at a low point, and with her ground expertise and stellar record they pulled her into other necessary tasks during the war - like piloting!
essay writing:
no I'm not kidding and everyone who's reading this knows that. I LOVE building essays. no it doesn't have to be perfect grammatically sound text, but it can be so fun to start a text post posing a question/commenting on something you noticed from a character, and just. elaborating on it!
like for example, I have a text post somewhere where I pose the question that - if Jasper is so against fusion, and fusion is taboo in Homeworld, how did she know its functionality enough to initiate fusion with an entirely different Gem? and I just went through stuff. considering different scenes I've seen her in, the wiki, of course. it's a lot of rambling! but I feel the rambling helps draw you to a conclusion
engaging with the media itself:
one, our source media is always fun to come back to, so now you have another excuse!
two. . . you will always notice something new when you re-engage with the media. maybe the character reacted to a conflict in a way that you didn't really think about that much before. maybe you notice the character's physical expressions or the way they gesture.
engaging with the media also gives you a chance to really feel out a character arc as well. you can read the wiki all you want, but really diving into the source material helps you feel the pace that it was intended to go at.
other things to consider:
really when you're doing char analysis for fun you want to focus on what interests YOU specifically. for Jasper, I am consistently so so fascinated with who she was behind the screen and trying to figure out her history from the very little the show gave us, so I tend to analyze those things specifically and try and figure them out. always start with what YOU want to learn first and just. . . build it up from there!
"Arcs, themes, motivations, connections to other characters, how they change…" - these are all SUCH fun ways to explore a character, but which ones fascinate you the most? what do you love about your f/o, and then. . . why are they like that? why do they DO that thing you really like?
I hope this wasn't too rambly I love talking about char analysis hahaha
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Hey there Alex! So, I've loved your content for a bit of a while now and your explanations/insight really gives a lot of clarity to people who either might not understand certain points about Good Omens, need a reality check, or may have missed something. You've also really helped me stop being so shy about my love and defense for Crowley in response to Azi apologists weaponizing his trauma as excuses for the way he treats him.
Anyways! I don't know if you've talked about it before, I think you mentioned it briefly in passing but could you possibly go more in depth about the scene in s2 between them about the Bentley situation. The first time I watched the scene, I remember thinking it was so adorable how Crowley trusted Aziraphale enough with his car and how Azi changed the color of it. However, there was always.... something! Idk that struck me the wrong way and you realize upon watching it again that it wasn't as straight forward at at. I'd like your opinion, since I feel it really plays into that constant dynamic of Crowley being uncomfortable for Aziraphale's sake once again.
Do you think he was actually okay with it in the end?
Why did Azi choose this rather than by train?
Does the Bentley truly like the Angel?
If Crowley is connected to the Bentley, how come he doesn't seem to realize when Shax was in it with Aziraphale?
Thank you, that's really nice to hear! I'm glad that my posts have been helpful in a number of ways 💚
Now, I have THOUGHTS on the Bentley scene, excellent questions!
It is another one of those moments that seems sweet on the surface but is actually deeply uncomfortable to watch once you look past that. Let's start with the easy ones and then work our way through the scene in chronological order.
Why did Azi choose this rather than by train?
Aziraphale is basically roleplaying at this point. His weird obsession with his "Clue" has turned into a performance similar to his horrible magic acts; his facial expressions and body language change and become more theatrical when he talks to Crowley about it. At this point, he has probably already decided that he will pretend to be a journalist for no other reason than fun. Driving a car instead of going by train is presumably a part of that, it's an elaborate fantasy he's trying to live out—similar to the ball later on.
We have to keep in mind that while Crowley is aware of the gravity of the situation, Aziraphale is actively choosing to ignore it. Going to Edinburgh for fun is a horrible idea considering the danger they're in, but Aziraphale does not care.
Does the Bentley truly like the Angel?
I think the Bentley likes him exactly as much as Crowley likes him, simple answer but tbh that's really it.
Do you think he was actually okay with it in the end?
Now, the one million pound question: Did Crowley willingly give him the Bentley or did Aziraphale coerce him into doing so? Before we answer this one, there are some more things to consider.
