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[werecreature-addicted]

Have you ever written about an amnesiac werewolf? Like the reader finds a poor lost soul in the forest and takes them in, unknowingly dooming herself to becoming a breeding pet when the moon strikes and his instincts take over? He doesn't know what's come over him. He really doesn't. :'(

TW: car accidents. dubcon. do i know anything about hospitals? no. shhh. enjoy the werewolf porn.

You've grown quite attached to John Doe. He came in three days ago, he'd been "found" naked wandering a forest road at night and gotten cleaned out by a driver in a pickup truck. The driver said he thought he hit a dog or a deer that had wandered onto the road and was horrified to see a man there instead lying bloody on the asphalt.

Despite how bad John Doe looked when he was wheeled into your clinic, he'd been recovering quite nicely. He was even conscious now although he didn't seem to remember anything from before the accident. That coupled with the fact that he was found naked in the woods, it was proving difficult to contact any friends or family who might be able to give a concrete identity.

You weren't too worried though. It was a small community, and you were sure someone who knew him would turn up eventually. As for you, this was a slow time of year for a humble trauma center doctor, you were able to spend lots of time with your favorite amnesiac. It was a little miraculous really how well he was recovering everything but his memory. If you didn't know any better you'd say it was supernatural.

You found yourself spending more and more time with your John Doe, he was sweet and funny, Not to mention he was very attractive, even bloody and bruised. Although the budding warmth you felt for him was tainted slightly both by the fact that he was your patient and the nagging worry in the back of your head that this wasn't the real him. This could all be a false personality that he would lose once he got his memories back.

You'd already started toying with a daydream where once recovered John Doe would still come by to visit you. You shake your head and try to dispel those fantasies from your mind. You mentally chided yourself, you weren't a teenager with a crush you should be handling yourself more professionally than this. Still, your heart raced when he smiled at you.

In the end, it wasn't a friend or family member who revealed who John Doe really was, but it was the summer rain. You were just about to leave for the night when you started getting phone calls. A bad storm was coming in and soon it wouldn't be safe to drive on the largely dirt roads in this town, no one would be coming up to fill in the night shift. You could make it home safe if you left now. But that would mean abandoning your patient and you couldn't do that. So instead you just sighed and hunkered down preparing to wait out the storm inside the hospital.

John Doe was more than happy to have your company- he liked you better than any of the overnight team anyway, and over the past day he'd begun to feel strange. Not in pain just energized in a usual way. there was a tingling sensation just below his skin, he felt hungry but not for food. He couldn't really put a name to the strange pressure in his body, he only knew that it was growing and it made him want to keep you close.

You were in the break room when it happened. You were trying to figure something out for dinner which was hard with only vending machine options available when lightning strikes and the lights die. you hesitate, waiting for backup generators but only the red EXIT lights stay on, casting an eerie red glow to the room. You were just starting to pull open cabinets looking for a flashlight when you heard a loud crash and what sounded like an animal growl. Your heart stops and before you can think you're running toward the sound relying on muscle memory to navigate the darkened halls.

You freeze seeing the hulking form of a wolf over the tipped-over bed of John Doe. How the hell did a wolf get in here? And alone. Even panicked you know something isn't right. Wolves don't come this close to humans, they don't attack humans and they never ever do it alone. Then the wolf looks at you and stands on its hind legs and you realize it's not a wolf but a monster.

Your hands tremble, you should run- call the sheriff- search the lost and found for a gun and shoot the damn thing. But you can't bring yourself to run. The creature in front of you is awe-inspiring despite your fear, you're curious. Then the monster moves and the interest vanishes. Again your body moves before your brain can think you turn and run. You don't look behind as you run but you can hear the beast howl and the solid thud thud thud as it chases after you.

It's a small emergency room, you know there's nowhere to hide unless the werewolf can read and respect "staff only" signs. You feel a large clawed hand wrap around your waist your legs are still kicking trying to run as you're lifted in the air by the monster.

"You took such good care of me...now let me take care of you, sweet mate," the werewolf growls in your ear, turning you to face him, forcing you to look at his hulking monstrous form. You struggle futilely in his grasp he's strong and you can see his muscles bulge under his dark black fur. Lightning strikes again illuminating his sharp white teeth and his bright hungry eyes.

