#braindead brewing

[sigmarette]

Gotta stop reading fanfics when I'm depressed because now I have FEELINGS I didn't WANT TO HAVE because I was trying to AVOID THEM but HERE WE ARE.

[kessellluvr]

fluff-/kinkmas - day three - NSFW / on display.

pairing: adult!nat x afab!reader

natty fucking you infront of the window of her motel >~<

warnings: 18 plus, smut, dom!nat, fingering, publix sex, she/her nat,

you and nat had an intresting relationship, she called like all the shots, you obeyed. she was a total godess to you and you could spent hours just admiring her.

you had just woken up from another rough night with her, your cunt feeling slightly sore - but you were getting used to it by now, nat wasnt one to go soft and slow on her partners. you stood by the kitchen counter, tapping your fingers on the wooden surface as you waited for your coffee to finish brewing - you sighed and didnt notice natty entering the kitchen too. she wrapped her arm around your waist - causing you to jump, she just chuckled and nuzzled your neck. "hey.. how´d you sleep?" you leant into her touch, ignoring the sound of the coffee mashine in the background "mhmm.. good." you replied and she smiled, planting some soft kisses along your neck - you knew exactly what this meant, anytime she´d start kissing your neck, she was turned on as hell. you giggled softly, feeling her hand slip under the way too big shirt you were wearing, caressing your belly before going up your golden trail. you were only in that shirt and a pair of panties, standing infront of the kitchen window and waiting for your damn coffee - but here nat was, already in the mood to claim you as hers again. her hand trailed from your stomach down to your neatly trimmed cunt, running her fingers over your clit teasingly - your eyes widened and you let out a soft whimper. "natty.." you said desperately, hands grasping to the kitchen counter as she painfully slowly shoved two fingers up your cunt "youre so fucking wet.. my god." meanwhile her fingers went in deeper, curling up, eagerly searching for your g-spot. you let out a loud moan as she grazed it - you could tell she was grinning right now, pushing her fingers up and hitting it, stealing another moan from your lips. natty now started roughly massaging your g-spot, making you moan over and over again - at this point you didnt care who might walk by and see you, all you cared about was cumming for nat. “youre such a good slut..” nat said, her voice rough with arousal. you replied with an eager nod, eyes fluttering shut now.* “you about to cum, baby?��� her fingers slipped out, leaving you aching for more. “p-please.. natty more..” you plead her, braindead already and fighting to get the words out. nat gave your exposed ass a firm slap before her hand trailed back to your cunt, this time pushing three fingers inside - making you cry out as your back arched. “you take it so well for me..” your eyes rolled back in your skull, you felt your arousal drip down your folds and onto your inner thighs and onto the floor. “such good slut..” natty kept mercilessly pumping three whole fingers in and out your tight hole. “cum for me, babe. let go.” and you did, letting out a long drawn moan as you felt yourself squirting for nat - she pulled out and spun you around, getting onto her knees infront of you and taking your clit between her lips. she started sucking your swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves - eager to push you over the edge again. nat could taste your cum on her tounge, she loved it - your hands went to tangle in her hair. “n-natty..” you whimpered, biting your lip as your legs shook from overstimulation. “shush.” you complied, shutting up by clasping on of your hands over your mouth. nat kept eagerly lapping at your juice covered folds, dipping in with her sharp, pointy tounge. you felt your climax approaching once more and you didnt bother warning her - you just let go, this time creaming onto her tounge. nat gracefully swallowed it and gave your cunt one last cleaning lick before standing up and kissing your forehead.

“now you can finish your coffee, babe.” she said with a wink and sat by the table, leaving you trembling against the counter.

AN: this is not a want.. its a fucking need - MORNING SEX WITH NATTY!!!😩 did i get up at FOUR IN THE MORNING to write this and now its 7:30? yeah.. them horny mornings :>

[my-pjo-stuff]

The most braindead take I ever must have seen in the PJO fandom is people giving Luke shit for "abandoning" Chris in the labyrinth.

Because Luke didn't abandon SHIT. Chris was out on a mission to get Ariadne's string in the Labyrinth! That mission went south when Minos drove the guy insane. We have every reason to believe that Chris went in there willingly. Because it was a MISSION. A mission Luke most definitely never went on himself, since he was sort of preoccupied with, yk- LEADING AND ORGANIZING THE ARMY AND PREPPING TO BECOME KRONOS' VESSLE. (For those getting mad at Luke for not going with Chris- bffr he has better stuff to do. He's not only the leader of the TA and also will be Kronos' vessle. You really thinking Kronos would allow his body to possibly get lost in some random labyrinth when someone else could do the job just as well? And that's ignoring Luke'd duties as a leader and top dog of the TA he also can't just abandon)

Luke would have abandoned Chris if he was on the mission too and just ditched him once he went insane, or if Chris sent out a distress signal and Luke decided to never go rescue him. Neither applies here. Everyone in the TA and CHB knew that a war was brewing! Chris was most CERTAINLY aware of the risks- for all the TA knows Chris was either still navigating the labyrinth while he was in CHB or dead. They never "abandoned" ANYONE.

Because by that logic that would mean that Chiron would also have abandoned all the campers who went on missions or quests and died from it 'cause something went wrong, BECAUSE THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED TO CHRIS. No one ever thought about or could have foreseen Chris going crazy. That was NEVER the plan! A mission went south and ended badly, that's just what happens sometimes in this world! And everyone knows it! Would CHB have abandoned Percy and Annabeth had their quest into the labyrinth gone wrong? Well if we go by the logic of some fans they would have. 'Cause nothing else happened to Chris. And now if people come here and say "yeah, well- Chris was still a child and shouldn't have been sent off into the labyrinth in the first place" First off, NO SHIT SHERLOCK! It's not like the fact that it's wrong for demigods to be used as child soldiers is a major reason for Luke to revolt in the first place! Not like IT'S CANONICALLY ADDRESSED THAT DEMIGOD LIVES ARE DANGEROUS AND ARE USED AS CANON FODDER BY GODS.

