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The Menu | Part 1

“Vices to fill a Void”

A/N: so I decided this is gonna be a two-parter because if theres one thing I’m good at, it’s edging my dear readers ;)

~word count: 3.4k~

Pairing | dark! Joel Miller x f! reader

Summary: Joel Miller has a menu concocted just for his customers. Pills? He’s got ‘em. Guns? Ammo? Name your price. Booze to warm the broken souls and hearts of the QZ? give him a holler. Everything comes with a price, of course. Joels got somethin’ special on his menu. Somethin’ that he doesn’t advertise freely. Y’gotta want it. Y’gotta have a desire that matches his own, only then will he offer what you seek.

Warnings: dark themes, two feral cats energy, mentions of deceased bodies, Joel is an asshole that knows how to get exactly what he wants. Dark! Joel, post!outbreak, Joel and Tess run the black market in the QZ, age gap, Joel is in his 40’s reader is in her late 20’s, mentions of drugs, smoking, alcohol, graphic depictions of violence, reader is a spitfire with a no-shit taking attitude, enemies to lovers type beat, Joel likes to play mind games, reader has no physical descriptions, readers nickname is Angel, +18 minors dni!

The first time you meet the infamous Joel Miller is in his and Tess’s apartment in one of the few available Boston QZ apartments. Rumor on the street is that Joel and Tess are an item. When in all actuality, they’re business partners that occasionally fuck. His options, however, are not just limited to Tess. He likes to keep that part of his business on the low. He’s got a reputation, sure. But he doesn’t boast it proudly like a peacock. He knows his expertise, and he knows it well. His purpose in the structure of the QZ was smuggling. He’d bring pills, booze, ammo, guns, and anything else that was desirable. He’d trade for ration cards; a hefty amount of them. Sometimes, he’d allow his customers to trade their bodies, but he was quite picky, and it ain’t had anything to do with women’s appearances. In that department, he indulged in all body types. What he was most intrigued about was their minds. Their ability to survive, and most importantly, what they desired most in this shit-hole world.

He liked it when they were verbal. Silence was not a name in his game. He liked it when they showed up at his doorstep knowing exactly what it was that they wanted from him. He could play all the cards, and he played them well. He could be empathetic if they asked for it. He could pretend to love them just for the night. He could yank their hair, dig his nails into their flesh and call them a dirty, useless whore, but only if it was requested. See, he wasn’t all that brutal of a man, but if you weren’t careful and direct, he might send you home with more than just an ache between your thighs. He knew how to fuck, and he enjoyed it almost as much as he enjoyed beating a man senseless, almost.

You, however, held no interest to know what laid beneath his weathered jeans. You showed up wanting one thing, and one thing only. A vice to fill the hole in the void of your heart. You knew that Joel Miller’s menu was just what the doctor ordered.

Tess and Joel were seated at the kitchen table going through their supplies for the day. They had their usual customers, but Joel was always intrigued to see new faces walk through his door.

A cigarette dangled between his lips as he flipped through a stack of ration cards. The scent of tobacco wafted through the cracks in the door frame as your knuckles rapped firmly along the chipped paint. You knocked once, then twice five seconds later. It was customary like a code. Not that Joel or Tess had any concerns with FEDRA; they were a part of his regular cycle of customers too.

“Come in.” His voice was thick, deep, and dripping with authority.

The tip of the cigarette glowed bright orange as he inhaled the toxic fumes. The nicotine that coursed through his system calmed his nerves. Everyone had their own skeletons in their closets after all.

He paused his counting momentarily as he listened to the door handle squeak before it was pushed open.

“Sit.” He rasped with his freehand gesturing to the open seat in front of the table. “State your business.”

You watched the way the smoke coiled around his head like an ashy halo through the stagnant air. His brow cocked in your direction as his eyes zoned in on the stack of ration cards that you pulled from your jacket pocket.

“I was told that your menu is designed to cater to one's vices. I’m needin’ a bottle of booze, and a pack of smokes if you got any.” You placed the ration cards along the table before leaning back against the chairs frame.

“We ain’t got a whole pack, unfortunately. Five cards gets you five sticks, and three gets ya a bottle of hooch.” He declared in his warm Texas twang.

He was handsome, you’d give him that satisfaction only.

“I’ve got ten cards total. How about you throw’n two more smokes to make it even?” You countered smoothly as you crossed your arms against your chest.

“A negotiator, huh? Well, I'll tell ya what, girlie. Y’got yourself a deal. Y’new around here? Ain’t seen ya before.” He knew pretty much every face in the QZ. But yours remained a mystery. He wasn’t all too big of a fan of mysteries.

“Don’t think that is any of your concern, Joel.” You ignored his question as you passed off the cards.

“True.” He mused with a grin tugging across his lips. ‘S’alright. I’ll jus’ end up findin’ out about you in my own way.” He shrugged with the utmost casualness that sent your blood boiling under the surface. “Besides, my customers always end up comin’ back for more.” He grabbed a bottle of hooch and seven freshly rolled cigarettes concealed in tinfoil.

“There ain’t much for you to find out. Wouldn’t go wastin’ your time.” You grabbed the bottle swiftly before tucking it into the inner lining of your jacket. Before he could send you on your way, however, you unrolled the tinfoil to inspect the handiwork. Once you were satisfied with the merch, you plucked one of the cigarettes and placed it between your lips. “You got a light I can borrow?”

His nose twitched and his eyes squinted tightly before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. He beckoned you silently to lean in as he ignited the flame.

“Y’know, these are a nasty habit to break.” He leaned back into his chair with his own cigarette dying between his lips. “Ain’t nothin’ like a good ole’ fashioned nicotine addiction.”

You scoffed under your breath as you took a deep inhale of the cancerous smoke that filled your lungs. “Says the man puffin’ away on one right in front of my face.”

He didn’t even look half fazed by your remark as he blew the smoke drifting from his lips off to the side.

You stared at one another a second longer before you stood up from your chair and snatched the cigarettes from the table.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Joel Miller. See ya around.”

Before he could respond, you were already slipping back out his apartment door and into the hallway.

“Man, she’s got a pair of balls on her, huh?” Tess mused from her seat alongside him.

“Yeah,” He smirked. “She sure does.”

The next time you saw Joel Miller was a few weeks later. You were assigned with assisting in dumping deceased infected into the deep pits where their flesh would be burned and melted away and all that would be remaining was their brittle bones. You had done this job enough times to get used to the putrid stench of rotting flesh. Others, however, couldn’t stand the smell. Some would pass out, others would empty what little was in their stomachs.

A denim-clad shoulder brushed against you as you lifted another body from the truck bed.

“Fancy seein’ you here, Angel.” Joel’s voice was muffled through the bandana he wore across his face, but you knew it was him just from that Texas twang of his.

Your eyes rolled back as walked past him and dropped the body into the flames that engulfed it.

“C’mon now.” He mused. “I know y’heard me.” He pressed.

“Fuck off, Joel.” You muttered under your breath as you bumped his shoulder harshly.

“Y’break that nasty habit yet?” He asked with a twinge of curiosity.

“Nope. Don’t plan on it either.”

Much to your relief, he walked away without speaking another word. It was short-lived however as he was standing right behind you in line to receive your ration cards for the day. The air was hot and almost unbearable as you wiped the sweat of your brow along your sleeve. When the cards were placed into your outstretched palm you shoved them deep into your pocket. The pay wasn’t worth the work that you put in.

Before you could disappear around the corner of the alley to head home, a hand grasped your shoulder rather firmly and before you could reach for your concealed weapon, your back was met with something hard that nearly knocked the air from your lungs.

Joel Miller.

“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doin’, Joel?!” You hissed under your breath as he flipped you around to face him.

“Got a proposition for ya, girlie. Trust me, you’ll want in.” His voice dipped down an octave as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of pills. Painkillers you suspected. The kind of shit that people could easily find themselves getting addicted to.

“And what makes you fuckin’ think that I would wanna do anythin’ for you?” What the fuck was this guys problem? The nerve he had.

“Cus’ I know there’s somethin’ that you want. Somethin’ that you need. Besides, you ain’t gonna make it long here if you don’t start usin’ people. S’the only way to survive in this world now. So, here’s what you’re gonna do. Tess and I wanna branch out further and in order to do that, we gotta get the rest of FEDRA off our backs.”

“You ain’t know shit about me, Joel. I’m doin’ just fine on my own.” You ripped your arm from his grasp, but he was quicker than you expected.

“I ain’t askin’ you, Angel. I’m tellin.’ Now, you’re gonna take these pills, and you’re gonna go on over to those guys o’there, and you’re gonna trade them. Y’get half the ration cards from the deal. Seem fair?” His tall stature loomed over you like a shadow being casted across the sun. Everything about this man was massive. His hands. His bulging arms. His shoulders. He was built like a fucking fridge, and he clearly wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Is this what you do to all of your customers? Corner them into alleys and force them to do your dirty work for you?” You scoffed as you ripped the baggy from his hand. “And I get all the cards. I ain’t gonna let you just go and boss me around for half.”

“Jus’ the pretty ones that have a mouth to ‘em.” He mused with a wicked grin. “Fine. Y’get all the cards, but only if they agree to trade. Go on now, Angel. Time's a tickin away.” He nudged you forward with the palm of his calloused hand resting along your lower back.

