#and it mightve been a couple days ago or so

[nishitanis-left-nut]

funny Vs. goofy a Yakuza retrospective, in this essay I will-

[leedlebeetles]

Lily Pond

Ive been experimenting a lot with procreate brushes lately! Im really into brush strokes and texture right now. I just want to bring that traditional art vibe to my digital art. I also want to lean more into some of my artist inspirations, since my old work didn't really allow me to (in my brain at least, its art, i could do whatever i wanted but my brain just wouldn't let me lol).

Ive always been a big fan of the impressionist movement. Ever since i was young. I remember my mom used to have a couple art prints in our bathroom, one by Monet and one by Manet. (I always found the similarity of their names quite funny, and finding out much later in life that they were actually friends/playful rivals in the art critic world was even funnier). But monet's work always stuck out very strongly to me. I love his use of colors and brush strokes to convey ideas. The lack of distinct realism made his work especially beautiful. He was truly a master of capturing the vibe of a moment. One day those prints in the bathroom disappeared (we redid the bathroom in a different theme) and i never knew where they went. They'd been there for about 15 years at that point. I didnt find out until after the bathroom was redone that my mother hated Monet's work and found it boring and messy (she always hated those prints apparently, but i guess they were a gift from my grandfather maybe??? So she put them in the bathroom since the colors matched). I think she preferred Manet, but not by much. I dont even remember which prints they were tbh, it was so long ago now, just that one of them had a boat on it. I hope we still have them, but she mightve given them away haha. Oh well.

[silvrfissh]

flowers for N ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

Rambling & bonus doodle:

ok so this has been said before multiple times but i rlly wish we could give flowers to chapter characters!! ;A; i would love it if we had a couple of scripted reactions we could get for each character, that don't affect the storyline or anything. It would just be a cute little thing!

and on that note, wouldnt it be so cool to have a small chance for them to visit/order pizza outside of the chapter storyline? like at the beginning or end of the day maybe? cannonically we are friends with a lot of these characters so i think it would make sense for them to come see us from time to time. Or in Dr Keh's case, remind us that he is so much better than us 😂

i mean most of us are already attached to the characters as it is but somthing like that could build further on it yk?

anyway in conclusion

note about the comic: made it in A DAY i dont know what got into me. that was a few weeks ago and i just kept procrastinating to post it xd but i thought it was funny and silly even though i mightve over rendered hehe. also i thought that olive would call her friends by their honorifics, just for the lolz.

nasir variant:

[nagoo]

I was poking around in my files a couple days ago and i found this in my wips! this is the old rough wip for my piece in the cancelled FF7 fantasy zine. it has Very ~oh nooo you caught me~ vibes. The vine version wouldve been sfw, but with their ok, I mightve done a more adult version too. it goes with all the other wips now, and maybe someday i'll finish it - or re-do it entirely! my art has changed somewhat since then and I'd like to try different things. If the ff7 fantasy zine ever comes back and I get in again, I'd make an entirely new piece for them anyway. I had debated, when I first made this, whether or not I'd have someone there with him, like a very smug Aerith, maybe. in the end I figured that for a single page in a zine, that i'd keep things simple instead, but if i finished it, maybe I'd go that direction after all. it was a very playful and fun idea and I really like Seph's arched back here, so I do wanna revisit it eventually. and of course, a cameo appearance from The mini Snood!

[kidovna]

Sorry if it's been asked already (I always ask this to people with really cool artstyles so I mightve asked you myself already and straight up forgot LOL) but I was wondering, do you have any advice/tips/tutorials for drawing full bodies?

I just think you have a really cool artstyle and ive always struggled making fanart (other than semi-realistic screencap redraws) because I still have to learn how to stylise full bodies😅 (faces too but those im a bit better at).

Anyway, ive also been following u since your scorbus era and it's been so cool to see all the growth and different fandoms youve gone through! (I myself am a big byler🫡).

Sorry this is long, have a nice day/night🥰 and feel free to ignore this if you want, no worries!

answering both of this together because i feel like my answer is going to be similar to both of them:

keep live/quick sketching people and poses! it’s a fantastic way to practice anatomy and when you speed up your process, it helps you figure out how full bodies look in your style because it’s your immediate instinct to draw a certain way! you don’t even need a live model to pose for you. the internet is full of incredible images and stock photos that are always fun to sketch. If you’d like a place to start, Adorka Stock is a deviant art page full of stock references made for artists.

I’m always and forever an advocate for quick sketching because when I started doing live sketches about a year ago they looked like this:

And these are my sketches from a couple of months ago:

The difference may not be massive to most people but I feel like my grasp on anatomy AND my line weight has improved drastically since. I feel more confident going into a piece knowing what the poses are going to be like in my head.

Apart from that, it’s normally widely accepted to reference poses for your art as long as you’re not tracing over someone else’s work. my favourite thing to do is self reference with photos or a mirror because then i can get exactly the pose that i want.

I hope this helped!

[persona4]

we have an unhoused neighbor that has come into my cafe daily for the last year, he's super sweet and really funny and he's actually helped us lab some drinks for future menus because he has good ideas. but he disappeared a couple weeks ago and its been. definitely concerning for my sibling and i because we're kinda tight with him and have given him sleeping bags and backpacks and stuff like. we really care about this guy. BUT TODAY!!!!!! he showed up and he was clean shaven, fed, sober, and in a great mood cuz he just got out of jail and i was like. so moved that he got out of jail and immediately came to our cafe because he knows we really want to take care of him. it took months and months before he let me start giving him things for free, like we've both invested a lot of trust in this relationship and man. idk i thought he mightve been gone. he wasn't doing well last i saw him. but it just made my fucking day to be able to chat with him again, we're a part of each other's daily routine again. SMILE!!!!!!

