#actually was so happy to get 3000 in about 3 hours

[blametheeditor]

A giant manhandling a tiny, like grip too tight and inspecting everything, and putting the tiny in their pant pocket. This would produce so much angst. Also being rolled under a shoe or something like that. For The Plot. Torture them For The Plot. Trust me For The Plot.

For The Plot

For The Plot, I want to sincerely apologize for how long this took for me to respond. I hope you enjoy it! I trusted you for the plot, and I really like the plot, and will definitely need to continue for the plot.

Seriously, thank you for this ask! I truly adored it, and I hope you have a wonderful rest of you day!

The Enigma Known As Scott

Rundown: To torture a Scott, he needs to be human, completely surrounded by giants. Worst part, he sounds like a mouse to them.

Warnings: Cursing, treating people as lesser than, dehumanization, talking over someone, mentions of death, mentions of killing, comprehending barrier

The Editor finally said it was my turn with the Writing Motivation

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Scott has always been an enigma to those who work under Fazbear Entertainment. 

On one hand, his name is known by everyone, from the managers of each restaurant to the newly hired night guard. On the other hand, no one really knew who he was, the face and person behind the name. 

Truthfully, it was for the best. If the night guard’s survived the night and realized he hadn’t perished like the recordings suggested, he wasn’t in danger of having someone give him a rightful punch in the face. Not to mention the tempers of a few of the restaurant managers making it clear he’s despised and they wouldn’t hesitate to make his life hell if they ever met. Especially considering he is the only human working for the company.

It hadn’t always been that way. Back when Afton and Henry had been partners, the company had been first established as a children’s restaurant for both giants and humans. As safely as you can when 5 year olds are capable of holding a full grown adult in a fist. But the animatronics had two stages built, a giant and human version they could transfer between to when the other wasn’t playing. 

It was incredibly advanced technology. Meaning when Henry disappeared, Afton didn’t have the knowledge or patience to continue in the practice. And due to being a giant, the restaurants naturally shifted to giant-only locations. 

Of course, that didn’t stop the sadistic man from keeping Scott as an employee. The human could no longer be a waiter like before, but he was well suited to relaying information Afton requested. The perfect errand-boy to continue with assisting on new-hires, reports, inspections, and stepping in when certain things weren’t being done correctly. 

It was all strictly done over the phone, with inspections conducted in the few hours between everyone leaving after the restaurants were locked up and the night guard coming in for their shift. 

He couldn’t do it any other way. Being the only human means every employee is capable of sweeping him up. Pocketing him. Rolling their eyes before not listening to a word he said just because he’s no more than three inches tall to them. It was a matter of keeping his sanity and life intact while working for a cruel man who will never let him quit other than through death. 

Not to mention, he sounds like a squeaking mouse to every giant unless talking on the phone, or they wear a device that amplifies his voice. And unless they live or interact with a human daily, no giant in a giant-only location will have one. 

And despite all of this, Afton still thinks he’s not tortured enough. 

That’s how Scott finds himself hiding under the cashier counter at Freddy Fazbear’s during the restaurant's open hours. With tens of children screaming so loudly he can’t even hear the sound of his heart beating. Trembling from sheer terror because just as he feared, no one can understand him. And Afton lied about having the animatronics unlocked past 6am to help him get safely out of the restaurant. 

He should have seen it coming. Should’ve known the bullshit excuse of needing to test the four original animatronic’s trigger for returning to the stage once the night shift ended was just to get him trapped. Should’ve known the comment of Vincent being out of commission was to warn him the purple man wouldn’t be around to help him. 

It’s not like he could’ve said no. If he called the bluff, Afton would only smile and say it better be done. 

...it’s not like he’s transversed through the giant restaurant before. Albeit without the numerous giants running around without looking down to make sure no one ends up underfoot, or the staff that shrieked and tried to stomp on him when he first attempted to greet them in the hopes Afton was in a ‘good mood’. But he’s done it. Knows where the hidden door his size sits. Can carefully make his way there before escaping in one piece. 

He can do it. 

Scott takes a deep breath. Flinches as someone steps only a few feet away, the shoe longer than he is tall. Scans the area after gaining the courage to lean out a few inches. 

He pales at the sight before him. Of yards of open air between him, and the hallway that leads to his freedom, nothing but long tables meant for parties and giants sitting in every chair offering cover. 

Scott looks at the doors that could fling him across the room when the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, his eyes immediately darting up. 

Bright blue eyes stare at him with interest. Blue eyes Scott knows anywhere. Fear racing through him at the thought of Mike realizing there’s a human in the restaurant. 

Out of the hundreds, possibly thousands of night guards that had been hired, Scott has only personally known a hand full. Mike Schmidt being one of them. 

It’s hard not to. After surviving for two full months, that earns respect in his eyes. So did the fact he hadn’t been screamed at for misleading him about impending death. Cursed at, yes, but he learned quickly Mike cursed at everything. But the young man nearly gained enough trust for Scott to reveal he was human. 

Almost. His terror for what the giant would do won out. And it only got worse once Mike became Mike and Jeremy. Followed by Eggs, and James. Caleb, Fritz. There were too many giants who could spread the information from outside the group of those who got phone calls strictly to ensure they were alive. And once David was added, he knew he could never tell the owner of Fazbear Entertainment or else never get another report sent to him or a single call answered again. 

The thing is, while he has nightly calls with Mike and those who have earned the giant’s loyalty, Mike has never seen him. And he knows better than to hope the guard wears the device to turn his squeaking into the familiar voice over the phone. 

Scott jerks away from the edge, darting into the darkness in the hopes Mike will shrug off spotting a human like he does with almost everything else. Prays that working in place with the sick day guard’s shift is more important than investigating. 

For good measure he moves to the other side of the counter. Winces at the realization his only path is the one with the most movement and least amount of cover. But it’s not like he can wait until the restaurant closes. He missed his chance trying to get to the hallway before the day shift arrived by trusting Afton of all people. 

Scott takes another deep breath, attempting to calm his trembling as he aims himself toward the wall. Because at least there he’s almost guaranteed safety from shoes. Less so from being spotted. 

God, don’t let me die.

He ducks under the counter before starting his sprint. 

Only to scream in fear as a shoe lands directly in front of him. 

“No, no, no!” 

Scott attempts to scramble away, back to the safety of the counter, only to trip over his feet as he falls to the ground. 

Before he can even think, there’s warmth surrounding him. Warmth he is all too familiar with. And then fingers finally appear in his vision. 

“NO-!” 

His scream is cut off as a hand grabs him before he’s squeezed. It doesn’t loosen as he’s being lifted. And any struggle only has the grip get even tighter he can barely breathe. 

Suddenly, the hand frees him, and he tumbles into near pitch black darkness as his scream finally finishes. 

Scott gasps for air as he attempts to see where he is, yelping when everything moves, jolting with what seems to be a giant stepping. A lot more pronounced than when he’s sitting in the chest pocket of Vincent’s uniform. And yet he can’t help but feel like he is in one as he realizes he’s surrounded by fabric. 

There’s a few more steps until everything stops. Scott quickly attempts to stand up, find a way out. Yells as a hand suddenly invades his space. 

“No, let me go, let me go!” 

He kicks at the fingers as they attempt to curl around him. Shoves at the digits in a futile attempt to keep them from grabbing him, not wanting to be squeezed more than his ribs can take. 

Of course, the hand wins, a finger stroking his back, oblivious to his frantic want to get out where is he! 

...those are children screaming. 

Scott nearly stops breathing when he realizes he’s still in the restaurant. The giant might’ve made it clear he better not fight, but he isn’t being taken away from Fazbear’s. Just being held captive in a pocket. A pant pocket of someone just...standing. 

Against his better judgement, he carefully settles down. Terrified what might happen. Doesn’t know who holds him. But they didn’t stomp on or crush him, and they aren’t taking him home to be a pet...yet. 

He doesn’t know how long the giant stands for. He hears a booming voice fairly close, and then the giant begins to walk, this time the hand closing around him the moment he started to fight with the assumption now is when his fate will be determined. 

“We’re alone now, fucker.” 

Scott jolts as the voice rumbles through the air, a voice he recognizes. The voice that says Mike decided to investigate. Trembles with the uncertainty if it would be better or worse to have that giant being the one holding him. 

Nothing happens. Not even a finger nudging him or the hand closing in a warning he better respond. 

“M-Mike?” he begins, shoving at the nearest digit. The hand moves at that, curling around him before he’s lifted out, ducking away from the blinding light until he’s greeted with a familiar smirk. 

“You okay, asshole?” 

Scott stares. Because Mike can’t recognize him. Meaning he’s only a stranger to the giant, and so he will be treated as a random human that was found. And yet he doesn’t know how Mike reacts to humans. 

Will he be let go? Will he be put into a cage? Will they ever figure out it’s him? 

The worse part is he wants to trust the giant before him. He knows Scott can trust Mike. As long as Mike knows it’s Scott. 

“Can you put, uh, m-me down?” Scott attempts, pointing toward the- 

The human goes deathly still as fingers suddenly pinch the arm, unable to move, unable to breathe. 

“Your arm’s fucked up?” 

Scott can only watch as catastrophic digits capable of snapping his arm gently check for injuries. And then the other one is checked just as carefully. 

“Anything else?” 

The giant can’t understand him. And as eerie as it is being watched by eyes as big as his head, he’s being listened to for the most part. Meaning a dramatic and slow head shake should get him to what he wants. 

“Good,” Mike grins. “So do all goddamn humans squeak like the fucking Jerber?” 

At least they’re getting somewhere, and Scott feels better about humans who are strangers not becoming pets by this particular giant. Though it’s safe to assume Mike has never interacted with a human based on that answer. 

Scott hesitates before nodding to earn a thoughtful look. 

“Shit, maybe he can understand you. Want to fucking meet him?” 

Scott finds himself nodding because he doesn’t think leaving Mike’s side would be the best idea. He was grabbed and squeezed before being put into a pant pocket, but the giant clearly has no malice. And if he stays with the guard, Vincent will have an easier time finding him. 

Despite the fear this could go from bad to worse on how Jeremy reacts, Scott can’t help kicking when it seems like he’s about to be put back in the suffocating pocket. At least this giant doesn’t get upset and instead looks at him for an answer. 

“Chest pocket!” 

His pointing manages to convey the preferred method of transportation, even if Mike accidentally drops him a little too high into the hammock of fabric. The point is he was listened to, making the walk much more enjoyable. 

Scott curls into a ball as he finally allows everything to catch up to him. Including the fact he agreed to have a second giant interact with him. About if he wants to try and let them know the lost human is the Scott on the phone. 

He’s safe with Mike if this scenario ever happens again without the revelation. But what if Jeremy won’t let him leave in the fear he’ll get hurt? And what if he tells them and it spreads through the entire group? 

“Jerber!” 

Scott blinks at the realization they’re already at Mike and Jeremy’s apartment, the trembles coming back. Looking up in the hope he can plead to stay in the pocket when the sight of a hand reaching for him cuts it off, replaced with a yell as he’s scooped up effortlessly. 

 He doesn’t have time to orient himself before a finger is ruffling his hair. That earns a hand whacking the intrusion away as he growls. “Michael!” 

“Sorry, asshole move,” the giant concedes. Which only settles Scott’s nerves slightly, unable to help the fact he feels like a pet to the guard. 

“M-Mike!” has Scott whirling around at the greeting. Staring at Jeremy walking closer before the curly haired guard perks up at the sight of a human in Mike’s hand. “W-W-Where did you find a-a human?”

“Bastard was at the restaurant.” 

“Can I h-h-h-hold him?” 

Scott shakes his head. Backs away from the cupped hands waiting patiently for him to be transferred into. “Wait!” 

He didn’t expect Mike to listen, nor for Jeremy to immediately become concerned. “A-Are they okay?” 

Jeremy can’t understand him either. No one they talk to will. As kind as they are, he can’t explain he’s Scott who needs to get back home, or at the very least back to Afton. Because there’s no reason for giants living in a giant-only section to interact with humans. 

“You okay, asshole?” Mike asks. Knowing he’ll only get squeaks, which makes this so much better yet so much worse. 

Even if he wanted to, he can’t even say he’s Scott because- 

...because they’re not talking on the phone. 

Scott waves his arms in a big wait motion before pulling out his phone. Pissed with himself for not thinking about that earlier. 

Tenses as Jeremy jumps when his phone rings before answering it. “Sc-Scott?” 

“Jeremy, I’m the human Mike’s holding.” 

The squeak that made Mike believe that Jeremy could understand him emits as the young giant stares at him in shock. “Scott?” 

“Phone Guy?” 

Scott yells as the hand suddenly turns against him, terror flooding as fingers curl around him before he’s lifted in front of Mike’s face. 

“Asshole, why didn’t you fucking tell me? Are you okay? Did I goddamn hurt you?” 

“Y-You know you can’t h-h-hide i-injuries from Mike,” Jeremy pipes up after he doesn’t respond for too long. Too afraid if Mike is truly upset with him for not saying he was human. 

“I-I’m fine,” Scott finally murmurs. Jumps when he hears his own voice ring as loudly as a giant’s from the phone changed to speaker. 

“Have other giant assholes fucked with you?” Mike asks. The human finds himself unable to respond as he’s carried into the kitchen, breathing in relief as he’s finally allowed to climb onto solid ground. 

He stumbles as both Mike and Jeremy sit down at the table, fingers catching him to find Jeremy watching him with worry. “Are y-you hurt?” 

Scott slowly backs away from Jeremy’s hand before hesitating. “No. Are...are really you upset I didn’t tell you I was human?” 

“No, bastard,” Mike immediately responds. “I’m pissed I grabbed your ass and you didn’t say you were goddamn Phone Guy.” 

Jeremy laughs. “H-He couldn’t squeak Ph-Phone G-G-Guy.” 

“Like fuck he couldn’t,” Mike defends. “I’m fluent in shitty squeaks.” 

“Could’ve fooled me, Michael,” Scott can’t help smiling as he’s gifted with a smirk. It turns into a shout as he whacks at the finger poking his side. “Stop that!” 

“If you promise you’re goddamn okay.” 

“I’m fine,” Scott scowls. “I’ve been grabbed harsher.” 

“Th-Th-That won’t happen anymore,” Jeremy proclaims. Something that should make Scott worried they won’t let him out of their sight. 

Mike nods, and he doesn’t know if he can breathe. “I’m sorry for the shitty grab, but we won’t goddamn do it again unless you say okay. Not even Douche Bag will touch you.” 

And that’s when Scott realizes he should’ve told them a long time ago. The promise at least one giant at every location will be there for him if Vincent isn’t lurking in his shadow. 

“...can we hold off on telling Eggs and David?” 

“M-M-Maybe we never d-do,” Jeremy suggests, wincing at the realization Scott is handheld to all of them. 

“They pull shit on you, I’m fucking stepping on them.” 

“Until then, you’re getting earpieces so I don’t have to call you to talk.” 

Scott freezes when the last of his sentence doesn’t make the air rumble, looking up at Jeremy in confusion before the giant’s phone is looked at the same time the human spots the ‘disconnected’ words on the screen. 

“S-Sugar, it died.” 

“Fuck.” 

“Jerber’ll charge it,” Mike waves, smirking down at Scott as the younger goes to plug in his phone. “Wanna help cook lunch, Phone Guy?” 

“No,” the human begins, glancing toward the rest of the kitchen with silverware he could sit in. “Sounds like disaster waitING-!” 

Scott yells as he’s swept into a hand. The hand of a certain guard who looks more than happy to have his mentor so easily grabbable. 

“That was a fucking ‘yes’ squeak.” 

“Michael!” 