“Asshole.” You hissed under your breath as you stashed the pills into your pocket before departing from the alley. If there was one thing you were good at, it was getting men to give you exactly what you wanted. You could flutter your lashes, giggle, flirt a little and their little egos would be crushed to dust beneath your fingertips.

“Hey boys, got a minute?” You spoke in a honeyed voice as the three officers diverted their attention towards you.

Joel watched from the shadows of the alley as you worked your charm like a fiddle. He was impressed with your natural skills. You certainly were no pushover. He did wonder if this was all a facade that you wore confidently. He thought briefly about what it would be like to have you beneath his sheets. What would you request from him? Would you ask him to be sweet and gentle? To fuck you like a man oughta? Or, would you be willing to share your deepest, darkest, filthy desires with him? He hoped for the latter.

When the deal was done, you made your way back across the street. Maybe Joel Miller was right. Maybe you should start using people for what they have. Who gave a fuck about morale anyway?

“How’d it go?” he inquired with his broad arms crossed against his chest as he leaned back against the brick wall.

“They wouldn’t take the bait unfortunately.” You let out a faux sigh. “Guess the deal is off.”

“What a shame, Angel. I surely thought you had it in ya. Guess I was wrong. Oh well. Good luck to ya.” He pushed himself off the wall only to find himself being pushed right up against it. Your palm lay flat against his chest as your freehand reached into your pocket and pulled out a single ration card.

His brow raised curiously as you went to slip the card into his back pocket. His eyes widened when he felt the warmth of your fingers searing through his jeans. At this close proximity, he got a proper whiff of your natural scent, and his cock pathetically twitched in the tight confines of the denim.

“Here’s your half of the deal. Decided to be generous.” You whispered through the thick growing tension.

His hand reached up to grab your wrist but before he could make contact with your skin, you were already stepping away from his reach. Your fingers rose in a mock salute before you turned on your heel and walked away.

Fuck. She’s perfect.

The next time Joel Miller saw you it's past curfew. Hours to be exact. The Boston QZ streets are quiet sans the labored breathing and deep grunts coming from a group of low-life scumbags.

“I already told you, I don’t have shit on me!” You emptied out your pockets to show these fuckers that you weren’t messing around. Would raw honesty really keep these men from tearing you apart?

“Bullshit. Y’got stuff back at your place, right? C’mon now darlin’, don’t lie to us. We’ve seen you hangin’ around Miller. Y’workin’ with him?” The man that had you pinned against the brick wall pressed further.

“Oh, for fuck sakes! Are y’all really that boneheaded to think that i’m gonna be carryin’ merch on me out in the open like this?!” You yelled out of frustration as you tried to pin your wrists free to reach your concealed knife.

“How about you shut the fuck up and tell us where Joel’s apartment is, and we won’t have to kill you. How’s that sound?” The man twisted your wrists tightly to the point where you were just waiting to hear a sickening crack.

“I don’t know where his apartment is, asshole. And even if I did know, I wouldn’t tell the likes of you because i’m not a fuckin’ rat!” You hissed between your gritted teeth as you threw your head back in one swift movement right into the face of the man that was holding you hostage. His nose crunched audibly from the force as he stumbled back right onto his ass.

Blood pooled and gushed down his lips as he yelled out a slew of profanities in your direction. Just as you were reaching for your knife, it was knocked from your grasp and clattered to the concrete out of your reach.

A fist collided with your face that sent you slamming into the brick wall with your ears wildly ringing.

You detected a familiar voice through your half-conscious haze as you slumped down to the ground with a labored wheeze.

A sickening crunch, followed by a strangled yell as Joel had one of the men in a headlock. Their body dropped to the ground like a bag of bricks. Eyes forever unmoving. The man that you headbutted was desperately trying to crawl away as Joel staggered after him. He bent down, grasping the hilt of your knife in his calloused palm.

His pupils were dark like a never ending black pit as he sent his steel-toed boot colliding into his gut over and over again. The man’s wails died in his throat as Joel flipped him over onto his back and slit his throat with one fatal swipe. Blood spurted from the entry wound and speckled Joel’s skin in a spray of crimson.

The third man almost got away, but Joel fired a bullet right into his spine without a second thought.

He focused his attention on you as he crouched down, knife still in his grasp, dripping with blood onto the pavement. His freehand grasped your face gently as he assessed your injuries. His good ear detected the sound of tires crunching under gravel; FEDRA.

“Angel, we need to go. We need to move. NOW.” He spoke urgently as he tucked your knife away before placing that hand along your shoulder. “FEDRA is gonna be here any minute, and I don’t know about you, but my ass is NOT bein’ thrown in lockup!”

When you didn’t immediately respond to his dire request, he took matters into his own hands, literally. You felt his strong arms lift you from the ground as if you weighed nothing. He left the crime scene in a flash. He was speaking to you, but you couldn’t detect his words as his mouth was moving too fast.

The last thing you remembered seeing was his dark, espresso brown eyes, and his blood spattered skin.

“Need’ya to open your eyes for me, sweetheart. C’mon. Guy knocked ya pretty good, but you’ll live.” Joel murmured close to your face as you were coming to.

What the fuck.

Your lashes fluttered for a moment and then snapped open. Despite the ache in your face from being punched, and the pounding in your skull, you immediately shot your hands upwards and shoved harshly at his broad chest.

“Joel?! What the actual fuck–”

“Ah, there she is. The sleepin’ beauty awakes, finally!” He’s grinning like a cheshire cat as he moves off the couch to give you space to breathe.

“What the fuck are you doin’ here, Joel?”

“Wow.” He tuts under his breath dissaprovingly. “Can’t even get a thank you for savin’ your fuckin’ life?”

“I had the situation handled on my own. What the hell were you doin’ out past curfew anyway?” You sat up a little too fast as blood rushed to your head.

His strong hands were gently easing you back down to a lying position before he was backing off again.

“Easy now, Angel. I wouldn’t sit up a’that fast if I were you.” He warned you sternly.

“Well, good thing you aren’t me, huh?” You snapped back as you swung your legs over the side of the couch.

This time he was more forceful in his actions as his hands pressed down on your shoulders firmly. “I said, stay put. God, can’t you jus’ fuckin’ listen to me when I tell ya to take it easy? You’re gonna bust your nose back open, and the stitches on the back of your head. Just chill the fuck out.” You could taste his hot breath on his tongue and feel his pulse quicken. The bulging veins in his neck protruded through the thin skin.

You swallowed harshly as your gaze wavered along the remnants of blood on his skin. Why didn’t he bother to wash it off? You couldn't help but wonder.

“I didn’t fuckin’ need your help, Joel. And you still haven’t answered my previous question either.”

He rolled his eyes before he lifted his hands from your shoulders and stalked away into the kitchen. You heard him grumbling under his breath as he slammed open a cabinet door that was already hanging by the hinges on its last legs.

“Oh, I see. So you’re just gonna ignore me now? Y’know, its fuckin’ rude to not answer someone when they ask you a question, Joel.” You muttered mostly to yourself, but you secretly had hoped that he heard you too.

Two semi-cleaned glasses were yanked from the sink and lifted from their rims as Joel swiped up a bottle of whiskey before stalking back over to the couch. He slammed the glasses down on the faded coffee table before popping the cap off with his teeth.

You were infuriating. Disrespectful. And he wanted nothing more than to put you right back into your fucking place. He however, refrained from doing so and instead poured a large splash of amber liquor into both glasses.

“Y’know, Angel. One day that mouth of yours is gonna send ya six feet under.” He stated firmly as he picked up his glass, swirled the liquor around before throwing it down his throat in one gulp.

Your eyes narrowed into slits as you glared at him from the couch. You reached for your own glass as you slowly sat up. He was pouring himself another when you downed the liquor without a fuss.

“I am well aware of that, Joel.” You deadpanned and he poured you another.

“Good, that’s real good, Angel. S’then it should come as no surprise to you that I think you’re a fuckin’ disrespectful brat.” He rasped low and deep as his words rumbled like an oncoming storm.

The tension in the room was palpable as you stared one another down. Two predators with sharpened claws ready to strike.

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Eavesdrop/Nightmare: May 14 & 15 Prompts from @calaisreno

The mail he’d retrieved from 221B has now sat on Harry’s kitchen table for three days. He’d felt drained that first evening, and couldn’t get himself to care enough to summon the energy to look through it; he figured after a night’s sleep he’d be able to focus on it in the morning. Except that he hadn’t felt that he wanted to start the day with the mail, not knowing if it would then throw the rest of the day off-kilter: best to tackle it at the end of the day.

Except that the white envelopes had glared too brightly in the kitchen light that evening, making his eyes hurt, and when he turned down the lights, the pile seemed best left alone in the halftoned dimness.

When he had sat down today with a ham and cheese sandwich at lunch time, Harry had loomed over him, set down a rubbish bin, and pointed at the pile, her eyes narrowed.

 “It’s not going to sort itself, John,” she says, as she sits down opposite him. “Maybe sorting out the pile will get you sorted.”

He takes a bite of his sandwich and screws up his face. “Ha, ha, very funny, Harry.”