[phantomarine]

so I saw a couple days ago you put yotsusyu from FFXIV as an inspiration for FCeth (at least I think that was the context, I'm not entirely sure) and I was wondering if MCeth mightve been inspired by Emet Selch? :0

I just finished playing shadowbringers and the way Emet acts in that expansion reminds me a lot of MCeth :]

Cheth was designed and characterized about four years before Emet ever showed up, but one look at Emet and I basically went "god damnit, that's him, that's everything I could want a character to be" and I turned it into a Two Cakes situation. I love Emet so much

full disclosure, I put Cheth in that little fur bolero thing in Ch 5 because of Emet

[wanderrlust0]

-.-

idk why he says nothings wrong when i ask him, when clearly something is wrong. ik how he is & when somethings up but he still denied it. i understand if he doesnt wanna get into it rn or he just wants to let it go but like in this case, i pretty much know exactly what its about that could be bothering him & the only way to put him at ease is to talk about it….again! this one specific thing triggered his mood last night & i didnt even think it would. i noticed a red scratch mark on my chest and sent him a pic saying how i think his cat made the scratch. his reply was soo serious, like i could actually feel him doubting me thru the phone. i knew he was questioning if it was really the cat bc he said how he was close to my chest the other day and didnt see anything so that is odd that theres a scratch. !! i immediately knew where his mind went & that thought didnt even occur to me when i sent that pic..like if i knew that would cause him to think of this crazy scenario then i wouldnt have sent that snap in the first place tbh bc right after that, his tone & the way he texted just shifted. hes not the best at masking his feelings like me so i can tell when the energy feels different. i also posted some pics from the hangout on my ig story & he saw it later that night. i have a feeling that added to his misery and all of today it was so prevalent, even if he denies it. idc if he says nothings wrong bc its not convincing and its not just in my head. he went from msging me all cutesy & happy to immediately being more neutral & uninterested. we always send a snap to say good morning (unless we get busy but we still send a snap with whatever we’re doing). he didnt open the app, as well as reply to my snap, until 7:15pm.. around 4 was when i asked him whats wrong (bc i already knew he was ignoring me). his response was that nothing really is wrong and how he went straight to work and his boss switched his assignment. usually id let that go but not when its already past 7 and hes firsttt opening snapchat to answer me ? and i see that hes been on instagram. also.. hes always talking to me when hes either at work already, still at home, or driving to work. the only time he goes mia like that is when something is definitely upsetting him. also!.. when that happens, he will text me after a couple hrs to let me know how hes feeling & why he was silent. he didnt always do that but i told him to bc its not fair to me by feeling like ive done something or just the feeling of purposely being ignored by my own boyfriend. but yeah.. he didnt do any of that this time BC its this whole situation again. i really dont know what more i could do to reassure him about it. i feel like ive done and am doing all that i can rn. its mostly up to him now to let himself figure it out and honestly, just trust me. like just saying.. im not gonna be making that mistake that you (both) did and be stupid with it.. and neither will snow. theyre not a “friend” its actually becoming really genuine and sweet and i wont let it get ruined bc of him doubting me. i also wont let the friendship ruin me and him. i really cant help but compare it to what he did with his friend, especially since i just found out like a month ago. i also have this suspicion that it happened earlier that yr (when we were still together) than what he told me, but i dont even wanna think about that for any longer. i was told by her Husband! that it happened when they were still in school together. that means a year before. idk if i believe that. she mightve lied, but my suspicion’s still there. like i asked him if he remembered what month and he couldnt. all he knew was that it was during our break..-.- the what.…like 1 1/2 month long break. you dont remember which month..? i sound so salty rn omg i dont mean to. im just trying to understand. ill see how he is with me tm bc we barely talked today. kind of glad i worked most of the day so i was able to keep busy and not hyper focus on him ignoring me.

[sinnabee]

absolutely no idea why but this song reminded me of you a couple days ago. mightve been bc of the lil pokemon guys in your streams ?? dont remember. enjoy the song :D

IM SOBBING??? THIS IS SO CUTE HOW DARE YOU?????? AAAAAAAAAA

i’m playing this at the start of every stream so help me god. it’s my theme song now. it’s so cute sbdhdjskdk

thank u for sending me this as i recover from the tail end of The Worst Flu Experience I’ve Ever Had™. had a temp briefly in the 100’s but i LIVED (i think i know how like, a medieval peasant with the flu felt now, though. holy shit)

cavefairy i am biting you with so much affection rn (but also not really because i don’t want to get you sick <3 just pretend you’ve been bitten)

[dykeofalltrades]

a couple days ago my parents mowed my yard bc my mower isnt working and it hadnt been done this year. it needed to be done bc the waist high grass was bad for my allergies and there were far more baby soft maples than i could remove my hand. it was also giving a few good places for the fox/small coyote to hide.

however looking at all the mowed grass is making me really really sad. they avoided the places id asked them to bc id seen a lot of ladybug larvae and other benificial insects in those areas. still i cant help thinking about all the bugs that mightve died. and all the lovely grasses! it just looks barren now after all the wildflowers that were beginning to bloom. there wasnt even a lot of ticks

hopefully the mower will be fixed but even if they have to do it, im only mowing where i need to the rest of the year. spaces i use on foot and paths to those spaces. i also need to get fresh weed whacker blades to cut out areas i cant get w the mower

i almost feel silly being so sad abt it! its just that every time it gets mowed, it feels like a waste of time, land, and fuel. it was a surprise that they were doing it, but i wish theyd have waited a week or 2 for the grass to fully go to seed. i wish the fence went all the way across w gates for vehicals so i could graze it every once in a while

ALSO THEY MOWED MY ONIONS

[rincewind87]

So I'm not having surgery on Tuesday.

You wanna know why?

Because 2 weeks ago, when my insurance company called me to tell me the initial claim had been denied, they said it was because I was missing a letter proving my gender "incongruence". I asked, since I don't currently see a therapist, if my primary care doctor could write such a letter.

They said he could. I sent their list of requirements over to him and he wrote the letter. They sent it to the insurance people and an appeal was filed.

Found out on Friday that this appeal was also denied, for the same reason.

Because my primary care doctor isn't able to write a letter for gender-affirming care. It had to come from a mental health professional.

And since they gave me bad information 2 weeks ago, it's now too late to get the right letter. I mightve been able to do it in two weeks. I could've driven to another city, another state even, to find a therapist who could see me soon enough and write my letter. But now, even if I found a therapist who could see me Monday morning, it's too late for them to process the letter.

I considered filing an official grievance. Except why fucking bother- the best possible ending is that I get an /apology/. Who the FUCK cares about a shitty corporate apology?

Excuse me, I'm going to take some of this leave I already scheduled from work and spend a couple days getting very, very high.

Very much wishing I could go get a bottle of vodka but getting that drunk will just upset my wife.

