#burger heater

[earthlyangelbby]

Thank God for shitty landlords and old heaters.

Sfw!

Fluff so much fluff

2k words sorry I just wanna kiss him!!!

Mechanic Eddie x Server Y/N

Pls be kind I don't write often!! Also sorry for any mistakes I'm dyslexic anyways enjoy!

Part 2 Dungeon Master journal Confessional

The wind howled outside, a relentless fury that whipped snow across the trailer park. You tugged your scarf tighter around your neck, feeling the chill seep into your bones. Your heater gave out hours ago, and now your pipes were frozen solid. No amount of blankets, space heaters, or hot water bottles could fix it. The cold felt like it had taken over your whole trailer.

You hadn’t seen much of Eddie lately. Life had gotten in the way. He was busy shadowing an older mechanic at the garage, learning the ropes, and you were stuck serving coffee and burgers at the diner. Both of you were still young in your early twenties, but adult life had a way of pulling you in different directions.

But it was cold, and you needed a warm place. And there was one person you knew who might not mind taking you in.

You grabbed your jacket, pulled on your boots, and made your way to the other end of the lot where Eddie’s trailer sat, a little out of place among the others. When you knocked, you weren’t sure what you expected, but the door opened almost immediately. There he was, looking exactly the same as he did the last time you saw him same wild hair, same Metallica shirt, same flannel.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite server!” Eddie greeted with that signature grin of his, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Y/N What’s got you out here in this storm? You look like you’ve been standing out there for hours.”

You shrugged, trying to act casual, even though the cold had your teeth chattering. “My heater’s out, pipes are frozen. I was hoping I could crash here for a while, if that’s okay Eds?”

Eddie didn’t hesitate. “Of course. Come on in  before you freeze your little self to death.”

You stepped inside, and the warmth immediately hit you like a wave. Eddie closed the door behind you, locking it. You could already feel your body starting to thaw as he tossed your coat onto the back of a chair.

“You want something to drink? Hot chocolate, coffee, whiskey...?” He raised an eyebrow playfully, but you could see the genuine concern in his eyes as he looked you over. “You look like you’ve had a rough time of it.”

You rubbed your arms, trying to warm up faster. “Hot chocolate sounds good. I think I’ve had enough coffee for today.”

Eddie grinned and headed toward the small kitchen area. “Coming right up. You’re lucky you showed up. I was just about to settle in for some much needed peace and quiet.”

You sank onto the couch, letting out a deep sigh of relief as the warmth from the trailer began to seep into your bones. Eddie had always had a way of making everything feel like it was going to be okay, even when things were chaotic.

You glanced around at the familiar clutter in his trailer band posters on the walls, tools strewn across the table, a guitar leaning against the couch. It was Eddie’s world, still the same as it had been when you were kids.

Eddie returned with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, handing you one before sitting down beside you. The tension in the room wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was noticeable. You hadn’t seen much of Eddie since high school, and the distance between you two had grown in those years. Back then, after that ridiculous “seven minutes in heaven” dare, you’d stayed friends. But adulthood had a way of pulling people apart, and somewhere along the way, you’d both gotten busy with life responsibilities, jobs, the everyday grind.

Still, every now and then, Eddie would swing by the diner where you worked. He’d always come in for coffee, sit at the counter, and shoot the breeze with you. Sometimes, it felt like nothing had changed, and other times, it was like there was a lifetime between the two of you.

“So, how’s the diner these days?” Eddie asked, settling back into the couch with his own mug. “Still slinging coffee and making tips off the morning rush?”

You laughed, though it wasn’t a happy sound. “Yeah, pretty much. Same old grind. It’s not glamorous, but it pays the bills. At least I don’t have to wear a uniform or anything. I just throw on my apron and pretend like I have my life together.”

Eddie chuckled, shaking his head. “Sounds like a *dream* job.” His eyes sparkled with that mischievous glint you remembered. “What about you? Still fixing up that bike of yours? I thought for sure you’d be a full-time mechanic by now, with all that grease under your nails.”

You could tell he was teasing, but there was a quiet pride in his voice too. Eddie had always been someone who preferred hands-on work—wrenching on cars, fixing up old engines, that kind of thing. These days, though, he wasn’t quite the mechanic he’d hoped to be. He was still shadowing an older guy at the shop, learning the ropes.

“Nah, not yet. I’m still learning the ropes,” Eddie said, running a hand through his unruly hair. “I’m just the guy who gets handed all the crap work right now—changing oil, fixing brakes, things like that. But I like it. I can actually see progress when I finish a job. It’s better than just standing around, y’know?”

You smiled, appreciating the way Eddie spoke about his work. There was a certain quiet satisfaction there, a grounded sense of purpose that hadn’t been there when he was younger, just throwing himself into whatever came next. “You’ll get there. Just takes time.”

Eddie’s gaze softened a little as he looked at you. “Yeah, maybe. Anyway, what about you? You still trying to figure out your next move?”

You sighed, pulling your legs up underneath you on the couch. “I don’t know. Some days, it feels like I’m stuck. Like... I’m just going through the motions. Not sure if I want to be stuck serving coffee and pancakes for the next twenty years.”

Eddie leaned forward, his eyes locking with yours. “I get it. Life’s been... a little overwhelming, huh?” He reached out and tapped the edge of your mug, making it clink gently against the table. “But you’re still here, sweetheart. You’re making it work.”

You chuckled softly at the nickname, something so familiar about it despite the years that had passed since you last heard it. “Yeah, I guess I am. Just wish I knew what comes next.”

Eddie’s expression softened, and for a moment, you could see the old Eddie, the one who used to make everything feel a little less complicated. “You’ll figure it out. And, hey, you’re always welcome here if you need to get away for a bit.”

You smiled, feeling a warm glow spread through you that had nothing to do with the heat from the chocolate. “Thanks, Eddie. I needed this.”

He shrugged, grinning. “Anytime, sweetheart. You know that.”

For a moment, the conversation faded into the background as you both sat there, comfortable in the silence. But then, without warning, a thought crossed your mind. A memory. A teasing remark you’d made earlier, years ago, about that ridiculous dare in ninth grade.

You turned to Eddie with a sly smile. “Hey, do you remember that stupid ‘seven minutes in heaven’ dare we did at the sleepover?”

Eddie smirked, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I remember. You and me, stuck in a closet together while everyone else was out there doing... whatever they were doing.” He leaned back on the couch, eyes narrowing with playful intent. “You know, I think I was the one who got *stuck* with the lousy kisser.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Oh, no. That was *definitely* you. I was trying to keep it together, but you... You practically headbutted me.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “I’ll have you know, I was just... *testing* the waters. You, sweetheart, were just too nervous to make it anything more than awkward.”

You leaned in a little closer, giving him a teasing look. “I don’t know. Maybe you just weren’t that good. We were young, but maybe... maybe you still *haven’t* figured it out.”

Eddie chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “Is that a challenge?”

Without answering, you set your mug down on the coffee table, your gaze lingering on his lips. The space between you suddenly felt charged with something old, something that had always been there, buried beneath years of silence. Eddie didn’t move at first, but when he did, it was slow, his hand gently cupping the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

And then, finally, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was nothing like the awkward, clumsy thing it had been all those years ago. This time, it was soft, sure, and full of a warmth that had nothing to do with the heat in the room. Eddie kissed you slowly, as if testing the waters, his lips lingering against yours until you kissed him back with the same intensity.

When you pulled back, breathless, there was a moment of silence. Eddie’s gaze held yours, his hand still lingering gently at your cheek, thumb grazing your skin like he was afraid if he moved, the moment would disappear. He opened his mouth as if to say something but hesitated. You could see the emotions shifting in his eyes—the hesitance, the vulnerability, and something else, a softness that felt too delicate to name.

You were the first to break the silence, your voice barely more than a whisper. “That....wasn’t terrible.”

A flicker of his old grin returned, though this time it seemed tempered by something more real. “Glad I passed,” he murmured, voice low, his hand finally slipping down from your cheek to hold yours instead, his fingers lacing with yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He squeezed your hand, and you couldn’t help but feel the warmth radiate through you, driving away the last traces of the cold that had followed you inside. In his presence, with his fingers intertwined with yours, the trailer felt like the safest place you’d been in a long time.

“I’ve missed this,” you said softly, surprising yourself with the confession. The years you’d spent drifting in and out of each other’s lives had left a hollow spot you’d learned to ignore. But being here now, with him, made you realize how much you’d missed him.

Eddie’s expression softened, and he nodded, as if he’d been feeling the same thing. “I know,” he replied, a trace of sadness in his voice. “Sometimes, I’d sit at that counter at the diner, watching you work, wondering why the hell we let ourselves drift apart.” His eyes searched yours, open and earnest. “But... maybe it’s not too late, sweetheart.”

You felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his words, both soothing and startling in their honesty. Your heart raced as you realized he’d been thinking about this as much as you had—about those years, those lost moments, the quiet longing that you’d buried somewhere deep. But now, that longing felt closer, tangible.

“What are you saying, Eddie?” you asked, barely able to get the words out, afraid of breaking the fragile hope between you.

He took a breath, the smile slipping as he looked at you with a seriousness you’d rarely seen from him. “I guess I’m saying... I don’t want to be just the guy who stops by the diner once in a while. Not anymore.” He paused, his hand tightening around yours. “I want to be... there for you. Not just tonight, but when you’re tired from work, when the heater’s out, when... you’re trying to figure out what comes next.”

You swallowed, his words filling the spaces you hadn’t realized were so empty. No one had ever offered you that before this quiet, steady presence, a promise that didn’t need to be flashy or grand but was everything you needed.

“So” you said, voice wavering a bit, “you’re saying you want to be my heating repairman and my taste-tester for bad coffee?”