“Here, little brother. I bet I can coax you with one of these,” she says, pulling a chocolate orange from her pocket and detaching a slice. “For every handful you get through, I’ll give you a slice as a reward.”

“Omigod, Harry, I’m not five years old.”

She raises an eyebrow at him. “Prove it. Chin up, Johnny.”

John grimaces. “All right. But I want a chocolate slice up front, in addition to the one that comes after I get through a stack.”

She rolls her eyes. “Okay. Deal.” She picks up three envelopes and places a chocolate piece on top and hands them over, and gets back up. “I’m gonna make a cuppa – do you want one?” 

“Of course, thanks.”

John chews and sorts, and sorts and chews; most of the pieces of mail do end up being binned. He sets aside a few that are from former clients; two of them had cheques inside. He’s been separating out what are likely to be condolence cards, and looks askance at them when he’s done. 

Harry nods approvingly, handing him a chocolate orange slice. He sighs. She hands him a second slice, and he gives her a sheepish whisper of a smile. 

What’s left are various advertising circulars for neighborhood stores and local take-away menus. In some ways these make him sadder than the stack of condolence cards. He can’t bring himself to bin any of those items and pushes them aside, and idly pulls a multi-page brochure toward himself. It’s glossy and expensive, like part of an informational campaign for the latest flash Mercedes or BMW, and has a full-scale photo of a moto-cross athlete off in some canyon area, who has made a spectacular leap from an outcropping with his machine, hanging in mid-air.

"What’s that?” Harry asks.

John shrugs, “Some sort of impact absorbent material for athletes.”

“For athletes?” she teases. “Then how’d you get on their mailing list? Your rugby days are a bit beyond you, mate.”

“Ah, sod off, Harry. I dunno," he says, flipping through the pages and seeing all the images of lab equipment and white coats. "Maybe it was something Sherlock was into. Looks like geeky chemistry stuff.”

“That may be so, but it’s your name on the address, not his.”

“Maybe because I was his blogger. Who cares? It’s not relevant to anything,” he says dismissively, tossing it in the bin.

“Well, here’s the rest of the orange. I’ve got things to do, and places to be. I’ll see you later this evening, probably after dinner time, yeah?”

“Sure, no problem. See you later.”

John reaches for the chocolate, a ragged, pensive mood settling in. He looks down at the brochure lying on top of the other discards in the bin, and then slowly turns to look intently at the stack of condolence cards. Reluctantly, he goes back-and-forth once more, and then stills.

Bodies flying through the air. Bodies falling. Bodies crashing. The familiar stuff of his nightmares. But something tweaks inside his head, and he tries to refocus on whatever fleeting point has flickered on, then off, before he can catch hold of it.

Bodies flying through the air, wearing protective material. Bodies falling, buffered by protective material. Bodies crashing, withstanding the impact due to protective material.

No! he says emphatically to himself, as his mind suggests that maybe, just maybe, his flying detective might have been similarly outfitted. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Of course not. It’s absurd to think that. After all, he saw Sherlock’s body up close, felt for a pulse that wasn’t there.

He tries to calm his breathing, and to think logically, and not let his mind race along imaginary paths. No, of course not. Even if Sherlock had been wearing something like this, it doesn’t mean he survived the fall. And if he had, why would he have let everyone think him dead?

Just a magic trick, John.

John suddenly stands up and shakes his head in frustration. Is he finally going 'round the twist?

Surely, there would have been a sign. He looks down at the brochure, full of images of athletes doing extreme sports, and soldiers, and probably stunt people from motion pictures.

He walks over to the sitting room so that he can grab a sofa cushion, and then furiously punches it over and over and over again, hurls it across the room in disgust when he’s finished, and then collapses into the nearest chair.

Maybe he should he talk to someone? Who would he talk to? Mycroft? Um, no, he snorts. As if that fucker would ever give a straight answer. Plus he’d probably have him sectioned on the spot. Mrs. Hudson? What if there are other oddities to be accounted for? Even if she didn’t turn him away from her doorstep, looking at him pityingly, it probably wouldn’t do to discuss such things at Baker Street. Big brother was probably still eavesdropping, because, why not? Does a leopard change its spots?

And then the picture of Anderson showing up on his doorstep a few weeks back floats into his mind. It was a few weeks back, yeah? What had Anderson said? Something about Sherlock not being dead and his having picked up traces that showed that he’d been in Europe. At least John thinks that's what he said. The roaring in his ears before he smashed Anderson’s nose might have distorted whatever the tosser had been going on about. 

Disbelievingly, John thinks: Perhaps he should go to see Anderson? Maybe, John says to himself, shaking his head in doubt, a sour taste in his mouth. Surely not, he responds.

But what if what Anderson has to say isn't impossible; only improbable? John has no idea what to do. At this moment, for now, the only decision he's capable of making . . . is no decision at all.

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[thislongstandinggrudge]

@tumblingxelian asked me:

This image is an advertisement for RWBY: Ice Queendom. More specifically, a lottery that was run through the eeo anime store!I looked to see if any of this stuff was still available, but I couldn't find much of it.

Here's what the raffle prizes were!

These were the sets you could win them in!

A Prize: RWBY Wall Scroll

B Prize: Acrylic Figures

C Prize: Collective Bottles (Bookmarks maybe?)

D Prize: Acrylic keychains

E Prize: Acrylic trading cards

For every five lottery tickets, you'd get one post card (pictured on the lower left). As well, every five tickets would enter you into a second lottery to receive an art board (lower right).

I tried to take some of these illustrations out, or find them somewhere, but I couldn't (easily). I'll keep my eyes peeled! In the meantime, there was a header image!

Also, if anyone wants me to look for something or know if I have it, please feel free to leave a comment under my pinned post or send me an ask!

I'd like to work on compiling the RWBY Ice Queendom Cafe menu next!

[ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey]

Déjà Brew

@hinnymicrofic June 15 "Coffee," Muggle AU, Coffee Shop <3

Harry isn’t trendy enough for this shop, that much is obvious.

The bulletin boards are plastered with advertisements for several local bands and a poetry slam; the chalkboard lists at least ten different types of milk alternatives and more flavor shot options than he thought possible; and some indie song he’s never heard in his life blares from the speakers.

He considers turning around, but decides the day calls for coffee more than it calls for a tactical retreat, and he presses on.

He’s still staring at the menu, upon which every order has been assigned a kitschy nickname, when he arrives at the front of the line, trying to decipher how to order an americano without making a tit of himself. The barista asks what he’d like and he panic-orders a plain black coffee so there’s no room for error, the pain in his voice apparent. He starts digging around in his wallet for his credit card, and it isn’t until he goes to hand it over that his eyes land on the barista and he freezes.

Fuck she’s pretty.

It’s an annoyingly blokey thing to think, but he thinks it, and keeps on thinking it as her lips quirk into a smirk and her amber eyes glint with amusement at his expression and she tucks an errant strand of coppery hair behind her ear.

“Do you really want a black coffee?” the local goddess moonlighting as a barista asks, her nose scrunched in amusement. “Or did you panic?”

Panic is an ongoing state of affairs, frankly. “Er…” he says, in a fruitless attempt to kick start his brain. “How could you tell?”

“Call it a barista’s intuition,” she says with a wink. “Plus you look like you were having a tooth pulled trying to read the menu.”

“The fuck’s nitro cold foam?”

“Nothing you’d ever order.”

“You don’t know that,” Harry says obstinately, ignoring the way speaking with her seems to be having the same effect as the four shots of espresso he’d intended to order would have. “I’m very difficult to read.”

She snorts, and he’s not sure whether to be offended or enchanted. “Let me guess,” she narrows her eyes. “You want straight espresso.”

“How–”

“You look too tired for two. A bit too young for four. Three shots?”

“I’ll just have a nitro cold foam, thanks.”

“Sure,” the barista says with a chuckle. “Only, that’s supposed to go on top of an order.”

“Well, shit.”

She laughs, and Harry decides right then and there that he likes this shop, after all. Might be his new favorite place.

“I wanted four, actually,” he admits.

“Rough day, eh?” the barista says sympathetically. His eyes flit down to her nametag, Ginny, and linger for a beat too long. Her smirk tells him she notices. “For future reference, if you want four espresso shots you can order the Déjà Brew, double.”

“Fuck’s sake, that’s terrible.”

“It’s revolting,” she agrees cheerfully and turns around to pull his espresso shots, revealing that the back of her is as tragically fit as the front.

She hands him his drink a few minutes later. “Enjoy. Don’t expect you’ll be visiting again, eh?”

I will if you’re here. “Never know. Could do.”

“I hope so,” she adopts a decidedly wicked expression that does something funny to his stomach. “It’ll be just like Déjà Brew.”

He lets out a bark of laughter. The joke is objectively terrible, as is everything about the hipster shop.

He'll be back tomorrow.

[number-onekidqueen]

Please do a Children of Hermes headcanon when you feel like it! Your Apollo one was really unique for sure!