“Uh, M-Mike?” Jeremy quickly intervenes, Scott well aware his dramatic squirming that’s more based on principle rather than true anger is being watched with concern. “You shouldn’t h-hold him wh-wh-while y-you cook.” 

Mike hums in thought. “Counter or Jerber, Phone Guy?” 

Scott huffs. Points toward Jeremy. Admits he doesn’t mind sitting in the stuttering kid’s cupped hands and far away from the counter being piled with utensils and food. 

“I-I-I can put you o-on the table,” Jeremy murmurs. Beams as the human makes a point to relax completely to state he prefers the giant’s warmth. 

He’ll worry about Afton’s wrath not getting back to his office until tonight later. And hopefully the day when Eggs gets his hands on him, or David getting the opportunity to stomp on him is far away. 

For now, he couldn’t ask for better giants. 

“Can Phone Guy be put in the fucking sauce?"

“No!”

[ghxstwrites]

3000 Miles away...

Pairing: Idol! Bang Chan x Fem! Reader

Summary: When being away from your childhood best friend for too long makes every second together that much better

WC: 3021

AU: childhood friends to lovers (it’s delulu hours here)

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warning(s): Call your dentist, you’ll need to fill a couple cavities after this one, maybe a tissue based on the beta read. Pet names (my favorite girl, channie, sunshine) clingy bangchan?

A/N: Big thanks to @bunnliix for the proof read/beta on this, sorry for the tears... Banner credits to @cafekitsune for some super cute banners! <3

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society

“Y/n… I have.. I have something I need to tell you” Chris looked over at you as the two of you sat on the swings.

“What?” you looked over at your best friend, curiously. 

“Do you remember how I told you when I got older.. I wanted to be a performer?..” He looked down and kicked the mulch around under his feet “Well… I...Auditioned...” 

============================================================== You and Christopher had been friends since primary school,  you’d moved to Australia at a very young age and a very small Chris was one of the very first friends you made. Ever since that day you’d been inseparable, most of the time if you were around he wasn’t far behind. 

You’d first learned about Christopher’s desire to be a an artist when you guys were barely 10 - you’d been over at his house, and he’d decided to good around on the piano, playing - something - as to what no one knew, as you looked at him and laughed “You know, you should be like… an artist or something someday” you giggled at him “you’re so talented” you fake mocked his ability.

 Looking back on it he was actually quite impressive  for such a young age. The few times you were at his house just as his piano lessons were ending you’d caught the artistic sounds flowing from his family room. You would have listened to him play for days.

“Oh shut up,” he retorted back at you in a squeaky voice as he laughed, causing you to share a giggle. “You laugh Y/n but one day, I will be all big and famous and you’ll be looking back ‘I knew him when’ and you’ll be all jealous,” you both giggled shortly after his mother called the both of you for dinner.

Bringing you to today, as the both of you had walked to the park to hang out because he sister had friends over and you guys had gotten tired of the teasing. You’d been hanging out for a while when you guys made your way to sit on the swing, you’d been talking for a while but you’d noticed something was wrong.

“Chris?” you’d spoke up “Yeah?” he looked up at you.

“Are you… Okay? You look sad..” you’d pouted at him He sighed�� as he spoke “Y/n… I have.. I have something I need to tell you” Chris looked over at you as the two of you sat on the swings.

“What?” you looked over at your best friend, curiously. 

“Do you remember how I told you when I got older.. I wanted to be a performer?..” He looked down and kicked the mulch around under his feet “Well…I...Auditioned...and I passed, and they wanna fly me to Korea..” as he looked back to the ground, avoiding your reaction.

“Oh.. When -""Last weekend, I went last weekend and I heard yesterday” He’d cut you off, Knowing  what you were going to ask him, as he looked back at you, only to see your confused and vaguely hurt expression. You just smiled “you did it… you actually did it” you chuckled “When.. When do you leave..?” your smile started to falter, you were happy for him but… this meant that you’d be losing your best friend. “ 2 weeks? I think.. We’re still figuring stuff out” he chuckled out the response softly.

“Promise me when you make it big.. You’ll still remember me?” you chuckle.

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You’d sat in your room as you are working on a project for work when you see a text pop up

Channie <3: Are you free?

For you, always 

No sooner did you send the text did you get a facetime notification from him. “Hey you, I’m just finishing getting ready for bed and wanted to check on my favorite girl,” he smiles at the camera as you see him pull a hoodie over his head getting comfortable in bed as he watches you work. “Wait a second, Mister, why are you just now laying down - Isn't it after midnight there?” you paused your work looking at your phone screen, knowing how tight his schedules have been lately.

He laughs at you “Yeah.. but I couldn’t miss our regularly scheduled facetime call… again,”  He shyly looks around feeling a bit guilty, “plus we have tomorrow off”

“Fine… you get a pass just this once,” you chuckle at him. “But you know I understand you’re busy right? I could never be mad at you to begin with especially during comeback season Chris… you’re working so hard.” you say softly as you place your chin in your hand looking at him as he smiles, hiding in his hoodie causing you to laugh. “You’re gonna make me blush,” he laughs as his head pokes back out of his hoodie.”Good” you retort back at him, laughing. “You deserve to know how proud I am of you, how proud everyone is. You know.. “ your voice softened as you spoke, looking at him through the camera. He smiled softly. A smile you’d grown to love because it meant he understood what you’d said, even if he didn’t say it. 

He let out a soft sigh, causing you to look back over at his sleepy form. “Chris? What's wrong?” you knitted your brows together in confusion. “I miss you..” he lulls out. “I miss my best friend, more than ever recently,” He chuckles softly, seeming a little embarrassed at his confession. “I miss you too, you know.. It's been too long since we’ve curled up on my couch for a move and some shitty take out,” you smiled trying to pull him out of his current mental state. 

“I’ll be home next month, and you’re the first stop as soon as I land,” he stated, causing you to smile “I can’t wait,” you responded. “I’ll make sure I’ll keep your favorite snacks around because I know you’ll be here more than at your own house,” you chuckled at him. “Is it a crime to want to see my favorite person?” he scoffs as he hears you start to laugh.

 The laugh he’d never tell you warmed his heart, made everything seem a little better. When he was having a terrible day and you guys would talk, the minute you’d giggle or laugh, he’d forgotten what made him upset in the first place. He just smiled back at you, his best friend. 

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One day you’d been at your apartment, tidying up as you normally do on the weekends, you’d known Bang Chan would be coming home to visit within a couple days so you wanted to make sure your space was tidy for him. You knew he’d had a day off today but you’d not heard from him, even despite the time difference you’d usually hear from him by now so you pull out your phone to text him.

Chris? I just wanted to check on you - you’re normally alive by now, is everything okay?

You waited a bit before setting your phone back on the counter, you chalked it up to maybe he pulled another all nighter at the studio and just hadn't woken up yet, so you put your phone down and continued to clean.

His plane just landed in Australia, not even his own family knew he was here, he wanted to see you. As soon as he gets off the plane and back through customs, he’s all but sprinting to your apartment. It’d been almost a year since you guys had properly seen each other, and he was not about to wait a second longer.

His ride from the airport he’d seen your text, and he didn’t respond because he knew he’d give himself away. You were bad at surprises but he was worse. He got dropped off in front of your apartment, and he scrambled up to your door.

You’d been playing their most recent comeback blasting through your phone speaker to keep you motivated, because you were nothing if not his #1 supporter from day one. Just as the song finished you heard a knock at your door, causing you to pause, both yourself and the music. Was it louder than you thought and your neighbor was coming to yell at you again?

Carefully you made your way over to your door as you opened it, ready to spew apologies when - Chris? You’d stood there wide eyed, were your eyes playing tricks on you? He stood there and looked at you, with his signature smile - the one only you knew. 

“Christopher?....” you’d managed to speak up after a few moments of silence “Surprise” he managed to get out as he giggled. You rushed into his arms engulfing him in a hug, nearly sending the both of you tumbling back as he laughed hugging you closer to him. “What are you - why are you here? You aren't supposed to be back for a couple more days!” you choked out, on the verge of tears. Causing him to pull back and look at you. 

“Hey, no crying. You know by now if you cry I will too.” He chuckled “Schedules ended earlier than anticipated and I knew I was needed at home..” he smiled softly at you “Wait..is that my shirt?” He looked down at your casual attire. “Oh.. yeah.. I wore it to sleep in, I didn’t change yet because I was just cleaning today.” You felt a blush creep across your face, hoping he didn’t notice, which he seemingly did not due to just his small laugh. 

You’d welcomed him in, as he took his suitcases to the spare room in your apartment, which you only had because when you moved out he convinced you to get a place with a second room so he could come stay with you when he was in town. You’d heard the shower turn on, figuring he was trying to wash up from traveling, taking note of the time you pulled out your phone ordering his favorite take out. 

Just as he rejoins you in the living room he smells the freshly delivered food and spots you setting up something in your living room “y/n?” he calls out to you, causing you to turn around and you can’t help but smile. “It’s your favorite -  I didn’t have time to go get your favorite snacks so I wanted to do this instead… movie night?” you smiled sheepishly at him causing him to return a much wider smile to you. 

Later that night after eating your fill of takeout, catching up and watching your fair share of terrible movies together you found yourself cuddled up to him, as your eyelids began to grow heavy he took notice. “You know… we can go to bed at any time right?” he spoke softly almost as if he was scared he’d wake you up. “But.. Want to spend time with you,” you cooed at him, half asleep, causing his heart to swell. “I’ll be here when you wake up, you know..” you stirred slightly and nodded your head letting out a defeated “Okay…”  

You’d sleepily stumbled to your own bed with him right behind you making sure you got there safely, once you were in bed he turned around to walk out. 

“Channie?...”  you had whined out for him, pulling at his heart strings he had no other choice but to turn around, it was a nickname you’d picked up from his fans and he grew to love it when you called him that, he turned around and perked up “hmm? What is it, Sunshine?” you’d returned the smile. The nickname he’d given you so many years ago that started  out as a joke, but as you two grew up he realized just how true it was - you were his sunshine.

“Will you stay with me tonight?.. I missed you,” you whined out, you guys had shared a bed all those years ago and usually only when you guys had one too many bottles of soju, but something about the way you asked him… He couldn’t say no. He let out a soft giggle and crawled into bed next to you, almost immediately you drew closer to him as if he was your favorite stuffed animal. 

Christopher looked down at you, smiling as he gently removed pieces of your hair from your face. Your eyes fluttered up to meet his with a soft but sleepy smile “thank you..” was all you could get out before yawning, causing him to laugh, and unbeknownst to you, tug at his heart strings. 

For years now, he’s cherished the late night facetime calls, phone conversations, random visits, everything you two could do together, everything you did. All those years ago, back when you were standing at the airport with his family, he realized he could never let you go, not because you were all he’d ever known, but because he was in love with you. It took years for him to finally admit it to himself, but he swore you’d never know, he needed you - and if that meant as a friend, he’d learn to love you just the same. “Chris?” your voice broke him out of his thoughts as he looked down at you. “Hmm?” he responded softly as he cupped your face, gently stroking his thumb over your cheek, almost in an attempt to cradle you to sleep. “You’re staring… “ you giggled at him “you only ever stare when you’re so deep in thought it’s nearly impossible to snap you out of it.” he blushed at your words hiding his face in the pillow, laughing softly, “Sorry.. I guess you could say.. I’m just happy to be back home.” he manages, causing you to smile back at him “and i'm happy I have home back.” your words barely above a whisper and he swears he wouldn’t have heard it had he not been staring at you.

He can't help but chuckle and he feels like his ears are on fire, he was home to you too? “C’mere you,” he laughs as he pulls you into his chest, you smile, wrapping yourself around him, resting your face in the crook of his neck. 

This, this was home, it always had been since you two were kids. 

Growing up, Christopher was slightly older, so at first you always viewed him as your big brother, he kept the mean kids away, growing into making sure the things kids were making fun of you for weren't true, to almost getting into a fight before he flew to Korea because one of your childhood bullies figured out he wouldn’t be around  to protect you. Christophers arms were there to welcome you anytime you needed him, something you only realized you’d missed when you needed him and he was 1000’s of miles away in a different time zone, when you realized you were in love with your best friend. “Chris… I… I missed this…I missed you…” you feel yourself tearing up, and you weren't sure if it was the tiredness or his scent filling your nose, replaying memories like an old tape that caused it, but you just held him tighter. He pulled back just enough to look down at your tear stained cheeks as he made an attempt to shush you softly. “Sunshine.. I’m here, and I'm not going anywhere, what’s gotten you so flustered?” He coos at you, wiping your tears away, causing you to look up at him as you sniffle.

“I just missed you… Dinner and seeing you sooner than expected just.. It made me realize just how much of me is missing when you’re gone.” you stammer out at him. He smiles at you, a smile worth a thousand words.”I leave a part of me here when I go back to Korea too you know..’ he whispers in kind. 

You look up through your wet lashes to see him smiling at you. “W-what do you mean?” you say softly back to him, trying to wipe the tears off your face, you can't help but notice the blush creeping back onto his face as you ask him.”Chris…?” you ask him curiously. “Y/n.. I.. i can’t do this anymore” he says to you almost defeated as he looks away from you causing your heart to race from the anxiety. “What..What do you mean?” you can feel the tears welling back up. Seeing your reaction he rushes to comfort you, pulling you closer to him. “Listen sunshine… that isn’t what I meant.. I mean..” he pauses and lets out a heavy sigh “I just.. You’re my favorite girl, my best friend, but you’re more than that…” he pulls back to look at you.

“I’m in love with you…” he says barely above a whisper. 

“What..?” you look up at him, puzzled, “For ho-” 

“Since we were 13, in the airport when I realized just what i’d done, staring back at you waiting for me, i knew when the sadness i felt wasn’t because i’d be leaving you behind, but I’d miss you and everything we did together…” he cups your face, forcing you to look up at him. “And I can’t keep acting like I don’t.” He studies your face, silently begging for some sort of response. “Christopher.. I.. “ you searched for words, for over 10 years now the two of you had been pinning for each other without the other's knowledge, and it all came to this, rain falling outside as you two stared back at the other. 

“I love you too” you stated softly and simply.

He chuckles softly as if he can’t believe what he’s heard, he leans in pressing his lips to yours softly as it feels like a lifetime's worth of emotions flows through the two of you. Every argument, every forgotten goodbye, every missed phone call, every celebration, every moment the two of you shared, all of it being poured into this moment, if his smile spoke 1000 words, his kisses spoke for a million more. 

He slowly pulls away from you, still softly caressing your face.

“Forever?”

“And always, Christopher.”

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Garden of Secrets [40] - Laurel

A.N: The last 3 chapters! ❤️Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support my loves, it made my whole week, you’re amazing!❤️ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think❤️

Summary: An engagement ball can be followed by an unexpected surprise.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of sex, mentions of threats.

Word Count: 3000

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Technically you knew planning an engagement ball was bound to be stressful, of course you did.

But from the way Lottie was treating it, you were beginning to think it was a life-and-death situation.

“Lottie you do realize you didn’t have to come here to make sure me and Ben are coming to the engagement ball?” you asked “Don’t get me wrong, I’m always glad to see you but there is no way we’d miss it. No matter how much Benedict whines about you and Anthony getting married, he’s actually happy for you.”

“Oh I know!” she said as she sat beside you on the bench. You were in the garden, enjoying your book in the gazebo after having spent hours in the greenhouse while Benedict was busy with his painting in his studio. “I cannot stay long because I must go to the Bridgerton House but before that, I figured I could come here and give you this.”

She put the wrapped rectangular box that she was holding into your lap and you tilted your head.

“What is this?”

“This is sort of a thank you for accepting to be my maid of honor,” she said, making you smile.