Eddie chuckled, the sound rumbling through the cozy silence between you. “Yeah, Y/N that’s exactly what I’m saying,” he replied, his tone playful but his eyes intent. “And maybe... maybe we can figure out the rest together. If that’s something you’d want.”

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face that you couldn’t contain. “I think I’d like that,” you whispered, leaning closer again, letting your forehead rest against his. “I’d really like that, Eddie.”

For a moment, you stayed like that, your breaths mingling in the quiet, the world outside forgotten as the warmth between you grew. Finally, you lifted your head, meeting his gaze with a glint of mischief.

“And for the record,” you said, grinning, “I take back what I said about your kissing skills. They’ve... definitely improved.”

Eddie laughed, pulling you close, his arms wrapping around you in an embrace that felt like home. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he whispered, and his lips found yours once more, filling the cold night with a warmth that stayed long after the snow stopped falling.

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[vibingpyro]

General Hobie Headcanons!

-He definitely carries a penny in his pockets just so he can use, "Penny for your thoughts?"

-Has the randomest shit in his pockets. Crumbled pieces of paper? Check. An half eaten bag of chips he was saving for later? Yep. Turning those tiny crumbled pieces of paper into balls to toss at Miguel when he isn't looking? You betcha.

-Snacks non stop yet gains nothing. He would be wandering around HQ bored as hell and eating his chips in one sitting, then eat a burger, then drink an soda in like ten minutes and still be hungry. He would stare into your soul while refilling his soda in a water cup down at the spider cafeteria.

-Hobie just has the warmest hands. He's a heater, so he gets warm very easily so him wearing crop tops and tanks should be expected frequently, I see this man just chilling in his boxers briefs at his place, absolutely miserable in the heat and only giving one word hums or grunts in response to anything he's asked.

-He has stabbed himself with his pins on more than one occasion. He switches out his pins depending on the day, but he has some sentimental ones that he refuses to take off. "Ova' my dead body, more like."

-definitely has a weird sense of humor and talks to himself on the daily, although most of it might be late night delirium because he is for sure a night owl. "Is darkness just the lack of light or is light the lack of darkness?" A pause..then a whispered continuation. "Am I just darkness with the lack of light???" Proceeds to stare at his hands as if they personally wronged him.

[seat-safety-switch]

Movies make nitrous oxide seem so much more exciting than it really is. Green exhaust flames, super blurry vision, cars that instantly do wheelies and jump drawbridges. Completely rad. If nitrous oxide was so cool, I ask Hollywood, then why does my dentist have a whole bunch of it? The truth of the matter is that nitrous oxide has one hell of a lot of marketing goodwill, built on the dreams of every broke-ass drag racer on the planet.

First, a primer: cars run on oxygen and fuel. As anyone who's run up a hill can tell you, there's only so much air in the air that you can breathe, and there is basically an infinity of Burger King Whoppers you can practically eat. It's not fair, so we have to make it more fair.

There's ways to compress the air, and cram more of it into the engine. Then we can eat more Whoppers – I mean fuel – and make more power. We've all heard of miraculous mechanical devices for adding air, such as turbos and superchargers, but those cost a lot of money and involve complex fabrication. Nitrous oxide, a gas that we get from whales or some shit, accomplishes the same goal just by being sprayed into the engine.

It's sort of like if you gave an asthma inhaler to a Tour de France bicycle dude. He'd go a lot faster for a few seconds until and unless his heart explodes. Or maybe not. Don't get medical advice from me. Treat your captive Tour de France bicycle dudes like you yourself would want to be treated (and for the love of Pete, get them spayed or neutered if you let them outside.)

Hollywood has largely failed to make the intricacies of nitrous, such as not being able to afford filling an entire bottle with today's prices, into a compelling narrative. The sequel to Two Lane Blacktop was never approved because the middle 40 minutes of the film consists of the two of them digging through a half-abandoned parts store looking for the exact AN fitting they need for the fuel system. That's not how you win even a soundtrack Oscar. So instead, they do this crazy movie shit, which in turn makes a lot of other people buy nitrous setups. They want to be like the famous movie star Mr. Bean.

I'm not asking for perfect realism, here, folks. All I want is the occasional admission that sometimes you forget to turn on your bottle heater before making a pass.

[chai-berries]

post club partying and you’re at a diner, tipsy and love drunk, messily inhaling a cheese burger and fries while abby devours hers with a little more manners. she’s not as drunk as you and spends most of her time smiling at your drunk swaying/dancing to the overhead radio as you munch on your burger, holding it with two hands, elbows tucked into your side like a child. you’re blasted.

the two of you are sharing a blackberry milkshake with one straw because according to you it’s “better for the environment”

there’s a few other customers but only one waitress, who like every waitress in a small diner, is a 50 year old lesbian with a dry sense of humor. she hums in amusement when she first takes your order. you were oblivious to her, your hands playing with abby’s left one and your eyes locked onto abby’s face, smiling adoringly at her. the blonde hands the waitress the menus with her free right hand, ordering the basic diner meal and of course the blackberry shake with a passionate “one straw please!” coming from you though your eyes never leave her face

when the waitress brings the check, abby has moved to your side of the table. you’re tucked into her side, sucking the last of the blackberry milkshake aka 99% of the seeds through the straw. the waitress places the check next to abby’s plate with a pen.

“you two are too cute,” the waitress says as soft as you can after years of smoking cheap cigs. “it’s nice to see the young ones doing so well. goodnight sweethearts”

and with abby’s strength, a lot of patience, and your sudden burst of energy, you successfully make it back to the car and tucked into the passenger seat. she starts the car, making sure the seat heater is on before you even ask. she snags a sweatshirt from the back and places it over your legs as a blanket. when she pulls out of the dark parking lot where the only light comes from the windows and single sign of the diner, she takes one last glance at your cute sleepy face until it gets too dark to see before driving your drunk ass home <3

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Platonic Yandere Wolverine and teen reader

Okay, @yanderefangirl ! Just, general headcanons, or a drabble, or scenario? I'll go with...headcanons:

• Wolverine is the sort of guy who'd see any teenager (especially one with an odd mutation) and adopt them on sight. That is one of the few things that almost every X-Men media gets right/keeps

• Reader likely is at the Institute, because how else would they meet him (unless he rescued them or met them if they were both from Wepaon X)?

•This man may not hug much, but if the weather is cold and/or he and Reader are stuck out in the cold wilds of Canada on a mission, he will use himself as a personal space heater for them (and the other mutant kids). Would be the sort to on a regular day to bundle them up in a jacket or sweater so they don't get a cold or the flu. He may be immune to diseases and ailments, but his kid isn't, so he's going to do everything he can to keep then healthy

• Reader cooks him dinner once, and now he can't get enough. He will have cook-outs with them, seeing who can cook the best steaks, burgers, fish, shrimp, salmon, chicken, turkey, porkchops, lambchops, mutton, tenderloin, you name it, and he and Reader taste-test what the other makes. And the other X-Men don't mind, as they get to eat whatever those two don't (they make a lot of food, and the teens and adults will fight over who gets to eat the best bits )

• Reader mentions problems with a bully a few times, and because he doesn't stand brats hurting his kids, he pays them a visit... Suffice to say, they leave Reader alone after that

• Sometimes he spies on Reader and the others. He knows that it would be called overreacting, but there are bad people out there, who'd gladly hurt the kids for being mutants or for being near him. He's not having any of that, and the few times he catches any creeps, bigots, or even once an agent, he deals with them permanently as long as none of the kids can see him (The Professor knows about these, as Logan tells him, but the Professor doesn't stop him)

• If Reader wanted or tried to leave, Logan is adamant they stay. They don't need to leave, they're young, impressionable, and there are people out there who would break them until there wasn't anything left. If they're still insistent (or sneak out) he's putting them under house arrest. He loves them, like he loves all his kids, but he can't lose them. He can't. And if that means he has to keep them bound to the Institute, then so be it.

• All in all, the guy's is a papa wolf/mama bear. Mess with his kid, you'll wish you hadn't, hurt their feelings, you'll get hurt, and if you so much as look at them inappropriately, he'll make sure that he and his claws are the last thing they EVER see...

[tmnt-tychou]

Bayverse Headcanon - Intimacy

As usual, they are adult age when referring to them in this headcanon. The Bayverse boys are always at least mid 20's in my head.

Raph

Raph is the “What do you want me to do to you?” type of partner. He is Burger King and he is taking orders so you can Have It Your Way. He loves to give in the bedroom and he loves to get feedback that he's doing a good job and that his partner is enjoying what he's doing. He will still get his in the end, but he will happily go all night first, making sure the one he is with is thoroughly satisfied with his performance.

If you turn the tables on him, if you ask him to sit back while you give him love, you are going to blow his little turtle mind. And if you blow other things in the bedroom, he will follow you around like a love-sick puppy for days after. He is a big cuddler and is so nice and warm to sleep with on cold winter nights. And an absolute heater in the summer. In the height of summer heat, he will complain that you don't want to cuddle, even if you both get super sweaty because of it. If it's too hot for proper cuddles, if you put a hand and/or a leg on him while you sleep, he will be satisfied. But you'll probably still wake up drenched in sweat with a massive, hot turtle wrapped around you.

He isn't very good at post-coital pillow talk. Especially talking about himself and his feelings. It may take a few times before you can start coaxing the real stuff out of him. And you will need to be patient. Lay quietly next to him for a while after asking a question and give him proper time to form an answer. He appreciates patience and the silent moments in between.

Donnie

Donatello probably has the lowest sex drive of the four turtles. He's a little bit ace and doesn't need sexual satisfaction all the time. Sometimes too much physical and sexual stimulation overwhelms him, especially at the beginning where he's getting used to being manhandled on the regular. He's hypersensitive to physical touch so be gentle with him at first until he acclimates to having an intimate partner.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't want to be near you, share with you, touch you. He wants to be close and interact with you all the time, he just doesn't need quality time with you to involve sex. If he does have a partner with a much higher libido, he can work his way up to it if you give him some time to adjust. Having a regular sex schedule will do wonders in getting him in the mood more often. If you miss one of your scheduled days, he may even go looking for you.