Luke frankly said doesn't have any other fucking choice! ALL demigods are young as fuck BECAUSE they die so young- there are no older people around to do it! The TA reasons that they have to change this now and have danger in their lives now so they can build a better future where that won't be a thing anymore! (If you try to go, "well he could have sent a monster-" bffr we all know that A) those guys are NOT smart enough to navigate the labyrinth on average and B) the few that are are not only very rare but generally also high ranking) Second off, please keep that energy up with everyone else! You're gonna judge Chiron and the gods too for sending even YOUNGER kids to do even more DANGEROUS stuff? Where are you talking about CHB making Luke go on his Ladon quest (all alone for all we know) at 17? Chris was 15 in BotL as far as I know, only 2 years younger? Where is the hate on the gods for forcing the Master Bolt quest onto Percy at the age of 12? That was equally (if not more) dangerous as the labyrinth!

Like, listen: If you dislike Luke, be my guest! As much as I love him I can easily see why people might not have the best of opinions on him. He did lots of fucked stuff- but for the love of GOD be reasonable if you want to give us reason why you dislike him! Which, by the way, isn't neccesary! You can just- dislike characters because you dislike them. No moral reasoning needed. All I ask of people is that they are fair and reasonable when they give moral reasons for not liking someone. Because the claim that "Luke abandoned Chris in the labyrinth" is just straight up garbage if you even think about it a little bit.

[joojeans]

everyone deems euijoo as sweet, innocent, and gentle. don’t get me wrong i definitely think he’s like this around others or maybe even at first. but i feel like behind closed doors he has a huge thing for degrading and rough sex. i can imagine him getting jealous when his gf where’s a tight dress in public, feeling a growing hard on, but instead ons saying anything, no. he waits all day until you guys are alone at home and then blames you for why he’s so horny and reminds you that he’s the only one who can hug your curves (not you’re dress). also feel like he’s really needy, but won’t beg. (unlike nicho or yuma who would lol). can also imagine euijoo shoving you into the dressing rooms after a performance for a quickie and walking out of the room like nothing happened talking to his members like normal and treating you sweet and gentle like always, like he wasn’t just calling you a slut in the dressing room. being careful not to mess up his pretty stage clothes of course

love you’re work btw <3 lmk what you think of these thoughts

anon you are speaking to the president of the ‘euijoo is not as sweet and gentle and innocent as he seems” club <33 like… he is. in front of of other people. at first. like you said. but he’s not, not really.

i said before (here, here) that i think having sex is BIG for euijoo because its the one thing that gets him out of his head. he can shut off his brain and just fuck you until your body is shutting down and it’s so good for him. he doesn’t have to be nice and polite and careful. he can ruin you, make you go braindead for him. he loves this. he loves having an outlet for the more primal side of himself. he loves going somewhere with you afterwards knowing what he just did to you behind closed doors but no one is the wiser because he looks so harmless.

i can’t remember if i mentioned this on here before or if i’m just thinking about an euijoo brainrot conversation i had with a friend, but i also subscribe to the perv!euijoo agenda. not in the he-does-inappropriate-shit kind of way (though that’s not completely off the table) but in the everything-turns-him-on-even-things-that-shouldn’t kind of way. so imo, yeah, he’s a horny dude. gets super worked up over stuff and beats himself up for being a perv until he finds out that you like it. will fool around with you pretty much anywhere if he thinks you can get away with it. as much as his logical brain is like !!!no!!! his hand is already inside your pants. definitely won’t beg for anything unless you catch him in a rare mood. like that’s just not happening.

as for being into degradation… i can’t really see him opting for names like whore or slut or anything like that. that is, unless you tell him that you like it. if you like it, he’ll figure it out. i can see him getting “upset” (whether genuinely or falsely) with you over things just so you two can have some tension brewing that he gets to use as an excuse to fuck you harder later. he kinda likes it when it’s not too easy.

[ckret2]

hey what the fuck

I have 7000/8000 word days from time to time; but usually that's an all day marathon, "I'm so inspired I'm staying up til 3 am," mentally drained the next 4 days.

Today it's not even my bedtime; i'm feeling chill and reasonably energetic for 10 pm; no signs of the Hyperfocus Hangover headache brewing; well fed and hydrated; and it came so easily and effortlessly that if you'd asked me how much I wrote today I'd have said "idk like 3k?"

The real test of how much energy I spent will be seeing whether I'm a braindead zombie tomorrow; but right now, I'm not getting any of the usual "you've written too close to the sun" warning symptoms.

Which god's favor have I unknowingly earned. Which muse has bestowed her blessings upon my work. Does she accept roses and chocolates. Is she single. Is she free tomorrow

is this the spirit of nanowrimo

[vibratome]

had a dream i went to a local bakery and ordered a cold brew with oat milk and the barista was like that’ll be $18 and i was like wwhat?? how?? and shes looking at me like im braindead and is like “its $10 for the cold brew and $8 for the oat milk” and im like “im sorry i cant do that” and shes like ??? and i just awkwardly leave the store and all the employees arw staring at me . anyway i think im having coffee related nightmares cos yesterday i spilled coffee on my mac keyboard and im deeply shaken by that

[notwerewolf]

🖋 WHAT THE BELLS DUDE. I read up on the outtlet lore and ?? SHOW US MORE OF YOUR OCS NEEOOOWWW THEY ALL SOUND SO FUCKING COOL ? im holding up a cup. And . Shaking it spare some lore please /nf

Is there anywhere to read up on everythin ? Whats the main story ? Have you drawn the main characters if there are any ? In outlett servers, is there any weird stuff brewing beneath the surface ? Like some nefarious stuff ? I don't think it'd be worse than google BUT you know. I wanna hear anything please <3 [dont feel obligated to answer the concept just sounds fascinating to me]

THANK YOUUUUU THIS IS SO KIND

outlett is largely a Collection of stories so far, but it generally centers around cattacomb and SHOUTB1RD!! i don't have anything published BUT im developing a larger document that i have built up. here's my rudimentary layout for the actual site itself!!

(forgive the fact that there aren't actually posts there. i could come up with posts but i hate the text tool on krita). i haven't developed much on the owners of the site itself but one of my Favorite pieces of worldbuilding is the "screenshot button." with the phenomenon that happens so often to arguably some of the most braindead accounts on instagram (though no site is free of it), screenshot reuploads of posts on other sites is hardbuilt into the app in order to forward "advertising." everyone who uses outlett hates this feature.

in terms of nefariousness... here is one of my FAVORITE socketts.

they create collections and show off to each other to see who can get the "best, highest-quality" ventposts. relationship drama is for casuals. self harm is second-tier on the iceberg. extra point for uniqueness and complexity. there are some people who, upon curating their collection, will create big Rankings for the "top 10 vents of the year." even if the original posts are taken down... the screenshot button is a great help.