“Lottie, you really shouldn’t have…” you said as you unwrapped the box and held your breath when you saw the chocolates. “I take it back, I’m glad you did.”

She let out a laugh as you hugged her and pulled back to look at her better.

“It’s my privilege to be your maid of honor,” you said as you popped a chocolate into your mouth and offered her, but she shook her head.

“I feel as if I’m in the most pleasant dream,” she whispered like she was giving you a secret. “I never thought Tony would love me back and the funny part is—”

“He never thought you’d love him back?”

“Yes!” she said. “Can you believe it?”

“I absolutely can,” you said with a laugh, then reached out to hold her hand. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Thank you!”

You grabbed another piece of chocolate, then chewed on it.

“So are you very excited for the engagement ball?”

“Very tense, more likely,” she said. “I hope everyone will like it.”

“Of course they will,” you assured her. “And you’re not doing it for them, you’re doing it for you.”

“That is something I must repeat to myself a lot, yes,” she said with a sigh. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m so happy about the wedding and such but I’m also happy for the time I’ll get to be alone with Tony after all this.”

“I know how that feels,” you said, smiling slightly and she looked around.

“Benny is in his studio?”

“Mm hm, painting.”

“I must go but you must give him my regards.”

“You don’t want to say hello to him?”

“I’m not going to interrupt him while he’s painting, he might lose focus,” she said and stood up, then kissed you on the cheek. “I will see both of you tonight?”

“Cross my heart,” you said and hugged her. “Tell the family I said hello!”

“Will do!” she said and walked away, and you looked back at the house before making your way there. You hummed a song to yourself, still carrying the box of chocolates, and climbed the stairs, then walked down the hallway to approach the closed door of the studio.

You only hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door, then stepped back.

“Yes?” Benedict’s voice carried outside and you smiled slightly.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, is there something terrible going on there?”

The footsteps came closer, then the door opened halfway, letting you see him and you repressed a grin. He looked handsome as always but there were traces of paint all over his hands and his white shirt, and his hair was tousled as if he had been running his hands through it the way he always would when he was stressed. You tilted your head.

“Did you lose a fight with the canvas or something?”

“I’m winning actually,” he said as he gave you an excited grin and you leaned sideways to the doorframe, then held up the box.

“Do you want a chocolate?”

“God yes,” he said and grabbed one to pop it into his mouth. “Where did this come from?”

“Lottie dropped by, she didn’t want to interrupt you while you were painting,” you said. “She brought me chocolates to thank me for accepting to be her maid of honor.”

Benedict blinked a couple of times. “Wait, we get treats for that?”

“I got treats for that,” you corrected him. “You’re the best man, what did Anthony give you?”

“…A speech.”

You clicked your tongue. “Ah well, that sounds like the consequences of your choices.”

“He’s my brother, I honestly did not have a choice in that,” he said, eyeing the chocolates. “How come you get chocolates and I get a speech?”

“Probably because I’m nicer than you,” you said with a grin. “There’s no other explanation here.”

“Mm hm, I’m sure.”

“So the painting?” you asked, standing on your tiptoes to sneak a look inside but he tut-tutted, blocking your view.

“Not yet.”

“What’s it about?”

“You’ll see,” he said. “Y/N, I can’t explain, I…ever since that night, it’s like I’m more inspired than I’ve ever been in my entire life.”

You could feel the warmth spreading inside your chest and you shifted your weight, letting a smile pull at your lips.

“And yet I cannot see it?” you asked, nodding in the direction of the room and he shook his head.

“Not yet, but you will be the first person to see it once it’s finished.”

You hummed, pretending to be in deep thought. “Do you promise?”

He smiled softly, then leaned in to brush his lips against yours, making you heave a happy sigh.

“On my honor,” he said. “You’ll see it before anyone else.”

“Very well, I guess I’ll leave you alone to work on it,” you said. “Just don’t forget, we must be at Lottie and Anthony’s engagement party before eight o’clock.”

He made a face. “After Anthony’s huge speech about responsibilities, how could I?”

“See, the speech was useful,” you pointed out, and walked away from him, popping a chocolate into your mouth. “But chocolates are still better!”

                                                    *

You had to admit, though you knew Lottie and Anthony’s engagement ball would be beautiful, even you did not see this coming. Every single guest looked like they were having so much fun while Anthony and Lottie seemed like they were in their own happy bubble, as if blind to anyone else in the ballroom.

“Anthony a married man…” Colin murmured as he sipped his drink while Eloise shook her head. “Now I know the world is coming to an end.”

Benedict grinned. “You do realize what it means right?” he asked. “Mother will focus on only you two the next season.”

“This is your fault, you know?” Eloise asked and Benedict tilted his head.

“How is that?”

“First you, then Daph…” she tilted her glass in Daphne and Simon’s direction who were talking to Lady Danbury and Lady Bridgerton on the other side of the ballroom. “And now Anthony. Even Colin almost got married this season!”

“The season of scandals,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders and Colin heaved a sigh.

“Has someone put the whole family under a spell I wonder.”

“Not me,” Eloise said. “I remain to be the smartest among you all.”

Benedict pushed her shoulder with his in a joking manner. “Does this mean you’re not looking forward to the next season when you will have so many suitors to entertain, El?”

“You take that back!”

“I’ll help you threaten them,” you assured Eloise. “Don’t worry. Eloise before I forget, do you want a knife?”

“She does not want a knife,” Benedict answered in a haste before Eloise could. “I do not trust her with a knife.”

“I second that,” Colin said and Eloise leaned in so that she could whisper into your ear.

“Please tell me you’re getting me a knife.”

You winked at her and nodded, then sipped your drink.

“When we return to Aubrey Hall in two weeks, we will have nowhere to run,” Eloise said. “I mean I can’t stay at your house because you two are sickeningly in love, and so are Daphne and Simon, and now, Anthony and Lottie. Where am I supposed to go to in order to see no romance?”

“It is a challenge,” you said and Colin shot you a look.

“Did you miss the part she said you two are sickeningly in love?” he asked. “I mean you’ve always been but lately it’s even…it’s different, it’s much more than before.”

You and Benedict exchanged glances and you pursed your lips to hold back your grin while Benedict ran a hand over his mouth to keep his expression straight.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he managed to say and Lady Bridgerton raised a hand to motion at them to come over. Eloise heaved a sigh and looked up at Colin.

“Come on,” she said and Colin downed his drink, then they both made their way to her. You looked around, standing on your tiptoes.

“Have you seen Josie?” you asked. “Or Andrew, or Bess?”

“Not yet,” Benedict said. “I’m sure they will be here soon.”

“Hello you two!” Lottie’s cheerful voice reached you, making you turn around. She threw herself into your arms and you hugged her tight, smiling wide. Anthony grabbed the glass from Benedict’s hand and took a sip, making him frown.

“Get your own God damn glass!”

“Every time any footman makes his way to me, someone pulls us into a conversation,” Anthony said, still holding Lottie’s hand with his free hand. “I swear to you, I couldn’t even eat anything yet.”

“Still doesn’t explain why you’re taking my glass—”

“I’m the oldest, that’s why.”

“This is your engagement ball!”

“I could give you my glass Tony,” Lottie said like a melody and Anthony pressed a kiss on the back of her hand.

“No need my love.”

“Everyone has so much to tell us,” Lottie told Benedict. “So much advice about marriage too, it’s rather overwhelming.”

“Probably they’re still waiting for you to wake up and see the light and change your mind about marrying him Charlie, the wedding is next week so it’s not too late—”

“Benedict!”

“I mean he stole my drink, is this really the type of person you want to grow old with?” Benedict motioned at Anthony with a grin while Anthony rolled his eyes.

“Unbelievable.”

“I’m still working on your wedding present by the way,” he told her, making her gasp. “It should be ready by the time the social season is over.”

“You got us a wedding present? Aw Benny, you shouldn’t have!”

“Yeah well, if you can’t fight it…” Benedict said with a shrug but the happy grin on his face told a different story than his pretend nonchalance. Lottie pulled him into a hug, and he hugged her back.

“Congratulations to you both by the way,” Benedict said as Lottie pulled back, “In case I forgot to say that. I really am happy for you.”

“That is uncharacteristically mindful of him, is this your doing?” Anthony asked you and you let out a laugh.

“I’d love to take credit but no.”

“And how is it going with the plan—” Anthony started but cleared his throat when Benedict shot him a look. “The plan with the…the art thing that you uh—that you do?”

You pulled your brows together. “Hm?”

“I have this plan for a new painting,” Benedict said. “It’s going quite well brother.”

“Keep me informed about that, will you?”

“Sure—”

“Oh isn’t this the happy couple?” A lady you didn’t even know touched Lottie’s arm. “Do you two mind if I borrowed them?”

“Of course not,” you said and Anthony heaved a dramatic sigh while Lottie squeezed his arm as if trying to console him.

“We will see you later,” she said and both Anthony and she followed the lady to the small crowd on the other side of the ballroom. You pressed your lips together to hide your smile, then looked up at Benedict.

“What plan?”

Benedict turned to you. “Hm?”

“What plan was he talking about?”

“I told you,” Benedict said with a shrug of his shoulders, then held out his hand. “Just the painting, that’s all. A dance, my lady?”

                                                *

By the time the ball was over, it was almost dawn. Lottie looked like she was about to pass out from exhaustion, so you gave her a quick hug, then you and Benedict told everyone else you would see them the next day and -which was technically today- and got on the carriage.

“Is it just me or was Andrew a bit distracted?” you asked while the carriage moved through the street and Benedict thought for a moment, then shook his head.

“Probably because Felix wasn’t there?”

“Maybe,” you murmured and rested your head on his chest, letting out a small groan. “I’m so tired.”

Benedict buried his nose into your hair, throwing his arm over your shoulder so that he could hold you tighter.

“At least they’ll have their wedding before we all go back to countryside,” he said. “I wouldn’t be expecting any other ball from them for at least next season.”

“Because they’ll be very busy?” you asked with a grin and he made a face.

“Yeah yeah… Please don’t remind me.”

“What are you getting them as their wedding present?”

“I’m going to paint their portrait together,” he said as you pulled back to look at him better, your jaw dropping. “And send it to Aubrey Hall because I honestly think when I see my sweet Charlie as Anthony’s wife, I might just—”

“Stop with that, I was there when you told them you were happy for them,” you said with a laugh. “So is that what you’re working on then?”

“Not yet,” he said. “I’ll get to it once I’m done with the painting I’m already working on. It’s about to be finished.”

“And I’ll be the first to see?”

“And you’ll be the first to see,” he said with a mischievous smile before kissing you, and the carriage came to a stop. Benedict got out of it and helped you out, and you both started walking to the house, still holding hands.

“So everyone is going back to Aubrey Hall in two weeks then?”

“Well everyone but us and Daphne,” he said as you two climbed the marble stairs leading to the house. “I forgot you still haven’t seen there, or our home in the countryside.”

A warmth spread inside your chest and you took a deep breath.

“But we’re moving all the flowers from this greenhouse to the countryside house?” you felt the need to ask and he nodded his head.

“Of course. Might be a little time because the greenhouse there still hasn’t finished but I was thinking,” he said as you both reached the door and walked through it, entering the foyer. “Maybe we could get some and put them in the house and once the greenhouse is finished—”

“Mr. Bridgerton,” the butler’s voice reached you and you both turned your heads to see him approach you. “There’s a note for you, it arrived a couple hours ago.”  

“Thank you,” Benedict said, taking the letter from him and you tilted your head.

“Just now?” you asked. “That’s not very common, everyone is asleep. Who’s it from?”

Benedict ripped open the envelope to read the note, a grin curling his lips as he got to the end of the lines, and let out a breath.

“Oh thank God, finally.”

“What?” you asked and Benedict lowered the letter, then gave you a soft smile.

“My love, I haven’t been the most honest with you I’m afraid,” he said, making your heart skip a beat and you pulled back slightly, a frown pinching your brows together.

“About what?”

“Me and Andrew, remember we talked the other night?”

You nodded your head, still frowning.

“Well you said your parents didn’t even know Josie was here, but that they were blackmailing her about that letter.”

“Yes?”

“So it got me thinking, if they didn’t even know she was here, there was no reason at all why they would bring the letter with them here.”

You blinked a couple of times. “Uh… I suppose?”

“So we sent someone to the countryside to go find that letter in their house while your parents are here.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“Someone we can trust—Anthony knows him, that’s what he was talking about today,” he assured you. “And I told him to take the letter to Andrew and give it to him directly, no one else, but to let me know immediately so…” he held up the note. “He apparently found it and wrote to me that he would wait for Andrew to come home so that he can deliver it in person.”

You could feel the shock taking over your whole mind and you tried to wrap your head around it.

“…You mean to tell me—”

“I mean to tell you that there’s nothing at all they can use against Josie and Bess,” he said. “And they’re not going to hurt you, or Josie, or Teddy. Ever again.”

A relieved laugh spilled from your lips before you flung yourself into his arms and he caught you to hug you tight, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Ben, I don’t know what to say,” you managed to mutter, still in disbelief. “Thank you, you…you didn’t have to help—”

“Your family is my family,” he said. “Of course I will help however I can.”

You looked up at him and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I love you,” you said and he gave you a lopsided grin.

“I love you too,” he muttered and leaned in to brush his lips against yours again, making you smile. “In this life and the next, darling.”

Chapter 41

[typicalopposite]

inspiration saturday <3

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take me back - tommy amnesia fic - from ch 2

They release him a few hours later, and he orders an Uber to take him home— he can go get his truck later; he supposes he should take a couple days off anyway given… everything, anyway. He pushes his front door open and walks into the cold dark… empty house. Even though he hadn’t felt it in the moments between waking up in the garage and leaving for Evan's, the loneliness and heartbreak that has accumulated over the past year is felt as soon as his foot crosses the threshold. In the foyer, the framed 8x10 picture Evan took of them on his porch swing that used to be the first thing you see entering his house… is gone. 

Evan’s extra pair of running shoes are gone from the shoe rack. His Kiss The Chef apron is gone from the kitchen. His homemade almond milk is gone from the fridge. His toothbrush, and his drawers of clothes— plural because he often left his clothes and wore Tommy’s home— and his ‘your sheets suck, so I’m buying you a new set’, bed in a bag, early birthday gift is gone from his room… It is as if they never existed, just like Evan predicted. 

Except in Tommy’s head they just existed yesterday. In his head, yesterday they spent hours on the phone when they should have been resting between calls. They were making plans for what they planned to do to each other after their date. Tommy was dropping the box with the Lakers tickets off at the restaurant and making sure they were brought to the table before they arrived, so Evan wouldn’t see. Yesterday— only it was actually a year ago— Tommy was so fucking happy it sometimes overwhelmed him.  

He crawls into his bed, under the stiff sheets that smell like Tommy, and only him; he tangles himself within them and he allows himself to cry. He allows himself just this moment to grieve, to wallow, and to writhe from the sheer weight of it all until he feels like he is about to throw up… Then he allows the anger to seep in. He screams until his voice is hoarse and the wound in the back of his head is throbbing so strong a horse tranquilizer wouldn’t help him. He punches his pillow over and over until he misses a swing and catches the hard wood of the headboard. Then he reels his hand back and punches at that same spot until his knuckles bleed. 

He draws his hand up to his chest, skin broken and aching just like his heart, and finally allows himself to go numb. He lays on his side and zones out, staring at nothing until darkness creeps into his vision and he falls asleep… 

“Yesterday” he was hopeful this time just might be different. Today he knows he was wrong. 