Donnie needs both physical and mental intimacy from a partner. He is big on communication and is always open to anything you want to talk about concerning the relationship. You can ask him what he likes or ask questions about his body and he is happy to respond with all the information. And he hopes he can ask the same things of you and continue with healthy and open conversations.

Donnie gets super chatty afterwards. He's got all the happy hormones swimming around and he's just feeling good. He wants to tell you about every little thought in his head. If you've got him under a starry sky, it's going to get really deep and philosophical. If you're alone in a bedroom, it will be soft, affectionate pillow talk. Either way, he just wants to talk to you. After your bodies were so close, he wants your minds to also be as close.

Mikey

If you're intimate with Mikey, you're intimate with Raph, because he tells his brother EVERYTHING. More than he ever wanted to know. Raphael knows all about your scars and birthmarks, favorite positions, and that thing you did that one time that really blew his brother's mind. So when you're dating Mikey, get used to knowing looks from Raphael. Maybe even a humorous smirk or two. Unfortunately, you will not be able to get Mikey to stop sharing. He is having such a great time with you he has to tell somebody and that somebody is usually Raphael. Mikey is a very intuitive partner. He checks in often to see if the one he's with is enjoying themselves. It's very important to him that his partner is having a good time and he's good at matching energy with energy in bed. If his partner is suddenly not into it, it crashes his libido. He will want to stop and talk about what happened and what he can do to make you feel better.

He is a firm believer that sex should be fun and enjoyed by both participants. He likes to talk a lot and laugh and joke during intimacy. He gives words of affirmation that he's into you, that he finds you so attractive, that he's enjoying himself. He wants to get the same back in return. He will try anything once. You can speak openly to him about things you want to try or any erotic fantasies you have. He also wants to know what your boundaries are and anything you're not into. He wants to make sure quality intimate time with him is always a good experience and he loves having a healthy sex life full of fun and communication.

He's very much a 50/50 partner. He loves to give, but he also wants to receive in kind. Having a “pillow princess” type partner who lays back and makes him do all the work will not satisfy him for long. He wants an active lover who is into it as much as he is. Someone who matches the energy he brings. He needs to be touched and held and loved on just as much as he wants to touch and hold and love on you.

Also, post-coital snack time will be a regular thing. Hope you're okay with crumbs in the bed.

Leo

Leonardo is a tough nut to crack when it comes to intimacy. He is definitely a 'friends before lovers' type of person. He has to have complete trust in a partner and will open up to them first emotionally before he will ever let them get close to him physically intimately. It takes him a while to allow your touch and even a while after to fully be used to it. But then he will start seeking it out and do more initiating. When he sees you as his, he will pull you into his space more and show you his world.

In the bedroom, he will be experimental at first to figure out what you like. Then, it's going to get pretty predictable. While Leonardo doesn't mind doing all the work—in fact he will work you over every time like it's his job—it will always be the same moves in the same order. Because he knows they are moves you like. But if you also like a little variety and spontaneity in the bedroom, you're going to have to have a discussion with him. Also, he will very much follow your lead. If you start trying new things or being spontaneous, you can inspire him to do the same. And though he will never ask for it, he will be absolutely thrilled if you take over every now and then and love on him.

Leo is one of the guys who will fall asleep on you right after the sexy times. Usually because he's worked hard and physical stimulation is a lot for him. Also, a good orgasm makes him sleepy and you are very soft, warm, and cozy. If you want him to stay up for some pillow talk, you'll need to catch him before he drifts off. And even then, if you talk for too long, you might look over and find a sleeping turtle.

How Mutant Turtle Bodies Work

This headcanon is something that changes from time to time depending on my mood and playing with different ideas. This is what is currently my favorite at the moment of writing this and I certainly don't mind if it doesn't align with yours.

Their genitals are kept inside their shells in a cloaca, but can be dropped or released at will. When they are inside their shells, you can finger and even penetrate them, but you should be gentle. They find it to be very pleasurable, though the attitudes about being penetrated vary from turtle to turtle. Once they are out of their shells, however, you have lost your chance to penetrate them until they release and go back inside. They can get hard and even orgasm while still in their shells. But once they are erect and have dropped from their shells, they can't pull back in until sexual release. Testicles remain in the body at all times and are never visible.

For regular turtles, the genitals are kept in the tail. For mutant turtles, this of course has changed. But they still have a pseudo slit in the tail that's very sensitive. They enjoy having their tail played with: stroked, licked or fingered. They can orgasm from just tail play alone and it can be very intense if you work them just right.

Regular turtles are also known for making a lot of noise during mating and the instinct is there for our boys to be noisy during sexy times. They fight it to varying degrees, depending on the turtle. Some prefer not to be loud and some don't really care how loud they are. You'll get a lot of whines and squeaks from them if you're the one giving them pleasure. (Some turtles will deny it, but they totally squeaked at you.) Of course, the beloved turtle churrs. This comes out more when they're being the dominant ones. Though unlike the purr-like sounds of a contented churr during snuggles, sexually aroused churrs have a bit more of a deeper growl to them.

They can get high off their own post-coital hormones. But it's usually after an intense sexy-times session where their pleasure was the main focus. And probably at least one intense tail-related orgasm. Afterward, they are absolutely useless. Completely stoned on feel-good chemicals, they are just big blobs of snuggly, fluffy turtle. If they try to put sentences together, it's funny as hell. But mostly, they just want to snuggle and nap. They WILL lay on top of you so you can't go anywhere while they sleep off the sexy times.

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[randomfoggytiger]

"It's Not a Choice, but a Calling"

(Thanks to the Discord prompts for: beach, sickfic, family vacation with William, and Scully wearing Mulder's shirt~)

Mulder, Scully, a nameless child, and their last night at a beach.

*****

The world, for once, is silent. 

The horizon separates its light from its dark, the cool, pristine black of the water rising up to consume the last embers of a dying sun. Shadows scurry across the shore while a curious giant explores the chasms of life below-- a finger poked here, a foot kicked there-- and its watchers rise behind like pillars in the dusk. 

In this celestial space between endless lines and the end of all things, paths stretching forward become another frightening possibility. Another road not traveled, another tragedy undiscovered. Every moon bears a face of the dead, every whistle an echo of their pain. 

“Scully, if,” breathes, dies the first voice, consumed by the power of that fathomless darkness.

“Hm,” answers the second. Stronger, coming alive from the stupor of old thoughts. “No, Mulder. Not a day.” 

The sun is consumed; and the stars blaze light, illuminated. 

*****

The cold stays by their heels, misting their windows and guttering their fire. Scully consults the old magic, silently searching for a lighter while Mulder winds up the stairs and to the left, tucks away their tuckered miracle with a chilly kiss and silent retreat. Tomorrow, they face a drive littered with pit stops: burgers and fries and sunburn salve bought and consumed between each pull-off highway shop. For now, she prays that the logs will ignite, hopes to spend one more night surrounded by homestead incense instead of the dry burn of artificial heat. 

Her one-in-five-billion reappears, face drawn in nonchalance, heater clutched in his left hand. He pauses, she pauses. “You wanted the fire tonight?” 

“Yes,” Scully replies, tossing the wand somewhere conscionable, “but it won’t start, anyway.” Standing, she watches her partner bend at the waist, fiddle with ancient dials nearly rusted into antiquity. “Why? Is your cough back?” 

“No,” Mulder drawls, warm and preoccupied. “Just feeling a little mucusy.” 

“I see.” 

“Thought I’d take it a little easy, tonight,” he adds, eyes down, ashamed to admit weakness. To come close to admitting weakness. 

There are days, she knows, when it is impossible to face one’s frailties. When the sound of the bath tap makes her want to run, run, run away until that paralyzing fear is gone. When she catches a glimpse of her inescapable horror in the mirror. When her panic is mirrored by Mulder’s slack face or shaking hands. 

Gripping his shoulder, she bends, too. “We don’t need the fire tonight.” Watches an exhale plume from his mouth in relief.

*****

There is nothing much to watch, and nothing left to read. 

Scully leaves him on the couch, darting from room to room until she finds her potion jar and a pair of long, woven socks. “For your mucus,” she instructs, pulling at Mulder’s shirt until he hands it over, disappointing him by transferring the goop on her fingertips to his. Divesting him of his beach sandals, she sets to work slathering the fleshy part of one foot, then the other, with Vick’s while Mulder sniffs, then snorts, behind her. “Don’t eat it.”

“Unlike our kid, Scully, I learn from my mistakes.” 

“Uh huh,” she parries, without bite. The marvel of this body, she muses. Protecting him from callouses, rot, and infection, no matter how he abuses it. 

“Scully, I can feel you thumbing my big toe.” His eyebrows, she knows, are dancing wickedly. “There something you want to share with the group?” 

Thumbing his foot once more, in reproof, Scully's too late to catch her chin tuck. She feels his triumphant chuckle tremor down before she hears it-- an all-too-rare shaking followed by its squeaky wheeze.

The floor is still chilly, the stones cold under her cold-blooded limbs. Expediency dictates that Scully cover Mulder’s feet with his socks and reclaim her perch on the couch. The old, haunting clock of an older, daunting age ticks in time with her movements, ringing out the hour once she's settled against her personal heater. 

Mulder holds out a hand for his shirt; but she curls defensively, triumphantly, away from his reach while slipping it over her head. “Wh-- hey,” he grins, charmed by her blatant thievery, “that’s my shirt.”

“Mm.” 

“My favorite t-shirt.” 

“Mm,” Scully hums, lazily blinking at his side grin and crinkled lines. At the razed haircut he’d wanted before they came here. At the path in his eyes she’d tumbled down, countless times, to his heart. “You’ll get Vick’s on it.” At his furrowed brows as he remembers her cure-all on his chest. 