[an-aura-about-you]

Hey! I am back to ask more questions from the ask game! Would you answer: 🍫 🍪 🐶 🙃 🥤 🧡?

Thank you! ❤️❤️

So I didn't forget about this! I have just been Mostly Braindead this week due to work and family bs! Thank you much for the ask!

🍫Cheese or chocolate?

Can't I do both? Sometimes at the same time? But like, if I absolutely had to choose only one, my instinct says I'd pick cheese.

🍪If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

I answered this one before, and my answer is the same: either a cowboy cookie or a sandtart.

🐶Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

Definitely more of a cat person. I like dogs, and I'm nice to them and say hello and stuff, but it is easier for me to take care of a cat than it is for me to take care of a dog. Also cat affection is more my speed.

🙃What’s a weird fact that you know?

Did you know ruby chocolate has a better claim to being "real" chocolate than white chocolate? This is because the standard of "real" chocolate is that it contains both cocoa solids and cocoa butter. Ruby chocolate, which at this point afaik is only being manufactured by places that make true chocolate couverture, has both while white chocolate only has cocoa butter. (By this metric, a lot of chocolate on the American market is not "real" chocolate because it replaces the cocoa butter with cheaper fats like vegetable oil.)

🥤What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

Either a half sweet vanilla blonde latte or a London Fog latte with an extra teabag. But I live in a college town that's honestly spoiled for choice when it comes to gourmet coffee shops, so I usually go to one of those instead. My favorite coffee drink of all time from any of them is probably the Stevie Nicks, a white chocolate cold brew topped with raspberry cold foam, but a close second would be the Honey Macchiato, a Starbucks style macchiato drink made with local honey and hazelnut syrup.

🧡A color you can’t stand?

Doesn't exist. Every color is good. It's context that matters. That said, context is highly important for some browns and greens. When I was driving through town with my sibling, I pointed out a car that was one of those greens and they were like, "Oh, I call that baby poop green." And like, They're Not Wrong, but again it's a context thing.

[nivenu]

badly summarized telvanni nelyn journey. because i just can't keep this stuff to myself waiting for the magical day i write down The Fic anymore

He joins the house kind of unaware of it as he freelances for Aryon, who caught his eye after he resolved the trading with the Zainab. Eventually Nelyn’s mental health break turns into proper Telvanni questing, training to regain his magic and mental dexterity. He learns to read properly and works on his Dunmeris. Plus the comfort of being part of a Great House appeals strongly to his deeply rooted insecurities, even if it means indirectly supporting and tolerating a lot of things he used to criticize. His arguments of “fighting it from the inside” start to sound and look very flimsy to Julan (Nelyn DOES do many good things however. Julan is just impossible to morally please, we know this). While he’s not entirely different, a lot of Nelyn’s unrefined edges are getting sanded down by the comfort of being a dude and being in a house. But he is so happy! Beaming. He has a second chance in life and he’s becoming a proper Morrowind citizen.

He feels the need to push Julan away because he can’t deal with everything that happened. He can’t deal with the very obvious signs of him being the Nerevarine. He lets Nibani Maesa ponder for many moons indeed, dreading the day he has to go back to that camp. And he needs to make a name for himself in the House, not share his glory with an Ashlander shield-brother. Julan did Nelyn’s morally questionable homework a couple of times and it just sinks into Nelyn how this is straining their relationship and he hates it. Everything starts slowly going to shit again but they’re still important for one another, so they endure each other and avoid uncomfortable topics, avoid uncomfortable trips, maybe see each other every fifteen days or so, as resentment slowly brews. Julan grows more unmotivated in his journey but is occupied trying to make an effort to make up to the Ahemmusa/Shani/his mother and freelancing on his side.

Odirniran: He feels not an ounce of guilt over freeing the imprisoned girl once he learns the guy was going to use her for experiments. He has an argument with Aryon regarding personal rights/indirectly slavery tied to this. He’s done with the telvanni traditions of misogyny. What is stopping me from taking over that fool’s tower?

Monopoly quest: Nelyn spends a fortnight over at Ald’ruhn as a diplomat, having endless, pointless lunch and dinners as protocol dictates to advocate for the end the mages’ guild monopoly. He wonders why the hell Aryon thought it was a good idea to send him for this job. He greatly struggles with impostor syndrome as Aryon’s Mouth. He makes a nationalistic appeal: your troops suffer without proper magical education and the imperials do not know our needs as a nation. The Mages guild is not of military nature but idle investigation and a burden in your finances. What better way to defend from ash creature attacks? Sending untrained magically soldiers to the ghostgate is throwing away bodies. Plus the appeal to fairness. Plus some bribing. Plus a lot of Telvanni musk, to mask all his uncanniness. Plus some chores. Plus a little blackmailing in the way. It’s a miracle. Four months ago he was corprus-braindead and now he’s climbing the ladder faster than ever.

Corprus beasts attack Morvayn manor and this given Nelyn the upper hand on the dealings. He cleanses the manor while they wait for a dispatch of buoyant armigers to control the situation. The town witnesses Nelyn’s efforts and he gets quite famous. It instigates many rumors, as if Telvanni have found a way to deal with Ash creatures more effectively or protect themselves from corprus, which Nelyn feeds to fuel his agenda. He ultimately feels guilty and dirtier about it than all the sock sucking he had to do. He’s using his (secret) status as the nerevarine for political clout! Past Nelyn would never have done that.

It’s not exactly the end of the monopoly, because that’s too ambitious for a simple Mouth to achieve, but the point was to reach agreement between the Houses to allow a couple of Telvanni settlements in the west in exchange of services. Behind the Empire's back, of course. The Ald'ruhn Blade notices this.

When he goes for Kogoruhn and the Cavern of the Incarnate, he does so behind Julan’s back. After a break of some sort that snaps him out of his Telvanni dream and reminds him of his duty. This can be a consequence of his actions or of his lack of action. Or his corprus nature is publicly exposed and it becomes a problem he can’t wave away. Or he’s exposed as an imperial spy as revenge for his desertion. Or he’s caught in a Twin Lamps scheme. Or he is thwarted by the senior members of the Council whose thousand-year-old political game of waiting he can’t win. Or he kills Therana in self defense and it becomes a bureaucratic mess on top of all these things.