Firstly, the circumstances.
With Shax in his flat and Jimbriel in the bookshop, Crowley has exactly one safe place left: the Bentley. It is HIS, it is mobile, it does not belong to anyone else, and he has a connection to it, meaning that he protects the Bentley but the Bentley also protects him.
We saw Crowley's intense reaction to Gabriel's presence, and it's not 'funny' or 'dramatic', it is Crowley being deeply traumatized by heaven, his fall, and the trial, and there's a very high chance Gabriel was involved in his fall, too. What Aziraphale is essentially demanding of him the entire season is that he locks himself in close quarters with his abuser, who can literally kill him on the spot.
Crowley is fucking terrified, he cannot sleep, he is hypervigilant and even more paranoid than usual, his mood swings get worse, he is a mess—and Aziraphale does not take any of his concerns, emotions, or needs seriously.
Secondly, past experiences and boundaries.
Whenever Aziraphale needs a lift, Crowley is happy to provide one, he enjoys driving him around. Emphasis on him being the driver. Aziraphale has not once driven the Bentley, and it is safe to assume that Crowley has never once OFFERED that he could drive it. That alone should be enough for Aziraphale to not ask that question in the first place, but it isn't.
It also means that Crowley does not expect the question and—when probably at some point asking himself the question whether he'd be okay with Aziraphale driving it—decided he does not want anyone but himself in the driver's seat.
So how does Crowley react when Aziraphale demands the keys to the Bentley?
Oh right, yeah, let's actually talk about that first. He does not ask.
Aziraphale does not ask. I cannot overstate how important it is that he does not ask Crowley if he can drive the Bentley. This is how their conversation goes:
There is no question. "I will take the car" is Aziraphale informing Crowley of a decision he has already made without consulting him—wow, I wonder when that will become relevant again?
final fifteen *cough*
Before he asked, Crowley was rather relaxed (or as relaxed as he can possibly be in his situation), but that changes immediately.
First picture is when he asks Aziraphale about what time his train is, the other two are when he says 'what car'.
His back straightens, his shoulders tighten and freeze, he snaps his jaw shut and grinds his teeth, chin up, mouth lips pressed together—I interpret this as initial panic plus a spark of anger over "our car".
Crowley denies Aziraphale ownership of the Bentley, saying that no, there is no "our" car, this is MY car. It is clear, simple boundary, but Aziraphale went into this conversation having already decided that he will take the car, no matter what Crowley thinks about it.
While he might sound all cheery and excited, look at his body and the expression on his face. That smile is fake, it's bordering on angry, and it is sending a very clear message to Crowley: I want this car and you will give it to me. Once again, my way or the highway.
Bringing up the bookshop is him trying to "out-logic" Crowley, but it does not work because
a) Crowley very much does not consider the bookshop to be "theirs"
b) even if he had, the bookshop is no longer a safe place because of Jimbriel
c) Aziraphale KICKED HIM OUT of the bookshop in the first episode, establishing that Crowley is a guest and nothing more.
He then intentionally misinterprets Crowley saying that he "can't drive [his] Bentley" and mentions his license. Again, entirely irrelevant because that is not even remotely the problem.
Throughout their conversation, Crowley becomes more and more uncomfortable and panicked. This is not a squabble or banter, this is Crowley trying to protect the one thing he has left and Aziraphale not giving a fuck.
Now, the REAL banger here is that after pushing Crowley this far, he then suddenly dumps the rest of his "decision" on him: stay with a person that has severely harmed you, alone, without a way of escaping. This is where Crowley grows from panicked and angry to genuinely frightened.
He stops Aziraphale from touching it—rightfully so—and then reaches out himself to calm himself; it is right there, my car is right next to me, it's okay. Aziraphale ignored all of his attempts to set and enforce boundaries, ignored his panic and emotional state, ignored what Crowley was telling him, ignored everything Crowley told him BEFORE, and keeps pushing pushing pushing until the very end.