Sighing with a smile under his breath, Mulder maneuvers her between the couch and his restless limbs, luring her past her protests by generously sharing heat. “I don’t think it’ll mind, Scully.” 

*****

Dawn will ultimately claim the dark, sending its shadows to wait in their corners, beaming upon its victims with a little word called hope. 

In a few hours, the heater will switch off and the house will whirl with final checks and final feasting. 

But, for now, all that is needed are dreams.

*****

Thanks for reading~ Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic, @illaisland, @agent-troi.

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𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐔𝐩 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Pairing: Harry Wells x Reader Warnings: Heavy pick up lines

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬-𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Masterlist

The car’s heater purred softly, filling the otherwise quiet interior with warmth as you mentally ticked off the items on your Belly Burger order. The streets of Central City were alive with holiday cheer—twinkling lights strung across shop windows, an occasional “Merry Christmas!” called out by bundled-up passersby, and the occasional carol from a street performer’s corner. It was beautiful, really, though the biting cold made you grateful for the heated seats.

Harry Wells sat in the driver’s seat, engrossed in whatever data he was analyzing on his tablet. His brow furrowed, a classic Harry expression, as he muttered something under his breath about algorithms.

"You sure you don’t want to come in?" you asked, glancing at him. "It’s not as bad as you think. People are happier around the holidays."

He didn’t even look up. "Happier doesn’t mean quieter, Y/N. I’d rather wait here and let you brave the chaos." Finally, he glanced over at you, smirking slightly. "Besides, you know what I like. I trust you with my order."

You rolled your eyes with a grin. "Yeah, yeah. God forbid I bring you a double cheeseburger instead of a triple."

Pulling on your coat and scarf, you stepped out into the cold. Snow crunched softly under your boots as you made your way toward the brightly lit Belly Burger. Before opening the door, you turned to give Harry a mock glare.

His smirk widened as he leaned back in his seat, pretending not to care.

Inside Belly Burger, the warm air hit you immediately, a sharp contrast to the chill outside. It smelled amazing—burgers sizzling on the grill, crispy fries fresh out of the fryer, and just the faintest hint of peppermint from the milkshake machine. Christmas decorations were everywhere: wreaths on the walls, garlands draped over the counters, and a twinkling Christmas tree by the door.

The place was packed. Families were squeezed into booths, friends laughed over milkshakes, and kids darted between tables in an impromptu game of tag. You made your way to the counter, squeezing past a group of teenagers debating their orders.

You gave your order to the cashier—a seasoned worker who didn’t even blink at the chaos—and stepped aside to wait. The festive energy of the restaurant was nice, but the crowd was a bit overwhelming. You shifted on your feet, glancing out the window to where Harry was parked. His silhouette was barely visible through the fogged-up glass, but you knew he was watching you.

"Hey there," a voice interrupted your thoughts.

You turned to see a tall man standing beside you, his smile a little too wide and his posture a little too casual. He was wearing a bright red sweater with a cartoon reindeer on it, complete with a tiny, blinking LED nose.

"Uh, hi," you said cautiously, offering a polite smile.

"I couldn’t help but notice you over here," he continued, leaning closer. "You’ve got this glow about you. It's like… there is no need for Christmas lights, you’re already shining so bright."

Your polite smile froze. Was he… serious?

"That’s sweet," you replied stiffly, taking a small step back.

The man didn’t seem to notice your discomfort. If anything, he looked encouraged. "It’s the season of giving, right? So maybe you should give me your number."

You sighed quietly, glancing toward the counter and willing your order to be ready.

"Listen," you started, trying to sound firm but not rude, "I’m just here to pick up some food—"

"Perfect!" he cut in with a grin. "We can eat together. What do you say?"

Outside, Harry had been watching the whole thing. He couldn’t hear what was being said, but your body language told him everything he needed to know. Your stiff posture, the way you glanced around like you were looking for an escape—it all made his chest tighten with annoyance.

Setting his tablet aside, Harry opened the car door and stepped into the cold.

The bell above the entrance jingled as Harry walked into Belly Burger, his long coat sweeping behind him. He spotted you instantly, still stuck in conversation with the persistent man.

"You know," the guy was saying, grinning like he’d just thought of the cleverest thing ever, "I must be a snowflake because I’ve fallen for you."

Harry’s jaw tightened.

He strode over, slipping into the space beside you with a confidence that made the man falter. Before you could say a word, Harry casually draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

"There you are, darling," he said smoothly, his deep voice cutting through the other man’s next attempt at a pick-up line. "I was wondering what was taking so long."

The man blinked, his confidence deflating like a balloon. "Oh, uh… I didn’t realize you were with someone."

Harry gave him a tight-lipped smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "She’s my wife," he said, the word rolling off his tongue with a practiced ease that made your heart skip. "And I’d appreciate it if you kept your terrible pick-up lines to yourself."

The man stammered, his face turning red. "I—I didn’t mean any harm."

"Of course not," Harry replied coolly. "But you’re done here. Aren’t you?"

Without another word, the man muttered something under his breath and shuffled away, disappearing into the crowd.

You let out a long breath, feeling the tension in your shoulders finally ease. "Thank you," you said, your voice soft. "He was…"

"Annoying," Harry finished for you, his arm still resting on your shoulders.

You glanced up at him, suddenly very aware of how close he was. His presence, usually so commanding, felt oddly comforting now.

"You didn’t have to do that," you said, though you were secretly relieved he had.

Harry tilted his head, giving you a pointed look. "Yes, I did. No one gets to make you uncomfortable like that."

Before you could respond, the cashier called out your order. You stepped forward to grab the bags, grateful for the excuse to escape Harry’s sharp eyes.

Back in the car, the two of you settled into a comfortable silence. The heater hummed softly, and the smell of freshly cooked burgers filled the air. You glanced at Harry out of the corner of your eye, wondering if you should say something about what had happened.

"So," you said finally, trying to sound casual, "my ‘husband,’ huh?"

Harry’s lips quirked into a faint smile, his eyes flicking toward you. "It got the job done."

"Yeah," you admitted, your cheeks still warm. "But you didn’t have to keep your arm there for so long."

He shrugged, his smirk widening. "Did it bother you?"

You hesitated, biting your lip. "No," you said quietly.

Harry’s smile softened, and he turned his attention back to the road. Outside, the city sparkled with holiday cheer, but inside the car, it was quiet, the air thick with something unspoken.

"Y/N," Harry said after a long moment, his voice softer than usual, "Merry Christmas."

You turned to him, a genuine smile spreading across your face. "Merry Christmas, Harry."

And as the car drove on through the snowy streets, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, this Christmas had brought you a little closer to something more.

[gashotbox]

I was on a long, as in 5-6 hour days, car ride this weekend and only ate garbage from fast-food places and gasdtations the whole time the whole time. I had the whole backseat to myself and spent the whole ride stuffing my face with my leg cocked up, blasting the most rancid, hot farts into the car. they were so wet and bubbly, and the smell was enough to make my friends eyes water (not that they were entirely innocent, they had plenty of gas themselves). on the way home, we pulled into a drivethru, just to tie us over. naturally, I ordered the chilli cheese fries, a double bacon burger, and a large milkshake. about halfway through the meal, my stomach began to protest, loudly. I began to let out these hissing, silent farts the smelled like absolute death. It was too cold outside to roll down the windows, and the heat was on full blast, so the car was muggy to say the l

car hotboxing .. i’m fucking frothing at the mouth🥴 that meal ??? just thinking about how ruined your stomach mustve been is making me blush. and all three of you trapped in a car ripping ass together, heater on full blast? i know the windows were steaming ..

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snow on the beach

December 11, 2022

Hayden walked out of the Minnesota guest locker rooms after having a practice after she got to Minnesota early this morning and now she had the rest of the day off and to spend with Matt.

Hayden had a pair of blue jeans, grey sweater with her black puffer over and her hair in a loose bun and her black and white stripper high top converse.

Matt had gotten back last night from his game in Vancouver and he has the whole day off as well and was waiting in his warm car in the parking lot for Hayden to come out after her practice.

Matt looked up as Hayden put her bag into his car and got into the car after, Matt smiled as Hayden looked at him and immediately leaned over and hugged him tightly.

Matt ran a hand across her hair and hugged her happily back.

They pulled back from each other sharing a soft smile before Matt started driving, “You hungry?” Matt asked Hayden making her quickly nod.

Matt drove Hayden to one of his favorite burger restaurants. He hopped out of the car and opened the door for Hayden.

They both hurried inside as it was snowing, Matt quickly opened the front door letting Hayden walk in first.

They sat down at a cute little booth in the corner against the window letting them see the snow falling.

Matt chose to sit down next to Hayden making her just smile as she looked down at the menu deciding what she wanted.

Matt and Hayden both ordered their food and they started talking and Hayden was showing Matt some photos on her phone she wanted to show him from a hike she went on recently and there was some cute pictures to Archie in the snow.

Matt and Hayden got different type of fries and kept stealing each others fries as they ate their burgers.

Matt told Hayden he has something to show her once they got back in the car and drove them for about ten minutes to a lake.

Matt found this lake pretty early on when he came to Minnesota and he won’t admit it but he goes here a lot because it reminds him of Hayden and her love for lakes and the lake house.

“A lake!” Hayden beamed once she realized where Matt brought her too. She has always and will always love any type of water.

Matt smiled softly seeing her rush out of the car quickly not even caring for how it was snowing.

Matt laughed to himself and got out of the car following her.

They walked down the sandy beach that was covered in snow as they got close to the lake.

“It’s beautiful.” Hayden mumbled in awe, she always thought snow on the beach is beautiful.

“It is.” Matt agreed his eyes staying on Hayden admiring her as she looked so happy.