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

Fast talkers

Great poker faces, you know how to play cards

Knows all the drama whether you want to or not

Really inclusive people

Lots of empathy and acceptance. If someone has something they feel like most people will judge and reject, chances are you guys won't

Plus, you're used to so many people and such different things, chances are you won't be surprised

People-skills, but borderline manipulative

Like yes, you can make people feel worthy and nice, but you can also sweet-talk your way into getting pretty much anything

At the same time though, pathological people pleasers

You want to keep everyone happy, you want to make everyone feel accepted, you want to make sure that everyone is excited and comfortable and enjoying themselves

And also at the same time, possibly pathological liars

Or just very good ones. It's as easy as breathing

Despite that however, the truth and honesty is important to you guys. You hate fake people, and you want to know how people really feel or what's really real, not some fabrication

Connects most with the funny side characters that actually are lowkey struggling under their facade

Spontaneous, always down for a new adventure

Really curious too. You'll be the ones to suggest trying something new on the menu, or going to a new cafe

Dimples when they smile probably

Great athletes, especially fast runners

Probably the most diverse set of kids because as Hermes is so acceptingly eclectic, he doesn't really have a type and goes around everywhere....

Got in trouble when they were kids (even if they were innocent), because they just have that wild, troublesome spark about them

If you get them angry, watch out, because best believe they have an intricate plan to your downfall? Is it super violent? Maybe not, but trust me when I say you will suffer

Have good travel discounts, Ubers, deals, flights they have everything

Words of affirmation is your love language. You guys need to communicate and can't function when everyone's feelings are all cloudy and you're not sure how people feel about you

Probably have a list of roasts and pick up lines just in case-

Can communicate with sheep as a little shepherd's blessing

You like shoes and probably have good-branded ones

Subjects such as economics, commerce or finance you enjoy

Playing the harp is another little blessing you have

Good secret keepers

Stealthy

Persuasive, like you guys can go far in advertising and communications

A bit of an ego, but definitely some insecurities too

Loneliness is something they deal with. They like having a group, and fitting in and laughing along withe everyone, and if people aren't connecting or they're on their own a lot, chances are they'll suffer a bit

[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 8 Matsuribayashi pt. 21

Okay, so new rule for me, no declarative statements about how I’ll be doing these chapters. I almost always wind up doing the opposite of what I said I wouldn’t do.

Depression of a Shinto priest, continued

Man, who hasn’t been put in that incredibly awkward situation where you’re forced to defend a friend against a group of people shit talking them? Earlier chapters didn’t really dive in to what sort of character the Furude priest was, but I think these sections do a good job of showing that despite being labeled an opportunist centrist fuck he’s a pretty reasonable guy. Of course the problem with him saying everybody should take a chill pill is he can’t exactly advertise he knows these secret government plans.

One of the things that I find interesting about the connecting fragments is the earlier claim that these are all viewed from Hanyuu’s perspective. It’s interesting to me because despite that claim they are very clearly told from the perspective of one of the other cast members. There’s a lot of internal discussion, and monologue that there’s really no way Hanyuu could possibly know. It’s a little inconsistency, but I don’t mind it.

Mion Sonozaki

Another peek behind my screenshotting curtain here is that with each of these fragments I’m actually cutting out the title cards at the very end of the fragment. Mainly it’s in an effort to cut down on the length of this playthrough, and also because I feel you don’t need your hand held that the section is over. The menu title screens however, I just like them being there. Although thinking about it I could have cut out 104 or so additional screenshots if I didn't include the title cards like the Mion Sonozaki there. But hell, I've already accounted for them in the screenshot budget, so there here to stay.

I love that despite being a horrible shrew of a woman Oryou engages in the seemingly universal trend of old people giving young children candy. I don’t know if people still do that sort of thing these days, but I remember as a child an old neighbor gave kids little candies when he was out and about. Always a lemon candy from what I remember. Maybe people stopped doing that because of how dangerous society is these days, I don’t know. It’s a fairly humanizing moment for the woman who pretends to act like this terrible vile creature publicly.

I didn’t put much thought towards it at the time going from the Depression of a Shinto Priest, to Mion Sonozaki here, but thinking about it this was a rather fitting pair of fragments to go back to back. They both exemplify rather well how the idea of trying to wait and see for the situation to improve very rarely ever works out. Especially for those who are being victimized by an unfair situation they have no control over.

It’s actually kind of remarkable that despite every adult hating the Houjou family for the sake of keeping up appearance that none of that ever trickled down to the children. I’m sure you were a child at some point, and I’m also positive that at some point you probably heard a family talk trash over some other kid’s family situation. Even if it never happened to you, I’m sure you might be vaguely aware of your parents at some point saying they don’t want you hanging out with so and so because their dad’s a sketchy individual. Maybe it’s a cultural thing? But I’m just surprised there isn’t some faint learned prejudice against Satoko and Satoshi. Maybe that’s why she only hangs out with the gaming club?

I don’t quite understand why the series has decided recently that Keiichi is the chosen one, but there it is I guess.

[heard-nsfw-is-back]

New years eve for Steve was always sort of disappointing. His parents were always away on some kind of "important business trip" and his 'friends' always came over to party and left a huge mess the next day to clean. It sucked. His nannies sent cards though and he always kept them safe in a box under his bed. Not that he was worried about his parents finding them but just to hold and read over and over when he got sad or lonely. After high school he would drive around to different restaurants or diners. Try to trick his mind in to thinking he was at a party or surrounded by loved ones. Robin was great but she needed family time and he never pushed he away from that. She wanted to be with her folks and he genuinely loved that for her.

He got dressed and looked at the map of his next diner to go to. A small mom and pop shop that boasted the best meatloaf ever. He pulled up the directions on his phone and called them just to make sure they would be open for a while. "Hello, Munson's. We're open our regular business hours. No we don't take reservations. How can I help you?" Steve laughed. "Well actually that was very helpful. Although I do hope that meatloaf is as good as you advertise." The voice on the other side got serious. "I would never exaggerate the quality of our meat." Steve made a face and the other person choked. "I know how that sounded I'm so sorry I did not think about it at all." Steve chuckled. "Well I look forward to trying your best meat." And hung up.

He pointed at his reflection. "Hey. What the fuck was that? A felony. Is what that was. Relax." But oh man that voice was so nice. Deep and throaty. Perfect pitch too. Steve pointed the other hand at his reflection. "Enough. Chill."

He got in the car after he could think about anything else and drove up. Meatloaf and broccoli, and mashed potatoes maybe, sounded so good. On the way back he could stop and get some good champagne and cheers himself to a new year. Happy with his plans and blaring some music he was content with everything. Which of course meant everything went sideways.

On the way his tire went out. Luckily there was a tire place because surprising no one that was his spare. The tap to pay was down and he had to use his emergency cash from the glove compartment. And he was getting really hungry and cranky. He finally found a spot to park because, of course, there was no parking lot. Steve finally made his way in and was hit with the best smells. Maple syrup and bacon and mozzarella cheese. Fuck he was hungry.

He waited by the counter and there was a guy maybe a few years older than him who waved his way. "Give me a minute I'll be right there." Oh it was the guy from the phone. He was covered in tattoos from what Steve could see and had long hair in a bun under a net. His boots had so many chains and little things hung from them. When he finished up with the group he was with and punched the other in on the tablet he turned to Steve. "Sorry about that. Staying here or taking your fine feast home?" Steve shook his head. "Here I think." The man blinked at him and smiled. "Ok I'll take you to your seat. Table or booth?" "Oh booth please."

He walked Steve over to his seat and handed him a menu. "Just flag me when you're ready. I'm Eddie by the way. Nice to meet you I'll be taking care of you tonight." Steve smiled, turning the charm up just a bit. "Ok Eddie, thank you." Eddie blinked again and walked away. Steve played with his nails. Ah man. He made it awkward. He made a quick glance at the menu but just waited till Eddie. Nope. His server would come back to order.

A little while later Eddie kind of shuffled his way over. Steve toned it down and smiled politely. "Ready?" Eddie looked almost disappointed and Steve made quick work of ordering and Eddie all but scrambled to get his order to the kitchen. Steve scrolled through some apps. Mostly stalking Robin on Twitter. A little while later Eddie brought out the food and Steve dug in. Ok yeah. The ads did not exaggerate even a little. This was fucking amazing. He texted Robin and she sent a gif of someone rolling their eyes. He stuck his tongue out at his phone and got lost in scrolling and people watching. Only sort of eating when he remembered. "Everything ok?" Steve jumped in the air. "Jesus!" Eddie held his hands up. "Sorry. Sorry. Should have walked the other way." Steve held a hand to his chest. "No you're fine. The food is great. Really great quality meat you guys have."

Eddie groaned. "Oh no you would be the guy from the phone. Look. I'm so sorry about that I wasn't really thinking. It was super unprofessional. Don't worry my uncle heard it and gave me an earful." Steve laughed. "No you're fine it was funny." Eddie played with his lip. "No I'm just glad you took it ok." Steve smiled. "Banter is one of my greatest talents. Taking it is what I'm best at." Eddie's eyebrows shot up and Steve covered his face. "That. That wasn't. I mean. It was funny. But not what I was going for." "You don't usually go for taking things people give you?" Steve grinned. "Oh its so on." Eddie held out his hand and Steve gave his phone over. "Should save your number as best quality meat." Eddie scoffed. "It wasn't my best please don't let that be my legacy." Steve rested his head in his hand. "Oh I don't know. What should I save you as then?" Fully committed to flirting with the hot waiter. Robin was going to lose it. She would be fully hiding under the table for this. Eddie typed in something and locked his phone. "I have a few hours left. I'll call you later."