So to circle back to your question, no, Crowley is absolutely not fine with Aziraphale taking the car by the end; he fights him right up until the moment he begrudgingly gives him the keys.
It is a very good example of their current relationship dynamic, and personally it actually hurts to watch it happen. Anyone who has gone through trauma around privacy, safety, and personal effects knows how terrifying and traumatizing it is to have your boundaries repeatedly violated like that.
Aziraphale is being manipulative and coercing Crowley into doing what he wants; it's fucked up, and this doesn't even begin to deal with happens later.
If Crowley is connected to the Bentley, how come he doesn't seem to realize when Shax was in it with Aziraphale?
Maybe he did but did not really care because Shax has been in the Bentley before (just like Beez), maybe he is too distracted by Jimbriel and potentially being murdered in his sleep to pay much attention to Aziraphale on his way back.
Maybe he DID notice since he does ask Aziraphale if something happened, and then once again makes the mistake of trusting him when he denies it.
Without more information I can only speculate, but, personally, I think Shax being in the Bentley was not too big of a deal for Crowley even if he noticed it.
As always, if anyone has follow-up question, feel free to ask!
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Helloo, I hope you are well 🤍 I have a question that comes to my mind all the time but I didn't know exactly where to find that answer, so why not ask someone more experienced? hehe
I started studying about witchcraft, gods/goddesses and the like a while ago, but it's really only been theory, since because of my parents I still can't practice freely. Do you think there are ways for me to start this journey now, or do you think it would be more appropriate for me to wait?
I would love to start worshiping a specific Goddess that caught my attention and really had an impact on me. Would I be able to do this discreetly? 😭
Thank you for your timee 🤍
Hi! Sorry if I took a bit too long to answer, I hadn't seen the notification 😅
Answering your question: Yes, you can start now if you wish, but that will come with limitations. If you think it's too hard, frustrating, or dangerous to practice "undercover", then it may be best to wait.
There are a lot of tools and excuses for the undercover witch:
Crystals: "I find them beautiful/ they bring me peace/ it's decorative"
Deity imagery: "I really liked this artwork/I like X mythology a lot/ it's decorative"
Altars: they can be very hard to lie about. Buy you can have a portable altar, or a box altar. Plus, they don't need to be fancy at all. Virtual altars are also an option!
As for limitations, these often include:
Not being able to light candles and incenses.
Alternatives: fake electric candles, rbg lights, essential oils and other fragrances.
Elaborate rituals are hard
Alternatives: be simple and practical. Prayers and visualization are your best friends. Do your stuff while your parents are away or sleeping.
Resources can be scarce
Alternatives: be creative so that you can improvise. You can get a lot of mundane items and give them magical/sacred properties. As for deity offerings, stick to "simple but meaningful". If it's edible, you can eat it in ritual or after you're done with your prayers (depends on deity and culture – do your research)
I personally think worshipping a deity is easier to do discretely than doing witchcraft. Worshipping can be just a prayer, sharing a cup of tea with your deity and doing devotional acts in their honor. It can be as simple or complex as you like. It's a very intimate thing between you and the deity.
Witchcraft may require more "materials" depending on how you plan to do things and some of your stuff can really give you away. That's just my personal opinion though.
Over half the time I've been a pagan witch, I was doing it all in secret. My parents were into spirituality, but it wasn't until like.. 3 years ago that they started to be more open-minded about religions other than their own. In their mind pagan gods didn't exist and witchcraft was dangerous (even though they did it themselves, they just did not see it that way).
I was lucky I could get away with lighting candles and incenses, but living in a very busy household I felt like I really couldn't do most of what I wanted. It was hard, and frustrating. But I still kept my deities close to heart and did what I could.
With all that being said, here are some questions for you to ask yourself, to help you decide what you want to do:
Is it dangerous to get caught? If your family is extremely intolerant to the point where it can be dangerous for you, then waiting until you're more independent is probably better.
Are you okay with having limited resources?
Are you okay with hiding stuff?
Are you ready to deal with your parents if they they find out?
Could you answer their questions calmly and within reason?
I sincerely hope I was able to answer your question and give you some insight ❤️
Living in the "broom closet" has its challenges, but it can be equally rewarding.