It may of been freezing cold and snowing but Matt didn’t complain once because it didn’t matter because Hayden was so happy.

Hayden laughed throwing her head back as she tossed a snow ball at Matt.

Matt shook his head getting the snow out of his hair as he bent down making a snowball.

Matt made two snowballs he tossed one at Hayden and while she was distracted by the hit he quickly ran over and wrapped an arm around her waist making her squeal as he tossed a snow ball right on top of her head.

Hayden laughed trying to wiggle her way out of Matt’s arms but he just smiled never letting her go.

Hayden calmed down as her back rested on Matt’s chest and she could feel his breath right next to her ear and she figured the goosebumps on her arms were from the cold.

Matt and Hayden stayed at the lake for longer than they probably should have until both of there faces were bright pink and they were freezing cold.

They rushed back to the car and Matt quickly turned the heater all of the way up as he drove them back to his house.

Hayden and Matt got into his apartment and both changed into warm and comfortable clothes and sat together on the couch.

Matt put on the Devils game as Hayden pulled out her phone and posted an instagram post she had to post today.

She did a photo shoot a few weeks ago with Vouge, which shocked her that they wanted to work with her. Hayden did keep it quiet and only her family and Connor, Leon and Ryan knew.

Matt’s phone dinged and he looked at it seeing Hayden had posted, “You posted?” Matt asked in surprise that she posted right then.

“Yeah it was with a brand.” Hayden explained with a slightly awkward smile.

Matt pulled the post up and his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. She looked beautiful and she’s never done a photo shoot like this before and Matt was in awe.

Hayden bit her lip nervously seeing Matt just staring at the screen, the photoshop was something she has never really done and out of her comfort zone, “Is it okay?”

Hayden’s question made him snap out of his awe and looked at her seeing her looking nervous, “Hayden you look beautiful.” Matt sincerely told her.

Hayden’s face soften and smiled softly as her cheeks warmed up, “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Matt smiled slightly seeing her cheeks flushed, “Hayden this is incredible though why didn’t you say anything?” Matt knew how incredible it is to have a photo shoot with Vogue.

“I didn’t really tell many.” Hayden sheepishly explained, she was just shocked when she found out about the offer of the photoshoot and didn’t tell anyone.

Matt nodded in understanding.

Hayden and Matt relaxed his the rest of the night and had dinner together before they got some sleep.

December 12, 2022

Hayden was hugging Matt tightly in the Minnesota parking lot before their game.

Hayden wouldn’t be playing Matt for the rest of the season so she had no idea when she would be seeing him next.

“I’ll miss you.” Matt whispered honestly closing his eyes enjoying the hug.

“I’ll miss you too.” Hayden whispered softly back.

They reluctantly pulled back and shared a sad smile as Hayden waved and walked away towards the locker room.

Wild won 2-1. With Hayden and Matt both having a goal.

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Wow, I didin't know you write for 2ptalia! Not complaining tho, how would the countries (just pick your faves) react to darling choosing their 2p counterpart over them? And what will they do in retaliation to being the unchosen one?

Me: Gets 98% writing only to realize I answered it backwards. hahahahahhhh.  So here a twofer. Reader being rejecting both original and 2p! Hope you guys enjoy! 

2p America: How much Fall flavored shit do you need woman? *Shows pack of Pumpkin Jojo’s, Pumpkin pie flavored Oreo’s, and Caramel Apple creamer* Also the fuck is so funny? 

Me: Roast post. 

2p America: What? 

Me: Shut up and laugh dammit! *throws notebook that ask was written in* 

Characters: America (Obivious as fuck I’d pick him), Canada, England, Germany, Italy, Japan, and Russia. 

🍔🇺🇸America 🍔🇺🇸 “WHAAAAAAAT? YOU’RE INTO A MAN WHO’D RATHER FUCK HIS NAILY BAT?!?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? ARE YOU CRAZY?” He shouts into the early evening air. He was so loud with that last remark that it took a few moments for passersby to look away from you. 

“Alfred! Please keep your voice down! And please release your grip on my arm!” You shrug away harshly to keep space between the two of you. You disliked that he was spouting nonsense. 

“Y/N, please….” You avoid his eyes; you know they were a honey-laced trapped that you knew plenty of unsuspecting people fell for. 

“I’m sorry, Alfred, but he and I work better together and I don’t have to explain that.” Voice was shaky but you knew you’d be away from him soon. Still avoiding his gaze you say ‘Good-Bye’. 

After you’ve left him to be alone with his raw feelings, he will go punch a few brick walls to let off some steam. 

He’s going to go home and ugly cry and eat Half-Baked while he’s half-baked himself making him whole again after a few months pass. 

(Damn reader, you a savage, we now have a sad burger man.)

🕶️🇺🇸2p America 🇺🇸🕶️: “SERIOUSLY DOLL? You go for a man whose entire fucking shtick is eating a shitload of burgers! That bitch wants to be Nikocado Avacado so bad!” 

He’s grinning his teeth. The fury radiated off of him like a heater. He’s gripping the phone so tightly that small indents are beginning to form. He wasn’t interested in prolonging his suffering so he hung up in your face before you even had a chance to try and placate him. The phone meets its demise. The titanium, metal, and nanotech that once resembled a black brick now resembled black sand of sorts. 

He goes out drinking and partying for the night. Why not be hedonistic to high hell if he doesn’t have you? 

He complains about you to others in the FACE family, saying things like: What was there not for them to like about the blood-dusted roses? They show devotion and dedication or whatever bullshit Oliver was on about!

Oliver: “I heard that, you ungrateful tosser! Pay up in the swear jar!” 

Alex: “Fuck yo-” A knife nails his leg and he wails out in pain. 

He ain’t giving up though he’s going to attempt time and time again to get the McDumbass away from you and into his arms. 

🍁🇨🇦🐻‍❄️Canada🐻‍❄️🇨🇦🍁: Most of you reading this post already know he’s going to cry. 

You were kind enough to let him down gently when you video-chatted him. “I’m sorry, Matthew. I’m just really feeling this other guy and I do it with sincerity that you find someone who suits you.” The pregnant silence was deafening but nothing compared to the pipes behind his violet orbs about to burst. He said, “Okay, farewell, Y/N. I hope you and Matthieu will be happy” before he ended the call.  God, that was a cursed sentence. The pipe had burst and tears spilled through his darkened lavender pools. It takes him about 45-minutes to get off the floor and he opens his Tim Horton’s app and gets a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and a few Canadian maple and honey crullers. Once it’s delivered, he will devour his meal and sink onto the couch, watching whatever random thing he’s put on Netflix. All while soaking the couch in his copious amounts of tear-soaked Kleenex.  

He’s going to stress-bake pastries while listening to some podcasts to do his best not to think about it. 

He’s also going to turn off his phone intentionally and put it in a phone jail for 78 hours so he doesn’t accidentally waste 5 hours looking at your cute face and the man that has always gotten in his way ever since he came into existence. 

🐻🇨🇦2p Canada 🇨🇦🐻: 

His right eye twitched in frustration over the text message being the only thing he got. His anger swelled the more he thought about it. It was like a boiling pot of water that went from a mildly active simmer to raging waters supported by the heat of a recently awoken volcano. He snuffs out his 4th cigarette, only halfway done and just thinking about his sickly sweet 1p receiving your attention and love. 

He gets crossfaded for the night, so he can numb the stinging pain of rejection. Once he’s done with being on his drug and booze-filled bender he’s going to get to plotting to get you back. 

Even Kuro was high-key annoyed that the snow-colored bear also had your affection. An aggravated growl leaves the beast as his owner reassures him that in time: you will be with them… permanently.   

☕️🫖🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿England🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🫖☕️: He’s in his tea room drinking scalding hot Earl Grey. The burn on his tongue felt better than the rejection he received. You picked the pastel palette psychopath with cannibalistic tendencies. 

‘Why y/n why? Why in the world would you want to date that Nutter? Is it because I can’t cook for shit?’ Will be some of the thoughts that echo around in his mind as he blankly stares at his tea until the early hours of the morning. 

‘Dodgy Oliver’ ‘What the fuck?’ ‘Bloody hell, has the world gone mad!?’

He considers making a love potion to make you love him. (Since this is the normal 1p we’re talking about Arthur’s code of ethics hasn’t been entirely yeeted out the door.) 

He will lurk on your social media profiles for a couple of weeks before he picks himself back up again.  🧁🎀☠️ 2p England ☠️🎀🧁 Mans has been sitting in his elegant pastel library while rage, sadness and disgust are spilling from his eyes. His heart crumbled into his stomach. When his shiny bright baby blues darkened in hue after reading your text he couldn’t help it. “Hey Oliver…. I know this will be difficult to read but I’ve decided that I’m going to be exclusive with Arthur. I really do hope you can find someone for you. Goodbye.” After a few minutes of letting the river flow onto the desk and pages of his prized cookbooks his mind wonder about how you came to the conclusion to go steady with Arthur. Were you daft? Were you under a spell? Did Arthur trick you? Regardless, Oliver was beginning to crave a special sweet treat that will require him to pay the tsundere British man a visit.

💪🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪💪: He’s going to be dumbfounded that you picked Lutz. Like bro has to stare at his phone for 5 full minutes re-reading your text. He tries to make scientific sense of how in fuck you came to the conclusion to like Lutz. After this, he’s just going to curse in his mind for a few hours while he pets his German Shepards while he has maybe a dozen or so cold ones. Ludwig will stare into the void and be like ‘WARUM!?! Auf keinen Fall! Das gibt’s doch nicht!’ 

No matter what, it will never make sense to him. He will be despondent for a while but with the help of Prussia, Italy, and Japan (and his two favorite things Beer and Schnitzel) he’ll be fine. 

You live rent-free in the back of his mind though. While ‘Why for the love of god would you pick someone like him?’ 