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pairing: riwoo x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, fluff, some angst maybe, kissing.

summary: short scenarios of firsts with riwoo.

note: this is a series! you can find the other ones here <3 i am OBSESSED with those riwoo's pics because omg he looks so cute and soft :(((

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first time he realises he's in love; the cliché would be you guys having dance lessons together but we are better than that so imagine you are at a convenience store, getting some ramen, sausage and a cold drink to ease the stress of your day while you listened to some music. you would be so focused on the songs blasting on your earphones that you didn't even hear the soft voice calling for you until you felt a hand tapping your shoulder and looked up. pretty eyes staring into yours and a sweet smile greeting you before he spoke up, informing you that the store was supposed to close an hour ago but he didn't want to disturb you. tbh you thought he was the cutest and nicest person ever and he got curious about the way you looked so tired yet so beautiful, so you can bet you kept going there and both of you grew feelings. he knew it from the beginning because ain't nobody doing an extra hour until 1am for almost a MONTH just for fun, bffr. you even thought the store closed at 1am because he never said anything but today he noticed you looked too tired so he spoke up </3

how would he confess; after you guys had your first meeting and actually spoke to each other something more than just a simple "hi, yes, thank you, please" when he was at the register, you quickly tried to appeal more to him as you noticed he was kinda shy. which lead to you waiting for him to finish his shift and walk together to the bus stop while you talked about anything and everything, he was just so fun to be around and he felt the same way. so that day after you left the store and walked through the streets during winter, he held your hand so he could make you stop and look at him before he laughed softly and got closer to you, explaining how happy he felt by your side and that even if he wasn't the best boy in the world, he would like you to give him a chance to make you as happy as you made him.

officially dating w riwoo; do you know about those really clingy yet shy and retracted type of boyfriends that might be mistaken as really dumb and blindly in love and would be so funny to be around, making all sorts of jokes but just to you and with you because he just feels comfortable enough by your side? yeah, well, hi riwoo <33 he would always be making those dad jokes while he looked right into your eyes and waited for you to laugh at the most awful thing ever said by a human being. he would be really clingy, kisses all over your face, cuddles for hours and hours while he just softly caresses your hair and kisses your cheeks, even falling asleep for a while with you on his arms because that's just how much peace you gave him. you obviously did karaoke night every once in a while while singing your lungs out and dancing till your feet hurt.

first kiss; it would just be so cute, he would be so nervous yet decided to do it that it would make him flustered the moment he gets you alone, finally back at home (probably on karaoke night), he would sit besides you and you felt his hands shaking when he grabbed your arm and barely held your stare before looking at the ground. "is something wrong, riri?" his head denied your words but the way he kept shaking made you a little bit sceptical about his answer so you tried to make him look at you only to find his blushed face. "i feel so ashamed right now and i don't know how to ask but-" , "can i kiss you?" riwoo saw heaven's gates opening up when he heard that because he couldn't manage to say it himself. he just nodded and you were already leaning in to hold his face and lock your lips together in an innocent yet slow kiss without tongue that made both of your knees weak.

first time he wanted to do more than just a peck; even though he would be really shy during the first kiss, i do think that after the first was done he would gain confidence and kiss you a lot. so the day you guys were just watching some anime while sharing little pecks and giggles and you felt his hand hold your thigh, you knew that something was gonna happen. specially when you looked up and he just stared down at you with a soft grin, making you move until you were sitting on his lap so he could hold the back of your neck and kiss your lips like he never did before. he would have one hand on your waist and the other one on your nape, his tongue playing with yours in such a sensual way that you couldn't help but start grinding down on him. and even though things were getting hotter with each second that passed by, he managed to giggle during the kiss, pulling away to caress your hair and then your flushed cheeks before saying "i really, really like you, y/n" :((

first time meeting your family; i feel like he would try to pretend like he ain't that nervous but he literally has a notebook with notes about everything you've said to him about your parents, sheets and more sheets of recommendations, things to say, topics of things that were trending when your parent's were young, songs from your parent's favourite singers, he had everything wrote down and yet his hands were sweating and his throat got blocked when he tried to say "hi" to them. it was funny for you because you knew how nervous he was and he had no reason to be because honestly? your parents already loved him, they have heard and seen him multiple times when they video called you and riwoo didn't even notice when he kissed the top of your head and told you to come join him at bed so you could rest. so when they said those little details they have seen, he would nervously laugh and then start to get loose and make those really bad jokes that only him and your dad would laugh about. "i hope you guys get married soon, i want grandchildren" your mom would say without the two males listening "i just hope the kids don't get his sense of humour"

first time w riwoo; when you guys get to the point were this is gonna happen, riwoo is going to look so happy, so smiley and yet looking so hot that it's just crazy. you can't seem to understand the way he looks at you with such adoring eyes while his hands caressed your body. he would be the type to hold your hands while he deeply pounds into your cunt and sweetly smiles at you, kissing your cheeks, your lips, your nose, and even your forehead, brushing his nose against the crook of your neck before sucking lighlty the skin there and making you mewl, your legs trying to shut close but his hips stopping you. "i love you so much" he would whisper every time but the first one would be engraved in the crooks of your brain, always causing a swirl in your stomach and making you blush each time you remember it.

overall, riwoo is a very loving, caring and sweet boy, you could expect the same thing with him as a lover. he is very loyal, extremely, in fact, and has a sense of duty and responsibility that is almost crazy. i also find riwoo to be an observer, not much of a talker yet he always likes to light the mood with a few jokes that are not funny but you end up laughing at his laugh.

i don't think you guys would argue much but when it happens it would probably be over some moral stuff like you wanted to do something or said something that he doesn't find to be kind or actually morally correct. it could you defending an infidelity or someone lying over something so he would definitely speak up and be so offended that he could even say "so you would cheat on me or lie to me because is not such a big deal?" the argument would end in that moment and both of you would apologize for even discussing about it.

he would be close to your parents but not super close tho, he would love you blindly, make you food, take care of you when you're sick, always lighten the mood w silly jokes and definitely introduces you to his friends.

so if you need a puppy like lover but a little bit more introverted, that only has eyes for you but wouldn't fall in the boredom of being too complaint, someone who your parents will love and, eventually, so will your friends, someone with the one you can keep your health due to good alimentation and regular physical activity, and last but not least, someone who will not be the most secure person ever but will make sure to work on it and make you feel the best, then riwoo is your best choice !!

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i think i went overboard with some of those but i'm going through such a riwoo root rn that i couldn't help it 😔 hope y'all enjoyed tho !! 🫶

[contentloadingandstuff]

This is not a post about writing. Sorry.

I don't want to put personal things on this blog. You're here to read the stuff I write, and don't want to listen to me whine. I understand that. And yet here I am.

As predicted, though it came much faster. It's already been a week and I'm starting to have enough of this. The entire day was spent at the university because my lessons are spaced out throughout the day. I have added another two annoying, condescending and egoistic professors. I miss high school already, and I never thought I would - everything was better organised back then. Classrooms packed, stuffy, filthy chair-desks. Every teacher has their own rules and programmes. Every one of them says that it's going to be difficult. Thanks, I didn't realise that when I signed up for five years of law. They give tasks and homework that involve other people, people that I don't know and that seem to not give a flying duck about me when I try to seek them out. So much boring text to dig through, while not even knowing which parts are important. I got into the highest language group (C1) in English. My reward? Two years spent working my ass off with a nasty hag as my teacher. I have to commute ninety minutes to campus. I missed my bus today by two stops. Now it's forty minutes more commuting as punishment. And then twenty minutes on foot. I left my house at 8, I will come back at 20. Twelve hours. Every Monday since now. Half of which are actually spent on learning.

I'm tired. The bed is tough, the flat cramped and lonely. I have left everyone behind for this. Sure, I can travel back to them by train, but that costs. And my teachers allow just two missed classes, else you fail. Money management is giving me decision fatigue. I have long started digging into my savings, the stuff I got on my birthday. The rent is high. I need to get a flatmate to reduce the costs because my grandparents won't let me stay in this tiny flat for less than 3000 PLN (750$) monthly.

On top of that, my friends have gotten less talkative. I don't blame them, they have their own lives. If anybody texts or calls me, it's my family - only to learn about how I fare. Not in general, just at the university. Because there is nothing more to me. They tell me 'ah, yeah, that's going to suck :D' with a cheerful tone. Oh it already does. But I have to answer them that I'm fine, because it wouldn't do any good to tell them to piss off, or at least shut up if they have to be on my back.

I was excited at the prospect of being alone. I wouldn't have to be ashamed, worried or hide things. Independence, privacy. It quickly wore off. I stay up until 3 am, get five hours of sleep and go to uni. I play video games, but even they don't excite me as much as they used to. I feel like I've watched every single video on YouTube by now. I don't have the strength to go for new things now.

Writing is nothing but another source of stress now. When I do my dailies in Genshin I am reminded that I'm not writing. NAU stares daggers at me. I've killed it, but the first remade chapter isn't even halfway ready as of now.

I'm not going to the gym, or leaving the house that much. I'm eating trash food, for just a moment of distraction. I've bought more Lego than I bought for years recently. Just to get a moment of happiness when putting it together. I've spent money on things that I won't use. They don't seem as interesting when they are built. I can't sell them, I've opened them already. I lost two instruction books. They are useless.

I don't have a choice, I need to keep studying, but I don't want to. Now I have nobody to guide me through this mess. I need to work things out myself, but it's not what I can feasibly do.

I hate it here. I hate it now. I regret living up to this moment in my life. I wish I spared myself of all this. But I didn't have the strength to do it, even when I had the best chance.

So uh, writing is gonna be slow alright.

[writing-biting]

4, 28, 38, for the fic ask meme! - min

Hi min!!

Ohh that's a lot!! Thank you so much for the ask and sorry this took so long! I had so much fun answering these ^^

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Nurturing suggests that I haven’t buried them alive or left them to die, so in that case only 3! (Surprising!) Most of the other ideas are sitting comfortably on the backburner, turning slowly to ash.

I would love to! Sitting comfortably in my drafts at 3000 words is a classic Bill Cipher Gets Reincarnated as a Human fic, with a generous splash of Timestuck AU energy— with Bill spawning in the 80s. That idea is getting most of my love right now, and nobody is going to see until it actually has shape, and until I can fix the timestream. (I also need a title, but that shouldn't be too tricky!)

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

LET'S GOOO!

1. ckret2, who you can find both here on tumblr, and on Ao3! I've been reading their Gravity Falls fic 'Wasting Away in the Goldilocks Zone' (also known by the tag #bill goldilocks cipher), and I would go so far as to say that it has completely changed the way I see Bill Cipher as a character, and the Gravity Falls universe as a whole. The fic has an episodic format, and is amazingly long.

A slowburn redemption arc that's actually believable is a rare find, especially for Bill Cipher. The lore in this fic is fascinating, and the tone bounces from silly to horrifying seamlessly.

2. nilchance, who you can find on Ao3, wrote what may very well be my favorite oneshot series of a time. Their series 'ain't this the life' is something I go back to and reread almost regularly.

At a whopping 524,061 words, this series will SOMEHOW still leave you wanting more.

It's about 70% smut and has a good bit of incest, so I can't recommend it to people in good conscience, but by god it makes me insane.

I came for the smut and ended up getting ambushed from behind by plot, companionship, love and working through your trauma to become a better person. It's darkest before the dawn, and sometimes all it takes for Sans to get therapy is his ribs getting smashed open!

3. GoblinNerves (nerves-nebula on here!), has the ability to completely destroy my week with a single oneshot. I will read something it wrote and say surely this time it will be fine. NOPE one week of obsessively thinking about what I read and then a second week of slowly recovering.

I need to prepare myself before I read anything it wrote. Make a cup of tea, have the next few hours to ruminate on it, get comfortable. ALL THIS so the story can work healthily through my system and so I don't end up crying in a bathroom at work later (can't afford to do that, no matter how cathartic!)

It does more comics and art than writing, and you need the context of its art to understand the stuff it writes BUT it is so freaking worth it.

The longest fic they have is Caracal Carousel, which is a TMNT AU fic about Donnie getting groomed. It is so fucking good and fills me with a sinking dread.

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

I'M HOLDING MYSELF BACK and only showing the most recent favorite:

This??? This made me so so happy. Ink being called a creative little lad is so fun to me, and they called my writing DELICIOUS. I am giddy. I am kicking my feet happily. Joy and wonder. This made my whole week

[zacharyja]

Wednesday, May 29, 2024

I have already once written out my entire day in full detail and hit "Save to Draft" in order to save my work so I could finish up later before publishing the post. However Tumblr decided to step out of line and wipe my blog post from existence so I will do my best to write another post given my current unhappy mood of having to redo it over again.

Day Trip to Nara

Today began as it usually does with a class meeting and a mediocre bento box. After the meeting we all boarded the Kintetsu-Kyoto Limited express train line to make our way to Nara, which is about an hour out of Kyoto. This train ride was nothing special but not too bad either I sort of just relaxed for the duration of the trip. After arriving in Nara, we made our way to Nara Park, which is famous for its gatherings of semi-tame wild deer who have become friendly with humans over the years. These deer are believed to be messengers to the gods, and so they were never hunted by humans and have received really no negative interactions with people over many hundreds of years. At some point, people began feeding them Shika (deer) Senbei (rice cracker) and they began to associate this with the traditional widespread Japanese customary head bow.

Thus these deer have learned to bow back to humans as they associate the action with receiving the delicious senbei. It is pretty amazing to be able to just walk up to a random wild deer and bow at it and have it bow back to you. It is also unreal to see so many deer roaming among human civilization, as in the United States you really only see deer hiding in the woods or jumping onto incoming traffic. They are very friendly and do not mind if you pet them or touch their antlers or anything.

After hanging out with the deer for a while we made our way to the Kasuga Taisha Shrine, which is known for having over 3000 donated lanterns, which are all lit together 3 times a year. We obviously did not get to see this but they had a dark room where you could walk through and see what it would be like with simulated lit up lanterns which was decently cool. This temple was built originally in 768, and I am always amazed that they were capable of creating such massive and beautiful structures over 1000 years ago.

After leaving this shrine, we broke for lunch and some friends and I went to a place called "Happy Kitchen" which had a variety of foods and I ended up ordering a Tonkatsu (pork cutlet) Sando (sandwich). This meal was okay but I probably should have gotten the Teriyaki chicken pizza, as I have literally never heard of that before anywhere, but I would feel weird getting pizza so many times in close proximity.

After lunch we headed over to the Todaiji temple, which is one of the largest wooden buildings in the world, and at one point did hold the record. This temple was built in about 750 and has been reconstructed a few times since (as with most every ancient temple/shrine in Japan). This temple is known as the "Great Eastern Temple" and was honestly one of my favorite temples that we have visited.

This temple was also home to the Great Buddha Hall, where one of the biggest Bronze Buddha statues in Japan resides, standing at about 50 feet. This statue represents Vairocana, who is a cosmic Buddha. There is also a belief that if you can fit inside of the Buddha's nose, you will have a good life when you are reborn, and there is a small 18 inch in diameter hole inside of one of the pillars which is allegedly the same size as the nostril of the actual statue. I was able to slip through the hole pretty easily so I am looking forward to a good rebirth I suppose.

After this our group was free for the day so I decided to head over to the Manyo Botanical Garden, which was a short walk from Todaiji Temple. The garden itself was really nice though I must have gotten there just a bit too late in the season as there was not much in bloom and I was hoping to see lots of colorful flowers. The garden was still nice and I enjoyed walking around and viewing all the plants and big trees that they had. It was also pretty funny to see the koi gulping for air above the water trying to get food as people will often throw pellets in here.

After this I made my way back to the hotel to rewrite my blog post where I currently reside. After chilling at the hotel for a bit I met up with a friend to grab some dinner, though the ramen place we were going to go to was closed we decided to hit up a yakitori spot a bit of a ways down the road. This was pretty fun as you can just order whatever you want on your phone as much as you want and each item costs no more than ¥200.