It takes you a moment to catch up to the fact that 1. The werewolf had spoken and 2. That he had promised to "take care of you". Before you can catch your breath let alone ask what that meant he's shoving you down onto the cold linoleum floor, shredding your pants with one clawed hand and the other he presses down hard on your back in between your shoulder blades keeping you pinned to the floor. You can feel his warm breath on your exposed skin as he huffs your scent. you can't see him but you know he's drooling. The attention makes you tremble, and then he pushes his thick rough tongue against your body and you moan. His tongue is thick and wet against your trembling cunt. He can't keep his hands to himself, his clawed hand wraps around your breast squeezing as he pulls you back against his hungry lapping mouth.

You can't keep your moans to yourself. The little cries of pleasure slip from your mouth only making the beast more aggressive as he eats you out. Eventually, you give up trying to even hold back the sounds or pretend that you aren't enjoying the ravishment.

It doesn't take much longer for you to cum, he doesn't pull away when you reach your peak. He pushes his tongue deep inside of you savoring the flavor of your cum and the fact that he had successfully pulled an orgasm from you just like he'd promised. His tail wags as he cleans you up, then you start getting wet again and he's not cleaning you up as much as he is eating you out again. His cock hangs heavy between his legs too big and thick for his erection to lift so it just throbs with need and drips thick beads of precum onto the clean floor.

He can't quite decide what he needs more, to jerk himself off or to keep both his hands on you. Eventually, his own ache can't be ignored and he starts to jerk himself off. it doesn't take long for him to cum the sweet flood of your cum just drives him insane. his knot swells pitifully as his semen splatters against your legs and ass dripping down to your pussy. two of his clawed fingers scoop up some of his spilled seed and push it inside of you.

"Next time I cum tonight it's going to be inside of you." It sounds like a threat, you can't wait.

[debaucheryandexcess]

a very specific recurring fantasy i have is the idea of being hired at an office for some kind of lifestyle fitness brand, and wondering how my fat ass is going to fit in with the culture when everyone else seems like fit trim outdoorsy types

and then i sit down at my desk for my first day and it turns out my position is being the office's pet pig that's used as a living food disposal. im one of the first people in the office, and as everyone files in they leave me all the drivethru breakfast treats that they got on their commute and then ""decided they didnt want""

after that im given the remainder of the breakroom donuts that someone brought for my first day- the boxes are only missing the three i took earlier. my lunch break is scheduled after everyone elses, and im given all the extra off everyones meals, which quickly escalates to including whole takeout orders that ""got made wrong"" or people just ""didnt want"" anymore. and as im working through it, people also drop off abandoned vending machine treats and afternoon snacks

any time theres an office party the excess catering gets piled on my desk, and im very much expected to eat all of it on top of my regular influx. it might also be that the company makes something like protein shakes or meal bars, and im regularly forced into participating in taste tests, or else im being constantly offered them ""for my health""

my weight obviously skyrockets, im constantly stuffed to the brim, and within a few weeks im already having wardrobe malfunctions on the clock

[b1gtimerush]

first impressions matter a collection of meet cutes and meet uglys from yours truly. (add a “swap” to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

ankle, sender twists their ankle and stumbles forward, coincidentally falling into receiver's arms.

bark, a dog barks loudly, making sender jump and send their phone flying into receiver's face.

chips, sender and receiver both reach for the last bag of chips in the grocery store, their fingers touching by accident.

drink, sender chokes on their drink and ends up spitting it out all over receiver as they walk past.

emergency, in the middle of an awkward blind date, sender pretends to be receiver's friend and helps them get out of the date by faking an emergency.

french, sender pretends they can only speak french to get out of giving a stranger directions. receiver is a witness.

gift, sender is about to get scammed into overpaying for something before receiver steps in to help (and haggle).

hair, sender gets something they're wearing caught in receiver's hair and ends up yanking a chunk of it out when attempting to separate.

ice, sender is ice skating for the first time and skates uncontrollably in receiver's direction.

jail, sender and receiver are both thrown into the same holding cell at a police station.

kid, sender loses a child that they're caring for, only to end up finding them in receiver's company.

lock, sender crashes their ex's wedding, and receiver, a bridesmaid / groomsman, locks them both in the bathroom to prevent sender making a scene.

match, sender and receiver both end up being sat at the same table in a full restaurant.

nauseous, sender is drunk, and while receiver is attempting to help them, ends up throwing up all over receiver's shoes.