💤😴2p Germany😴💤While staring at the screen with bloodshot eyes…he won’t shed a tear, whine, or break things to let out his frustrations. He does nothing. He knows it’s not worth it. He knows he’s not what many would call a “catch”. Sure he has a rugged charm of sorts but that doesn’t mean it makes up for his mentally unwell state of working for Luciano. He will simply stare at the text message that read: 

Hey Lutz, I think it’s best that we just be friends. Ludwig and I are going steady. I just wanted to be transparent with you. I’m sorry.

Even as empty as the words felt, he stared at them with a mixture of regret, sadness, and self-pity. After a while, he releases the phone to fall onto the bed. Well, if there’s nothing he can do, he may as well just jerk it to someone who looks like you. 

🍝🇮🇹Italy🇮🇹🍝 Let's be real he takes your rejection like a champ. He'd been rejected by tons of people before. He’s a professional flirter what do you expect? He’ll go to another bar and snag more bitches. 

This doesn’t mean that later he’s going to realize: WHY ARE YOU DATING A DANGEROUS MAN???????

(Yes, I took this angle for him. Feliciano can be baby but ooooooh lawd he can be a player. He got that 🌟✨duality✨🌟)

🔪🇮🇹2p Italy🇮🇹🔪: His favorite switchblade is tossed back and forth like an acrobat during a finale. Rage is spilling through his pores. His ears burn as honesty comes spilling from you. 

“Maybe it’s best if we can be friends. I’m romantically intertwined with Feliciano and he’s a really sweet guy and I have to take a chance with him.” Your honesty was charming just as it was brutal. It was horrible for him to think about losing you. Your melodic voice was like hearing a live chorus from the musical Baroque of the 1600s. His dream of having you with him was shattered by the idiotia constantly waving a white flag. He stabs the right arm of the chair that he was seated in and drags the knife backward. Cotton and alligator leather were ruined in the blades' wake. 

He was going to give the bastard something to cry for. 

Bro is going to be wine-wasted for the rest of the night and become a little violent towards anyone who is within range of him. Kuro and Lutz 100% know to stay the hell out of his way until the storm has passed. 

👹👺🇯🇵2p Japan🇯🇵👺👹: Oh fuck. You essentially set off an entity that’s similar to Slenderman. Kuro is silent and brooding and his plans are gruesome, slow, and violate the human code of ethics. You were brave enough to have the conversation with him over tea. The air is tense, filled with discontent, and hate. What a waste you’d fallen the evenly keeled Kiku. He cared too much about cherry blossoms, respect, blah, blah, blah. Why would you ever date someone with a massive tree up his ass? His hand will itch for the blade. He wanted to rid the world of Kiku’s existence right that second. 

“Kuro, I’ll be honest I’ve found someone who matches my energy and I’m going to work it out with Kiku. We just work well together.” His eyes shot daggers at his green tea in an attempt not to scare you. He believes he still has a chance he’ll just have to convince you. However, he couldn’t suppress his vibes which could be cut by a plastic knife it was so thick. You bit your lip and gather your nerves. You pull out some yen from your bag to cover your drink and you leave in a huff. You knew from that point onwards that nothing in your life would ever be the same. 

It takes Kuro an hour to finally end his staring competition with his tea. He’s never been so bothered in his life. He blocks you on all social media and uses his alt accounts to gather intel. He isn’t going to let you go, nor will he let Kiku win. 

He definitely goes home that night to destroy a few trees and maybe even a few of his own men who dared to look at him the wrong way. 

🇯🇵 🌸 Japan 🌸🇯🇵 He’s stunned. He will have few words in response.

“Okay, farewell Y/N… and it really was nice to meet you.” he will politely bow and walk away.

his heart will take a while to recover through because you a catch!

☠️🇷🇺 2p Russia 🇷🇺 ☠️Jesus Christ or Holy Fuck are the only phrases that are appropriate for the bitter resentment he has for Ivan. The normally just frigid atmosphere transformed into a bitter frost that could give anyone uninitiated to the cold instant frostbite. Ice on the window appears and freezes over behind him while he grips your written letter explaining to him why you made your choice. He’s nicer, his scarf was warmer and a much more inviting light pink than his confronting red one. 

Outwardly he might be tame / measured inwards he’s brooding and plotting revenge on his counterpart….Only to execute none of it. He knows what he wanted is gone and he’s far too depressed to do something about it. 

He’ll stay in his office while he writes out a complex seven-point plan placing a dead a dead gladiolus flower next to each. He imagines his rival in a pool of blood to make it easier for him to sleep at night. 

🇷🇺🪆🌻Russia🌻🪆🇷🇺He does his best to choke back tears. He won’t lie you sent ice-picks straight to his heart. Thoughts about being lonely swarm his mind. It hurts him because you’re a mortal he’s grown fond of that didn’t have ulterior motives to be around him. He fiddles with his scarf to avoid your lovely (eye color) hues. 

“I’m going to leave Y/N, farewell.” He leaves in order to keep at least some of his pride in tact. 

‘Why Viktor? He’s even more terrifying than me!’ While he mulls over not winning you over, over some Vodka on the rocks a thought crosses through him: 

‘Wait a minute if that psychopath can have a lover so can I! There is still hope!’ 

-End- 

Thank’s for reading ya’ll !

[jodilin65]

Sneaky little spammers are searching for my old entries where I’d allow comments on PB to spam me. I wish there was a way to disable all comments at once. Even better, I'd like it if only friends could comment. I hate blocking them just to stop spammers and trolls.

It's freezing for Florida, but at least it's keeping the roads quieter. Not many dare to ride their motorcycles in this cold.

I dreamed Tom was feeling really nauseous, and when he got up, I asked if he was okay. Now, he has a pain in his leg.

The corner nut job’s place is up for sale. The place is still trashed, but no vehicles are there, and no one seems around. I'm a bit worried that the wider driveway and double garage might attract barking dogs and motorcycles, but hopefully, there's nothing to worry about. It seems they won’t replace the house, just fix it up, which might still cause some racket. It’s close enough that I’ll hear it from the living room and kitchen, but it shouldn’t reach the bedroom. Anything that does, my sound machine should cover when I’m sleeping.

I still have a little burning down there and frequent peeing, but I’m not sure it’s a UTI. It’s likely just the menoshit, as I call it, but I’ll get test strips soon if there’s no change. I’ll get them before my virtual meeting with Rhonda so I can share the results if needed.

Back on probiotics, though I had to skip yesterday due to the tummy issues they bring. I’ve also increased my use of Replens. Hopefully, I just got a bit low on probiotics.

I slow-cooked a pork rib in soy sauce, and it came out so good.

Tomorrow, we’re getting breakfast at Burger King. He gets discounts there.

My feet feel like blocks of ice, even in socks and sneakers, but we don’t want to run the heater and drain the battery as we head to the ENT.

Later…

On the way home with good, bad, and surprising news—and a sore throat. The doctor sprayed some nasty stuff in my nose for an endoscopy, leaving my throat sore. The procedure wasn’t painful, but it got very uncomfortable the further up my nose he went.

After filling out a bunch of info on a tablet, which seemed to take forever, I was brought into the exam room. After a bit of waiting, the doctor came in. He’s definitely young and small but seems knowledgeable. A tall, skinny Asian guy came in with him to type up notes.

I don’t have polyps, and my septum is only slightly deviated, but I do have a collapsed nasal valve. It’s yet another gift of aging as the skin loses its elasticity. Fixing it would be a big deal—costly with a rough recovery. He surprised me by suggesting I return to steroid sprays, ensuring me they are safe. There are two types of sprays to try, and also pills if the sprays don’t cut it. Surgery would be a last resort. 

We’re hoping that managing the allergy aspect of it will make the collapsed valve less noticeable. A drier climate would help if we ever move. They do allergy testing, which I might do even though I know I’m allergic to dust, mites, pollen, dander, molds, and certain grasses. It’d be interesting to see if there are unknown allergies, especially since something triggered my allergies in Auburn and Phoenix. I'd like to know what they are so I don't go moving back to it again.

The bad ear looked clear and didn’t need cleaning. 

The doctor used various tools that he slapped on his leg to get a vibration going, placed them on parts of my head, and asked which ear I heard better from. The most amazing thing was when he used a hearing device on the bone behind my ear, and I heard as well as with my good ear! Apparently, my hearing is there but inaccessible due to how they did the surgery I had in the ‘90s. I guess they don’t drill canals or create eardrums the way they used to. I could get a bone-anchored hearing aid. They have a couple of options there. A hearing test showed moderate high-frequency loss in my good ear, typical with age. But I’m not in a hurry to improve my hearing. Why would I want to hear loud vehicles, boom car stereos, planes, power tools, and blasting music better than I already do?

We also discussed my sleep apnea since it’s kind of connected and he even had a sleep apnea chart on his wall and its effects. He recommended retrying the nasal pillow instead of a full-face mask. I’ll still need breathing strips and a humidifier, but the nasal pillow will force air through my nose. I’m more determined than ever to make the CPAP work! I’m glad to finally have answers, even if they aren’t great. Knowledge is still power. I can’t keep living in an exhausted fog. If I can’t adapt to the CPAP, I might revisit the Inspire option since no one around here does mouthguards. Something’s got to be done. I can’t continue with just a few good days here and there. Luckily, I had decent energy yesterday.

[asp1990]

Day 6: Sunday January 5th, 2025 [Tokyo]

Breakfast: Iced coffee with a ham & cheese sandwich

Lunch: Cup noodles in our hotel room

Dinner: wagyu burger with egg, rice & curry sauce

Steps: 5,805

We were up early this morning to visit the digital art museum ‘TeamLabs: Borderless’. I was very excited to visit after seeing lots of videos advertising it online. The venue was only a 20 minute walk from our house so we rugged up and strolled down just in time for our 10am time slot.