Steve paid and hopefully didn't imagine the world's prettiest eyes staring at him on the way out.

A few hours later Steve was in the tub, sipping on probably the grossest champagne, texting Robin who was hiding in her parent's bathroom. She needed some downtime and was apparently faking an upset stomach. Steve was telling her about his day and she just sent a voice memo of her absolutely losing it. "Steve!! You could have been kicked out!" He frowned. No he could read people pretty well. And Eddie seemed more encouraging than not. His phone rang and 'Diner Daddy' was calling. "Ugh no awful I'm changing that name." He answered. Eddie laughed. "Sorry I couldn't really think of anything clever. Pretty boys have that effect on me I think." Steve pretended to sigh. "Well. It's not awful. I'll keep the Daddy. Just get rid of the Diner."

Eddie sucked in some air. "Or just put your name in." Steve backpedaled a bit. "Uh no I mean either works." Steve shrugged and changed the name to Eddie with a little black heart and the chain emoji. Safe enough, but he would know what he meant.

"Do you want to come back out and join me and some other people? We're throwing a party, we have fireworks and some more food." Steve hummed. "Yeah that sounds great! What should I bring?" "Nothing but that gorgeous face and even better ass. See you later." Eddie hung up and Steve pushed himself under the water. That's not fair, Eddie got the last word in and he's blushing hard enough to boil the water. He got a text of a pin and a time. He had a few hours to get ready and he scrambled to get going. Face routine, best cologne, and tightest pants. Steve stared at his reflection and decided on gloss and a soft sweater. It was nice enough to not be a jacket but he could not deal with the cold. He snapped a picture and sent it to Robin. 'Good?' She replied with a cartoon gif of some wolf howling and he smiled. She was the best.

Steve pulled up to a driveway covered in lights and people mingling and laughing. Music was playing from somewhere and he saw a lot filled with other cars. He parked and came out to Eddie walking over. "You made it! He looked great. Same pants and boots but his shirt was all cut up and Steve could barely make a band name out. "Yeah of course! It's been a while since I've been out here. Used to walk the woods and stuff when I was a teenager." Eddie grinned and held a hand out. Steve took it and they walked up to the house. "Gonna introduce you to my uncle and some friends."

He introduced Wayne and Jeff and Gareth. And another guy Steve almost immediately forgot the name of. Shit. The names sounded familiar though. "Oh are you the band? I forget the name." Dustin never stopped talking about them. Steve would definitely lord this over him though this summer. Eddie jumped around. "So you've heard of us merry men?" Steve smiled. "Sort of. The kids I watch listen to you though. Hogging the Bluetooth whenever they can." The guys smiled and looked at each other. "We're gonna make it big one day." Jeff said. "I believe it. Don't forget Hawkins when you're all living in your penthouses with your trophy wives." They laughed and made more small talk while Wayne cooked more food.

Eddie pulled Steve aside after a little bit. "Do you think we'll be famous? I mean I know we will be but. Are you kind of talking out of your ass?" Steve stared. "I think you will. Even if you don't the kids think the world of your music so." Steve shrugged. "You're already making an impact." Eddie nodded and swallowed. "Thanks. Thank you." Steve bumped his shoulder. "It's gonna be midnight soon. Want to light some fireworks?" Eddie grinned a little manic. "Oh absolutely."

They grabbed a few sparklers and Steve took some photos before Eddie walked away to light the big ones. He pulled out a timer and Steve waited almost impatiently for the fireworks. He looked around at everyone paired off or holding hands or cuddled in to each other and something very small, very cold let go of his chest. Silently he started crying. He wasn't upset or anything he just. He's never seen so much love in so many people. Everyone looked excited or nervous and he laughed. Eddie came up next to him, and reached for his hand.

"Can I kiss you? Please. For new years?" "Yes absolutely." Steve whispered and when people started counting down, Eddie held his jaw up. At 6 Steve felt Eddie's breath on his lips. At 3, their eyes closed. And when people started cheering at 1 and the fireworks went off, they kissed. God it was perfect. The laughter of loved ones. The lights around them. Eddie pulled Steve closer and for the first time in a long time, Steve felt right at home.

[hamsterclaw]

Top Boy

The shit that goes down when you venture out on the Northern line keeps you on your toes.

Pairing: Yoongi x f! reader, Hoseok 'Jay' x f! reader

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Warnings: Explicit sex, swearing

Word count: 3k

Author note: The Northern line on the London underground's notorious for being fucking long, and I used to take this route every day. There was never a cutie like Yoongi sitting across from me, ever!

The boy sat opposite you on the tube’s checking you out, he’s subtle about it but you know he’s noticed you.

You don’t mind, you didn’t put this dress on not to be seen.

You cross and uncross your legs, and catch his eyes flick to your thighs. 

You act like you haven’t noticed, scroll your phone. 

Next stop’s yours, you step out, minding the gap.

Walk down the platform to the way out, skipping past the signs for the other lines.

No Jubilee no the fuck Picadilly, tonight you have business to conduct.

You glance over your shoulder as you get on the escalator, notice that he’s behind you, one escalator over. 

Catch him staring at your ass, he doesn’t even look sorry about it.

You raise your brow at him and turn back.

He’s cute, all earrings and hair so fluffy you want to run your fingers through it. Even the hoodie he’s wearing is cute, oversized and emblazoned with initials on the front. Black on black on black.

You shake him off, tap your way out, turn right coming out the station.

It’s Jay you’re meeting tonight, and you don’t want to keep him waiting because out of all the guys you do business with, he’s the nicest and you actually do like him.

It’s barely nine and it’s dark because here you’re practically in fucking suburbia, the outer tendrils of the fucking Northern line of all places.

Jay’s waiting by the caf, outside even though it’s chilly for September.

Like you, dressed to be seen, a patchwork jumper in a riot of colours, hair ice blond, chains around his neck. Stomper boots that give him more height on you when he was taller than you to begin with.

He greets you with a bright smile you can’t help but return. 

You give him your latest, a stack of cards advertising a club night he’s hosting as J-hope.

He likes your work, you can tell by the way his eyes light up, making him look even brighter.

He shuffles through the stack, like you wouldn’t be consistent, or maybe his hands just need something to do. 

Jay seems like he’s always in motion. 

You wonder what he’s like in bed. 

Jay’s talking to you, smiling forgivingly when you apologise for tuning out, and then you realise someone else has joined you. 

The guy from the tube. The one who checked out your ass and legs and that was only what you caught him doing. 

When he speaks, introduces himself as Yoongi, you’re surprised by how deep and smooth his voice is. Is he a rapper like Jay? You want to hear more. 

You realise he’s waiting for you to say something, so you say your name. 

‘Want to get Korean food?’ Jay’s offering. ‘There’s a place down this road.’ 

You’re keen, you’re hungry, the boys are cute and you cannot face another trek down the Northern line when you’ve only just got here. 

You slip into a little hole in the wall with club flyers in the windows and a menu that’s all in Hangul with pictures. Jay and Yoongi discuss what they want in a mix of Korean and South London, and you check out your new friend to pass the time. 

He’s prettier up close, they both are. 

‘Our friend’s coming too, he’s running late,’ Jay tells you, once he’s ordered. 

‘Yeah?’

You don’t really know Jay that well but he seems cool, you’re sure his friends are cool. 

Yoongi’s leant back in the chair across from you. His knee brushes yours under the table, he didn’t seem that tall but maybe it’s the way he sits, spread out like his balls need their own fucking seat. 

God, this guy. 

‘Do you rap?’ you ask Yoongi. 

He curls his lip at you, makes your heart skip two beats. Fuck, this guy. 

‘Yeah. Jay and I perform together sometimes,’ he says. ‘What about you, do you rap?’ 

You laugh. ‘Nah, I just advertise,’ you tell him. 

‘Shame, I’d like to see you on a stage,’ he says, tucking his tongue into his cheek.

‘You being rude?’ you ask, sharp, and he straightens up, abrupt. 

Your eyes lock. 

Jay says, easy, ‘yeah, Yoongi, apologise, Y/N’s designs are too fucking good for me to lose her over you being a dickhead.’ 

‘I’m sorry,’ Yoongi says, no hesitation, just simple. ‘Also I’m sorry for checking you out hard on the tube.’

‘You weren’t that disrespectful,’ you say, shrugging. ‘I know how I look.’ 

‘That dress,’ Jay says, shaking his head. ‘You look good, Y/N.’ 

Behind you the door opens with a gust of cold. 

Jay and Yoongi are up, greeting their friend with affectionate hugs, the bro kind where their chests bump hard and make your own tits ache in phantom sympathy. 

The new guy turns to you, you can barely see his face under his beanie and over his face mask, but his eyes are bright, round, and he’s cute in a non-intimidating way. 

‘Jungkook,’ he says, eyes crinkling. 

You say your own name, he squeezes himself in next to you at the table.

The food starts coming, the conversation’s easy, and the fruity soju eases any awkward silences.

You’re having a good time with these cuties.