[namorian]

the shit i have brewing in my head for a grishaverse fanfic/rewrite that i simply cannot every publish because I would be torn limb from limb by this braindead fandom is intense. complete overhaul of alina from day 1, give her a gun and put her in a trench. darkling but he's not a white liberal's strawman version of magneto but instead Actual Magneto aka a revolutionary chad. no romantic ka/nej they just have too many different needs and boundaries etc. in kerch there's someone who's best described as "communist papa emer.itus meets joan of arc" who will either end up kaz's bestest friend or most unhinged nemesisuationship. papa communism of arc makes a political alliance with the darkling, takes over fantasy wall street and effectively overthrows the government and makes it communist. also alina either has to Be Cool with the revolution or Get Fucking Shot. also probably nikolai is killed rip lil buddy i love you but it's for the good of ravka you get it lil buddy.

[yyxandere]

psst psst, i heard you wanted some ace attorney requests so mind if i chip in with my own idea for a oneshot you could so? (or any type of format you think is best, i don’t mind :) /gen)

how about a y/n that just cares for iris a lot and always dotes on her, kinda like a mother or sister figure to the girl and sholmes is just so fucking enamored with her that he kinda tries tricking her to stay behind and spend time with them some more, usually by using iris as an excuse. you can choose however you wish to end it or change up any of the details if you’d like, i’ve read some of your content and i like it a lot!! (i might even send in more requests if you don’t mind hehehe)

･ ｡ﾟ☆ 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄

[♡]ー ꒱・！CHARACTERS！:: SHERLOCK HOLMES AND IRIS WILSON.

☆ - Art Credits: NELL

✧.* gender/pronouns ─ 'You' pronouns yet female titles

✩.* note ─ HIII MOOTIE ITS BEEN SO LONG LOL!! I RLLY HOPE U LIKE THIS, IM SO BRAINDEAD WHEN I WAS DOING THIS SO IM SO SO OSRRY IF ITS ASS BC OF HOW RUSHED IT IS 😭😭

✩.* TRIGGER WARNINGS ─ Overbearingness, Manipulation, and Drugging, Guilt Tripping and SPOILERS FOR TGAA 2

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! You have to see this new discovery!"

Such eagerness could be heard at 221B Baker Street or the house of “The Great Detective” - Herlock Sholmes and Iris Wilson. May the days be cloudy or rainy nothing can ruin the mood the cheerfulness of the young assistant Iris whenever you're around. The giddiness she feels whenever you visit could always make you smile.

"(Y/n), please do taste this new tea that I brewed!"

"(Y/n) ! You must do come with me to the upcoming science festival! I already have three tickets, for me, you and Hurley!

No matter how tired you are you can never deny her, especially not when she asks so earnestly and her eyes! Oh, her eyes whenever she pleads! For how they glow! She's the very embodiment of pure joy, happiness, and warmth, she could make anyone feel better no matter what kind of mood they were having, and you couldn't help but adore the way she talks.

Even if it's a simple thing such as drinking her new blend, you always manage to eat the pastries she made, but most of the time you help her make the sweet pastries, but in most cases both of you would be covered in flour yet not minding it for how you were both laughing. Iris brings a side of you, a very nice and warm feeling, like how a mother loves her child . . .

Herlock too was a nice individual to be with, even though he is quite an eccentric individual, he was still a companion that you enjoy being with but it made you very much have less time for your own personal things, for example, Herlock dragging you from your friends to show off his new invention or basically dragging you to his crazy and wacky shenanigans the same could be said about Iris, she would also always invite you to where ever she is, may it be her inviting you to their house so you can help her bake or going where ever she and Herlock goes, it could be very overwhelming but who are you to say no to them?

Herlock knows what he is doing. The many times when he always picked up a case near your house or city just to get close to you, the times when he put laudanum—a sleeping drug on one of Iris's teas whenever you were at their house so you could sleep there, don't worry about bothering them it's really fine! While you sleep in the guest bedroom Herlock likes to watch you sleep maybe it was the way your relaxed state made him feel giddy for the fact that he can touch you and kiss you while you snooze. That, or just because you look really cute when you sleep. It's definitely because of the latter reason.

Whenever Herlock sees you baking, cooking, or just spending time with Iris, he just can't help but imagine what would it feel like but him hugging you from behind as you give him kisses while you call him your beloved husband…

"Dinner's ready Herlock!" You said as you took the freshly baked potato out of the oven while you did that Iris was preparing the table, putting the cutleries neatly, Iris intentionally put your plate next to Herlock and hers, making sure that you would be in the middle. Herlock was already seated at the dining table, waiting for the two of you to arrive.

"Here you go! One does hope that all will enjoy." You said as you put down the bowl full of mashed potatoes that were still steaming. "Well then, help yourselves!" you said as you sat in the middle, not knowing that you were unconsciously following their plan.

"My, this is incredibly good dear (Y/n), if you keep on cooking like this I might as well marry you, so I can taste this every day." Herlock said as he took another bite of the food, you then giggled "You're amusing Herlock." you said thinking what he said was some sort of flattery or joke, but Herlock was dead serious, he actually meant it and you felt a little flustered since you were caught off guard.

"(Y/n), there's a new festival tomorrow and I bought three tickets already, I was supposed to invite Mr, Van Zieks but he was busy, so was Ginny and Mr, Kazuma, so you don't mind if you join us right? Just me, you and Hurley!" Iris said cheerfully as she looked at you with such pleading eyes. If only you knew the exact plan she had.

"Ohh, Iris, for I an unfortunate for have plans tomorrow, I have to help a friend of mine to do research about the new case he's trying to solve and during the afternoon I have to be there to also babysit his youngling too…" You said dejectedly after you said that you noticed the immediate fade of the glimmer Iris had on her eyes and the smile she just had now vanished but was replaced with a dejected one, a sad smile that made you feel like you just ruined and spat on a dream of hers, you then noticed Herlock wiping his mouth with the napkin and taking out his pipe.

"Well that's a bother, Iris was excited for the festival and wanted anyone to be with her but all rejected the offer, mh it's such a shame…" Herlock said as he closed his eyes and blew his pipe smoke to the ceiling "It's alright, she'll find other friends to hang out with."

You were about to reply to Herlock's comment but Iris beat you to it.

"No need Hurley, I won't go to the festival…" Now that's when you saw little tears pricking in the corner of her eyes, such a scene truly broke your heart, and before you could stop yourself, you reached over to Iris and grabbed her hands, which made Iris shocked by the sudden move.

"I'll go! I'll talk to them so I can go to the festival! So please don't give me that dreary look, Iris…" You said in a softly stern voice. Iri's eyes immediately lit up and her smile came back again.