The museum was excellent. There’s a poor-man’s version of it in Melbourne called MetArtWorld, which we had also been to, but this was 100x better. The installations moved between rooms and there were secret rooms with incredible light displays that photographed beautifully. There was an interactive room where the projections convened if we stood still and a room full of giant marbles on ramps. There was a room of hanging lights that looked like stalactites and they could be controlled by the app on our phones - we could choose the colour or light pattern. This was Morgan’s favourite room. My favourite room was full of hanging orbs that had fairy lights inside them. We spent two hours exploring the museum before hunger hit and we left to find some food. The museum was in the basement of a fancy food complex where individual meals were ¥30000-¥40000 so we struggled to find somewhere that suited us until we found a coffee and sandwich shop. We ordered there and had a chat about our visit to Disneyland and what we were going to do with our luggage.

After lunch we headed back to our apartment. We needed to do laundry and we were both feeling a bit tired. Morgan played Pokemon on his phone and I read my book. It was nice to have some downtime while our washing as in the machine and we had some cup noodles while watching Squid Game Season 2. Morgan put all of his stuff in the dryer but I was worried about things shrinking, so decorated our room with my clothes by hanging them in the shower, on the coat rack and chairs so they could air dry under the heater.

The dryer took longer than we expected so we didn’t end up leaving the house again until after 5pm. We got the train into Shinjuku again and found a restaurant that we’d seen on TikTok called “Niku to Tamago Shinjuku” that did one dish, three ways. We both ordered a beer and a wagyu beef patty with egg and rice. Mine came with curry sauce and Morgan’s the ‘beef sauce’. It was delicious! They had little pots of coleslaw on the table that was a very welcome vegetable. I think I’m going to try and make this dish at home.

After dinner we started walking towards Golden Gai - the tiny street-bar district that we’d checked out the day before. We stopped in at the Disney store to have a look at merch, pre-Disneyland and also stopped at a JB HI-FI type store to get an adapter. I’d purchased one in Perth but it was only for 2-pronged devices and we had a few 3-prong. Oh, the inconvenience!

Once we got to Golden Gai we did a few laps of the streets but there were SO many bars and they were all so tiny! We didn’t know which one to choose. I’d messaged my friend Olivia, from Keysborough, who was also in Tokyo, and she said she also had plans to be there with her partner! We bumped into them on our second lap and they had been there the week prior so were more confident in choosing bars than we were. Our first bar was ‘Albatross’ - this one had multiple floors (all cramped) and we had two drinks there. We were on the same floor as the toilet and a man in his 50’s used it while we were there but was too big to fit inside with the door closed (it was tiny) so he just left the door open and had his pants down past his butt. We had a full moon for 2 -minutes until he was finished and when he turned around he faked surprise that we were there. We were in stitches!

Bar 2 was an 8-seater jazz bar run by an elderly Japanese man. I had an average Sochu, Morgan and Tim had a whisky and Olivia had a cocktail. It was very cramped and lots of people were popping their head in to see if a seat was free so we left after one drink.

Our third bar was called ‘Golden Bar’ and everything had been spray painted gold. So classy! This one seated 12 people and had tourists from Canada, Romania, America & Sydney. There was also a lone-Japanese man there who was quite surly and disrespectful towards the bar tender who was there by herself. He dominated the space but we were still able to chat to the other visitors around him as none of us spoke ample Japanese. They had a ‘snake sake’ that had a real, mummified snake in it and we weren’t game enough to try it. We stayed for one drink and with it hitting 10pm and Japanese dude being loud, we decided to call it a night. We said bye to Tim & Liv before getting the train home. A lovely day - the perfect blend of down-time and touristy stuff :)

[gayvorestories]

Werewolf vore, digestion, male pred, multiple prey

With the full moon overhead, belly swaying like a pendulum, the werewolf wandered down the street towards home. He had found a deer within minutes of turning tonight, and with his belly filled nearly to bursting, the wolf in him was no longer fighting for control. On these rare chances without a struggle, every sense felt turned up to 11. His body felt powerful and agile, aside from the giant mass of meat and bone weighing down on his middle.

Just another street ov- oh what's that smell? he thought to himself. Someone was up late grilling. Feeling more distant from his body than he had just a moment earlier, he changed course. No, no no! We were almost home!

The wolf pulled them along towards the source of the amazing scent. He looked over a fence into someone's yard and saw it - a grill with eight burgers sitting on top. Compared to the size of the wolf, the fence was barely an obstacle - on an empty stomach. His belly snagged the top of one of the fence planks, pulling it off of the cheap frame to the ground with a thud.

They lept into the shadows as two men came over to investigate. Okay, as soon as they leave we're going home, he thought angrily. A feeling, like a word without the structure, entered his mind and he knew this was a losing battle: burgers.

The men took out flashlights and started to look around. Oh fuck, we can't be seen, he panicked. The wolf pulled them deeper into the shadows, but the men kept getting closer.

"Hey, what's that over there?"

The flashlight turned right onto their face and the wolf closed the gap. Wait, no, we can't leave a mess here, he thought in a frenzy as he felt the wolf think about tearing them apart and making a break for it. Instead he knocked one of them down, putting his paw over the man's chest, pinning him to the ground. The other man picked up a large branch and swung it, hitting the wolf right on the end of the nose.

Before he had a chance to argue, the wolf had opened their mouth wide and grabbed the man, pulling him chest deep into his now-salivating mouth. Wait, don't- he started to think, but it was too late, the wolf had thrown their head back and the man was halfway down their throat. He lifted his paw and picked up the other man, tossing him up and swallowing him effortlessly. His stomach stretched painfully and the wolf steered them towards home. Maybe they would have burgers another time.

The wolf let up control entirely and he ran home as quickly as he could on all fours, stomach scraping the ground a few times on the bumpier parts. Using his nose, he pulled the unlocked garage door open and back down again. A pile of blankets and a space heater waited for him in the corner, and he flopped down onto his side. He looked at his belly - about the size of the small chest freezer on the other side of the room - and realized he wolf had swallowed the men alive.

Oh fuck, I feel them moving, you didn't crush them with your teeth or when you stepped on that one? Bad wolf! Bad! God I hope they don't stay conscious long...

Handprints made themselves visible on the surface of his furry belly as one of the men punched and pushed and tried to fight his way out. They both shouted angrily, but the thick layer of fur and flesh muffled their screaming significantly. He tried closing his eyes to get a little sleep but the struggling and shouting continued.

After an hour, the struggling weakened on one side, and then stopped altogether. Poor guy, glad he finally passed out, he thought, but was immediately met with more frantic struggling than before as his friend struggled more fiercely than before. The screams were no longer angry, but terrified, and the flailing had become frantic grabbing and clawing and searching for an exit that didn't exist.

His stomach let out a loud groan as if it had woken up from a long nap. You might wanna pass out some time soon dude.

Hours passed and he wasn't sure what had gotten louder: the muffled screams or the wet gurgling of his stomach as it churned up the meat and bones. He thought for sure the guy would have stopped struggling and passed out hours ago, but based on how much louder the yelling had become and that the screaming had become begging, he was going to be one of the unfortunate ones this time and stay awake until his body gave out.

Glancing at the bottom of the garage door, he realized this was going to be a bigger problem for both of them soon: the gap in the seal revealed sunlight. He would start to change back soon. His stomach acid would become less potent and his stomach would lose a tremendous amount of its power, slowing his digestion down to a comparative crawl. You really did it this time, he thought grumpily.

Within a few minutes his body began to shift. His bones were the first to change, shortening and bringing his frame in, followed by a small reduction in muscle mass. The mass in his stomach remained the size size though - and his skin grew tighter and tighter as he shrank down to his regular size. As the fur fell away and his stomach grew as tight as a drum, he could make out some of the shapes inside him: the profile of a deer's head, the softened form of the man who had gone unconscious early on, and the struggling form of the one still struggling.

His stomach let out an unhappy groan at the sudden loss of strength and he mumbled out, "I know, I know...."

The man inside his stomach began moving around and begging, "please, is someone there? help me! please get help! he's digesting me alive!"

Chris let out a small sigh. "Sorry man, the wolf doesn't let me spit shit back up and now that I'm back to my normal self, the uh. The exit isn't quite the same size."

"What? What the fuck are you talking about, get help, please get help, the wolf... the... wait, no. No no no, please tell me you didn't change back."

"Sorry dude, I can't stop it. Pass out if you can, my stomach is gonna do what it's gonna do," Chris said as he used all of his strength to move into a sitting position. His stomach was nearly as big as the rest of him and his legs had to spread open wide to avoid being trapped under.

"Fuck! Fuck you man, fuck you!" he gave a hard kick that Chris actually felt this time, "I'm not your fucking food! Let me out! I'm a person, you can't do this!"

"Dude you're no-URRRP-not the first, second, or third one to end up in there. It's gonna happen. I can't do anything, you can't do anything, just st-"

"Fuck you!" the man interrupted as he shoved and punched the walls of Chris' stomach.

Chris felt that one in his ribs and let in a gasp. "Well fuck you too then, but you're mine now and even if I could let you out, I wouldn't."

Stupid fucking wolf eating everything that moves, he thought angrily as he opened up his post-feast bag. He pulled out his switch, a pair of headphones and drowned out his meals shouting.

A few hours later, the struggling had stopped. He took out his headphones and gave the outline in his belly a push. No response, and the other man's outline had gotten seriously less defined. He gave his stomach a gentle rub on the sides, "poor guys. I hate to do it to them but at the same time..."

His stomach let out a low grumble in response.

"Yeah, you're right," he said as he leaned back, "I love doing it to them."

[slimesam]

Hiiiii. Gun and goo planning/going on a trip together HC WHEN [politely asking]

Yeeehhhh! Got another Ask!

Please don’t be shy about sending more requests!

Gun and Goo planning a trip together head cannon here we go!