[flockofdoves]

last week when i was thinking about how teshima seems well suited for being a catcher and how teshima and aoyagi's dynamic could map well to them being a battery i then also started thinking about whether that would work or not for other characters with a little more straightforward ace and domestique dynamics. and of course since arakita literally used to play baseball i was thinking about how arakita as a pitcher would make a lot of sense in that context too.

so rereading arakita's backstory a couple days ago it was exciting to realize i'd forgotten that arakita canonically was a pitcher specifically

so now i keep thinking about what arakita's past in baseball mightve been like considering all we know.

and now i'm imagining what would arakita's dynamic have been with any catchers in middle school. i feel like the options i'm drawn to are either:

arakita didn't have any particularly strong battery relationship/didn't work with any particularly strong or considerate catchers, but because of a strong passion for baseball and desire to win arakita individually made a lot of pitch decisions that lead to the elbow injury, which added even more to arakita's feelings of aimlessness after quitting baseball, and the contrast between trying to do that without much guidance with fukutomi's ambitious but considerate cycling advice helpe everything click into place

similar to the previous option but more on arakita's end of just not really listening to signs for pitches regardless of the catcher's talent or consideration out of an individual thirst to when and penchant for self destruction through that. kinda in line with arakita self describing as "greedy" in the past. so there being a change now in arakita being in a sports dynamic where mutual listening is happening and where arakita is more often able to fulfill that thirst for winning without impulsively risking injury due to being in a sport where individual efforts more directly make things easier on other team members physically/more often being in a support role that is at the forefront for most of the race but isn't the person who has to push and make impulsive decisions when things are down to the wire right at the end of a race (and even when those roles are switched theres something interesting there in considering fukutomi's own experience with aspects of that struggle and how they both might understand that and make things easier for each other)

a more direct parallel of arakita's dynamic with fukutomi where arakita really admires some catcher and will do whatever they ask and feels good about improving at baseball and accomplishing things through the motivation of that relationship, and then just absolutely spirals and doesn't know what to do with any of that once playing baseball isn't an option anymore

some sort of combo of the above i think is what i'm most feeling? not sure my favorite balance of these elements but i'm thinking like admiring a catcher but things being more distant, maybe that catcher is older and also working with other pitcher and motivates arakita but arakita also really wants more direct acknowledgement and also is an impulsive brash kid who really wants to win, so that leads to some combo of arakita either pushing too far when that catcher asks for things beyond arakitas capabilities (not sure on that part, but if so, it might mean that arakita's constant complaining is at least somewhat shaped by a reaction to that experience) or arakita trying to show off by going even further than what was asked. so meeting fukutomi gave arakita purpose and direction by making what arakita wanted out of a sport and an interpersonal teammate relationship more in reach and on equal footing

[nudibranchpropaganda]

t soapghost cooking class au 4.1k unbeta'd

cross-posted to ao3

a recent break up doesn't stop soap from going out and attending a romantic couples cooking class. it's a good thing too, because he's never seen a man more attractive than their instructor in his life.

a/n idk i mightve gotten carried away, but enjoy! :)

cw: swearing, minor injuries, soaps a horny bastard (pls dont hit on your course instructors btw)

bright light bounces off the steel counter in front of him, his distorted reflection staring morosely back. a crisp little cream coloured card sits in front of him, johnny scrawled in looping black cursive. there’s a conspicuously empty place beside him, glaringly obvious in a room full of pairs. he shifts from foot to foot, impatient as everyone waits for their instructor to make themselves known.

gleaming metal dominates the classroom, bowls and pans stacked under steel counters, assorted cooking utensils glittering in clusters around his workstation. it's a foreign world to him, this realm of creativity and construction. that'd been the whole point of taking the class, he was going to learn with his partner, explore the world that meant so much to him.

fuck if he's not feeling shitty though, stuck doing this alone after catching the bastard throating some other man's dick three days ago. most of his rage had burnt itself out when he'd chucked his shit out into the pouring rain. now it just hurts. achy like a bruise that keeps getting prodded. 

he'd almost said fuck it and not gone, not particularly interested in learning fine italian cooking on his few days of leave, but it wasn't a cheap class and tossing that much cash at something just to skip it didn't sit right.

it doesn't make waiting around any more pleasant though. rain pelts the window behind him as he leans against the counter, foot tapping rhythmically on the tile floor. there's an assortment of containers spread across his station, opaque plastic and metal bowls holding the ingredients for their meals. staccato snap-clicks break up murmured conversation, just as his neighbours are starting to notice the double doors to the kitchen swoosh open.

the man that steps out towers over everyone. his hands still, one final click as he takes him in. johnny's so caught on the wide sweep of his shoulders and the way his apron accents his absolutely criminally narrow waist he’s completely caught by surprise when the man speaks. 

"evening everyone, my name's simon and i'll be your instructor today." 

oh shit, he thinks, he's hot.

the first course they make is actually the last one they'll eat. simon walks them through the process of making panna cotta, showing them how to heat their cream and sugar mixture without scalding themselves or the dish.

he delicately sprinkles in the gelatin and lemon zest once the pot's off the burner, whisking quickly and thoroughly to avoid clumps--his disdain for clotted desserts evident in his tone. he'd find it off putting and snooty if simon wasn't so god damn attractive at the front of the class.

he's barely focusing on technique, absorbed in the exposed skin and muscle of simon's forearms as he works. the dark, curling ink of a tattoo stretches from elbow to wrist, peeking out of his rolled up sleeve. each swirl of the pan makes the corded muscles hidden beneath it flex, whisk moving rapidly as the mixture thickens.

"do you see how all the gelatin and sugar has dissolved?" he tilts the pan towards them, showing off the creamy mixture, "there’s no point in continuing on past this point, you’re just going to make your wrist hurt.” 

muscles tighten beneath pale skin, coiling power as he returns the pan to the burner momentarily. johnny’s seized by the need to find out how they feel under his palms, whether simon’d let him sink his teeth into the meaty flesh of his forearms.

“it needs to get into the freezer quickly if you want it to be set by the time we eat it. if you're not sure if all the gelatin has dissolved, please call me over."

he looks up at them, seems to be waiting for consensus. there's a smattering of yeses, the odd nod, enough that it seems like most of the class is on the same page. johnny certainly isn't, left behind as that dark gaze rests on him. simon snorts a bit at whatever's scrawled across his face, emotions an open book to those searching depths.

"right then," he says, tipping the warm cream into a ceramic bowl-thing, "once you're done, there should be enough for one serving. make sure you place your ramekin on the right label,” with a smile, he gestures towards the baking trays in front of them.