"Really! you wish go?" Iris said excitedly as you nodded which made Iris yell out a little chirp of a ‘hooray’ while Herlock smiled and put down his pipe. "You would not regret it (Y/n), I swear you wouldn't!" Iris said as she hugged you.

After dinner, Iris wanted to sleep early so she could prepare herself for the big day tomorrow so you decided to leave soon after but Iris wanted you to stay so you could read her a bedtime story, even if it was late and there's a high chance that there will be fewer cabs at this late hour but your heart ached seeing how disappointed she was by the turn of events earlier you didn't want her to be unhappy or feel bad and besides, she asked you nicely after all.

When Iris started to doze off, you carefully moved away from the book and stood up where Herlock was with his trusty pipe in his hand.

"It looks like your soothing voice really made Iris sleep, that's a kind of talent that I needed before when Iris was an infant." Herlock chuckled reminiscing about those memories, You giggled in reply, "Well then my dear lady, I should walk you home, at this late hour there are many thugs that are willing to prey on an unsuspecting woman like you." Herlock said as you both walked down the stairs, even though you were worried that you might bother Herlock but at the same time you do prioritize your safety too, "Oh, well, you are right."

Walking home was very relaxing, small conversation there while Herlock smoked his pipe but it was a very pleasant silence and when you reached your home you said your goodbye and goodnight.

"Well then thank you for walking with me Herlock, sorry if it was a bother, well then see you tomorrow!" You said but before you could open your door, Herlock took your hand and kissed it on top of it, he then gave you a very wink and hugged you.

"Well then, I'll be off, make sure that you actually keep your promise tomorrow, yes? You do not want to ruin Iris's smile do you?. . .'

[tveitertotwrites]

Question 1:

Brooklyn: For Dunkin, she usually gets a large cold brew with 5 pumps of vanilla and 5 creams. For Starbucks, she either gets a pink drink or a iced americano. If she goes to a local coffee shop, she gets a iced vanilla latte.

Claire: For Dunkin, she gets a large iced caramel latte with extra caramel and sweet cold foam. For Starbucks, she either gats a strawberry acai refresher with lemonade or caramel ribbon crunch frappuccino. If she goes to a local coffee shop, she gets a large caramel iced latte with whip cream/coldfoam (if they have it).

Adelaide: For Dunkin, she gets a large mocha latte (that becomes a pumpkin latte in the fall). For Starbucks, she either gets an iced chai (with pumpkin when it's fall) or an iced mocha (that becomes an iced pumpkin spice latte in the fall). At a local coffee shop, she'll get a large cold brew with some milk and mocha (which once again becomes pumpkin flavored in the fall).

Question 2:

So for this I had to think a little bit (since I don't listen to many albums, I'll listen to some songs and then disregard the rest). Now I chose the Moulin Rouge! The Musical soundtrack BECAUSE the first half of the album (if you go in chronological order of when the songs happen) is really nice and good and then it all falls from there and currently that's how I feel my life is like right now.

Question 3:

Brooklyn: I think that I would take her to explore my hometown just for fun. I would also tell her about the tv show Braindead (if her and her brother Parker still looked like MEW and AT) but I wouldn't show it to her because of a few scenes in the show (iykyk).

Claire: Because I gave her many things from myself (such as what sports we played, some hobbies, other things I won't mention), I would ask if she's okay and probably ask for advice about adulthood over coffee from the local coffee shop.

Adelaide: I would ask how her and Claire stayed so close over the years. I would also go to the lake with her and just spend the day with some company

Random Question Time (Week 6)

Random Question Time Rules:

Reblog your responses - this ensures that I can see your responses and should allow others to see your responses a little easier as well. There may be some general questions but it will mostly be within the Choices universe.

Be kind to other people - don't hate on someone for what they think fits in their universe and their characters, just because it's not the same as yours, doesn't mean it's wrong.

There will be three questions, you don't have to respond to all of them at once or even at all.

If you aren't currently apart of the tags and you want to be, reblog the post and I can add you (preferably reblog saying that you wanted to be added so that I don't have to assume)

Now anyone can participate at anytime (whether its 2 hours after posting or 5 years later), but if you would like to be tagged, let me know! I will try to have at least one question that most people can answer but I can't guarantee it every time.

Questions and Tags below the break.

Question 1: What is your MC's/OC's go to Dunkin/Starbucks/Coffee Shop Order(s)?

Question 2: If you had to give yourself an album to describe you/your life/your year, which one would it be?

Question 3: If your MC's/OC's were real people. what would be the first thing you would ask/say/do with them?

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[seishiroh]

— for whatever it's worth / nagi seishiro x reader. (ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?)

— light angst. happy ending. yukimiya kenyu as plot fodder (sorry.) friends to lovers. misunderstandings.

— part two of i dreamt you loved me. quick warning: i'm not exaggerating when i say i was braindead when i was writing this. it's bad but it's your problem now <3

you thought you were being honest with yourself when you said you’d be fine.

you understood, truly—that you would miss him more than you should, even when he's so close. you think, if you message him, he'd reply anyway; but all your messages remain unsent, kept hidden the way you think your feelings should’ve been kept.

it’s a frustrating thing, to remind yourself every day that you don’t need nagi no matter how much you miss him; to tell yourself you don’t miss the comfort of his presence, the warmth of his lips mumbling against the pulse on your neck, his calm voice keeping you earthed.

it’s not even supposed to be this way.

despite nagi approaching you that day, he doesn’t do it again. he’s across the room or running away from you the moment he notices you coming. while you keep pushing the distance, he keeps pulling.

you start wondering if you kept pushing, pushing, pushing–if you kept doing that, would you be too much of a bother already? if he was doing this much to avoid you, shouldn’t you just suck it up and walk away?

a week later, you don’t get any more time to decide. yukimiya is there, walking beside you as you enter your usual café, a charming smile on his lips.

“you go ahead and sit, i’ll order for us,” he offers, nodding towards the booth you always take.

you nod, “oh, my order, it’s—”

yukimiya arches an eyebrow, looking at you like you’re silly, “i got it, y/n.”

the feeling of your cheeks heating up is instantaneous. “well then,” you try again, taking your wallet out, “my payment.”

he keeps that expression, then he’s shaking his head. “i got it, y/n,” he stands his ground and you’re left to sigh, taking the defeat.

just as you take your seat, the door clings with the sound of someone entering. on instinct, you turn towards it only to feel your breath getting knocked out of you because nagi is there and he’s looking around the place like he’s searching for someone.

he keeps looking until meets your gaze (and maybe you still love him too much, because you could almost say for sure that his eyes brighten at the sight of you) and when he starts walking towards you, you think perhaps you’re having a fever dream.