Jay’s as charming as he ever was, Jungkook’s a sweetheart but it’s Yoongi you find your eyes wandering to. 

You catch him looking back at you more often than not. 

Is it that you catch him or that he wants you to know he’s looking? 

Annoyingly he’s exactly your type. 

Aloof compared to Jay and Jungkook’s warmth, smiling a little like he’s amused by your jokes. 

Flicking his eyes to yours ever so often. 

Jolts of electric contact when he shifts in his seat, when he puts morsels on your plate. 

Jay calls for the bill, you’ve already made plans to stop by his friend’s place after. 

Jay seems to have a lot of friends but honestly, it doesn’t surprise you, not with the way he is. He smiles at the waitresses, making them giggle in unison. He acts like he enjoys all of Jungkook’s jokes, and the kid’s cute but he’s not as cute as the big deal Jay keeps making out of him. You remember the way he told Yoongi to behave himself on your behalf. 

The way Jay puts a hand on your back as you step out of the restaurant makes you look over at him curiously. 

He smiles at you, kind. ‘It’s a longish walk to my friend’s - will you be warm enough?’ 

‘Jungkook’s got enough layers to keep all of us warm,’ Yoongi says, on your other side. 

Jungkook obligingly offers his scarf. 

The walk’s shorter than you expected, or maybe you just wanted to walk more, with Jay next to you, chattering excitedly. His train of thought is difficult to follow, more of a series of unrelated stops than a linear path, but he’s so sweetly enthusiastic you like listening to him anyway. 

Behind you, you can hear Jungkook whinging to Yoongi, talking in pout so thick you can’t make out any individual words. Yoongi’s indulgent, his low voice soothing. 

Jay’s friend lives in a basement apartment off the high street, down a set of slippy concrete steps, purple filtering out the tiny window you can see from the front. 

The music’s banging, some sort of moody rock, heavy on the synth. 

Yoongi passes you a drink, something that looks like fucking Vimto but is enough to put hairs on your chest, if you were in the habit of speaking like your grandad. God rest his soul.

Yoongi takes the cup from you, chugs it down, says, ‘I’ll get you a better drink.’

He clasps your hand, tugs you gently behind him like he’s used to leading pretty girls to their own destruction.

His grip is firm, fingers knitting between yours in a way that seems intimate, bordering on erotic with the way his rings press against your skin.

‘Wait,’ you say, stopping.

Your face is already tilted to his when he turns around. 

His mouth tastes like sweet, his tongue cold from the drink. He grunts. Slides his arm around your waist like he was just waiting for an excuse to pull you up against him.

His rings are cold against the back of your neck as his mouth devours yours.

His thigh finds its way between yours, and you’re a short step away from grinding against it when Jay’s voice manages somehow to penetrate your haze.

‘Can I join?’ he asks, the cheeky bastard, like you’re talking fairground rides or the fucking queue to the loos or some shit.

You tilt your head at him.

‘Is that a yes?’ he asks.

Yoongi just waits, arm around your waist.

‘Yeah,’ you say. 

Jay walks around Jimin’s place like he knows it well, takes you out into his yard.

You’re warm from the soju and the new drink Yoongi had got you passing through the kitchen.

Jay reaches up above the doorframe, plucks out a key and a shed opens up into what looks like a bougie wet dream of a garden den.

‘Fuck,’ Yoongi says, admiring the sound equipment set up. 

Jay turns the lights down low, pats the seat of the couch next to him.

‘Come sit,’ he invites. 

You park your ass next to his. 

He still hasn’t touched you at all.

‘We can just chill if you want,’ he says, smiling, easy.

In response, you turn into him, put your hand on his chest and kiss him.

He lets out a slow breath, warm on your cheek. His lips are soft. He teases you, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth, plunging his tongue into your mouth in a suggestive rhythm that makes your cunt clench and your panties stick to you.

Yoongi’s kneeling by your feet, between your legs, big hands on each of your thighs.

‘Can I taste you too?’ he asks.

‘Tell me how wet she is, Yoongi,’ Jay says, pulling away from you just enough for his words to travel.

You let Yoongi part your thighs. His dark eyes travel up your bare legs, to the apex of your thighs.

‘Take em off,’ Yoongi says. His voice has dropped low, the gravel in it making you shiver.

You lift your hips, tug your panties down. 

Jay’s still kissing you, one hand over the curve of your waist. He grips your flesh, fingertips pressed into your skin, under your dress.

Yoongi hooks a finger over your curled up panties, tugs. His knuckle brushes against your cunt, and you whimper. He hums, curls his hands around your ass, pulls you forward on the couch.

He looks up at you from between your legs, has the audacity to smirk.

‘Can I taste?’

‘I already said you could,’ you remind him.

Yoongi laughs, pushes your thighs further apart to make room for his face. 

‘Careful what you wish for, pretty girl,’ he says, and there’s just enough time for the thrill of anticipation to snap you upright like a bow before his mouth is on you.

The rudeboy from the tube’s got his warm mouth on your cunt, and his tongue on your clit, and you were already wet and wanting from Jay’s kisses but now you want to move.

Shit, you need to move. You hear a breathy keening noise, a quiet moan, and you realise it’s you. You’ve got your hand carded through Yoongi’s hair, you’re rocking against his face, and fuck, fuck, this fucking guy’s forcing your hand. 

He laps the tip of his tongue against you, licking your clit swollen, making your thighs tremble with need.

‘Ngh,’ you gasp, an intake of breath you’ve sucked straight out of Jay’s warm mouth. 

Jay runs a hand over your waist, squeezing. He brushes his lips over your neck, shifts a little, throwing the outline of his hard cock into stark relief against his jeans. 

He utters a slow, raspy, ‘fuh—uck’ as you reach down for him. He grabs your hand, presses it down on himself, hard, grinds into your palm. 

Shit, you hadn’t realised how whiny Jay could sound, and how much you’d like it. 

He’s unbuttoning his jeans, drawing himself out. 

Fuck, he’s pretty. His cock’s smooth, warm and makes your mouth water just thinking about how good it’d feel if he put it inside you. 

Yoongi’s watching, open mouthed over your cunt, as Jay helps you lay back. He squeezes your thigh. 

‘Hobi cries sometimes when he comes hard,’ he tells you. ‘Bet you can make him cry.’ 

You let out a hum that morphs into a moan as Yoongi buries his face between your legs again. 

‘Who the fuck’s Hobi?’ 

‘Right here,’ Jay says, cock poised over your mouth. He smiles at you, still pretty, and his hand comes up to tilt your chin. ‘Ready?’ 

You nod a yes, and Jay slides his cock past your lips, slow, hissing as you take him in. He leans forward, hands over your breasts.

‘Shit, she’s pretty, isn’t she?’ he asks. 

Yoongi’s murmured response, against your core, makes you tremble. ‘Bet she looks pretty when she comes.’ 

Jay fucks in and out of your mouth, slow, letting you get used to his rhythm, as Yoongi licks you out. 

‘You gonna come?’ Yoongi asks, taunting. 

You have no idea if he’s speaking to you or Jay, but the image of him smirking cockily at you ramps the pleasure up even more. He slides a hand up your thigh, slides a single finger into you, curling it as he sucks at your clit, and you’re coming helplessly, crying out around Jay’s cock. 

‘That’s it,’ Yoongi says, approving. You can feel him laying feather-light kisses on you as you come down, hands on your thighs anchoring you. 

Jay rocks his hips against you as he thrusts. He pulls out, cock gleaming with your spit, hand coming up to stroke himself over your face. 

You watch breathlessly as he groans, hand tightening over his cock. 

‘Come in my mouth,’ you tell him. 

‘Yeah?’ he asks, but he’s already slipping inside, whining as you swallow around him. 

He comes with a gasp, ropes of cum filling your mouth, dribbling out the sides. 

He stills completely, working to catch his breath. 

When he pulls out of your mouth he pulls his shirt off, uses it to wipe at your lips. 

‘Shit’s designer,’ you protest. 

‘Baby, you’re the work of art,’ Jay returns. He smiles at you, tosses the shirt across the couch, helps you sit up. ‘Let me get you a drink.’ 

‘Get me one too,’ Yoongi says. He’s climbed up onto the couch to sit next to you, leaning his head back. 

Jay laughs softly, lets himself out of the cabin, closing the door behind him. 

Yoongi looks at you in the low light, eyes dark. His lips are pink, slick and shiny. As you look at him, he bites his lower lip. 

You reach over, hand on his chest, and kiss him. 

He murmurs something you can’t quite catch, lost in the rush of blood to your head as you kiss. He’s good at it, lips soft, tilting his head so he can kiss you more deeply. 

‘Fuck, Yoongi,’ you whimper. 

‘Yeah?’ he asks. ‘Want more?’ 

He pulls you into his lap, thighs either side of him. 

You’re half-undressed, your dress never really made it off you but your tits are out and straddling Yoongi’s made the skirt ride up. You wonder what Yoongi did to your panties. 

‘Take em off,’ you say, tugging at his jeans. 

‘Yeah,’ he agrees. He’s unbuckling his belt, lifting his hips up into you to slide his jeans and briefs off. 

He curls a hand around his cock, looks up at you, smirks, this fucking guy. 

‘How do you want me?’ he asks. 