"some of you may have more cooking experience than others, and want to make sure that what you eat at the end of the night tastes decent.” they all watch him set his ramekin down, “don't mess it up, you'll be eating whichever one is on top of your name."

with that, they're dismissed. clanking steel and chattering couples begin to fill the room. johnny stares at the assorted bowls and containers in front of him, feeling out of his depth for the nth time that night. the booklet of recipes stares back at him, mocking his infatuation with simon and his inability to pay attention to his instructions.

he glances up, sweeps the room for simon's chef's coat, only to find him making his way over already. his long legs eat up the distance between them and soon he's standing on the other side of johnny's station. Fabric stretches taught across the breadth of his chest, the tantalising swell of his bicep.

"figured you might need some pointers," he says with a small grin, "there's always at least one space cadet and i'd like to avoid a kitchen fire tonight."

"anyone ever told you you're a bit of a dick?" it slips out before johnny can stop himself, flushing heat filling his cheeks as he blushes. simon barks out a laugh, head tipping back and showing off the strong column of his neck. 

ink peeks out of the high collar of his jacket, black lines crawling up the side of his neck, stark against the pale skin. At first glance it looks like lurid bruising, deep marks embedded into the tender curve of his neck. 

"all the time mate, you're not special." he's still smiling as he reaches for the scattered ingredients, "now, here's what you're going to do."

the first half-hour passes in a blur, simon flitting in and out of his workspace with dry quips and instructions on his next step. soon enough, everyone's got their little ramekins on the baking sheet above their name and another man in a chef's coat whisks them away through the swinging double doors.

"now that that's out of the way, time to learn how to make pasta from scratch.” simon’s dark eyes meet his, fathomless brown drawing him in. “before you get your panties in a twist, i promise it's nowhere near as hard as you think it is," he says, mouth twisting into a smile around his words. "first we're going to....."

once again, johnny loses track of his instructions, instead letting the rolling burr of voice wash over him as he watches his hands work. he's efficient, quick, but still incredibly graceful as he makes the dough directly on the counter. his hands are strong, dexterous fingers mixing together the eggs in a well of flour before beginning to knead the dough to a malleable and elastic ball.

tension coils up his body with each press, muscle bunching and releasing beneath his crisp jacket. he's so smooth, each motion gliding into the next, an undulating wave carrying power with each knead. his large hands work the dough, solid and strong. 

he's laser focused on the way his whole body moves each time he mashes the pasta dough into the unforgiving steel counter. makes him think of another motion, another type of activity, one with less clothing and more sweat.

the way simon leans over the counter with every knead pulls on his stiff cotton uniform until it stretches tight across strong shoulders and thick thighs. he's shaken out of that train of thought as simon scoops up the ball, jabs a finger into the top of it and shows off to the class.

"see how when i press on the dough it springs back slightly?" there's a little dent the size of his fingertip, a slight depression in the taught surface of the pasta, "that means we've developed enough gluten for it to hold its shape. now, it needs to rest for a bit and we'll work on the filling." he sets the dough in the bowl, covers it and then pulls out the rest of his ingredients.

"before we get into the rest of this, who knows how to handle a knife properly?" he holds his knife aloft and johnny just barely refrains from making a joke about something else he knows how to handle. there's a sharp glint of amusement in simon's bottomless gaze when he glances over at johnny, almost like he knows.

"best practice is to keep the blade pinched between your thumb and forefinger along the spine here," the rest of his long fingers uncurl to demonstrate what he means, "it gives you significantly more control because the hilt won't roll in your grip.” 

the rest of his long fingers curl around the handle, caress the smooth material, “keep the rest of your hand behind the bolster and make sure your grip remains relaxed, but tight enough you still have control."

"when you're actually cutting things, let the knife guide your movement," he reaches for a small bowl, dumps a pile of green leaves onto his cutting board. "today we're going to add arugula to our ricotta filling. it's a relatively delicate veg, so make sure you only give it a rough chop. enough that you won't get a whole leaf in your bite, but not so small you turn it into paste, okay?"

everyone watches as he gathers the leaves into a tight bundle and begins to chop. "keep the tips of your finger away from the edge of your knife." he looks up at this, continues his even cuts as he stares them down. "i really don't want to deal with one of you cutting off your fingers, no blood or flesh should make it in." 

there's a smattering of giggles, one person even says yes, chef!, making simon huff a laugh. "good, then pay attention to the rest of this, yea?" 

he walks them through mixing the filling, rolling out their dough. soon enough he's igniting his burner, melting down butter until it begins to brown and tossing in walnut pieces and sage.

he's in his element, quiet passion leaking through with every word, every move. it hooks deep in johnny's gut, tugs at him as he watches the absolute confidence simon exudes. there's no second guessing, no hesitation. everything has a reason, nothing is wasted.

there's a certain pleasure in just watching a master of their craft work. the skilled flick of his wrist that sends the contents of his pan into the air, tossed effortlessly as his pasta boils away to the side. it's almost voyeuristic, all of them crowding around to watch this man work. butter hisses and spits as simon adds the cooked ravioli, swirling them in the pan until they're fully coated in sauce. 

"you can plate them however you want," he says, scooping out the fried sage and walnuts, “but i like to have a little bit of everything in a bite.”

each spoonful is placed artfully over the ravioli, spilled butter wiped up with a cloth until it looks fit for an upscale restaurant "and when you're finished there are tables in the next room to eat at. off you go then."

he finishes off by waving a hand at them, collecting his dishes in a pan and making his way around the counter. johnny finds himself more at ease when he wanders over, flour on the counter and his eggs in their well.

"seems like you paid better attention this time," simon's wandered over, hip braced against his station as johnny works. he tracks his every move, nothing escaping his notice. 

"figured i should learn somethin at least," he says, scooping his shaggy dough together and beginning to work it into a ball.

simon hums, watches him work with a keen eye. he almost seems to be as distracted as johnny was, it makes him preen a bit, flex a little harder with each knead to show off his hard earned muscle.

he only catches it because he's watching so closely, but simon's chocolate eyes go a little blank for a moment, lips thinning, before he smirks a bit. there’s a brief flash of white teeth, small scar on his lip puckering the surrounding skin. johnny slows, seized by a visceral need to find out what it feels like against his mouth. 

"you're doing it wrong." he barely avoids squawking like a fucking chicken, surprised and a little insulted by simon's bluntness.