Remember you can always start small, and if you feel it won't work out, you call it off until you're ready.
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I’ve been kind of in a downturn spiral about this pairing so I think I need another pair of eyes to see it for me.
It seems to me like the Takeru Iori DNA digivolving partner schemeta is basically the leftovers. I get the others. And basically Iori does detective work or lawyer research to learn about Takeru and his past.
And I get it. Takeru’s hatred for darkness and Iori wanting to understand. And then Takeru gives him the nod and it just kind of works.
Yet, I try to look for evidence beyond 02. Aside from positioning and partnering I am just trying to find aside from this how much better friends they are because of it.
Daisuke and Ken are close friends. Stay in touch a lot and grow feeding off Ken’s reasoning and Daisuke’s optimism. Hikari and Miyako also have grown closer. Miyako helps Hikari find her voice and become more sociable I would say and more honest with herself and Hikari does the same. They both balance each other when one of them gets too hurt. They need harsh friendly rebuke you could say.
And then, there is Takeru and Iori. Just what is there? Aside from their age gaps I see potential for what their could be, but since 02 even though it’s a small sample size and even from the bonus Kizuna meeting with all the 02 Digidestined I fail to see how the two of them have grown as friends.
Perhaps it’s not seeing things in black and white from a righteous or moral perspective. Or maybe Iori just loosening up? But you know I would not attribute that to Takeru. I would give that credit to Jou, Koushirou and even Ken.
I wonder what you think about this. It might be another of my Takari pairing excuses but I am open to understand how Takeru and Iori have strengthened each other and become better friends.
Thanks in advance.
Sorry, this had taken a while, because I wasn't in the best headspace to add anything of quality to your points, since I feel like you have already summarized the majority of what their bond contains.
I had once tried to outline their relationship here - mostly platonically, but also with the potential romantic angle, since that was the essence of the game. The problem they have is: their initial set-up is incredibly solid, because they parallel and contrast each other perfectly. In theory. Because practically, you could tell the series didn't have enough time to elaborate on them the same way it did for Daisuke/Ken and Miyako/Hikari.
To summarize it once again: Takeru was the youngest member in his group and was afraid to be an immature burden - whereas Iori is very mature for his age, but still afraid to make mistakes while also being the youngest in the group. You can tell he looks up to Jyou, Koushirou AND Takeru for similar and different reasons. And him and Takeru in particular start off with a very black-and-white'ish thinking, which makes sense if you consider their familial backgrounds and trauma that may be linked with it. And yes, Iori craves to learn more about and understand Takeru's mood changes, his emotional outbursts. And like I pointed out in the post above, Takeru COULD have projected a lot more onto Iori, but mainly chose to uphold his brotherly mask towards him - so in a way, he WAS projecting, acting like how he thinks a big brother should behave without belittling him. To some degree, that is endearing, because Takeru may need someone he can spoil a bit. On the other hand it never really seems to go deeper than that, because he is not able to fully open up yet. Neither to Iori nor to anybody else. Which is a shame, because in return, after 02, it doesn't seem like Iori is taking note from Takeru either - as you said, that role goes to several other characters.
Looking at The Beginning once again, there isn't anything I could add to it, because the only notable scene between Takeru and Iori - is them just deciding that it's time to Jogress.
Their bond doesn't seem particularly deep, there is no indication that they spend much time on their own together outside of the general group meetings. And while Takeru definitely has become more contemplative and less aggressive in the face of emergency... Iori hasn't changed notably. And once again, we may blame the lack of screentime for that, but aside from being reasonable, exasperated and/or sassy, there wasn't much you could even say about Iori in general, which is a shame. (I was planning to make a compilation post for him in The Beginning and I may not even hit the picture limit... I seriously missed his kind, compassionate side here, but just like with Koushirou, the work-a-holic trope they assign to them takes a lot of their softness away, which annoys me a lot.)