“y/n.”

“nagi-kun,” you almost squeak, still surprised. nagi almost wants to wince, because you’ve only ever called him that when you were still unfamiliar with each other.

he reaches a hand towards his nape, a habit he does when he’s uncertain, “can i join you?”

you gape for a moment, confused, because there he is—the one you miss the most, the best friend you crave so badly—the one who left your feelings unanswered; yet you’re not even sure if you’re meant to say yes because yukimiya is there, walking towards you, stopping right beside nagi and placing your drinks on the table.

“oh,” you hear nagi, realizing you’re not alone.

yukimiya turns to him, his smile falters for only a split second you almost miss it, “ah, nagi-kun, yes?”

nagi only nods with tension brewing in the air, you kind of want to cry only because it feels as if you’ve found yourself at a shitshow of a situation. sighing, you smile apologetically at yukimiya. “come sit, yukki,” you hesitate before speaking again, “i think i should step out and talk to nagi for a moment though, is that okay?”

he nods despite the apprehensive look on his face. you stand, gesturing nagi towards the door.

when you’re outside, nagi is the first one to speak.

“we can just talk next time,” he offers, as if this wasn’t the first time in weeks that he’s even tried to talk to you.

he watches your lips curl into a frown, and he knows he’s said the wrong thing, “i just don’t wanna intrude in your… date?” he continues, sounding uncertain.

you laugh mirthlessly, “what do you mean, date?” you ask. you feel half hurt, half confused. you’re not sure why, but it feels like a punch to the gut that he’s telling you this as if he’s completely forgotten about your confession.

“oh, i just thought–he likes you, right? i thought you had something going on…”

“are you serious, sei? or have you forgotten?”

“forgotten what?”

your responding sigh let out is harsh, drawn out, and maybe if nagi had more empathy in him, he’d even hear the hurt, “that it’s you, sei. that i love you, and you’re–” your voice wavers, your initial sob is heavy, and nagi watches the way your face crumples, trying not to cry even though it’s futile, “you’re asking me if i like someone else when you know–”

“oh,” he trails off, his finger incessantly tapping at his thigh, a nervous tic.

“yeah, oh. i hate you and fuck you for that,” you tell him, except your voice is weak and there’s no real bite in your tone, “that’s fucked up, sei.”

“sorry,” he tells you, and he means it, no matter how much it seems he’s at a loss for words. he licks his lips before his mouth parts again, “i just mean,” he pauses, fumbling for the right words to say, “we’re friends first, before anything else, right? if you like him, you should give it a shot.”

you can’t help the exasperation when you react, tears free falling down the pavement beneath you, “is it that hard for you to acknowledge my feelings, sei?”

there’s nothing but the faint sound of the cafe inside and the hiccup of your sobs yet your heartbreak is deafening. right there, you realise it would hurt if he was around as much as it did when he wasn’t.

“just tell me this, nagi,” you exhale, trying to brave it, “why can’t it just be us?”

you don’t know how to feel when he answers you without thinking, like he knew this already. “i can’t reciprocate your feelings, y/n. i can’t be the boyfriend you want,” he tells you. it’s honest, as he always is, and it's a stalemate from there.

there’s a whimper of your hurt you try to bite back with your tongue before you nod one last time, “i should go back,” you tell him.

you’re walking away before he could say anything more.

it doesn't take long for you to realize that nagi is truly gone from you this time around.

while you try to move on, you tell yukimiya about your feelings, but he’s persistent, and he thinks it’ll be fine if it meant he even had a chance.

except it feels oddly empty sometimes, even when you find yourself in the affections of yukimiya. until february and march pass and you realize you're still willing nagi back, you grieved. your love, his absence, the futile attempt you'd made at untethering the red thread keeping you woven to him—you grieved it all.

the next month without him gone and you find yourself slipping away from yukimiya. you confess that you’ll probably love nagi for a long time and until then you couldn’t let him wait around for nothing.

soon enough, though, you find yourself hanging out with isagi at the cafe to catch up—something you could only usually do together since you can't find the will to join all three of them with nagi there.

this time, though, your heart wins.

“have you guys been hanging out with nagi lately?” you regret it as soon as you ask.

“you should just message him,” he replies, looking at you expectantly. but your reaction doesn’t fail him when you recoil at his suggestion.

“absolutely not, yoichi-kun,” you sigh. with a pout, you try again, “he’s free today, right? do you think he’d come here if you asked him to?”

he scratches at his cheek, “i can call him.”

it’s comical enough that he’s almost amused, the way your lips stretch to a wide grin as he slips his phone out to call nagi. but when the ringing stops and you hear nagi’s faint voice, you try not to pay attention to the phone call only because you don’t want to get your hopes up.

it’s quick, though. and isagi’s pausing to talk to you, “he’s asking if it’s fine with you, y/n?”

of course isagi tells him you’re there, but you nod anyway, because it sounds like he’s coming.

when nagi’s finally there, with bachira and reo with him, you don’t know why you’re so relieved; everything falls into place and the air is easy to breathe.

it’s late when everyone starts saying goodbye and you stay standing by the door of the cafe, wondering if everything is going to be okay from here.

“y/n,” nagi calls from beside you, “let’s walk back together.”

it’s not a question, but years of being friends with him tells you this is his way of letting you know he missed you. you chew at your lip, trying not to smile, because it feels like you have him back.

your smile wins with warmth filling your chest, “okay—yeah, i’d like that.”

he falls into step beside you, the silence is comfortable but there’s been so much left unsaid since you last saw him. you steal a quick glance, taking him in, you missed him so much that you’re not sure you should even bring it up anymore; like if it meant you’d have to eat your feelings just to keep him around, you would.

somehow, nagi senses your hesitation, taking the initiative to speak first, “it was really boring without you around.”

your heart skips a beat, treacherous, “really?” you reply, the smile evident in your voice.

he hums, “mm, didn’t have anyone to lean on when i sleep.”