"here," he says, reaching over the counter to grip his wrist, "drive with the heel of your palm, not the flat of your hand. you want to push it across the table, not flatten the dough."

he barely manages to apply the new direction, trapped by the feeling of simon's callused fingers holding his wrist. his hand is warm, grip firm as he guides johnny's motion.

the pads of his fingers slip under the side of his hand, press against his palm to force it into the right angle. the dough gets shoved across the table, almost straight into simon's midriff.

"much better," he says, hand still burning a brand into johnny's wrist. slowly, he drags his fingers back, lets them linger along the sensitive skin of his inner wrist. it chases a shiver down johnny's spine, heat licking up his bones as simon ignites a fire in his gut.

"excuse me!" a woman calls from across the room, "i'm sorry, but i just can't figure this out and my dough isn't coming together." simon turns, ambles over to her station, his fingers dragging one more lingering pass along johnny's pulse. 

"it's all right," he says, drifting over to her slowly, "can you show me what you've already tried?"

johnny's glad for the brief separation, his heartbeat pounds in his veins as he recovers from simon's lingering touches. there shouldn't be that much heat packed into one little touch, five fingers and a palm haven’t affected him that much since he was a young lad.

he takes a moment, gets back to working his dough into a rough imitation of simon's. once it's wrapped and set aside to rest, he turns to the ricotta and arugula. a few cracks of pepper, a pinch of salt, one egg to bind it together.

his knife slices through the greens like butter, his first cuts smooth sailing. it lulls him into complacency. on the next slice, he lifts the knife too high, accidentally slips his knuckle into the path of his blade.

the knife is so sharp it takes a second to register the pain. "shit," he curses, scrambling for a dish towel, "shit, shit, fuck."

blood spills down his finger, runs in rivulets down the back of his hand. some of it slips into the space between his fingers, smears across the top of his palm in his frantic search.

the skin on his second knuckle is gone. right in the bend of his finger he's managed to cut it off, clean edges and stinging pain. it quickly subsides, dulling to an easily ignored ache in seconds.

"you broken?" simon asks, charging straight into his personal space. it's forceful, the tone of a man expecting to be answered. 

"what happened johnny?" there's an undercurrent of worry, his quiet concern making him flush again. The scar on his lip is distracting again, sharp canine peeking out as he frowns. 

"nothing, it's alright. just caught my knuckle under the knife. mostly just bleedin like a bitch right now." he looks up, meets simon's stare and smiles. "had worse, don't worry about little ol'me. i'll survive."

"told you," he says, cracking a relieved smile, "no flesh. no blood."

it makes johnny laugh, breaks the tension filling the classroom as everyone else sighs with relief and goes back to their dish.

"c'mon, we'll get you cleaned up and back to rights." simon, slips his hand into the crook of his elbow, guides him towards the steel doors leading to the staff only area. they swing open with a swoosh, the other man from earlier looks up from his prep station.

"price, do you mind covering for me? gotta little first aid to deal with," he sweeps a hand towards johnny where he stands clutching his stained towel.

"course simon," he says, wiping his hands and making his way past them, "patch kit should be refilled from garrick's class last week."

"cheers, thanks price. won't be too long." he turns to johnny, gestures towards the counter, "hop up and let me take a look."

simon swings around, makes his way to the shelves towards the edge of the room and begins rifling for the first aid kit as johnny pops up onto the table. the steel is cold under his ass, gradually seeping through the thick denim of his jeans as he waits.

his finger has started to ache, shock wearing off and nerves starting to work again. simon's making his way over, bright red kit swinging from his hand and a bowl of water balanced in the other.

"right then," he says, setting his load down by johnny's hip, "damage report, let me see what i'm working with."

his hands are gentle as they pull the dishcloth away from his bleeding knuckle. the flow is sluggish, already stopping with pressure. there's a not insignificant chunk of his knuckle missing, blood drying into the creases of his skin.

simon hums, dips the clean corner of the cloth into the glass of water and begins wiping away the leftover blood. he works steadily, gentle as he cleans and dries the wound. his blood is dabbed away with the damp corner, patted dry so softly he almost can’t feel it. 

johnny finds himself leaning forward with each pass of the cloth, watching the minute ways simon's expressions shift. he gets distracted by the pale sweep of his eyelashes as they flutter against his cheekbone, the graceful sweep of his cupid's bow as he bites his lip in concentration.

the ghost of simon's breath caresses his hand, whispery breeze brushing the spaces between his fingers. his palm is warm, nothing like the searing brand from earlier as he supports johnny's wrist. he can't help but be drawn into simon's orbit, caught in his gravitational force and circling helplessly.

 "hold this," he says, carefully wrapping johnny's fingers around the cloth as he searches for a plaster. simon's stepped closer, pretty much between johnny's legs as he looked through the kit.

johnny finds himself once again caught in the riptide of his imagination, thinking about leaning forward and tilting simon's chin up, catching his pretty pink lips in a kiss. he's so pale, johnny's certain he'd flush such a lovely red if he blushed. might even match the stains scattered over the ruined towel.

he wants to chase it, see how far it might go. unwrap this man's stiff cotton armour and sink his teeth into soft, pale, flesh. leave the bruised imprint of his jaws, set them to the corded muscle of his arms, shoulders, back, ass, and bite. wonders if he'd bruise deep purple like the night sky, lurid purple spots spread across the canvas of his skin.

"give me your hand." it's sharp. cracks his fantasy in half. he blinks at simon, so close they're breathing the same air. "johnny? can you give me your hand?"

"ye-yea, course, sorry. got distracted." simon snorts, paper crinkles as he opens the packaging.

"you, distracted? couldn't be true." he's quiet, murmuring between the two of them as machinery hums in the background.

"oi," he says, still low in the space between them, " i can pay attention. i can even be studious."

"hmmm sure, i'll believe it when i see it,” he says, barely a whisper, “need you to open your hand up if i'm ever gonna wrap your finger." simon's fingers curl under his, softly coaxing them to relax and open, "good, just like that," he rumbles.

it shoots straight down johnny's spine, sends sparks skittering along every nerve ending in his body. he's alert, fully drawn into simon’s orbit.

"alright johnny," he says, "i think you're all patched up."

"oh i don't know, it still hurts." simon's head snaps up, their eyes lock and johnny realises just how close they are. he can feel each of simon's shuddering breaths spill across his face, humid and warm as they buffet his chin and lips.

his head tips even further towards simon, their lips a hair's breadth away, "might need you to kiss it better for me."

their eyes are still locked together, each a fathomless pit of desire roiling below the barest hint of composure. simon's breath hitches, caught in his chest as johnny puts everything out in the open.

he holds johnny's stare, slowly lifts his wrist up between their faces. his tongue darts out, wets his lips in a quick pass. they press sweetly just below his injured knuckle, so careful not to add anymore pain.