Academic Reflection

After going through the readings for today and participating in the class discussion, I feel that I have strengthened my understanding of Vairocana, and Buddhism in general. Getting to learn about how Vairocana is a cosmic primordial Buddha is pretty interesting in all honesty, as I previously was under the impression that there were no gods in Buddhism, but after this study abroad trip I know now that this is not really the case. While I knew that there were monks and such who had reached enlightenment, most notably Siddhartha Guatama, but many others. I did not know that there existed Buddha's from "immeasurable" years ago, as this to me seems in more close resemblance to other monotheistic gods. It was also interesting hearing about how Kukai founded Shingon Buddhism, which is different from other forms as it is based off of information received straight from Vairocana, rather than given from a "secondary" manifestion Buddha such as Guatama. This was also interesting to hear how there are so many different types of Buddhism and each believes that they have the most accurate information, which differs from Christianity for example where the Bible does not change much usually. Being at the Great Buddha Hall and seeing the massive statue gave me a good insight into how widespread of a reach these religions can have, and how if Kukai never had a dream about the sutra, this all may not have existed.

[misterdaddylonglegs]

I spent 37 days in osaka, with 28 of them spent refining my japanese speaking abilities. I wish I could say I came out of the kokusai koryu centre fluent, spending the last 9 days of my trip effortlessly flirting with married housewives in shithouse bars along dotonbori, but instead I left feeling lonely and unsure about myself. My main dilemma was a central tenet of my identity was tested; that I can get along with anyone and make friends anywhere.

It seems that this was not the case. I struggled to make friends with the 20 or so other people partaking in the winter intensive course and I rationalised this as a mismatch of personality. That these freakish type-a dorks didn't take up any of my offers to go bar hopping through kishiwada because they were boring and I was literally too much fun that it might kill them. Whilst I was sucking down premium malt lagers they were doing group excursions to the local supermarket. In my drunken musings I thought about how lame they were whilst I, the effortlessly cool guy was trying to explain basketball shoes live from the queen elizabeth hall to the deeply uninterested bartender.

After around 200ish beers and discussions with some of my inner circle back home in Melbourne I realised my perspective was skewed. It was hard for me to admit to myself I've spent $3000 to go overseas and do uni for 8 hours a day just to have no friends, but it was even harder to admit that maybe the other 19 people who so effortlessly formed their own cliques and posses were not the problem but rather I was. After this realisation I stopped focusing so much on how the others thought of me. I stopped trying to show how cool I was by coming in every morning to class with a bottle of water and a can of coffee to soothe my hangover. I stopped clicking my tongue in the cafeteria hall when I heard plans of walking to the beach and skipping stones at night. I put my walls down and instead of dismissing the very basic functions of human friendship as being cringe normie shit, I spent time actually getting to know the people in my course.

3 weeks in I had managed to worm my way into the inner circle. Bike rides and dorm room drinks and nights out in izumi sano followed. I was pretty happy with myself, I managed to do what shinji couldn't (in EoE) I tore my walls down and let myself be known. But as the term finished and we all went our separate ways I couldn't change that niggling feeling of self doubt. That I couldn't fit in and I was to be once again thrown outside of the inner ring to grapple with my loneliness. Because of this irrational worry and my own defensive personality, every day I scrolled through peoples instagram stories watching them have fun together and sunk into my old habit of izakaya's and embarrassingly poor quality japanese conversation. I would be lying if I said it wasn't fun, but it wasn't all too fulfilling either and I would stumble home, feeling an incel like disappointment I couldn't connect deeply with anyone.

Coming home from the trip with 24 hours of transit I had a lot of time to think back about what I'd just experienced. I realised that the only real thing stopping me from connecting with others deeply is my own self doubt, and my bad habit of pigeon-holing others to protect my ego. Whilst my main goal was to become a super fluent MattVsJapan like freak, I think understanding myself at a deeper level and understanding my own anxieties of being loved is not a bad consolation prize.

[thesiat]

Oooh, a glasses post! Let me add my own knowledge to this:

My Background/Context/Qualifications: I've been wearing glasses for all waking hours since I was 4, and probably needed them earlier but 4 was the earliest kids could get glasses at the time I was a kid. Everyone in my family wears glasses and my mom has since childhood.

- I cannot see faces at all without my glasses, and that combined with my autism in interesting ways that resulted in I recognise people I know by their voices more than their face, like a fully blind person would. So a fun character detail to keep in mind!

- When I'm overstimulated or things are too bright, taking my glasses off can make things seem less bright. This might be because things are out of focus.

- Glass lenses break easily.

- Wire frames are lighter than plastic or horn.

- The worse your character's vision is, the thicker and heaver the lenses. For characters in societies that only have glass lenses, this means the lenses will get smaller. Large lenses are a luxury given to use by plastics (and are still really fucking heavy for higher prescriptions!). When my mom was a kid in the 60s she had what she calls 'coke bottle bottom' lenses. This causes heavy distortion of the eyes, hence why caricatures of people with glasses tend to draw their eyes as disappearing (near-sighted is more common than far-sighted).

- Before anti-glare and anti-reflective coatings (I'm old enough to remember this time), glasses had all kinds of problems with glare and reflections and the like. Light is going to be a problem for glasses without these coatings, and there's a reason I don't like overhead lights--I'm used to them causing glare. Even now, they still can. Lenses are still lenses.

- On that note--glasses can cause sunburn on your cheekbones. I had permanent rosy cheeks as a kid bc of being a little kid who liked to play outside in a place with over 3000 sunshine hours a year. Little kids don't like wearing hats, and we couldn't afford sunglasses AND regular glasses every year. They are in the exact spot blush would be too, so they're hard to notice. Again, a detail that I never see and want to point out.

- I can in fact read and see things in detail without my glasses--it just has to be like 3-4 inches in front of my face, in good light. My rx is quite high, though not the highest of the folks I know. I need about -6.75 on my worst eye, which is quite nearsighted indeed, but I have friends who are moreso.

- On that note, if there's even a small difference in prescription between your eyes, taking your glasses OFF can be pretty fucking terrible. I get headaches VERY quickly just bc my eyes are giving two different levels of focus, and that's not accounting for one has astigmatism and one doesn't. The people above me are talking about headaches from wearing their specs, but I get them if I DON'T wear mine. And in fact headaches are one of the first symptoms optometrists have used, for a long time, to know that you need glasses.

- It's actually more common than you think for glasses-wearers to not notice how dirty their specs have gotten, and in fact there's a really good bit about this in Tamora Pierce's Circle of Magic series that made little kid me very happy because it was ACCURATE.

- Colourblindness is not the same thing as not being able to focus, which is not the same thing as nystagmus or strabismus (not being able to keep your eye still in various ways, whether the muscles of your eye are uniformly weak and tremble or one side is weak and your eye drifts), which is not the same as astigmatism (double vision or warped vision), which is not the same thing as visual hallucinations, which is not the same thing as vertigo or other inner ear problems (vertigo is an inner ear issue not an eye issue!). These are all separate things that can occur on top of each other in any combination.

- Special Note: Albinism is an eye condition. The apigmentation is a symptom of an eye condition. People (and animals) with albinism (do NOT call a person 'albino' if you are not someone who has albinism!) lack pigment in their eye, which relies on pigment to work. But additionally, albinism in humans seems to also affect the muscles that move the eye around, so people with albinism don't just have trouble focussing--they also have a constant 'overexposure' effect (because their sclera and iris aren't blocking out light), and can have various kinds of trouble with moving their eyes. Albinism is a disability, and a lot of if not most folks with it are legally blind, which means they are so blind that it cannot be corrected farther than 20/200 with glasses. That said, legally blind is not the same as totally blind.

- There's a lot of myths about 'reading in the dark will make you nearsighted' and that, but I'm pretty sure that's not true. I'm nearsighted not because I read in poor light, but because my mom and dad were both nearsighted. Eyestrain isn't the same thing as being permanently near- or far-sighted.

- As you get older, focussing between near and far things gets slower! Being able to see in low light also goes away slowly. I used to have really good darkvision and focus speed, but it definitely decayed after I turned thirty. Other people may have it decay slower than me, as I have some other bodily quirks that might be making my body age faster.

- Many folks who don't start out needing glasses become more far-sighted as they age!

- Needing glasses is an example of a disability that has become fairly normalised in our society, but it isn't totally normal yet--it's still rare to see characters with glasses, and most performers that need them are pressured to not use them on screen or stage because it's seen as detrimental to their versatility or attractiveness (bullshit!); my mom grew up with the phrase 'Men don't make passes at girls who wear glasses'.

- people who wear glasses need specially-designed masks--of any kind, even the kind that don't cover their glasses. One of my biggest frustrations growing up was not being able to wear fun masks. It is possible to design masks around glasses but have you ever seen any? Exactly. I also have to use fashion tape on my nose when I wear masks over my mouth and nose, otherwise my glasses fog up.

- Makeup is also kind of a bitch when you can't see well. I can't wear foundation or contour my face because I can't see what I'm doing from farther than three inches away. Wearing glasses also means wearing mascara is a delicate operation, and false eyelashes are right out. Glasses also make it harder for people to see your eye makeup in detail, though not impossible! I still wear makeup but I also pick out very wild and colourful glasses as a way of adding the same colour and shaping to my face.

- on that note, glasses are a way to express your character's style! They're an accessory! They come in so many shapes and colours and sizes. I've had every colour under the sun and most of the shapes too. Granted the fact we can do crazy shapes that aren't round is because of plastics, but even so there are still glasses chains and so forth.

- Your eyes appear smaller when wearing glasses for nearsightedness, and larger when wearing them for far-sightedness. This actually goes for the entire area of your face your glasses are covering, so there's a strange effect when seeing someone's face at an angle, that can make their face look very different with and without glasses. When I take my glasses off for example, people are shocked at how big my eyes are.

- Glasses aren't the only aid people used for vision correction! Monocles were used by many when only one eye needed a bit of correction, pince-nez were a type of glasses that pinched your nose to stay on, rather than having a big frame hooking over your ears, and a quizzing-glass was a small magnifying lens on a fancy chain that was a VERY popular accessory during the English Regency. Dandies would often hold it out and peer through it when they were making a point about how ugly someone's fashion was, or to make other social 'cuts' as they were called.

- You need a place to put your glasses when you sleep. Being scared of losing them is a real thing! My heart stops when I hear them clatter to the floor from my nightstand when I'm reaching for them, or if I can't find them immediately!

- People who need new glasses every year keep the old ones for emergencies.

- If you start off needing glasses as a kid, your vision will change rapidly from year to year, then settle out when you hit adulthood--that doesn't mean it stops getting worse entirely, though!

- Glasses are a prosthetic; they're a part of your body after a while, and while some people always feel they're alien and unwanted, I can't imagine my body without glasses. It's REALLY upsetting when people ask to see through them (thankfully that doesn't happen as much as it did when I was little) or grab them away from me--like those are my eyes, don't touch my eyes!!! That's part of my body! So it's likely some characters that rely on glasses will feel similarly to me, or will feel maybe not so similar. It really depends on when you got them and how much you need them.

- YOU ARE NOT MORE INTELLIGENT BECAUSE YOU NEED GLASSES. I'm so sick of glasses being a shorthand for high intelligence, this really harms people!! I have learning disabilities and wear glasses and people straight up did not believe I was struggling just because I wore glasses, because of this stereotype! Please remember that making your character with glasses supergenius intelligent is NOT empowering to us! It's a stereotype and it's harmful! Make them a himbo/bimbo instead! I seriously have never ever in my life seen a dumb or even regular intelligence character who wears glasses other than harry fucking potter. Do better!

Writing Characters with Glasses

Glasses are one of those components in writing that one just knows whether the writer has any experience with or not from the offset. So how do we write glasses-wearing characters or characters with impaired vision?

What is your character's eye strength?

Now, you don't have to know your character's exact diagnoses but you should know what sightedness your character has. Near-sighted means your character has trouble seeing things far way but can see things up close. Far-sightedness means a character can see things better in the distance than they can in before them.

Typically, one eye can be weaker or stronger than another, so a lense may be slightly thicker or slimmer than the other. Myself, my left eye is much weaker than my right.

Wearing Glasses

Typically when you wear glasses, you start to ignore the frames in your peripheral vision, however if you may notice it more if you haven't been wearing your glasses for a while.

Also when you change lenses, your sight is funny for a while. Things, like the fucking ground itself, seem a lot closer which can lead you to feel very disoriented. Its best to break glasses in gradually, in the words of Our Lady, Theresa Manion, "Do not make unnecessary journeys, do not take risks on treacherous roads..."

Glasses can get dirty and smudged very easily and do require cleaning. You may often see somebody wipe their glasses with their shirt tail but this isn't always effective, some fabrics just worsen the issue. Dry tissue paper is the best or a glass cloth. Frames also should be cleaned too.

Glasses tend to fog up when it rains, when you sweat or when you're somewhere steamy or drinking/eating something really hot. It can be a nuisance but it usually won't impair your vision that much.

Glasses can strain your eyes and start to chafe after a while. Long periods of wearing glasses can make your eyes start to ache (it always happens to me) and the best thing to do is just remove them and rest your eyes. The frames can also rub against the tops of your ears or the bridge of your nose.

People who need glasses tend not to remove them very often. If your vision is very bad, you won't be whipping your glasses off at every opportunity like Horatio Caine. If you only need reading glasses or need glasses for specific tasks you, wouldn't wear them 24/7 as it can further damage your eyes (I did this and now I can barely see 4ft ahead of me).

You can do tasks without your glasses but you do feel more cautious, especially if you have difficulty making out details. Glasses usually make you more comfortable in situations.

And as for the whole pushing up glasses when they slip (and they do slip but gradually), there's no right way or wrong way. Personally, I adjust by moving the entire frame between my thumb and forefinger so I don't smudge the lense. But pushing it up by the bar that crosses your nose is also effective.

When you're not wearing glasses

Not wearing glasses isn't delibiltating if your character's sight isn't majorly mad. As I mentioned before, they can still carry out tasks. But not wearing glasses can leave you a little unsure and sometimes disoriented.

Most people can still see without glasses, things just aren't as focused. For me, things get very fuzzy especially if they are far away but I can still make out the shape - for example, I can see how many fingers you're holding up but not your ring. I can do a lot of tasks without glasses.

When you're not wearing your glasses, you do tend to squint which can help you see a little better or tend to lift things to your eyes to see them better.

Characters wearing glasses

If your character loses their glasses in a fight, they won't be unable to fight back. They can likely still see some things.

Glasses hurt when knocked from your face, you can cut or bruise from a blow to the glasses. (it's happened to me which is why I have a massive scar on my forehead).

Your character will likely dislike going to the optician. Getting your eyes looked into by a stranger with a torch is irritating. Buying new glasses is a long drawn out hellish experience.

Breaking your glasses will upset your character, mainly because they're expensive. A character may opt to get the glasses fixed instead of replaced.

Your character will keep their glasses near at all times. Sleeping, they will be in reach. In the shower, they will be somewhere close by. Glasses may your more confident in your ability so they will always be near.

Also your character will likely not store their glasses in a pocket (they can break) or on their heads (your hair can smudge the lenses).

If your character has one of those early 2000s rom-com moments where their glasses are removed so the world can see their "true beauty", yeah that isn't a thing. Now that person can't fucking see.

Also, your character will likely hate anybody grabbing their glasses or wanting to try them on.