“is that all i am to you?” you say lightly, laughing, but the words meant more than you intended and your laughter dies down. grimacing, you clear your throat, “sorry, i didn’t mean it like that.”

nagi only nods, his gaze intense as he looks at you. you continue, trying to ease the awkwardness, “i’m just glad we’re okay again, sei. and for what it’s worth, i probably don’t love you anymore.”

you try to save it with a lie, but your words hang between you like paperweight, and nagi's expression shifts slightly at your response.

he stops, urging you to look back at him. he takes a step towards you, so close you almost stumble back, hand reaching out to tilt your chin, just like that day when everything between you shifted. but then he speaks, his voice quiet and measured, "i do, though.”

it's a simple statement, but it carries a world of emotion with it, and you can see it etched on his face. he watches you when he says it, the gleam that appears in your eyes at his confession, "and i want you to feel the same again." his tone is confident, almost daring, something you can’t do anything about.

you can feel it, the depth of his desire, his insistence on everything he wanted; now it’s you, and you almost want to tell him you love him, still, that you never even stopped.

“but why are you telling me this?" your question is a whisper, hesitant. “you said you don’t want a relationship, sei…”

“i don’t think i mind if it’s with you.” the sincerity seeps through his voice even when he shrugs, his eyes are trained on your lips.

hope blooms within you and you think nagi can tell, because there’s a twitch of a smile on the corner of his lips.

he really wants to kiss you, but you’d probably be upset for real this time if he does, so he moves to press a kiss on your forehead instead before stepping away.

with your flustered expression though, you’d think he just kissed you and more.

it feels like home–nagi’s arms around you, the warmth of it, the comfort. it’s familiar but it feels so much more this time around.

"wanna hear something weird, sei?" you ask him softly, like you’re telling a secret.

nagi hums, his eyes closed. "what is it?" he asks, voice laced with sleep.

"when i missed you," you started, "i dreamt about you–i dreamt of you sitting in the kitchen telling me you couldn’t be bothered to eat, but that you really wanted me to cook for you.”

he opens his eyes, meeting your gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. “that’s how bad you missed me?”

you scrunch your face, not taking the bait, “no. maybe i was just hungry, sei.”

you feel nagi pull you closer, lips pressing to your shoulder blade, muttering against your skin, “i’m glad you’re here again, y/n.” and it sounds like i missed you then, too.

“me too, sei. i'm happy you're here.”

[shameboree]

ATTIC GOBLIN ?

YEAH SO when we moved in there was like this wadded up pair of pink panties in the basement that hadnt been there a few days before when we did our final walkthrough or whatever right. and then my fuzzy socks would go missing and some leggings and then our fucking FORKS which were DISCONTINUED so we cant even replace them!!!!! also the toilet paper would run out like super fast and i drink A Lot of diet dr pepper so i DO pee a lot but this was just fucken ridiculous!!!!! anyway so our one old roommate suggested ghost but me n polks were like fuck off this is OUR house!!

anyway so one day im slumped down on the couch w earbuds in having a good time and my friend kos comes downstairs to brew his sleepy ass some fresh shit tier coffee at like 5pm on a weekday. tbh i was talking about one of my homebrew blorbos being harassed and having just a great time with it so i didnt want to speak to anyone and just EXTREMELY avoided eye contact n sank as deep as i could into the bigass pillows of our honestly very nice goodwill upper middle class grandma couch. the point of that is when you walk downstairs and turn into the kitchen you cant really see me at this angle and i am DEAD SILENT bc my keyboard was apparently made of marshmallows or smth AND im metal gear box stealth mode trying to not be noticed here so i can talk about my barbies being menaced uninterrupted.

SO because of all that when kos came back downstairs for his coffee which had been brewing for probably not very long but i was in the Blorbo Zone where time is fake so i couldnt in good faith give an estimate he did NOT see me. well while hes in the kitchen puttering around i just start losing my shit on account of my blorbarbies in agonies brings me Such Joys and i think this startled him so bad he has to take a stress shower because i heard the bathroom door SLAM and the water start running. at some point after this polks comes home from work and starts pissed off nagging us over WHO MADE THIS COFFEE MESS IN MY KITCHEN!! kos comes downstairs for the Commotions and apparently the coffee pot was sitting on the counter with some fresh coffees while the rest of it fresh waterfalled all into our silverware and pots n pans spaces HOWEVER!! MYSTERY TIME!! he has not been downstairs since he started brewing his trash sludge.

INTERMISSION: THINGS TO NOTE ABOUT OUR HOUSE: the back door is literally INCHES from the downstairs bathroom. the attic is not a panel or ceiling access its just a door right by all our bedroom doors and it wont latch which was So Annoying bc the cats were UNREASONABLE THIRSTY to get up there so we had to install a loop n hook latch to keep it shut but whichever one of us did that goofed it up pretty bad bc the door is still perpetually cracked open like probably a full inch and a half. id love to take the credit for this but i think it was polks who is absolutely phenomenal at fucking up installations of things. OTHER NOTABLE THINGS ABOUT POLKS: her single biggest fear on this planet is shit like Crawlspace Man. just Some Guy living in your home without you knowing. also we have a dark little crawlspace down in the basement, for ambience

MOVING ON at this point i still dont give a shit about anything happening around me because i am inflicting sufferings upon my from scratch blorbo BUT my brain is putting the pieces together which i then immediately do a toddler vs 1000 piece puzzle it took you a year to assemble and just totally waste that shit from my thinkspace bc i wanna play DOLLS instead. polks and kos are also putting their little pieces together but they are Not braindead dipstick idiots like yours truly so they decide to check the whole haus bottom up, starting with the crawlspace. great news! the crawlspace is empty!! other older news: i def heard the cabinet ruining coffee fuckuper come down from upstairs.

i forgot to mention that for this househunt polks armed herself with our fucking broom and was wielding it handle side out because It Has Reach and a knife would Escalate The Situation. anyway they make their way upstairs and i am doing absolute jackshit nothing to help because, again, i am fucking brain poisoned to prioritize oc cummies over every single thing on this planet. its in my fucking genetic code. so while im fuckin useless theyre up there talking about how fucking weird this is and scuffling around or whatever but the second they go into the attic its dead silent and NOT because they go silent but because the attic is some fucked up sound void and past the first 3 steps you can hear total fuck all from outside. at this point my little toddler brain realizes this puzzle is actually indestructible so when kos and polkie are out of the void audible again i Already Knew i had to start being a fucking adult instead of playing barbies which DID feel like a personal affront.

tbh i dont even remember how polks reacted bc i was so CMON MAN!! at our attic dweller for cucking me bc now i gotta call the fuckin cops AND change the locks AND i still gotta get up at 420 in the mother blessed am for work, so basically this entire stunt was a hate crime against me specifically.