"better?" he asks, voice rough as it rumbles up from the depths of simon's chest.

"yea," johnny knows he's red, blushing from his chest to the tips of his ears, "my very own knight in shining armour."

simon snorts, pulls back as the tension between them cracks and shatters. "c'mon then, if you're all patched up it's time to head back out."

he hops down, braces himself on the counter as his legs turn to jelly. desire coils through him, a snake ravenously devouring what little control he has left. it winds its way through him, scraping out his rib cage and devouring all his soft insides. it replaces them with a burning fire, desperate for release.

he dutifully follows simon back out into the classroom. the hiss of fire and clatter of people cooking comes as a shock to his system, so used to the brief intimacy of the back kitchen.

the rest of the class passes in a blur. he technically cooks a lovely lamb sirloin and potato gnocchi, but fucked if he can remember any of it. everything is just a haze of simon, simon, simon, who seems to return all the desire and more. 

each demonstration feels like a private lesson, dark eyes trapping him as his smooth voice rolls over the room. they leak heat with every pass, fanning the flames of need curling through him. 

he seems to be finding any excuse to wander his way over to johnny, just as trapped in his orbit. johnny never once eats in the dining room, invited instead by simon to eat together at the front of the class while they gather dishes and ferry them into the back kitchen.

he learns more and more about the lovely chef and with each new piece of shared history the fire inside him is stoked higher and higher. impatience begins to bleed into both of them the closer they get to the end of the class.

he barely tastes the panna cotta from earlier, no better than ash in his mouth as he tries his fucking hardest not to drop to his knees at simon's feet. watching the man lick creamy dessert from the end of a spoon probably counts as torture, the noises he makes definitely do.

johnny doesn't know how to feel about the fact that simon is the kind of man that enjoys food. on one hand, he's so damn expressive johnny can't help but feel every emotion as well. on the other hand, he fucking moans when it's something he really enjoys.

his sanity is crumbling more and more, brain turning to liquid with every passing second. it feels like he's never going to make it out alive.

finally though, they reach the end of the night. the last of the dishes are collected, straggling students out the door. it's only johnny and simon, price hidden away behind closed doors as he finishes the closing routine. they're at a crossroads, a turning point of the night.

"so," simon finishes drying his hands, tosses the cloth in a basket and rounds the counter to stand in front of johnny, "what do you suppose we do now?"

"i was thinking it might be my turn to teach you something," he says, holding out a motorbike helmet, "what do you say?"

simon grins, blindingly bright, "let me grab my coat."

soap signing up for a couple’s cooking class with his partner—when said partner breaks up with him a day before the class

soap going anyway because he doesn’t want to waste the money he spent on it, and who knows, maybe he’ll find someone else there. or, at the very least, he wouldn’t be the only (now-) single

soap realizing that maybe it had been a good thing he’s here alone with the rapidly-growing obsession with the class’s instructor, ghost, and his unfairly attractive arms and the muscles that move as he works

(and ghost, spending the most time helping soap, even when soap hardly needs it. then soap lingering in the class once it’s over, waiting for everyone to clear out just for a chance to keep talking to ghost, who is more than happy to chat with soap as he cleans and closes up)

[dlst0rtion]

note to self: don't do it you son of a- (chapter 2)

pairing: nekoma x male reader, yachi hitoka x male reader, and kuroo tetsurō x male reader

masterlist

series masterlist

a/n: I've been changing so many stuff lately since I don't have a solid plan for this series but the reader will get 2 love interest ^^

Pudding 🍮

kenma

was it really necessary to chase down [last name] after school ended, kuroo?

kuroo

OFC KENMA 😎

having [last name] would be beneficial for the team

I needed to catch him before it was too late

kenma

I like [last name] and agree but I don't think taunting him like that would make him want to join us

kuroo

taunting???? him????

what makes you think I was taunting him

kenma

it's you.

kuroo

😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣

EL O EL

I MIGHTVE MADE HIM MAD A LITTLE??? I BROUGHT UP MIDDLE SCHOOL 😍

kenma

ur so stupid

kuroo

trust the process kenma 😎😎

kenma

what made you interested in [last name] anyways?

kuroo

he's like art 😍

obscure art, but still, art❗️

plus his brain is so big

kenma

if [last name] doesn't want to be near us again bc of you I'd never forgive you

kuroo

real!!!

kenma

stop saying that.

kuroo

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"what the hell am I doing here," [name] asked himself as he stood outside nekoma's gymnasium doors.

[name] would never admit it to anyone but kuroo did touch something deep inside him when he mentioned joining the volleyball team.

as his mother said, he used to love volleyball.

used to.

[name] peeked through the slight opening of the gym doors as he watched nekoma's volleyball club practice.

his heart felt warm.

he forgot how it felt, the adrenaline when he would play all those years ago.

he missed it.

"can I help you with something?" [name] jumped a little as he turned around to see who caught him in this position. "oh! [last name] I've never seen you around this part of the school before."

it was the volleyball coach, coach naoi. he was a confident male with dark, short-cut hair. [name] liked him. he's a pretty cool dude.

"oh yeah um.... I was just," [name] didn't know what to say. he fully didn't intend on being caught and planned to make his grand escape after a bit of snooping.

"do you want to join the volleyball club, [last name]?" coach naoi asked with a small smile on his face.

he knew of [name] and had spoken to him a couple of times when they pass by each other in the hallways. coach naoi viewed him as a bright young kid that would be going to places.

"hmmm," [name] contemplated on saying no and leaving. "I'm not quite sure. I haven't played volleyball in years."

"that's alright! just come join us for a couple of days and see how you like it. you can act as our manager for the time being," coach naoi offered.

it was a pretty solid offer.

[name] gave the man a small smile, "sure."

the two walked through the doors while the sounds of shouting and sneakers screeching started to cease.

"everyone listen up!" the tall coach shouted which made everyone fully stop. "I would like to introduce you guys to [last name] [name]. as of today he will join us as a manager. please take care of him."

"nice to meet you," even though he had a blank face, [name]'s voice was sincere and warm as he bowed down to his future club members.

kenma, a guy from his class, gave him a small smile while kuroo gave him a gengar-easque smirk.