[overflowchute]

venting

legitimately all i fucking want is to have a normal fucking life and be happy and i can't even have that because i'm fucking poor and i can't afford literally anything that'd make my life better, and now i have to face an insanely high bill that'll make everything in my life harder and the worst bit is that legitimately i don't know what the fuck i;m going to do if it happens again. it'll probably cost like 3000 dollars or something just to get this dealt with at the dealership and then what do i even do with my car? i don't want to drive it to work anymore which makes this job so much more frustrating, but i need to keep working it because otherwise i won't have any money at all. ive been interviewing for all these better jobs that im hopeful about but they're all way more distant and now they're just utterly not an option for me if i can't drive!!! im stuck with this stupid fucking job where im going to have to take the bus and change my entire schedule to fit it every day, let alone considering the 30 minute walks im going to half to take to get to the nearest grocery store...

ok, well, maybe when i get my car ill only drive it to the grocery store because it wasn't stolen for 3 months until i started leaving it at work all day... but im still just. i dont know what to do. i really dont know what to do. im legitimately just crying in bed like an idiot instead of being able to get to sleep because what the fuck is there even for me to say. what am i going to do at the service appointment tomorrow, ask them how long they can hold my car because i don't have any fucking money? how am i supposed to just keep on walking through life normally and go to work when everything's become so much harder? i worked 11 hours today at 15 dollars an hour, that's 158 dollars without counting my lunch break, and then i spent 200 dollars getting my fucking car towed to the dealership so i literally went negative today. i havent had more than 3000 dollars since i was getting scholarships at school and now i have to imagine dumping that much to replace something that could get easily stolen yet again at a moment's notice

like what the fuck am i supposed to do. get a whole new car that doesnt have as likely a chance of seeing its converter stolen? buy one of those stupid 200 dollar shields that only might stop a determined thief, despite the fact that those converters can go for like 700 dollars on the resale market? i can't fucking do any of that because i'm fuucking poor and i'm going to have to work like a month just to deal with the current situation, let alone trying to figure out a way to not have to deal with it anymore, LET ALONE any of the things i wanted to fucking save up money to be able to do

it's just actually fucking hopeless like life is just misery and suffering ok

[theringers]

whiskey in hell - max verstappen

burnout pt. 4

"i hope they serve whiskey in hell, cuz i'm already on my way" whiskey in hell / anarbor

summary: if you want some nasty overstimulation, you've come to the right place. if you haven't even read parts 1-3 and just want 3000 words of pure smut, you've also come to the right place.

a/n: this is out of pocket and no i wont be apologizing. as per usual feedback is ALWAYS appreciated xoxo enjoy (not proofread bc whatsapp is down so nessa doesn’t get to enjoy this one before everyone else for once)

warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, lots of smut, overstimulation, dirty talk, butt stuff, read at your own discretion

You sighed before you knocked on the penthouse door. He was expecting you, but maybe not this early. He opened the door in only boxers with his eyes squinted, but he perked up as soon as he saw you.

“Good morning, Max.” You smiled at him. He was still clearly not happy with you leaving last night, but he was glad you were here now.

He pulled you into a warm embrace as your hand draped over the handle of your rolling suitcase. “It’s so good to see you, you have no idea.” You took in his scent as you pressed your face to his chest. You felt soft yet desperate kisses on top of your head. You wanted this moment to last forever. There was nowhere else you’d rather be than held tight in his arms. This was going to be complicated.

You pulled away from him even though that’s the last thing you wanted to do. His eyes met yours and they were filled with sadness, expecting the worst results. You took a deep breath before you spoke. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night. I barely slept.”

He laughed a little bit, feeling the same way apparently. “I don’t want to leave here and never see you again.”

“Me neither. I want to see where this goes.”

“Are you going to break up with your boyfriend?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Normally I would be annoyed, but I understand. I like you a lot but I just met you … yesterday.” Wow, he was different than he was last night.

“I know. I don’t want to think about him right now.” You stepped closer to Max. “I actually don’t want to think at all.”

“I can help with that,” he smirked and took a step forward. His eyes “I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again so I need to make you cum as many times as possible.” You liked the sound of that.

He lifted you up bridal style and set you down on the bathroom counter. He draped your legs over his shoulders and yanked on the hem of your comfortable sweat shorts. He took notice of the lack of underwear you had on and the corners of his mouth turned up into a devilish grin.

He dove right into your pussy moving his head side to side at a fast pace, letting his tongue swirl around your clit and your folds.

You let out a loud moan and tossed your head back in pleasure. Bruises were beginning to form on your inner thighs from his tight grip on the flesh. His intensity indicated he was starved for you, even though it had barely been twelve hours since he last had you under his control.

“Holy shit baby, you taste delicious,” he said, lapping up your wetness. The vibrations from his voice made your pussy tingle and overwhelmed all of your senses.

You grabbed strands of his hair and pulled hard, only making him want to destroy you more. His scruff brushed against your inner thigh and you squeezed your legs around his head in response. His scruff will forever be a constant reminder of how good he felt between your legs.

The pleasure began to build in your lower abdomen and you pulled harder at his hair. "Don't stop," you moaned. You shut your eyes tight and saw stars as your clit throbbed against his tongue.

Before you had any time to think, you were slammed against the closet door and brought back to reality with a loud thud. He ripped his sweatpants off quicker than you've ever seen anyone undress before.

As soon as his cock slapped his stomach, you bent down onto your knees and stared up at him through your long lashes. You took him in your hand and innocently blinked a few more times. You licked the salty bead of precum off his tip before taking him in deep, hitting the back of your throat. "Shit," he said as he tossed his head back. His hands moved from his hips to your hair, gathering your still dripping wet hair in his hands as a makeshift ponytail.

You bobbed your head on his cock with his hand aiding you and pushing you down each time you came up. You didn't even realize how large his cock actually was until he was lost in the moment and driving it down your throat at an animalistic pace.

You felt him twitch in your mouth and he pulled out immediately. "I will cum immediately if I don't stop you right there." He pulled you up by your hair and attacked your mouth with an aggressive kiss. He spoke on your lips with his thumb on your chin. "You sure know how to take a cock like a good girl." You tried to turn your head to the side from embarrassment, but he stopped you. "Don't look away from me."

"Sorry," you said under your breath.

He hooked his hand under your knee and lifted your leg for the optimal angle. He guided himself in and began thrusting inside your very wet pussy, thanks to himself. You slung your arms around his neck for stability and rested your head on his chest.

He noticed your gaze was directed over his shoulder and at the mirror. “Are you watching me pleasure you?” You tried to speak, but only a moan came out. “Good, don’t ever forget what this looks like.”

He pounded into you so hard the muscles in your thighs were beginning to hurt, but it was the most sensual pain you've ever felt. You've never been so turned on by pain but you wanted him to keep manhandling you. You never wanted to leave his grasp.

The sounds of skin slapping echoed through the room mixed with moans, groans, and explicit words that slip out when you are unable to process the feeling. His free hand pulled at your t-shirt and tossed it away, wanting to watch your tits bounce as he thrust into you hard.

His cock hit your g-spot with each thrust and you whined in pleasure. "I'm gonna cum," you said into his ear. His finger found its way between your bodies and he rubbed your clit as you rode out your high.

"On the bed," he demanded as he pulled out of you.

You walked over, wincing at the pain between your legs, and laid down on your stomach, ass up in the air. This was getting intense.

"Think you can take one more round?" He asked, guiding his cock back into you and fucking you from behind. "I want to spill my cum all over your back." You pressed your face into the mattress and submitted to the pleasure, the pain drifting to the back of your mind.

You rested your head on the pillow, utterly exhausted and confused about your feelings. How could anything be this intense after barely twenty-four hours? There was a growing ache between your legs from how Max used you this morning but you weren’t complaining.

He was peacefully sleeping after all of his hard work this morning. He looked so calm with his head gently resting on the pillow and his mouth slightly agape. Nothing should disturb him out of this peaceful sleep.

The hours were ticking down before your flight home and you needed to begin preparing. No matter how much you wanted to push off going back to reality, it was time to accept it and make a decision.

You rolled your dragging body off the bed and rummaged through your suitcase for a few toiletries. You noticed a few silent groans coming from the bed and the sounds of tossing and turning, but walked past him and hung up a towel on the bathroom door.

A shower was exactly what you needed. The warm water ran down your body, cleansing you of your sins and mistakes from the last day. You held your own body tight and ran your hands up and down your arms, soaking up the heat and steam.

A deep breath was filled with steam but warmed your cold body. You didn't know it then but that was exactly what you needed.

Your boyfriend was due to pick you up from the airport in just a few hours, and you really had some thinking to do. Max was right. He didn't fuck you like he should, like you needed to be. He didn't appreciate you like you deserved to be. Max not only treated you like you should but acknowledged that you deserved way more than you were currently getting.

He had a point, but you weren't sure if you were ready to let your relationship with your boyfriend go just yet. It was valid to need more than a few hours to think about a life-altering decision like this. He should understand.

The shower handle creaked as you turned it off, immediately feeling a gust of cold air. You wrapped your body in the fluffy white hotel towel and walked out to the heavily air-conditioned room, making your nipples hard immediately.

Max was no longer sleeping in bed but leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and a smirk plastered across his face. It was only then that you noticed the familiar toys laid out on the down comforter. He raised his eyebrows, searching for an explanation.

Your head whipped to your left, noticing the suitcase you had left open. The middle pocket was unzipped and rummaged through. "What a naughty girl you are. Bringing all of these toys with you on a weekend away from your boyfriend." He stepped away from the wall and walked toward you.

You gulped as he got closer to you, practically able to feel his breath on your skin as he spoke. "I knew he couldn't pleasure you properly." He dragged his finger along the comforter until he reached the topic of the hour.

"How much bigger is this than your boyfriend?" He held your hot pink dildo up.

You stuttered, unable to process what was happening. "Uh, a lot."

He chuckled. "It all makes sense now, baby. This thing?" He cocked his head. "Is nothing compared to me. You know that." He tossed it back into your suitcase and tried to decide which one he was going to use to embarrass you next.

He picked up the metal butt plug with the jewel on the end. A birthday gift from your boyfriend that he never bothered to use. To him, it was as if just purchasing the toy was good enough.

He moved the hand holding up your towel, letting it fall to the ground exposing you. He dragged the metal toy across your chest and grazed your nipples, the feeling instantly falling to your pussy. "You like to put this thing in your pretty little asshole, huh?"

You bit your lip to restrain yourself. The exhaustion was getting to you and your insides were aching from being used.

"That's so sexy." He whispered in your ear and softly tugged down on your lobe. You jumped slightly when he gripped your ass and squeezed. "Want to take it for a spin?"

You let out a deep breath. "I don't think I can handle any more today." Your legs began to wobble and your pussy clenched at the thought of him continuing to have his way with you.

He planted a soft kiss on your shoulder and kissed along your collarbone. "You sure? I want to make you feel good baby."

The pain between your legs turned to euphoria at his words. He knew exactly what to say to make you melt. You let yourself fall forward on the bed once again but propped yourself up on all fours.

His large calloused hands pushed your cheeks apart and admired your beautiful body in his hold. You felt the cold lube fall onto your body as his hands wandered. He slipped a finger inside of your pussy and slowly pumped it, getting you to relax. And it was working. He pulled out and slowly circled your tight hole, making your body clench up.

He placed his free hand on your lower back. "Relax, darling."

His pointer finger pushed in with only a bit of resistance and made you arch your back instinctively. This wasn't totally new to you, but not something you did every day. You weren't exactly prepared for the feeling of fullness. His finger began moving and he left kisses all over your ass. As one finger slid out, he added another and pushed in slow. You winced in pain as he stretched you, and you sucked in a sharp breath.

You felt the immediate loss of contact as he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the cool metal toy. You shivered and prepared yourself. Thanks to the lube, it slid in easy enough, but you squeezed your eyes shut in pain when the toy began to widen. "You okay?" He asked after hearing the noises you were making. He loved to throw you around under his control but he always wanted to make sure it was okay with you. It most definitely was. "Yes, keep going." You grabbed onto the sheets and pulled as he pushed it in all the way. The pain subsided but you were now fully aware of this interesting feeling. He admired the jewel inside your beautiful ass and began to stroke his cock at the sight.

"You look so fucking sexy like this, baby." His skin slapped in his hand and he pushed the tip right up to your entrance. "You're dripping." You knew he was smirking, even with your face pushed into the bed.

He eased himself inside of you and a loud moan escaped your mouth. As he started to thrust, you felt his cock graze against the toy in your ass and the sensation made you scream. You'd never been fucked with one of these toys inside of you. He continually showed you what you were missing and could be getting. He was making a good case for himself.

"Cum for me baby, one more time." He spoke between heavy breaths. His hands guided your hips, working perfectly in sync with his thrusts. Your moans were drowned out as you turned your face flat into the bed, experiencing your fourth orgasm of the hour. Max knew his way around your body after only a day. Your boyfriend still couldn't find your clit after a year. And now you never wanted to go home.

His pace increased and he pulled out quickly, grunting and spreading his cum all over your pretty ass.

You laid on the bed, unable to move or form words after being fucked senseless a number of times. You craned your neck to see Max walking towards you with a wet washcloth. "Let me clean you up."

You zipped up your suitcase and looked around the room, making sure you weren't forgetting anything. Max took your hands in his. "After today, I think I might die if I never see you again." You laughed because he was right.

You stood on your tippy-toes and kissed his cheek. "I agree."

"Are you sure you want to go back to your regular, boring sex life?" He was trying to persuade you to stay just a bit longer.

"I can tell you right now that I won't be going back to my boring sex life." His face lit up. "Just give me a bit of time."

"Let me know baby, and I will be on the first flight out to you." His eyes went from yours, to your lips, and back to your eyes. "Take care, y/n." He kissed you passionately, just in case you were lying and this was the last kiss he would get from you.

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[bowandcurtsey]

Congratulations for 1k followers! I'm so happy for you, and you deserve all of our love♡ I hope many more people discover your account and fall for your stories like we do.

Can I request for a part 2 of Langris falling for Commoner Reader? And I was actually the one who requested that, and I really loved it so much♡

Thank you so much for all your hard work, I love you so much and I wish more blessings comes your way! Thank you so much for making my day brighter whenever I read your stories, I love you and have a great day!♡♡♡

Part 1

Hello bby, thank you for coming back to request again! Thank you for loving my work! ♡

Langris Vaude x F! reader

It only took 5 days for Langris to come back to you with good news. 5 days. You've heard of so many cases where commoners make a report and they wait for months for news. But yours? Less than a week.

It only took 1 day for Langris to get the guy to confess to his crimes AND write the detailed report to submit. The vice captain personally interrogated the man, aka Carlos, one to one. When he left the room, man was shaking and nobody knew what Langris had said or done.

The next day he went to the magic parliament and got this case to be escalated with evidences that this man was a repeated offender. The team helped him with this one; he made them run a back ground check on the 2 men in 6 hours.

Within 3 days the magic parliament came to Langris' office early in the morning, telling him that the court for this case would be scheduled in two days.

And here he was, standing outside your shop with you, breaking the good news. He watched as your face brightened up from the tiring day and your lips curled into this sweet and beautiful smile.

"oh my god," you exclaimed excitedly upon hearing the good news, "thank you so much, my mom and I appreciate this so much, Vice Captain Langris!"

His heart uncontrollably raced in his chest and he felt giddy from happiness like a kid getting his favourite candy. But of course, the cool and suave Langris had to play it cool, "it's a small case. How are your injuries?"

"Er.. I'm feeling much better now!" you beamed at him.

"Don't over work yourself, you're on light duty as told by the doctor, " he narrowed his eyes at you, "see you at court in 2 days."

"I'll try to, we're a little short on manpower during this busy season, plus now that we have to close 2 days later to attend court, we have to work doubly hard to cover for the rent.." you suddenly thought about the losses you'll make for that day, on top of the losses from the other day.