It's similar to what I tend to say about characters like Sora - they don't really know what to do with all their characters and how to depict their bonds and changes. The movie was focusing on other relationships - for example, Hikari and Miyako didn't interact much there, so they don't appear to be particularly close anymore either, since Miyako was completely focused on Ken (and Daisuke in extension). Long story short, I'd say that Takeru and Iori as a duo always got the shortest end of the stick.
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okay I have to know more about the tinngun wlw au but I can’t think of what yet so I’m thinking as I type, apologies if this is the most incoherent thing you’ve ever read
tinngun they are women they are lesbians you said there are slight changes in the ways they treat each other and stuff or something like that bc there’s society against them now which sucks but anyway what was I saying uhhhhhhhhhhhhh rIGHT
can you give some specific scenarios that are either new or changed? like the pool scenes, or if there’s any differences with the scenes in gun’s mum’s milk cafe?
ALSO from some of the things Astro said about their art (WHICH WAS FREAKING INCREDIBLE BTW) I’ve gathered that gun is more gender non conforming, less feminine and stuff? So I was wondering, what brought you guys to that conclusion, and also could you elaborate more on how her character changes at all? What kinds of clothes does she wear? Does her personality change at all? Is she suddenly more fierce and has to stand up for herself a lot because she doesn’t “look like a girl” and because she’s the only girl in the band and because she’s a lesbian? Does she break/bend rules as often as canon!gun? Or does she try to keep a low profile because she already gets a lot of stares and whispers for being who she is?
sorry I think I love this au too much but pls tell me everything you possibly can about it bc I just need more of it fjfjfjfjrjfirj
AJFSKFKFK THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASK we will literally take any excuse possible to talk about the au <3
Bee (@transpran) and I had so much fun answering these, we ended up rambling a bit more than was probably necessary. I'm not gonna apologize though. They're lesbians, come on.
some specific scenarios that are either new or changed?
Dee (that's me!): In terms of specific scenarios that change, pretty much most of the scenes change at least a little bit - but I don't want to give too much away, because I'm working on a couple drabbles that explore some scenes! Please look forward to that :)
What brought you guys to [Gun as more gnc], and does her character change at all?
Bee: as far as gun being gender nonconforming, i think she grew up naturally into it from being around so many boys, obviously that doesn't happen to every girl who has mostly dude friends but it does tend to be more common among them. especially with being the leader of an otherwise all-boys band, i think as a result she developed into someone who's fierce when she needs to be and able to play around easily (boys are ROWDY at that age generally), someone who can blend in and be "one of the boys." and i do think she enjoys her life that way; i don't think gun consciously cares much about gender at all. but what happens when she meets tinn is that she realizes what she likes about her, and some of it is focused on their differences, on tinn's careful femininity, her gentleness, her lack of a temper (with a few exceptions, as we know). and she admires all that a great deal. part of the differences in the story would be, i think, about gun seeing all that and wondering if she's doing it wrong herself, if not caring about her gender has been mostly just out of convenience so she wouldn't have to think about hard questions, etc. and how she comes out on the other side loving herself as she is and understanding herself more, and that the beauty of being a woman, or anybody, is the power of choosing who you are regardless of what's expected of you by society.
Dee: pretty much all of that! Plus, I think Gun has always been allowed to express herself however she wants (by her parents, Chinzhilla) so she's never really had to like, come up with reasons for anything. She just is! She also has to unpack a little bit of 'do I like this about Tinn or do I want [gender thing] for myself' which is, I think, a common question that often pops up for queer people (or at least it seems to do so for me ajdkd). In terms of character changes, I think one of us said at some point that girl!Gun is more of a 'crunchy' character. Even from a very basic perspective - Fourth's face is very prominent and strong, which, while considered attractive on a guy, could make for a girl!Gun who is often considered rude or grumpy - which can lead to some very interesting changes in the character and choices girl!Gun would make in comparison to canon!Gun.
What kind of clothes does she wear?
Dee: I think Gun is a lot more varied in terms of patterns and style because she'd get more freedom to explore clothes in the first place, but it would end up being pretty similar to canon!Gun's outfits anyway. She also wears more jackets and hoodies as a way to cover up more thoroughly.