Also sorry for answering late. Got caught up by first week of assignments lol

Goo planning the trip together with Gun:

Never let him plan the trip

He will just make the whole trip more inconvenient even if it is work-related

Ho going for a 50-kilometer trip that takes only take 3 hours? He will make 5 hour trip.

He doesn’t even plan it at all

Booking hotel? Nah he gonna do it at the last minute of the booking hotel when it's about nighttime

What about lunch and dinner? That lil shit wouldn’t book any reservation in any 5 stars to a normal restaurant so Gun and he ends up eating drive-through of McDonald’s somehow also packed.

All Gun thinks ‘The calories in this and the fats are unhealthy’ as he looks at his McCrispy Classic Burger Set order while Goo just eating his favorite hamburger 1955 Burger Meal.

The night is rising and Sun is falling, Goo forgot to book the hotel again but it looks like he is doing it intentionally doing it.

So Goo and Gun end up booking into a haunted-looking hotel

The hotel room is “clean” with no messes, and a clean blanket, the bathroom is functional, and service of the counter is an old man that looks like a corpse. Gun would just stare at him and pray that the trip would just end or just end Goo as he can’t bear this mess up the trip that Goo’s unplanned trip.

Night came Gun is got himself relaxed as he took a surprisingly working heater hot shower while Goo already in pajamas and cover himself with the blanket and his eye mask in a yearning sleeping position

Gun lay down on his bed and closed the light that is beside his bed.

Kakakkaakakakakakaaka

Goo stirs as he can hear the uncomfortable whisper, he also can feel someone groping him.

Goo flip around until he had enough.

He sat up and remove his sleeping mask and look around.

Nothing, He sees Gun in a deep sleep of a stargazing position.

So Goo lay back down and tried to go back to sleep.

As he tries to go back to sleep, he can feel a sharp nail trailing his back

He took a small peek as he want to see whom the heck is groping him

And he sees the cursed like juju*su ka*sen that he has been reading

WTF that fucking too cool!

Goo thought he want to raise his body and touch the curse but was unable to as it look like he is in sleep paralyzed state

The next day Gun and Goo now booking out, seeing in Goo in that state like he have been drained by a succubus or didn’t sleep at all, Gun just shoved Goo in the passenger seat thinking that Goo would just drive the car out of the road barrier as they would travel to the mountain road.

“Gun what did yah think about that hotel? Cool right?” Goo states his face looking in a blissed/drugged-like state.

“Did you even sleep at all dumbass?” vein pop on Gun's face as he hates driving on the mountain road

“Nah, I didn’t sleep at all LOL. I think I just experience the peak of the juju*su ka*sen see curse! Lemme put a review on that hotel!” Goo laughs and searches up the hotel name online

….Silence ensures “Gun what was the hotel name again?”

“Hotel De luna, if I am not mistaken” Gun answers him while driving a full speed on the highway

“Hotel de luna” Goo types on the search engine while drinking his milk tea bottle that he just bought from the store

Goo spit his drink which resulted in Gun pressing the break as he was splattered by Goo's spat-out drinks.

Gun couldn’t help but whacked Goo’s head and demand the reason why he spits the drinks

“Gun, the hotel…. it says here that it burned down for almost a decade.” Goo shows his phone to the gun and it says on the website that the Hotel de luna was once a popular hotel but it have been burned down by someone and 5 staff members are being trapped inside the hotel during that time

The atmosphere turned cold

Gun being a Shinto religion just said “let's just agree not to mention this trip again”

After all, going in and being able to get out of the spirit world is considerably lucky

Both of them just agree to never mention this spirit world trip again

Gun planning the trip together with Goo:

Being a perfectionist, he is and he books a trip to Japan with Goo since he has been bugging Gun for a long time He wants to Japan while Gun just wants to visit his hometown to see how the yakuza doing.

He doesn’t want to be bombarded by Goo when he gets back to Korea

Gun made a booking for a 5-star hotel and restaurant

Being an adrenaline maniac and Fighting Junkie, it’s no surprise to Goo that they end up being in a gym and a swimming pool may be a beach that tolerates tattoos.

It's already on the third day in Japan, they have traveled around they visit popular onsens, pubs, host clubs, restaurants, and Akihabara which is the first day they visit since Goo bugged Gun about it.

Goo thinks it got so boring as he doing a small dumbbell until he saw one of the milfest women he ever sees in his life other than at those cosplay conventions or gym she is like Minamoto Raikou of FGO in person. Like the degenerate he is, he tries to use his broken Japanese to flirt with her. (he needs to learn basic Japanese as Gun doesn’t want to bring him on the trip unless he learns basics LOL)

Meanwhile, Gun doing heavy weight lifting he sees Goo approaching the lady, He can’t help but think that woman looks familiar.

Then it clicked to him that woman is one of the Yamazaki allies’ wife and his probably mother in law

When Gun is about to drop the Weight lift. Goo approached with a smiling face.

“Guess who got a lady's number~” Goo grinned widely

Gun just looks at him unimpressed as it looks like the planned trip will be interrupted.

He notices her wave at him with her mouthing

“Visit the tournament Yuzuru-kun~ If not your small vacation trip will be interrupted~”

Gun couldn’t help but nod at the woman

“Gun, she even gave me two a cruise ship ticket! Let’s ditch the plan and go there!”

Gun can’t help but feel the headache coming to him, so he just agrees to Goo's idea as he knows he is going complain to him on the way to the hotel after they are finished reps and showering.

That night they visit the docking area of the cruise ship

There are a lot of bodyguards, businessmen, and mercenaries let’s not forget yakuza.

“Woooooo, what is this place Gun! Also, look at those yakuza that like the” Goo goes sparkling.

“Shut it, Goo” Gun snapped at him as he is getting irritated from the chatter of Goo

Both Gun and Goo enter the cruise ship and was directed by their host on the way to the entertainment arena

“Ladies and Gen-“

“Gun what the heck is this place” Goo look around the arena

Gun put his cigarette and lit it.

“ffuu, Goo that lady you been flirting with is an ane-san to one of the Yamazaki allies” Gun puffs out the smokes

Goo looks at him in shock and say “damn, is this place like the Keng*n Ash*ra manga??”

“You can say, enjoy it while we here.” Gun answers him while raising his hand to call the waitress to serve them limited alcohol and snacks

“Yamazaki-sama~” a familiar face from the gym approach the two

“Kiryu-sama, Its been long time.” Gun stood up and bow 45 degrees to show respect to the older woman

“it been so long since you have visited the arena Yamzaki-sama, hopefully, you can enjoy this evening battle~ And when will you tie the knot with one of your candidates.” The Kiryu smiles teasingly at Gun.

“Kiryu-sama, You should know not to butt in about the candidates as there are none that can appease me.” Gun puffs out another smoke

“Gun, you know her? And what this about candidate.” Goo whisper to him

“Let me give a short introduction to this lady. This is Miss Kiryu she is one of the yamazaki ally’s wives she manages this underground arena.” Gun gave a short explanation to Goo not looking at him as he is busy pouring his bottle of sake and focusing announcer's introduction to the fighters

Kiryu smiled and approaches Goo full of tea to spill to him “Let me sit beside you and explain the whole history of this place and about Gun’s candidates hehe.” Gun doesn’t hear the last part as he is absorbed by the tournament battle going on.

Two days later, Goo and Gun enjoy the luxury of alcohol, gambling, and entertainment in a battle arena. There is even an artificial mixed onsen which Goo enjoys and Gun is just impressed by some changes of the cruise that he visited a few years ago.

They are also surrounded by soap girls during that time, you can say Goo go a shocked mood as he just discovers there is this type of service hidden in Japan.

The morning of dawn all the elites member of society have departed from them as they don’t want to be seen by reporters.

Gun and Goo also departed from the cruise and goes back to their hotel to grab their suitcase to travel back to Korea.

Both of them sit in the first-class seat, Minding their own business.

Goo is watching some anime on his TV screen and Gun reading a newspaper of Japan while drinking his coffee

“So I heard that you have 5 fiancées Gun.” Goo said out of blue

“Goo if you value your life as this plane is still in the air. Don’t say any word of it” Gun said in a monotone as his forehead vine pops

“But seriously damn those 5 fiancees are so damn hot yah saying you didn’t bang them at all??” Goo smiles widely.

A verbal fight ensures the plain

Both of them have a time-out when the flight attendant smiles like Charles Choi that will give them hell if they don’t break it.

You can just say that Gun and Goo just got blacklisted from that airline. LOL

No matter what Gun plans for his trip with Goo it will go in the opposite direction or go off the rail to a disaster event.

[papaziggy-devblog]

Do you have any random or cute facts about the ROs?

Harper:

Makes random noises when he's bored, anything from various clicking noises to squeaking air between his teeth... No reason for it in particular other than being bored

Fuckin loves cereal at 2am, has it almost daily

Cried during Fox and the Hound

Gavin:

His notes for class are always covered in doodles

He has a small collection of pokemon plushies

He eats his burgers in a circle

Sophie:

Her favorite lil pick me up treat is chocolate chip cookies and chocolate milk

She talks in her sleep

If your body runs warm she's 100% gonna cling to you for warmth, enjoy being her new personal space heater

Dante:

You wouldn't guess it by looking at him but he has a serious weakness for sweets

He has and wears an actual pair of bunny slippers

He's a big baby when he's sick... Common cold got him acting like he was just hit by a bus

Cammi:

She will lose her SHIT for chili chocolate

She sleeps with a stuffed otter

If she's having trouble sleeping she'll make something warm to drink, bundle up on the couch, and watch old cartoons until she just passes out

Jazz:

Has a serious weakness for sour candy

All of her PJs have Loony Toons on them, her fav is Taz

She talks to herself when she's deep in thought, full out loud, no filter, this has gotten her in trouble a few times =v=