"NICE TO MEET YOU, [last name]!"

"isn't he kenma's classmate?"

"welcome to the club, [last name]!"

"YAHOOOOO WE FINALLY GET A MANAGER!"

"SHUT UP, LEV!"

jeez, what did [name] get himself into?

as coach naoi got the team started on their drills, [name] turned towards the other coach.

"coach nekomata, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm [last name] [name]," the young male said as he bowed to his elder.

"no need for that," coach nekomata said, waving him off. "I know who you are, [last name]. you were quite the powerhouse during your time at ushimi middle school."

"you know of that?" [name] asked, surprised. "and please, just call me [name]."

"of course. anyone would want to catch the son of the great [last name] makoto in action."

[name]'s mood slightly dampened at the mention of his father.

"so what do I exactly do as a manager? I've only been a player for a volleyball team and ushimi didn't have a manager."

"it's quite easy. you mainly just need to fill and hand out water bottles and towels. you can help catch naoi by handing him some volleyballs or collecting stray ones. you can also set up and take down nets and clean the gym when we're all finished," nekomata explained. "are you not returning as a player?"

"maybe I will again, someday. I'm just not used to playing it again right now," [name] sat down on the bench beside the elder. "coach naoi offered to let me stay here for a couple of days, act as the team's manager for the time being, and see how I feel."

"hmmm, I see. well I hope you return to the field again someday. it was magnificent watching you play," nekomata gave the boy a closed eye smile.

"thanks."

as the day progressed, [name] fulfilled his duty as manager. giving water and towels to the members. refilling the water bottles. and assisting coach naoi when needed.

during that time, most of the nekoma members couldn't take their eyes off of him.

I mean, THE [last name] [name] was THEIR manager?

unreal.

unbelievable.

ain't no way.

"so, [last name], you decided to join our team after all," kuroo said as he took a sip from the water bottle that the other male handed to him.

"it wasn't because of you if that's what you think," [name] gave kuroo a disgusted face.

"you wound me, truly, [last name]," kuroo said as he pretended to hold his heart in pain.

"you're so dramatic," he rolled his eyes and pushed the rooster head face away.

[name] then turned his attention to a certain pudding head who was sipping his water bottle in peace.

"you did good, kozume," he complimented the quiet male.

"thank you, [last name]," kenma smiled at his new manager.

"hey, what about me? I did pretty well today too," kuroo gave them a triumphant pose.

[name] ignored him.

"we don't need to be formal with me [last name] we're in the same class, just call me kenma."

"if only you call me [name] as well."

"can I call you, [name]?" kuroo chirped.

"no," [name] side-eyed kuroo as he visibly deflated.

"[name]," a short sandy-haired male said walking towards him. "never thought I'd see a [last name] as a manager instead of a player."

"you know about me too, yaku-senpai?"

"naturally," yaku replied. "I know you from ushimi middle school too and considering who your father is as well, it's not hard to know you."

"hmm, I thought it would die down since I left volleyball all those years ago."

"you come from two famous parents, [last name]. it's only reasonable for people to know who you are," yaku replied honestly.

even though what yaku said was true, it still brought [name]'s mood a little low since all his life people had expectations of him. especially his father.

"you don't need to worry about that though, [name]. we're your teammates, we expect nothing but your help and support," another, rather soft, voice said while yaku hummed in agreement.

[name] saw a guy with jet-black hair that was shaved into a buzzcut.

"Nobuyuki Kai, but you can call me kai," the male smiled warmly at the cold male.

"nice to meet you kai-senpai, you can call me [name] too," [name] directed the last part to both kai and yaku.

"[LAST NAME]-SENPAIII" a tall grey-haired male screamed running towards the group. "it's nice to finally get to talk to you! many of the girls in my class always talk about how handsome and unapproachable you are but I don't think you're scary at all. maybe your face is though. you should smile more, you'll be less scary. oh yeah, my name is haibi lev!"

many were shocked, but not surprised by lev's bluntness but [name] didn't seem phased by it, actually, he was amused.

"thanks, I'll keep that in mind," [name] stated.

"are you going to come hang out with us after practice? it's kuroo turn to buy us ice cream."

"LIKE HELL I'M PAYING FOR ALL OF YOU!"

"HEY! YOU HELD OFF YOUR END OF THE BARGAIN FOR 2 WEEKS, STOP BEING A FREELOADER!"

"yeah, come on kuroo. [name] is joining too, take it as a welcoming gift for him," inuoka suggested coming up from behind [name].

"fine," kuroo grumbled.

[name] looked on confused, "I am?"

"it'll be nice to hang out with you, [name]. we can all get to know you and you know... vice versa," shibayama said with a soft smile.

"only if you want to, [name]," kai reminded.

"I would love to but I need to pick up my little sister before it gets dark. I don't want her going home alone at night," [name] said taking a glance out the window, the sun had already set.

"oh shit, has she been waiting long?" yaku asked worriedly. he knew their practices take quite a bit of time.

"no don't worry about it. my little sister normally helps around her elementary school's garden with other students and teachers after school. she wasn't able to tend to the flowers yesterday because of the rain. if I leave now, I think I'll just make it," the new nekoma manager explained.

"nice time then?" kenma asked.

"next time," [name] nodded. "I should get going now."

"wait!" kuroo held out his hand to the male to halt him. "you should give me your number so you can be added to the nekoma volleyball group chat. just to socialize and be informed of plans."

"is this just an excuse to get my number?" the manager raised his eyebrow.

"partially," kuroo smirked. "but genuinely, it's so we can all communicate with each other."

"sure."

as they exchanged their numbers [name] headed toward both nekoma coaches who were patiently waiting for him.

"so, [last name]. what do you think?" nekomata asked the male.

"you have an interest group of people you coach," [name] stated as both the coaches gave him a small laugh.

"interesting enough for you to stay?"

[names] mouth twitched a little but remained in a straight line, "yeah..."

"perfect!" coach naoi exclaimed as he handed [name] a piece of paper. "here's the sign-up sheet to officially be a part of nekoma's volleyball team! we're honoured to have you. oh! and before i forget to tell you, we're going to be at shinzen high for a week after summer break starts."