Bee: clotheswise, i don't think gun's outfits would change much from original gun. maybe they'd be more form fitting if she doesn't outright shop at the boy's section, but the general vibe would be the same. i think she'd also enjoy loose crop tops on top of sports bras though, and similar stuff.
Does she break/bend rules as often as canon!gun?
Bee: rulebreaking: i think part of gun and friends being outcasts is the rulebreaking and the being bad at studying and school thing. so if anything she'd double down on it. gun has been shown to be very much a "i'll be exactly what they expect of me, and then i'll prove them all wrong" kind of character, if that makes any sense, and girl!gun pretty much has to pick between behaving and not - straddling the line is more dangerous for her cause it could ruin her future and reputation no matter what she did. so she either does what society expects, or says to hell with it with all her chest. we know what she'd choose.
Dee: something else I think is an aspect of Gun's character is that she's very used to center stage. She's been singing and performing since very little, and she enjoys it, so I think she's pretty oblivious to some of the attention she attracts. Obviously she's not wholly unaware, but still. Also, in some ways, I think Gun is even more likely to bend rules because she's so used to having to loophole her way into certain spaces and having to command the room to gain the same respect her male friends seem to get. Girl!Gun is more likely to play with technicalities because it's what she's had to do for ages. Also, she gains a bit of a fan club due to her brazen nature, especially younger queer kids (though this doesn't click for her until much, much later).
Thank you again for your questions! Feel free to ask more, we're both super normal about this au, promise! <- blatant lie
#I genuinely did not expect the answers to be this long HELP#wlw tinngun au#quodekash beloved#msp#my school president series#tinngun#guntinn#distant screaming screams into the void
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— Under The Stars — ~ M. Fushiguro ~
╰⇢ In which you’re invited to a party hosted by your best friend and unintentionally capturing the attention of one of the attending guests
Requested: This lovely request!
Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Reader
Contents: Cute little fluffy one-shot, Royalty AU, background ship if you really squint
A/N: Does not follow the plot of JJK. I love when people send me requests! So thank you so much to the lovely person who sent it! Enjoy!
"As you know, Kugisaki-san is hosting a ball to celebrate her coming of age." Your butler, Sano, held out an invitation. Your name printed in Nobara's pretty cursive writing.
"I look forward to attending. When is it?" You take the letter, carefully removing the wax seal that displayed your friend's family crest.
"If the information given to me is correct, it will be hosted tomorrow night. Since they're a neighboring kingdom, a trip by carriage should only take a few hours assuming there are no complications.”
"Very well then, I better prepare, shouldn't I?"
So you spent the following day in town, hoping to find the perfect gift for your friend. You'd known her for as long as you could remember, so everything needed to be perfect for her.
In the end, you found exactly what you were looking for. Now all that you needed to do was get dressed and get to the party.
"I'll be accompanying you to the ball, if that's alright with you, your highness." Sano held open the door for you.
"That would be wonderful." You smile, taking your seat in the carriage.
"Thank God you're here!" Nobara hugged you as soon as she saw you walked through the large set of doors. "My parents won't leave me alone about finding a suitor."
Most royal families want their children to find a partner from other kingdoms to form alliances. And since Nobara has finally come of age, her parents are trying to find her a suitable prince. And what better excuse to throw an elaborate party than this?
"I remember when my parents tried that." You laugh.
"Exactly! Come on! I need an excuse to get away from my parents." She pulls you along towards the side. "And I want to introduce you to some friends."
You continued to let her pull you through the crowd as she pulls you over to a corner where you see a few familiar faces. Yuji Itadori, a prince from a kingdom known for having incredible offensive capabilities. They're the ones you'd want to ally with if you were going to war.
Beside him, Maki Zenin, the eldest in her family and heir to the throne. Rumor has it, she has a lover, but nobody has ever confirmed it. But with the way she rejects every attempt at courting, the rumors might as well be true.
"So this is Maki, Yuji, and Megumi." She finished the introductions with a finger pointing to a dark haired male.
"It's nice to meet you!" Yuji gave your hand a polite kiss.
"Likewise." You bow your head.