‘I saw you looking at me on the tube,’ you tell him. ‘What did you want to do to me?’ 

He doesn’t falter, this fucking guy. 

‘Was thinking about you riding me,’ he tells you, mouth close to your ear. ‘Just like this.’ 

He grips your hips, grunts as you take him in. 

‘You don’t need my help, do you?’ he asks, taunting. ‘Didn’t think you would.’ 

He slaps your ass, the rings on his fingers stinging your skin. He kicks his head back, eyes closed, humming low in his chest as you ride him. 

‘Stay nice and tight for me, ok?’ he says, the gravel in his voice making your toes curl. ‘That’s my girl, fuck.’ 

He reaches up, pinches your nipple, and you whimper. 

You’re moving faster now, rocking against him, pleasure unfurling with every movement of your hips. 

‘Good girl,’ Yoongi urges. ‘Doing so well.’ 

He pulls you down, bites the side of your neck, and you come with a cry, so loud your ears ring. 

Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind. ‘Oh my fucking days,’ he groans. ‘Fuck.’ 

He grabs your hips, fucks up into you, shudders as he spills inside you, teeth still buried in your neck. 

He knits his fingers into your hair, pulls you down, seals his lips to yours until his breathing slows. 

You pull away, lazy, still more connected to him than not. 

‘Shit, that was fucking hot,’ Jay says, from the door. 

He wanders in, hands you a cup of water, cups your chin like he’s going to catch any spillage as you drink. 

‘You boys are f’kin crazy,’ you say, still breathless. 

Yoongi’s still got an arm around you. 

The door to the cabin opens again, and Yoongi groans. ‘Shit, didn’t you lock the door, Hobi.’ 

‘It’s only JK,’ Jay says, casual. ‘You know how he likes to watch.’ 

You turn around and catch Jungkook, wide-eyed, staring at your bare ass. 

Yoongi laughs. ‘Here, put this on before you make the baby cum in his pants.’ 

He tosses your panties at you, tongue pocketed in his cheek. 

‘I don’t think he’s a baby,’ you say, but you put your panties on anyway. 

Jungkook’s flushed beet red, turned around, facing the door. ‘Can I turn around now?’ 

Jay helps you straighten out your dress as Yoongi pulls his jeans back up. 

‘So,’ Jay asks, face bright, beaming so hard he’s blinding. 

‘Where should we go next?’ 

©hamsterclaw 2023

[my-memed-tw-adventures]

Don’t think I’ve ever mentioned this Book 3 idea/thought I had so here we go

All could be solved by psyching Azul out of his Ramshackle plan. Like when Azul drops that he wants Ramshackle for Monstro Lounge purposes, just hit him with the “you don’t want Ramshackle” speech.

Ramshackle is a terrible idea for a branch. Even tho we spent time fixing it all up, it’s far from the rest of campus. People would have to go out of their way to go there. The one in Octavinelle is convenient because it’s right next to all the other dorms. Ramshackle isn’t close to the dorms OR the school. In fact it’s up a fucking hill. Sorry Azul, but I don’t think your food is worth that trek.

Also just all the shit that goes into making a new branch. It’s far enough that he’d have to set up a whole new kitchen over there. Plus buy all the furniture and dishes and food supplies and all that. And he also couldn’t manage both places at once (unless he finessed Cater out of his unique magic but we don’t want that). He’d have to trust one of the tweels to run a location and I know I wouldn’t.

And then just the lifespan of the new location. Start throwing questions at him like: “Why build this thing if you’re leaving in a couple years? What happens to Monstro Lounge when you graduate Azul? Surely you’re not keeping it on campus and staying here. Why stick around when you can leave Crowley and his 10% cut behind? Cant have a real lounge if you’re stuck on campus feeding food to teens. So what, you gonna pay people to build Ramshackle up just to tear it all down when you leave? Sounds like a waste of money to me.” I’m sure Azul has some kind of plan but imma question him hard.

Personally, I’d try and come up with some deal with the kitchen ghosts instead. Have a pop up Monstro Lounge table or something in the cafeteria with samples or whatever. Infinitely better plan. Small table, rotate the food that’s served. People in the cafeteria are there to eat anyway. Have a couple different foods available for people to try, hand out cute business cards (make them look like mini menus) with details about the food you’re handing out so, if people like it, they know what it’s called when they come to the restaurant. Make it more about advertising. Why waste money on Ramshackle that could easily be used once Azul graduates to make a real restaurant out in the real world so he can serve everyone, outside of special occasions. No point in keeping a restaurant that’s locked behind NRC’s “students only” rules.

[magicalyaku]

We went back to the King of Prism cafe, so I could get the full set of character cards that came with the menu (and the silly crown). I love them. I didn't want to leave. u_u

Before that, I also took my friend to see the latest movie which is just all the Prism1 perfomances edited together actually, no story at all (but fake advertisements featuring Over the Rainbow!) but at least that way she still had fun even with only understanding a few of the words. Kakeru's was her favorite! 8D The ending, though! The ending was wild. Like wtf! Whatever they do next (movie I guess?) will be even wilder and sillier than what they usually do? I'm so in for it.

[iswmperson]

FNAF 2; The Movie; The Fanfic; Part 1

First time making a FNAF fanfic, much less a one about the movie.

Been thinking about this for the past 2 weeks or so. Hope you enjoy.

Day 0, part 1.

After a long day on a trip in Duluth, Mike, Vanessa, and Abby were returning home. On the way there, an advertisement for the 'New and Improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza' started playing on the radio.

"Well, that's certainly odd." remarked Vanessa.

After 3 years, the franchise still exists. Getting a little hungry, they decided to stop by the restaurant and maybe get a bite.

"Doesn't seem too bad, on the outside atleast." Said Mike,

Abby looked around for the animatronics, but she could only see small, plastic versions of the characters she knew.

"Why do they look like that?"

"Well, Abby, i, don't know."

As they went to order, Vanessa looked at someone, and they looked back at her.

"Jeremy?"

"Vanessa??"

The both of them stared at each other for a while.

"Holy shit, haven't seen you in a while-"

The both of them laughed for a solid minute or 2, until the man noticed Mike and Abby.

"So, i assume this iisss-"

"Mike, Abby, this is my brother Jeremy, Jeremy, Mike and Abby."

"Hey..." said Mike, quietly.

"Hi :3" Abby said, as she looked at the menu.

"So, what were you up to, Vanessa? Haven't seen you in, 9 years, i think. "

"Multiple drug busts, gun buybacks, haunted animatronics, after that, not much besides being in a coma for 6 months."

The man stood there, surprised.

"Mhm, cool- wait, coma, 6 months?? What happened???"

"It's, a long story." Responded Vanessa

"Huh." Jeremy said.

"Trust me, y'wouldn't like to hear it." Said Mike, struggling to pull out his wallet.

"I can pay if yall want, i have plenty of cash to go around." Jeremy said, holding a credit card.

"No, no, it's, it's fine." Said Mike, slightly shooken.

"....Alright then."

The four sat down at one of the tables and started talking.

"So, are you two twins? You both look very, similar, eerily so-" Mike asked, looking at them.

"Actually, no, we're about, 1 year apart, we have different mothers, too." Replied Vanessa.

"Mister Jeremy, where do you work?" Asked Abby, curiously.

"Well, uh, before this, i used to work for a little ol' diner, think you've heard of it, Sparky's, they used to have an animatronic similar to those, with the same name as the restaurant, it was a uhh, if i recall correctly, a dog with a collar and floppy ears, but they removed him due to faulty mechanics, of course by the time i worked there, about 5 or 6 years ago, or 7, he was already gone. I think they had him in the storage room at the old Freddy's location for a while."

"Mike, didn't you see a dog in the storage of Freddy's?" Asked Abby, turning to Mike with a look resembling that of both concern, and curiosity.

"I...i think i did, it was disheveled and in, pieces." Mike replied, jogging his memory a little bit.

"Now, i'm going to be actually working, here. It's nice to work at a place you once loved and cherished dearly as a kid, ain't it Mike?"

Mike sat there, a little confuddled about what Jeremy just said.

"You, never been to Freddy's??" Replied Jeremy.

"I was, just, not when i was a kid."

"Jeremy, not everyone knows about Freddy's. You know that right?" said Vanessa.

"Yeah, yeah, i know, it's just weird how you can live in Granite Falls and not even hear about Freddy's."

"Yeah.." Mike replied, sleepily. It's as if the man hasn't slept in weeks.

The four of them sat in silence, until Jeremy spoke up again.

"So, could i actually stay with yall for a little while? My house is under renovations, and i'll only have to stay there for, a day or so."

"Sure, why not, i mean, you will have to pay rent though-"

"Mike, i'm only staying there for a day, that's nothing."

"Jeremy, i'll cut you a deal, for as long as you need to stay, we'll let you stay, as long as you pick Abby up from school, and keep the house clean." Responded Vanessa.

"Well, alright then, i guess that's a fair trade."

Later, after coming back home, Jeremy set down his items, dressed up in a Magenta shirt, black vest, gloves, and pants, alongside a nametag.

"Wait, where are you going? Aren't you supposed to start tomorrow?" Asked Vanessa.