"tch." he sighed out loud, shaking his head as he walked into your shop.

"Hello Vice Captain Langris," your mom greeted him warmly, "thank you for the other day."

He shrugged and nodded politely to your mom and took out a bag of yuls, "how many more bowls are available until you're out?"

"oh! We still have a good 100 bowls to sell son, order as much as you want for your team, it's on the house!" your mom offered, thinking he wanted to grab dinner for his team.

"Give me 100 bowls to go then." he placed the bag of coins on the counter, "then go and rest for the day. Just put everything in a huge pot, I'll bring it and ask someone return it tomorrow."

Your mom and you blinked at him.

"What?" he snapped at the both of you, "if you don't have such a huge pot then just give half of it to me, no worries. Then pack up for the day after the current customers are done eating."

"N-no.. we do have a big pot.." Your mom was flabbergasted, "It's just no one made such a big order before..."

"Also, I'll book down your little restaurant tomorrow.." he paused awhile, thinking of an excuse, "It's Alec's birthday so I'll let them celebrate. Give me the bill to book down the restaurant for an entire day."

"Erm.. No one has done this before either.." your mom looked at Langris dumbfounded.

"Alright, just charge me as per the sales you make for a busy day then." Langris shrugged. "Is 3000 yuls enough?"

You tugged at Langris' sleeves from the side, "can we talk for a minute..?"

---

"What is it?" Langris questioned the moment you both were out of your mom's hearing.

"You don't have to do this for us..." you quickly said, "we owe you too much."

"Then just heed the doctor's advice and not over work yourself."

"But I can't be selfish and rest while my mother slogs herself out!" you suddenly cried out, "it's just what us commoners do, slog out our lives because we're not rich and cannot afford to rest unless we're dying and bedridden."

Langris raised a brow at your sudden outburst.

"We can never repay you for all your help.." you lowered your head.

"Who said anything about repaying?" he scoffed.

You glanced up at him, your gaze meeting his, who was staring intently at you.

"I'm a magic knight, a vice captain at that, isn't it my duty to serve my citizens? And can't I just buy 100 bowls of noodles to treat everyone in the Golden HQ for their hard work for the past week?" He continued with his white lie so you wouldn't feel bad.

"Also, is it wrong to book down a restaurant?" Langris looked into your e/c eyes, "since you said you owed us a favour so I thought booking your restaurant would be best, isn't it?"

You pursed your lips. This man said nothing wrong. Maybe you really thought too much into it. Maybe a small part of you had a little wishful thought; that maybe the Vice Captain of the Golden Dawn was interested in you.

"Cat got your tongue?" the sharp tongued Langris was back, "now can I get my noodles?"

---

Langris put down a huge pot on the desk with a loud thud. Everyone looked at him with the commotion he made.

"Noodles. Give it out to everyone, including Captain Vangeance. It's for the hard work in the past week." Langris simply said as he disappeared into his office again.

Every one stared at each other and the huge pot sitting on the desk in the middle of the office. Since when was Captain Langris so nice? They thought to themselves as they helped themselves to some noodles.

"Alecdora!" Langris called for the member into his office.

"Yes sir?" Alecdora came in holding a bowl of piping hot noodles.

"Bring some members to y/n restaurant tomorrow early evening. I booked the place. Don't create a mess and clean up after yourselves. Bring a cake and say it's your birthday. The food is on me. Leave the place by 830pm sharp."

"H-huh?" Alecdora was still trying to process what his Vice Captain just told him.

"Just do as I say, get out." he waved the man away as continued his paper work.

---

2 days later, you were well rested and recharged thanks to Alecdora and his team coming in so late in the day and leaving so early.

You and your mom saw Langris waiting for you at the entrance of the magic parliament.

"We have a prosecutor that will help you, while that idiot probably has his own defence lawyer. He'll lose 100%, so you just have to answer truthfully at whatever questions they ask you later on." he explained.

You were the victim and your mom was a witness. So Alecdora helped to bring your mom in to register while Langris brought you to meet your prosecutor.

"Don't be nervous, brat." he tried to console you, "you have 'worry' written all over your forehead."

"Stop teasing me!" you exclaimed, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

He stopped suddenly, standing very close to you all of a sudden. "As long as I'm here, you won't lose. Don't worry. I always keep my promises."

You heart was almost about to stop as you felt thousands of butterflies in your stomach.

"Th-thank you, Vice Captain Langris.." you spoke softly and shyly now. It was Langris' turn to have heat spreading across his face.

"What can I get you after this case is over?" you really wanted to do something for him for all his work, "I'll try to do anything you ask or get anything you want if it's within my means!"

"well then, since you insist..." a smirk crept up Langris' lips, "I want a date then. A day off. I'll bring you out."

He watched as you flustered, thinking about how cute you were.

"if you win the case later on, you'll be compensated handsomely, I believe.." he pretended to stroke his chin, although he had already studied and put in a proposal for the amount to be compensated to you, "you'll then have a good amount of money to hire someone, so you'll be free to go on a date with me, won't you?"

"..."

"Well, you don't have to if you don't want to," he tried hide his hurt feelings and turned away, continuing the walk to the prosecutors' office.

"Y-yes I'd really love to Vice Captain Langris!" you quickly said before catching up with him, "if you don't mind being seen on a date with a commoner.."

"Tsk." he rolled his eyes, "have you not heard me clear enough? As long as you're with me, I won't let anyone bully you."

-end-

[heartofholland]

tom recs <3

hi guys! here is a fic rec list i made of all the fics i’ve loved. personally, i consider myself an avid fic reader so i have read a shit ton of fics. these are just my highlights. let me know if you want more like this! and if you do end up reading any of these please make sure you REBLOG them to spread the goodness. these writers work their ass off and deserve all the credit in the world. enjoy! <3

SERIES

riding my by @worldoftom this fic is barely started but i love everything this writer puts out. very smutty, very hot. innocence kink check!

breaking curfew by @wazzupmrstark ASSHOLE TOM! my weakness. enemies to lovers but make it FWB. what I wish my summer camp was like instead of my thighs sticking to chairs and lice outbreaks.

eighteen by @angelic-holland corruption/innocence kink! basically all smut but damn do i want bad boy tom.

the situationship by @fairytelling can’t say enough about this fic. the definition of falling in love with your best friend. if my relationship isn’t like this i don’t want it.

happiness is a butterfly by @blissfulparker soft mob!tom and they’re forbidden soulmates! updates are WELL worth the wait!

i only feel you by @stuckonspidey the first time i read my watch thought i was working out for how high my heart rate was. shit keeps you on your toes. there is a sequel fic but just a heads up you will want to unstan tom on multiple occasions.

make me love you by @mrs-hollandstan frat boy player tom turned soft. mans does a whole 180. fuck dom.

perfidy by @peeterparkr couldn’t be more obsessed with this fic. they’re both so fucking stupid but too afraid to get hurt. also the social media posts are so fucking cute and crucial to the story 

eloped by @worldoftom getting married to tom in the most beautiful vacation spot? sign me the fuck up

you. by @txmhoelland i think there’s definely worse men to be set up with as a PR stunt.

erotas by @farfromparker i have definely read this fic for more days than i’ve been on this earth but every time i lose my goddamn mind

dare you to move by @starksparker-archive the best version of FWB tom is when you’re his roommate…

gone by @dahliaspidey this one… hurts. but i just know it will bounce back.

take me out by @angelic-holland warning this one is really dark. like serial killers. but it was so fascinating i am completely obsessed with the psychology of it all. jake is featured and please don’t imagine the mr. music the entire time like i did </3

single all the way by @heyhihellowhatsup0 i read this whenever i need a lil christmas pick me up

sweetener by @keepingupwiththeparkers cute awkward relationship. it is so real i feel like it could actually happen to me.

ex on the beach by @heyhihellowhatsup0 THE ANGST GIVES ME LIFE

SMUT

bartender by @t-o-m-holland tom happens to own your favorite bar. your subtle flirts aren’t working. the banter between reader and the fam makes me wish i didn't have social anxiety.

siren by @rosyparkers don’t get me wrong i will scream ACAB til the day i die but police officer tom could definitely get it.

best of three by @mrs-hollandstan one of the 3000 threesome fics i have saved. imagine not getting one of the hottest men but TWO.

roommates by @hollandbaby what a coincidence we both want to fuck each other! this checks all the kinks my man. i’ve read this probably no less than 100 times.  

that was that by @moorehollandplz dom!tom but something flips and he’s never been more gentle. mans got both sides of the playing field covered.

know your enemy by @angelic-holland short but sweet. hate sex is always hotter behind the scenes.

wasabi by @angelic-holland literally everything about alice is phenomenal but this is on of my faves. when i read this it makes me feel smarter. also body shots.

say good night by @madmadmilk this writers work never fails to blow me away but this time she managed to encapsulate my entire life. (minus the execution with a very hot and experienced best friend).

buwygf-ib by @hholyholland just ignore tomdaya for a sec and take in the hottest dom!tom i’ve ever witnessed.

cocky by @sykoxartist yeah he’s an asshole but he’s your asshole. at least that’s what he thinks.

sovereign by @farfromparker sub!tom is so hot. man will beg for DAYS.

summer vacation by @kidney9-9  when is hate sex ever like…. not hot as fuck?

ride by @tomhollandsstan face riding. period.

coincidence by @starshinebucky actor!reader and tom fuck… at least they’ll have good chemistry next time.

skin by @hollandbaby dom!tom is not ok with being a sub. unless it’s for you.

you can bet on it by @kiwi-bitchez all of this writers smut makes my pussy throb. this is my fave. just wait for the twist.

a rose blooms by @cornacopicimagines prince!tom drives me wild. but wait til he finds out you’re not a virgin.

begging by @raewritesfiction tom makes you beg for it.

self reflection by @stuckonspidey this is actual proof tom has a praise kink.

minor inconvenience by @angel-spidey toms an idiot but at least he can get you off.

flesh by @starshinebucky cocky tom kills me.

keeping him nice and warm by @marvelouspeterparker mob!tom the gif itself to sends me.

after hours by @cornacopicimagines never had sexual tension with a teacher but this will do.

ANGST

josslyn by @multiharlot messy situation but reader handles it like a champ. if your heart isn’t broken enough, the last line will make sure it’s unfixable for days on end.  

moral of the story by @kelieah listen to the song while you’re at it to make your cry sesh take a turn for the worst. 

cherry by @xoluvx this one hurts real bad. so does the song. 

a complicated love story by @samhollandssweaters an emotional rollercoaster for real.

he dies in the end by @allfandomxreader ignore the title and just cry your eyes out with me.

eighteen by @fancyxholland you’ll be confused why it’s in the angst category but trust me.

all the lies by @peteywillproceed getting cheated on but the girl is toms gf, how do you tell him. 

memories by @nycparkers i sob to this whenever i need a good cry. 

don’t be a fool by @nycparkers breakups that dont end messily make me so fucking jealous.

FLUFF

kiss currency by @madmadmilk borderline smut. confused and oblivious harrison. dialogue inspires me to talk to males.  

plank all over me by @waitimcomingtoo FILRTY TOM! THE BANTER! i really am a whore for well written dialogue. there’s additional parts but i won’t spoil.

 playing cupid by @marvelobsessedteenager you set everyone else up but wait a damn minute how did you forget about tom?

 little flirt by @webslinger-holland oh to flirt with tom while he’s sweaty from intensely dancing for the lip sync battle.

pour it out by @rhapsodyparker i don’t know what it is but famous!reader going on talk shows or having interviews and they ask the reader cheeky questions about tom might be one of my many kinks…

hubby by @t-holland2080 it’s the small things that make me want to bawl my eyes out for being so lonely.

going live by @redrebecca the dialogue makes me cry of happiness! tom doing a live (what a concept).

paddy’s crush by @tom-holland-is-spiderman jealous tom but of his younger brother.

 wannabe by @sailingintothenight the cliffhanger at the end demands a second part.

flawless by @missnxthingg  tom is a simp.

you and me by @sunshinehollandd best friend tom makes me soft.

dick appointments. web shooters. the duality of a man. by @porterporker  it gets a lil steamy but man is “web shooter” a funny name for a dick.

best day by @thollandss dad!tom gives me baby fever even though i am a virg.

 tom asks your dad by @blissfulparker can i just skip through the bad boyfriends and just marry the love of my life already.

baked chicken by @waitimcomingtoo there isn’t a category for awkward but if there was this would be in it.

lover boy by @starshinebucky  tom being so oblivious you like him that you need to call for backup.

afterglow by @wickedholland i wish someone would treat me like this when im drunk instead of leaving me to hold my own hair back.

[athera]

(Mamamoo OT4) Dumb Baby

Warnings: This is 3000 words of pure filth, except there’s nothing pure about it, kinda dumbification and a little bit age-play, but not really age-play, more like nicknames and humiliation, DEFINITELY 18+, spanking, toys, anal/anal training (that isn’t at all accurate and should not be practiced in real life), really nothing in this should be practiced in real life without research and trust and safewords. This is purely fiction. But again not pure at all.

Hyejin POV

Moonbyul moved me in between her legs on the couch, and put her hand under my skirt, pulling my wet panties to the side. Sticking 2 fingers inside my pussy, she started to lick my neck.

"You're so wet Hyejinie it's cute, if you wanted someone to fuck you, you could've said so. Any of us would be more than happy to take care of you." My legs were spread and my pussy was on display while Moonbyul played with me. Wheein and Solar walked in the living room and saw us immediately.

"Aww is our baby Hyejinie feeling needy today?" Solar came up to me and left a kiss on my lips. I felt so small and embarrassed under their gazes, meanwhile Moonbyul kept playing with my pussy.

"She looks so cute when she's like this, a dumb baby who needs us to touch her naughty places." Even Wheein, my dearest childhood friend, loves to use my body and humiliate me like this. Even despite the embarrassment, I actually love this feeling of being humiliated and toyed with by the people closest to me. I start to grind into Moonbyul's hand and I feel myself salivating.

"Mmn, unnie please.. more" I mumble, panting already.

"Aww our dumb baby knows how to say please. Look at her grinding into your hand like that, she's such a naughty girl."

Wheein says getting a closer look between my legs while Yongsun kneeled directly in front of it getting close.

"Baby wants more? Okay how about this? Feel good?" Yongsun asked pressing a finger to my tightly clenched asshole, the tip barely penetrating me but it felt painful.

"Unnie, it hurts.."

"Aww baby says it hurts. We should fuck her there lots so she gets used to it and it won't hurt anymore." Yongsun said looking at Wheein who nodded her agreement.

"That's right. She'll start to need it in her stinky asshole everyday. Isn't that right Hyejinie?~" Wheein cooed at me. I nodded trusting my unnies blindly. I was theirs after all.

"Such a cutie!~" Moonbyul said next to my ear as she pulled out of me, at the same time, Yongsun pushed her finger in my ass completely. I whined, humping the air, while my asshole clenched tight around Yongsun.

"Hahaha! Our baby is so desperate for us." Moonbyul said as they all laughed at me, my face turned red but I could feel myself getting wetter as they began to strip me and Yongsun was moving her finger inside my tightest hole. She pulled it out and it hurt me again so I whimpered her name which made her coo at me and say it's okay. They pulled off my skirt and panties. Wheein put my wet panties in my mouth and told me to suck on them and keep quiet while they play with me, so I did, tasting myself.

Yongsun unnie showed off her strength and picked me up in her arms which made me squeal and put my arms around her.

"Aww what a cutie! You like being carried Hyejinie?"