You give a respectful nod to the Zenin heir, turning your attention back to Nobara, and then to the boy with dark blue hair who looked rather uninterested as he scanned the crowd at all the guests who were happily chatting.
"Well me and Maki are going to get something to eat." Nobara placed a hand on your shoulder, her other arm linked with Maki's. "We'll be right back."
She walked away, leaving you alone with the two princes.
"I'm pretty sure my father's looking for me." Yuji gives you an apologetic look before walking off into the crowd.
Nevermind. Now it was just the two of you. It was rather awkward, standing at an odd distance, looking around at everyone happily chatting away.
You continue standing there, swaying back and forth on your two feet. How were you going to get out of this situation? You were planning ways to excuse yourself without being mean when you hear music start playing.
"Err- would you care to dance?" You see a hand being held out in front of you.
You look up and see Megumi awkwardly staring at you, hoping to get everything over with. It was obvious to anyone with a pair of working eyes that he didn't want to be there. And you definitely didn’t want to embarrass yourself with your dancing, but it would look even worse if you declined.
"Sure. I'd love to." You put on a small smile, accepting his extended hand.
He nodded and led you into the crowd forming in the center of the room. The music grew louder as everyone found their partners and started swaying to the beat. You felt his arm wrap around your waist as you rested your arm on his.
The two of you fell into a rhythm as the music finally set its course. You enjoyed dancing with others, and this time was no different. Megumi held your hand in a firm manor he led you through the motions with him.
"Ow." The boy let out a small murmur as your pointed heel dug into his foot.
"I'm so sorry!" You stumbled. Dancing was never your strong suit, but you tried your best. "Please forgive me."
"Don't worry about it." His steps never faltered.
He continued guiding you through the motions as the song came to a close. The people around you clap as the dancing stops. You look up at the boy, out of breath from all the dancing.
"Thanks for dancing with me. I had a lot of fun." You smile at him.
"Mhm." He nodded at you.
"I'm just... going to take a breather outside. It's rather warm in here."
You make your way to a set of doors that took you outside to the back gardens. The gentle summer breeze blows through your hair, effectively cooling you down. You walk down the steps, strolling through the garden.
As you walk, you hear another set of footsteps behind you, seemingly getting closer. You turn around to see Megumi following behind you.
“To what do I owe you the pleasure this time?” You slow down to allow him to catch up to you.
“I thought you might like some company.” He walks beside you.
“Yeah? And why else?” You give him a knowing look.
“…” He pauses. “I needed an excuse to leave.”
The fact that you were able to read him that easily surprised Megumi. Not many people were able to look past his blank face, aside from the few friends who had left him alone with you earlier. He went silent again, just walking with you as you got further and further away from the party.
“I see. It was rather crowded in there.” You nod in agreement.
“Yeah.” The two of you stop under a gazebo.
“So… how do you know Kugisaki?” You try making small talk.
“Through Itadori.” He said flatly. Not much of a talker, joy. Well, at least you had someone to keep you company, so you couldn’t complain. “And you?”
“Our kingdoms have been allies for generations. So it’s only natural we get along.”
You think back to all the fond memories you have with Nobara by your side. She’s always been there. Even if it’s not physically, she always finds a way to support you.
When Megumi didn’t answer after, you assumed the conversation was over.
Until he spoke up again.
“What do you want your kingdom to look like after you inherit the throne.” He asks.
“I like that question.” You smile, looking up at the moon in thought. “I’d like for my kingdom to prosper like any other ruler, but I’d also like to have strong ties with neighboring kingdoms to be able to aid each other in times of need.”
Megumi watched your every movement as you continued to describe what your plans were for the near future. Each new detail only furthering his interest in you.
“I know it sounds rather bland, but I truly do hope that I can lead my kingdom to a better future.” You sigh.
“It’s not bland at all, it’s actually rather admirable. I know plenty of people who wish for power and wealth above all else.” He reassured you.
“Oh- well, thank you.” You smile, looking back up at the night sky, the stars shining brightly around the moon.