"Well, i am, but today i'm going to get tested on how well i do on the job, a sorta 'test run' you might say. Anyways, i'm gonna be back home tomorrow, bye guys." Replied Jeremy, as he headed out the door with a large duffel bag.

"Strange, why would they do test nights instead of test days?"

"Jeremy was always a little, strange, lets just say that."

[little-earthquakes-rp]

@sharpenurdamnknife Aggressively yanked from Discord...

She felt that odd pit of jealousy in her stomach as he mentioned his previous relationship.  She knew it was stupid since he said it had ended a year ago but still.  She couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous that whoever she was for getting that time with him.  “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”  Oh, she said that but she was SMILING.  God, she was such a bad person but she couldn’t help it.  Her eyebrows rose at his reaction to Jasons name though.  Obviously she wasn’t the only one that was thinking along those lines though.  Though she supposed he was her boss now so that rather shot them in the foot didn’t it. Her eyes fell to their plates and she took her own bite when she looked at her at the mention of only dating casually.  Sometimes she wasn’t even sure it could be called dating.  “It was just easier.”  She admitted guiltily.  She sincerely hoping that even though he was single he hadn’t been living the life she had.  Not exactly because she was jealous, though she was on a level, but because she knew that Lou wasn’t exactly the casual sort.  She just instinctively felt it, even now from him.  She gave him a little smirk at his comment about knowing.  “Would I though?  I don’t know if I would.  You were the healthiest relationship I had in the long run.  And I kinda fucked that up too.” She muttered, annoyed at herself. If she could she would have been with Lou from the start.    The thought was so sudden and she had to shake it away, surprised at herself. She glanced at his plate as he spoke.  “Damn.  Some things don’t change huh?”  She chuckled, leaning back and wondering if she was going to have to unbutton her jeans by the end of this.  “Yeah- sure.”  She was here for work, wasn’t she?  She launched into the local, simple but savory menu.  Good finger foods but not exactly your dive bar thing.  Most definitely something with flare.  She knew she could work around local to make it cheaper.  “I’d been butchering for some of the local hunters since I got back in my shed.  I’m sure I can get us some great ingredients on the cheap."

A bit of an awkward conversation for them to be having considering his feelings, but Lou needed to remember to keep a level head. "I'm not.' he muttered when she offered up condolences. Honestly, his relationship wasn't going anywhere and it had run its course. The wide smile on her face told a different story though and it made him chuckle. Yeah, it took them all of two run-ins to find themselves back in familiar territory with one another.

At the mention of being the healthiest relationship she'd ever had struck him. It took his breath for a moment and he eased back in the chair. His eyes lifted from the plate to pull in the scene of Pip sitting across from him, burning the moment into his brain. It didn't happen often but Lou was gobsmacked at a loss. Reaching across the table for her wrist he held her gently for a moment. "You didn't fuck up anything. My feelings for you didn't leave when you did. I carry them. They're always here." Lou hoped he didn't make her uncomfortable, and ran the thick pad of his thumb across the width of her wrist before removing his hand, and grabbing the fork.

Honestly, it was true, he ate like a horse but her teasing him about it always made him laugh. Standing he gestured with a nod to follow so they could continue the conversation as they dished up. Filling his plate again he listened contently and nodded. He loved that she was going to pull things local as possible. "I have the inspectors coming in about three weeks, and an electrician this week. So I'm thinking we can start advertising soon. If you'd like to pick a date. Oh–don't let me forget I have a credit card for you so you can start purchasing supplies."

Sitting back down Lou realized his unsated hunger interrupted what had been a serious conversation. He felt like he needed to be careful because she had a history of being skittish when it came to emotional things with him. So he gently led back into the conversation, he didn't want her feeling down about her choices. "I think you needed to be out of this town. It would've just kept taking from you. You needed to go out and find yourself outside of the backdrop here. Even if I missed you." The last confession caused a smile to curl on his lips. "Look at you– you thrived out there, chef."

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Initial D Battle 01-02-03

Ok I'll get this started with a little bit of a local oddity.

Initial D Battle 01-02-03 is a DVD release of Initial D that came out March 31st 2008 here in the UK. It was distributed by VDI Entertainment, a company I am unable to find any information about, and features the Tokyopop version of the series.

It is, for all intents and purposes, literally just the first three Tokyopop sets in a single case. Three discs, each with three episodes on them, covering the first nine episodes of First Stage. Now, on its own, this sounds fine, but it's worsened so much by being the only release of the Initial D anime in the UK. A lot of American's complain they never got a release past Fourth Stage, but try not even getting past Nakazato. Supposedly a second set was planned, before being delay several times and cancelled (though the only source I can find for this is an ancient review).

So that's the first part that makes this odd. Five years after their initial USA release, Tokyopop release only nine episodes of the show in the UK, despite having already fully released the series up to Extra Stage in the USA, and also in Australia.

There is another odd part to this set, odder than there being no other releases (after all, Funimation's release is entirely on Crunchyroll now). The release  advertises on its reverse cover that it contains Extras. I always find these to be the most interesting part of these sets, but weirdly there's no Extras option in the menu. I was expecting the same exact menu as is present on the American releases, but nope, it's just not there. See below for a comparison (USA on the left and UK on the right).

Digging around in the files on a computer you're able to find that the special features are actually present on the disc. The special features are as expected, the same blooper reels and introduction to the trading card game as in the Region 1 release, as well as a bunch of trailers for other anime releases.

What's odd about these trailers is that they're not present on the original Tokyopop sets, and aren't for series' that were dubbed by Tokyopop. For example one of the trailers is for FLCL, a series dubbed by Synch-Point. The trailer in question is below:

This trailer gives away why this release is so weird (as does my upload’s title). If I'm not mistaken, this release isn't based on the American sets, its based on the Australian sets. The end of the above trailer features the logo of Madman Entertainment, who don't operate in the UK. I've been unable to verify this (if you own the Madman release of the Tokyopop version, let me know, I'd be interested to see if this is all correct) but it does seem to be right. Another ad is for Battle Doll Angelic Layer, which did not receive a UK release until 2018, ten years after this set released.

I imagine VDI didn't have the rights to many of these series, and instead of just removing the ads, they hid all of the special features, and forgot to update the packaging.

So that's the Initial D anime's only UK release. Definitely odd, but interesting at the same time. If you’re interested in seeing the other special features on the disc, you can watch them all on my YouTube channel here.

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[charlotte-of-wales]

Hey so I know you were in Italy for a bit. I’m visiting I March. Would love any tips/recommendations for Milan Rome Naples or Amalfi

omg I am turning into those annoying people who never shut up about their study abroad but I gotchu

I never been to Italy in March so I can't help in the weather department and unfortunately I never made my way to the Amalfi so I can't help there either :/

continuing under the cut bc this good looong

overall, food-wise I don't have any specific recommendations because it does depend on where you're staying but honestly even turist traps usually have good food (although very overpriced) but as a rule of thumb, if people are ushering you in and they have pictures on the menu or pasta for over 15 euros.....probably a turist trap. Absolutely try the amatriciana in Rome and honestly.....order whatever tf you want because guess what? Some Italians are going to judge you regardless, do not care about their cappuccino or cheese rules.

Rome and Milan both have good public transportation systems (Milan's a little better though), and I don't know about Naples because I didn't use public transit there. Both Milan and Rome accept Apple Pay and I recommend doing that instead of buying a paper ticket every time/using your credit card to pay. The Rome metro can get pretty crowded (especially at Termini station, aka my own personal hell) but around 5-6pm when traffic is horrible it's better to get on the metro than on a bus. Also the metro comes more regularly.

for Milan, you probably only need 2-3 days tops and last time I went I stayed close to Castello Sforza and I feel like anything central like that/closer to the Duomo is fine because you can just walk. I recommend doing the obvious sights there and then they have good museums/couture shops if that's what you're into.

for Naples, I didn't get to visit the palace there and I regret it because it looks gorgeous from the outside. You can see a bit without actually buying a ticket to go in if you don't have much time. I also recommend going to the palace in Caserta if you can because it's GORGEOUS. Oh, and try the fried pizza; it's dripping with oil and smells funky but literally some of the best food I've had there was in Naples. They're also football OBSESSED if you're into that. There's also a massive archeological museum in Naples with a bunch of stuff from Pompeii.

and now Rome.....my beloved. So much to do, see, and eat. I always recommend staying closer to the Vatican because it's more lowkey but staying downtown is good too. I recommend the obvious things (Colosseum, Pantheon, St. Peter's) but also the Orange Gardens, Villa Borghese and Trastevere. Also if you see a place advertising that they have suppli and it looks crunchy GET IT. Miss my daily suppli so much. Oh, take advantage of those 3 euro breakfasts. And a piece of advice I was given that I always pass along, go inside churches in Rome when you can. That's where you'll find the prettiest places, even if it's not a known/massive church. They also have amazing archeological museums that I can recommend more in depth but that depends on your taste.

oh, regarding safety I was never pickpocketed but in crowded trains you definitely see people ogling turists so make sure you have your bags closed and in front of you and don't keep anything in your pocket. unfortunately you need to be aware of all times. and don't buy tickets to museums/sites from randoms on the street (saw that happening all the time at the Vatican) always buy at the ticket office or at the website.