I nodded and a muffled yes left my mouth. She smiled at me as she carried me into my bedroom and placed me on the bed and went to grab my toys while Wheein and Moonbyul started sucking on my nipples and brought the fingers down playing with my clit together. I was moaning and whining around the makeshift gag when Yongsun came back into the room. She was naked and wearing a 9in strap on.

"Moonbyul, Wheein-ah, grab a strap." They got off of me while Yongsun crawled over with a bottle of lube. "Hyejinie we're going to be training your asshole today but I promise it'll feel good later and you'll be able to take it anytime like a good girl." She said to me, pulling legs up so my feet were hooked over shoulders, starting to apply lube generously on my asshole and pushing a finger inside before spreading some all over her strap on. She lined it up with my tight hole and started pushing into me, when the tip popped in suddenly my eyes wide wide and I screamed around my pink panties. It hurt too much, and it was so thick, the biggest strap on we had and it was also Yongsun's favourite to fuck me with. I began to tear up and so Yongsun stopped and start to touch my clit instead, she also started cooing at me to calm me down. Moonbyul came over and began to talk to me.

"It's okay Hyejinie, you just need to trust us okay? Give yourself up and it'll start to feel amazing. You're our dumb baby after all, everything will feel good with your unnies." Yongsun began pushing in again while she distracted me and put a hand on my throat. "That's right, our dumb baby. You remember how this all started, years ago right? You were so horny you couldn't hold yourself back and began touching yourself in the living room. We walked in and you still didn't stop. Yongsun had to pull you over her lap and give you a good spanking, but even that made you soaking wet. I made an offhanded comment about you looking like "such a dumb baby" over her lap and you instantly started cumming like crazy." I felt my pussy start to clench around nothing and I was getter wetter and wetter, meanwhile Yongsun was half way into my asshole and Wheein came over to the other side of my body to listen to the story. "We were surprised and you became such a whiny mess and you couldn't think for yourself so we had to do it for you, you really became a dumb baby. Ever since then she's been so submissive when we aren't on camera, always horny and spreading her legs for us. She always climbs into one of our beds because she can't handle being alone without her unnie beside her. Always sucking on our fingers, having us feed her, what else Wheein-ah?" She threw the conversation over to Wheein who had taken over Yongsun's hand on my clit.

"Didn't this dumb baby wet her bed recently?"

"Oh that's right! She was scared being alone at night, probably because she has to think for herself for once, and she pissed all over her sheets. She didn't even get up, she laid there crying until Yongsun noticed and cleaned her up. But we all heard her getting spanked for wetting herself like a baby. We even considered buying her diapers." They weren't even looking at me, the 3 of them looked at each other and spoke of me and my humiliating moments while they played with my body. It was so degrading, but I couldn't bring myself to care. "Ah, I almost forgot to tell you guys, last night Hyejinie was in my bed and she started sucking my nipples." Yongsun let them know what happened last night.

"Woah really? She's becoming more and more like a big dumb baby every day. She used to only suck our fingers." Wheein was clearly amused by the new information.

I felt Yongsun's hips touch the back of my thighs. I had felt myself getting fuller and fuller and now, unnie was in my ass up to the hilt.

"Look, our dumb baby took it all in her stinky asshole!" Yongsun laughed lightly as the others looked her skin on skin with me, sure enough I took it all in.

"Look how wet she is too! This bad girl was trying to fight it but she's so turned on! I bet she loves it in there." Wheein stuck a finger inside me before pulling it out and slapping my clit lightly a few times.

"It's a good thing you brought this in Yong." Moonbyul said while she held something against my pussy. She pushed it in and I felt it's vibrations immediately set to high.

"Yeah I figured she would like that, and she always looks to cute with a vibrator inside her. I bet she's loves having something in both holes." Yongsun moved my legs down onto either side of her and pulled me gently into her lap, her hand stroking my back. I could feel the strap on somehow reach deeper inside me like this. My full pussy was resting against her abs, keeping the toy inside me while it drove me crazy. "Mm her shithole is so tight I can barely move. It's a good thing we used plenty of lube." I was moaning and twitching on top of my unnie and it was hard to hear through my panties. But then Wheein came around to face me and pulled them out of my mouth replacing them with her wet fingers. "Is our dumb baby feeling good? Are you gonna cum for your unnies? You can but we aren't stopping playtime. We're all going to take a turn training that tight asshole." Her fingers were moving wildly in my mouth, before she pulled them out and pushed her tongue in my mouth. Moonbyul came up behind me pinching my nipples so I was sandwiched between my unnies.

When Yongsun started to bounce me on her cock, I moaned loudly into Wheein's mouth. The feeling of double penetration, my clit rubbing on Yongsun's abs, Moonbyul's hands on my breasts and Wheein's very skilled tongue I couldn't even think straight anymore. I was cumming hard and Yongsun's thrusts never stopped. Wheein pulled her lips away from mine.

"You came didn't you dumb baby?" My clit was twitching and throbbing everytime they called me that, I had no idea why I liked it so much, I just feel better when they do. For the last 3 years they would call me that everyday and at least one unnie would play with me most days.

"Answer you dumb baby, are you so dumb you can't talk anymore?" Moonbyul asked pinching my nipples harder.

"Yes! I came! I'm a dumb baby who cums from an ass fucking!" I squealed and they all started laughing at me again which also made me cum again.

"She did it again! So desperate. Bad girl." Yongsun spanked me twice, while they kept laughing.

-A few days later-

I don't know how many times they made me cum that night but they didn't stop the next day. After we woke up they pushed me over the dining table and pushed a dildo in my ass. They would come up to me every couple hours and play with me down there as a part of my "training", the only time my ass had to relax was at night when we were asleep. This morning when I woke up I could hear everyone else has already woken up so I crawled out of Wheein's bed and went to grab a dildo and lube and walked to the kitchen. This was a routine now, I knew to bring it and bend over the counter for my first round in the morning. So I bent over and Moonbyul started to put lube on the 7in dildo. She began to push it inside me easily.

"Our dumb baby has gotten so good at letting things in her butt now. She doesn't even flinch or groan. Look at her getting wet already." The other 2 walked over and after they all thrusted it inside me for a while, they sat me down at the dining table while without removing it.

We ate breakfast together and when we were done, we cuddled on the couch, I felt myself drifting when a hand started touching my bare pussy.

"Aww so wet, she really has gotten used to having things in her butt." Yongsun laid me down on the couch and folded my body so my legs met the sides of my head and my pussy and ass were on full display. Then Yongsun sat on my face facing my holes and the other girls.

"Time to have fun." The two immediately went to my ass to thrust the dildo in and out while my clit started to be lightly stroked by Wheein's finger.

Yongsun pushed herself further on my face and I stuck my tongue out to start rimming her asshole,which was still tight especially compared to mine which would have a noticeable gape once they pulled out. I made sure to lick up my unnie's ass well, it has a taste I have become used to over the years and can even enjoy.

"Yesss that's it, you can lick my butthole so good. I know you love the taste so go on dumb baby, lick it as much as you want." She began to pinch my nipples as grips with she moved her ass back and forth on my tongue, grinding my face."

"Our dumb baby loves to eat ass, she practically fell asleep with her tongue buried in mine last night. I made sure to spank her for dozing off on the job." My childhood friend loves to expose and humiliate me, but she always was gentle afterwards, they all are, which makes me grateful.

" I heard that last night, sounded like she was moaning through it. Our dumb baby really is a slut." Moonbyul spanked my ass a few times to get her point across as I moaned into my unnie's asshole. As I began pushing my tongue into her tight hole, Moonbyul took the dildo out of my ass and shoved it deep into my pussy in a single movement. I moaned and thrust my crotch upwards as they laughed.

Moonbyul left to get more toys and Wheein was thrusting the dildo in and out of my pussy. I could hear how wet I was and feel my asshole gaping open, which has become a normal occurrence over the past few days. Wheein started to spank my ass making me moan into unnie's butthole. I had my tongue inside her now slowly trying lick around her tight asshole before I started trying to thrust my tongue in and out before she got up off of me and told me to open my mouth before spitting in it. She slapped my cheek lightly, then moved on to replace Wheein's hand in spanking me. Telling her to thrust the dildo in me harder, so Wheein climbed on me and sat on my stomach before she began thrusting roughly. She was also keeping me from bringing my legs down in that position. Yongsun started spanking me and I moaned lewdly and without anything to muffle my volume. I always loved Yongsun's spankings, she does it the best and it feels the most humiliating and degrading coming from our leader.

A minute later, Moonbyul returned with some more toys and put them on the coffee table beside the couch. She chose a vibrating 8in dildo and pushed it in my gaping ass easily, she set it to high right away and I came, squirting. I let out a scream as my juices landed all over Wheein and Yongsun, Moonbyul moved away before any hit her, landing on the ground in front of her instead and all over our couch.

"She squirted! She's been doing that a lot recently." Moonbyul noticed.

"Maybe we should start having this dumb baby ask before she cums." Yongsun suggested as she began to spank me harder for squirting on her.

"I can't believe she squirted from pushing a vibrator in her ass." Wheein said and pulled the dildo out of my cunt. I thought it was over, since they might want to wash my juices off them, but Wheein brought her hand down hard on my soaked cunt. "Dumb baby, you're such a slut. From now on ask permission before you cum." She kept smacking my cunt hard without a moments rest. "You're gonna have to say "Mommies please let your dumb baby cum like the slut she is." anytime you're about to cum." She hit me hard during the degrading words, harder than Yongsun who was still spanking my ass, watching my cunt twitch as it was hit. A particular hit on my clit made me squirt again, it landed on Wheein's face and clothes mostly. Yongsun laughed then scolded me.

"What. Did. We. Just. Say. Dumb. Baby." She spanked me so hard on every word it echoed around the apartment and her handprint was burned into my ass. I screamed and moaned loudly so Moonbyul came and sat on my face like Yongsun had.

Yongsun stopped spanking me and began pushing the vibrator in and out of my shithole. Wheein wouldn't stop slapping my dripping pussy and Moonbyul was grinding her ass and pussy on my face while playing with my tits. I was so overstimulated and I could feel their hands all over my body.

"Our dumb baby."

"Look at her clit twitch when it's hit."

"She wants to be used over and over again by us."

"Sit on her face harder, let our dumb baby taste her favourite shithole."

"Mm is my asshole her favourite? Come on dumb baby start licking like a good girl. Mmn that's it. Good girl. Licking my asshole like a kitten drinking milk. Are you our kitten? Wait no. Lion cub. Awww our dumb lion cub."

"Hahaha! Lion cub! I love it. That's right our lion cub loves eating ass."

"Lion cub is also a masochist. How many times has this dumb baby cum today? It's not even noon."

"This dumb baby could cum for hours and still not be satisfied. It's a good thing there's 3 of us to play with her everyday."

"Look at her. She just keeps cumming all over herself and us."

Wheein was right, I was cumming again. I'm their dumb baby and I love being used like this. I don't know how many times I came that day. We only took a 2 hour break around dinner before I got in Wheein's lap she started fingering my cunt while my ass was stuffed by that vibrator again. She fingered me slowly for 10 minutes and right before I was about to cum she pulled out and stuck her fingers in my mouth. I whined out a "why?" while she moved her fingers around my mouth.

"You need to learn to ask permission to cum Hyejinie, so for the next couple days you're gonna learn what it's like to be edged and denied. We all agreed on this, it's for our dumb baby's own good."

Wheein put her hand back on my pussy and started to rub my clit. I knew the next couple days were going to be extremely difficult for me, but as long as I had my unnies everything would be okay, I’m theirs after all.

Honestly, I’m sorry for whatever this is.

[brokestminimalist]

How to Go Shopping

I actually hate shopping. Some people do it for fun, but some of us want to get in and out without spending our whole paycheck. Grocery pickup is a great tool and I'm never going to give it up, but every once in a while there's no choice but to go into a store in person. Here's how in 10 easy steps:

1. Make a list. Preferably on your phone, so you won't lose it, but paper is fine too. Make a COMPLETE list. Walk around your house, look in cabinets, check your bathroom and laundry room. Leave nothing out. If the store you're going to has an app, you can put items in your cart on the app and use that as a list. Bonus: it'll tell you roughly how much you're going to be spending.

2. Know how much money you can spend. Check your bank account, just to be sure. Make sure you have the correct payment method with you.

3. Go to the store. If you're driving your own car, I find it more convenient to park next to a buggy corral than near the front. That way, after unloading your groceries, you don't have far to go to put up your cart.

4. Go inside and grab your stuff. Aim for non-food items first, then pet food, then non-cold food, then cold food. You don't want to be putting ice cream in your cart and then wandering around for another hour. If you have large items, such as big boxes of diapers or bags of dog food, place those items near the end of the cart with the bar code facing up.

5. Check your list as you go. Don't deviate from it; this is how we make excuses and overspend. Don't stop in the middle of an aisle in everyone's way, either. Pull over to the side or find a low-traffic area.

6. Go to the check-out line. If you have more than ten items, don't get in the 10 Or Fewer Line, it's rude. Also don't hop between lines, just pick one and be done with it. You'll get through when you get through.

7. Put your items on the belt. If there is someone ahead of you, use a divider. If there is no divider, leave a generous space. Put them on the belt in an orderly fashion, do not just pile them up all willy-nilly. It'll help speed up the cashier and keep things from spilling.

8. Bag the items and put them in back in your cart as they are being scanned, at least as much as is possible. If you've got those large items placed in your buggy, barcode up, point them out to the cashier. It'll be faster for them to scan the item in the buggy than for you to struggle with getting them on the belt. If something doesn't ring up at the price you think it was supposed to, this is the point at which to open your mouth and say something about it. Do NOT wait until you have already paid, Jesus Christ what is wrong with people ANYWAY

9. Pay the cashier. Have your payment method ready before the cashier finishes scanning the items. Do not stand there staring off into space, do not be digging around in your purse. Be ready, because you knew this was where your adventure was going. Swipe your card, hand over the cash, or write the check quickly. If you are writing a check don't this is not 1965 what are you doing bring your own pen and have everything pre-filled so you can just add the total.

10. Bag and load up your groceries while the cashier processes your payment. Thank her. Load up your groceries, put your cart away, and go home.

Here are some things to Not Do At A Store:

~ Don't have a family reunion in the middle of an aisle with someone you haven't seen in 10 years while blocking anyone else from getting by

~ Don't walk through the front door and then stop to dig around in your purse or look at your list. THERE ARE PEOPLE BEHIND YOU TRYING TO GET INSIDE

~ Don't make stupid jokes at the cashier about how LOL IF IT DIDN'T RING UP IT MUST BE FREE gee that was so hilarious the first 3000 times they heard it. You look like a jerk.

~ If the cashier asks to see your ID for an item, don't argue with them about it, just hand it over. No one gives a shit what you think your rights are, we all just want to get out of here and go home.

~ If you have a coupon that's expired, build a bridge and get over it.

~ Don't let your kids run amok

~ If you have a kid that's crying and doesn't stop after about 90 seconds, take them outside until they calm down. Everyone will be less stressed out, including you. Or better yet, get a sitter or do a grocery pick-up instead if at all possible.

~ If you have an item you've decided you don't want, don't randomly set it down somewhere. Hand it to the cashier and just tell her you changed your mind. It's much easier for her to put it in a restock bin than it is for a stocker to try to find it in the random spot you put it in later.

~ Don't bring a pet with you unless it's a registered service animal. Your untrained chihuahua that shits in the cart and barks at everyone who walks by is NOT a service animal.

~ Don't make messes. Don't unfold a whole stack of shirts and sling them all over a table, what are you like 4 years old?

Grocery or other shopping doesn't have to be an ordeal. Get in and get out, be courteous, and get back to the rest of your day, folks. Also, happy summer.