The breeze gently blows through the hollow structure, sending a shiver down your spine. Curse you and your sleeveless dress. You stand there shivering when you feel a warm material cover you.
"You'll catch a cold." The boy beside you placed his jacket over your shoulders.
"I'll be alright." A small smile tugs at your mouth. "We better head inside soon."
"Yeah.” He offers his hand once again.
You smile, accepting his extended hand once again and he helps you down the stairs. You walk side by side back into the ballroom where you see Nobara having a conversation with Maki.
"Thank you for taking the time to talk with me!" You give Megumi a polite curtsy before turning away and making your way over to Nobara.
He watched you walk away, taking note of every little detail, the way you carried yourself, your smile, the way you acted towards others. Everything about you just drew Megumi in.
"So? What do you think?" Yuji elbowed him. "I've never seen you so interested in someone before."
"Shut up." The dark haired boy avoided eye contact.
No words were spoken, but in that moment, Megumi knew. If a question about marriage ever arose again between him and his parents, he would finally have an answer for them.
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23 May 2023
It’s late, I’m in bed ready for sleep, but I wanted to put this out there while I’m thinking about it and I can continue it tomorrow. Mexicans are very polite and they have an etiquette for greeting shopkeepers when you enter the shop. When you enter the establishment you always greet the person there with a “hola, Buenos días or buenas tardes,” depending on whether it’s morning or afternoon. Also when asking for something you always say please, por favor and thanks, gracias. I’ll elaborate tomorrow.
So, now it’s tomorrow or I guess it’s toda, but at any rate it’s a day later than when I started this post. As I was saying yesterday, the Mexicans for the most part seem to be a very polite people and I think it must be from how they were raised. Unfortunately, I was not taught as a child to always say please when asking for something and thank you when I received it. It takes continuous reinforcement of a practice before it becomes habit and stays with you for a life time. The habit of politeness was not something I was taught and now I wish it had been, because I genuinely feel embarrassment when I fail to say please when asking for something and realizing after the fact that I forgot to say it. I’ve seen some travel YouTubers talk about this too when they have gone from the states to another country and I know it’s not all Americans who are guilty of this crude or uncivilized behavior but it does seem that I am not alone in this seemingly uncouth behavior. For some reason it’s easier for me to remember to say thank you and I can tell from the expression on the person’s face when they are annoyed that I didn’t say please and when they are happy that I said thank you. It is a struggle for me, one with which I work on daily or at least every time I am out and need assistance and this little thing reminds me of how different cultures can be from one country to another.
Another form of politeness I’ve been pleased to experience is when Mexican men move out of my way on the sidewalk and this happens all the time. If they are walking two abreast one will fall back behind his friend to let me pass, so I don’t have to walk around them men from the US rarely do that in fact I’ve had some literally bump into me as they walk by, they don’t care and they don’t say excuse me. Americans in my experience are just rude people at least the men.
Another form this politeness or courtesy has taken that I’ve observed in Puerto Vallarta is how thoughtful and respectful vehicle drivers are towards pedestrians at street crossings. In much of the city there are no stop signs or traffic signals on many of the streets except where there is a larger intersection with more points of conflict between vehicles, yet in spite of this I find it very easy to cross most streets. There is a communication between you, the pedestrian and the driver, which goes you watch for the traffic and when there is the smallest break you make eye contact with the driver and then give them a hand signal by stretching out your arm and holding your hand palm side towards them to let the driver know you want to cross the street. This has always worked and the street is only two lanes wide and when the driver nearest you slows to a stop the driver in the other lane will also stop. There is no need to make a mad dash to avoid oncoming traffic they pay you the respect realizing that you need to cross and you’re not in a two ton box of metal and plastic that could afford you some protection if there was a collision. The only time I’ve seen a driver speeding along these streets is, I hate to say it, but someone who appears to be either American or Canadian and I’m betting their pale skinned self-centered self-important ass is an American and they don’t show pedestrians this common courtesy. I’m a life long pedestrian and when I was finally able to leave the states I made a promise to myself that I would from that time forward always live in areas that were pedestrian friendly walkable and had good public transport.
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