we dont really go in our attic much and never even bothered fetching the cats when they went up there but we HAD been up there before so when i went up there and saw fuckin blankets and takeout containers and also some clothes stuffed into drafty holes it was like, kind of Obvious that yeah some bitch was stealing my forks and not paying rent and eating all my toilet paper and FOR SOME REASON had the audacity to ALSO go ahead and pour out a cup of coffee in BROAD DAYLIGHT while we were OBVIOUSLY HOME. the fucking NERVE!!

so!! thats our Event that i honestly forget happened most of the time. we actually refer to them as Attic Dobby i think on account of my THIEVED socks but then of course attic dobby became sexy dobby as is the natural progression of things. we have many big tity dobbie drawings around the house and we love to show them to guests. i may have lost some forks i cant fucking replace so ill never have a matching set again BUT now my house has so many slutty big tit thong and louboutin adorned dobbys that kos and i have bonded so much over drawing that it all evens out in the end and i definitely dont get mad about the forks ever. less important than dobbys big naturals but still notable: exposure therapy works as polks no longer has the Crawlspace Man Terrors!

[trashcatsnark]

WIP Day

Tagged by @derelictheretic a couple, maybe several days ago (work training been kicking my butt, time has lost all meaning) but here's some more of Can You Feel the Sun? My cyberpunk 2077, SilverV fic with my goblin child

“We’re really doing this? Gonna crash the parade meant to honor Hanako’s corpo-vampire daddy, just so Takemura can get an audience with her,” he calls out as V turns her back to him, scraping dirt off her jacket. But it just sticks to her rain slick fingers. 

Can he even decide what he wants? Says that this is stupid, then says that maybe they can use Goro, and then once again is trying to talk her out of it. And she knows he doesn’t trust Goro and doesn’t want her working with him. But if she doesn’t figure out where Mikoshi is- which she has no other idea of how to do that, he’s also going to be mad. 

“I- ugh, I’m not having this conversation, there’s no point, no matter what I say you’re gonna find an excuse to be mad at me.”  

She starts to walk through the underpass, looking for a spot to climb back up to street level, so she can head home.  This isn’t worth it. He’s in a mood. She should have known. He was far too quiet during the recon with Goro. V should have known he had a tantrum brewing. Johnny rarely affords her peace for so long. 

“Wouldn’t be mad at you if you weren’t such a fuckin’ idiot,” he barks back, as the wind whips rain into her face, “done a lotta gonk shit in my day, but never got in the same bed as the fuckin’ enemy.” 

“G-Goro is not the enemy-” 

Then he’s in front of her, flickering- glitching into her line of sight. Not letting her keep her back turned to him. His dark eyes are now hidden behind his red aviators, His shoulders drawn tight, tense and ready to lash out- V glowers back, clenching her fists, ready for Johnny’s brand of small-scale warfare. 

“The fuck he isn’t, how stupid can you be?” He derides, stepping closer to her. 

“Yes, yes, he was Saburo’s bodyguard, I know- sound like a broken record, Johnny.” 

“Said it himself, chips had fallen any differently and he would’ve blown your damn head off,” he tells her, tapping a finger gun against his temple for effect, another step into her space. V jutting her chin up to look up at him and avoid his chest smacking into her face. 

“I know, I-” 

“Knew this whole fuckin’ time where your choom was too,” he spits back and bile churns in V’s stomach, “sure didn’t jump to tell you ‘bout that one, did he?”

“Johnny…”  

She can’t deal with that right now, nerves too fried and energy drained. It took everything out of her when she first heard it, she can’t fix it, not yet- not right now. And if she dwells on it, she’ll just break down. 

And if she breaks down, she’ll be useless, and Johnny will be shitty about that too. 

“Looked down his fuckin’ nose at you, told ya your friend is currently rotting in digi-hell, then acted like he did you a favor,” he sneers, “still think he wouldn’t throw you under the bus, you’re fuckin’ braindead.” 

He raises a hand and thunks his index finger against her forehead, V smacking his hand down with a snarl. She doesn’t need this, she never fucking needs this shit, but he never fucking stops. The only time he isn’t bitching at her and mocking her is when he’s fucking her- and even then he’s degrading her, but at least it’s attractive then. Right now, it’s just exhausting. 

“Johnny…” His name comes out lower, rougher than she meant it to, and she doesn’t give a fuck if he hates the sound. If the growl of his name grates on his nerves and pisses him off, so be it. She can’t contain it, needs him to just stop. 

He grins, smug as the corners of his mouth turn up. V’s fists clench as she gathers every ounce of her willpower not to punch him. 

“Why- why are you looking at me like that?” She pushes at his ribs, trying to force him out of her space, but he doesn’t budge.  Only serving to let V feel the warmth of his skin through his thin Samurai tank top. 

“Like what?” He deflects, scowling now, acting like he didn’t just go from frothing at the mouth to grinning at her. 

“I don’t know, like a weirdo.” 

“Hey,” he points a finger at her accusatorily, “only person who’s been acting weird lately is you.” 

“What’s that suppose to mean?” 

“Don’t give me that shit- know exactly what I’m talkin’ about,” he spits back, expression snarled again and V groans, tugging at her hair- squeezing water out of the strands. She so wishes she could actually put him in a corner and give him a time out for this shit. 

This is ridiculous. Standing in an underpass in the pouring rain, arguing with a ghost in her head. Not for the first time, but god, she does wish it’d be for the last time. 

She genuinely has no earthly idea what he’s talking about, the merc trying to review anything she’s done out of the ordinary that could have extra pissed him off. Does he mean Goro- meeting up with former suit? Not wanting to kill him and treating him semi-nicely? She knows he doesn’t like it, but that’s not weird for her. She was almost kind of nice to Goro right out of the gate. 

“Jo-,” she needs to not yell, wanting to defuse this, trying to be the bigger person, “Johnny, I-”

“There! Right fuckin’ there, you did it again,” he snarls, “ya wanna fuckin’ yell at me- just fuckin’ yell at me, V!” 

She blinks, raindrops flicking off her lashes as she tries to process his words, raising an eyebrow at the rockerboy and scratching at her neck. 

“You… want me to yell at you…?”

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[danielwaldorf]

i've been so bored and braindead since i moved home i just keep brewing and drinking coffee for something to do and now i just smell like coffee at all times