"okay, thanks," [name] bowed to both of the coaches as he departed from the high school, ready to make his walk toward seichi elementary school.

as he waited for his bus to arrive he felt the constant buzzing of his phone.

meow meow vb team 😼😹😻

kuroo added you

lev

[LAST NAME]-SENAPIIIII

yaku

lev shut up

[name] is probably busy picking up his sister rn

kenma

^

kai

^

fukunaga

^

kuroo

^^

lev

hey [name]-senpai, I have a sister too!

kuroo

no one asked

lev

:<

yamamoto

I DIDNT GET TO TALK TO [LAST NAME] IN PERSON

kenma

that's bc you were too busy ogling him

kuroo

🤨🤨

yamamoto

he's a handsome man what can I say

lev

:O

inuoka

:O

shibayama

:O

yaku

:O

kuroo

😟

ur so real for that

yamamoto

what, I'm secure 😤

thanks.

lev

HE HAS SPOKEN

[LAST NAME]-SENPAI HIII

LEV HI ٩(^▿^)۶

kuroo

oh em gee

[name] uses those emoticons

I'm in love

that's [last name] to you

눈_눈

kuroo

yaku

hey that emoticon looks just like you

눈_눈

kuroo

real

kenma

stop saying that

I like emo

kuroo

I'm emo

emoticons

sorry I accidentally press sent too early

yamamoto

bro is so down bad

kai

^

fukunaga

^

lev

^

kenma

^

inuoka

^

yaku

^

teshiro

^

Shibayama

^

kuroo

my primal urge to say real

oh before I forget

coach naoi said something about going to shinzen high for a week or something

fukunaga

training camp.

kuroo

training camp

kenma

training camp

yaku

we're invited to a training camp

thanks.

so why do we have to stay at shinzen for a week?

yaku

to socialize

lev

to make friends :D

kuroo

to crush fukurodani.

thanks.

so why do we have to stay at shinzen for a week?

kai

every school under the fukurodani academy group takes turns hosting training sessions but shinzen always hosts the week-long ones. we just do a bunch of practice matches and try to improve our skill and technique basically

kenma

hmmm

oh cool

do we have to stay at shinzen high?

kenma

not if you don't want to

yaku

I think karasuno is staying at shinzen since they live in Miyagi

inuoka

were you planning on staying inside the school?

no can't afford to

have too much stuff to do at home

kai

understandable

taking care of your little sister?

and mother

shinzen isn't that far from my house anyways I can just walk there

lev

if you live near shinzen

why don't you just go to school there?

kuroo

shut up lev

I like cats better

kuroo

authentic

[todaysbird]

some more bird updates: so my family bought hanging baskets for our front porch and a family of house finches moved in not even three days later! we'll still have to water the hanging baskets so time will only tell of they'll get chased away by that or not-- but i still think its fun!!

also my mom and i saw a red-winged blackbird in the park while driving home a couple days ago-- my mom says she hasnt seen them around in years, and i think this mightve been my first time seeing one ever-- theyre so pretty!!

That’s awesome! I love both those species

[strangerhands]

im bored and really wanna do this so dont mind if i just scoot in annddd

get to know me tag gameeeee yippee

1. Were you named after anyone?

not to my knowledge, (apparently) in viet culture its disrespectful to "copy" someones name soooo my viet and english names arent after anybody (mightve been lied to tho to be fair. or maybe its just the people my family has known :p)

2. When was the last time you cried?

couple hours ago (watched a bucky edit)

3. Do you have kids?

no and dont ever want to sometimes i think about it though

4. What sports do you/have you played?

i used to be really into volleyball, though i didnt really play it much, and when i did itd just be like. alone. for fun. but i reaaaaallllllyyyy wanted to get good at it and play more. i also used to skateboard (was not good) and i miss it sometimes. was always too scared of getting hurt and it hindered my ability to progress big time

5. Do you use sarcasm?

yes but actually not that often anymore i dont think

6. First thing you notice about people?

depends, but typically their outfit

7. What's your eye color?

dark brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

eeeeeee both im a horror whore though, so i might have to go with scary movies

9. Any talents?

literally no. except i made some perfect french fries for my first ever time last week so maybe thats my calling.

10. Where were you born?

relatively big city in bc canada

11. What are your hobbies?

watching youtube all day, reading, gaming, hopefully writing once i stop slacking, cooking kind of, i make jewelry sometimes, does slime count?

12. Do you have any pets?

yes ive got two little doggies

13. How tall are you?

5'2🧎 pls pls pls i just want to get to 5'3 before i stop growing😭😭

14. Favorite subject in high school?

social studies was a fave since middle school (sorta like history), art and foods was nice too

15. Dream job?

tbh ive always always wanted to be a youtuber. like. my whole life basically for as long as i can remember since i was a little child thats just always been the #1 thing ive dreamt of and wanted😭😭 but getting to the point where that can just be my main/only thing that will actually sustain my life is next to impossible. and also i dont want to be perceived. but i still think about it all the time

no pressure tags!!: @midgardian-witch @my-secret-shame @reallyrallyauthor @eyelessfaces @runa-falls @spacecowboyhotch @virtie333 @winniethewife

Get to know me tag game

Thank you for the tags @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

1. Were you named after anyone? Rebecca from the bible for my legal name. Named myself after Romana from doctor who bc I wanted to be a time lord in high school lol

2. When was the last time you cried? Today, Heroe by Enrique Iglasias came on (spanish version of Hero) and i cried i wanna be loved

3. Do you have kids? Not unless you count my daycare children I adore.

4. What sports do you/have you played? Like kate ive done tea kwon do, made it to high red! and i did bike races in elementary school through middle and was pretty good. One of the few good memroies with my dad was doing that on monday nights in the summer. Now all i do is chase after children.

5. Do you use sarcasm? Noooooo neverrrrrr

6. First thing you notice about people? Im too busy wondering how im percived XD

7. What's your eye color? blue but like a boring blue

8. Scary movies or happy endings? HAPPY unless im like, at a theater or doing a sleep over.

9. Any talents? Im a great writer <3

10. Where were you born? Kenosha, WI (yes, of kyle rittenhouse fame BUT HE DOESNT REPORESENT US)

11. What are your hobbies? Reading and writing fanfic, crying

12. Do you have any pets? No but im taking care of my roommate/landlords cat while shes out in north dakota with her oil rig boyfriend XD i dont like animals though.

13. How tall are you? 5'9 (im willing to be taller than oscar)

14. Favorite subject in high school? English

15. Dream job? Dream job is a rich husband and I take care of our children and spend several hours a week volunteering at soe women's shelter or childrens center

NP tags @whatthefishh @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @ivystoryweaver @campingwiththecharmings