oops, sender is carrying a bag full of groceries that ends up breaking. receiver helps them pick their groceries back up.

plug, receiver walks into the bathroom to find sender stuffing tissues up their nose in an attempt to plug up a nosebleed.

quarter, sender doesn't have enough coins for the vending machine, so they stick their hand up the flap and gets their arm stuck just as receiver approaches.

rain, sender and receiver both get stuck under the same awning when seeking shelter from sudden rain.

shh, sender and receiver are both sitting beside each other at the movies. sender keeps whispering to themself every few minutes.

tooth, sender accidentally bites down too hard on their food, resulting in a tooth falling out and skittering across the floor to land at receiver's feet.

undone, the laces on sender's shoes ends up coming undone and they trip and fall, bringing receiver down with them and into the fountain beside them.

vacation, there's a problem with the booking of sender and receiver's hotel rooms and they end up having to share one. thankfully there are two beds.

woods, sender and receiver bump into each other in the woods. one of them is holding a shovel.

x-rated, in a bookstore, sender accidentally drops a few of the erotic books they were planning on purchasing on the floor, which receiver picks up.

yawn, sender, who is dressed down and has not yet slept, bumps into receiver, who is dressed up and just woken up, in line for coffee.

zap, sender calls out to receiver to ask for directions, but as it's late receiver mistakes sender for a creep and tases them.

[blckbrrybasket]

ᯓ★ 𝐉𝐉 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

SFW

- 0.1% of top Sublime listeners on spotify

- does not have spotify premium and tries every trick to get around the ads, half the time he ends up groaning loudly over them to drown them out.

- one of the kids who went on youtube 24/7 to look up codes to get free things from vending machines.

- spaces out constantly

- has never had a hangover. nobody knows how he does it and he says he has a trick to it. he doesn’t. he just doesn’t get them 😭

- says harry potter, maze runner, hunger games, etc. are for nerds yet has been caught trying to read them over pope’s shoulder.

- games > movies > books

- when he fished as a kid JJ used to put his hands in the bait bucket to hold the worms + he fully believed that worms could multiply if they’re cut up.

- surprisingly good at english

- hates how wetsuits fit and would rather freeze than feel the material drag on his skin.

- his favorite food is spaghetti and steak (separately or together he’s not picky)

- doesn’t have good table manners but gets so excited over a home cooked meal.

- extremely loyal, he would rather die than rat out his friends. also hates snitches!

- instead of buying muscle tanks he cuts them himself from old t-shirts his dad has owned for decades.

- couldn’t buy a punching bag so he used one of those inflatable punching bags until it popped.

- hopping off the last one JJ pretends to punch everything in the vicinity of him.

- has sunk his old canoe at least five times and had to pull it out of the lake every time.

- doesn’t hug that often but when he does he makes it worth while he’s a massive bear hugger.

- uses an ungodly amount of abbreviations when texting. says ‘omg’ out loud unironically

- says he won’t do something for you or complains about doing it but if you threaten to go do it he jumps up and runs to do it.

- started working on cars when he was a kid watching his dad work under the hood.

- cannot keep plants alive to save his life

- certified yapper!!

- stopped using a juul after a few years, saying that weed is natural so it’s better for you. “mother nature grows it so it has to be good for you…like potatoes.”

SFW (serious)

- undiagnosed adhd not because he has a lot of energy but because he fidgets a lot, has self restraint issues (may say things not socially acceptable in a situation or blurt things out), difficulty controlling emotions, etc.

- he has anxiety (pretty sure rudy said this was canon!)

- very awkward with emotions (canon) shit at comforting people he loves but he still tries. he doesn’t know how to deal with emotions after how his dad raised him.

- unfortunately wouldn’t want therapy for a very long time. he wouldn’t accept the offer until long after the events of hunting treasures.

- has very mixed feelings about his dad

- wanted siblings as a kid to keep him company but after his mom left JJ hated the idea of his family growing. he only saw it as an opportunity for more people to love him. John B is his brother though, through and through. JJ is a firm believer that blood doesn’t equal family.

- it takes a lot for JJ to open up but when he does he will forever trust you.

- that being said do not betray him because he WILL be looking for revenge even if it’s petty

- sometimes he lets himself dream about what life would have been like if he was born a kook. thinks it would have been better because at least he could have bought things to make himself happy.

- as much as he wants money he wouldn’t trade his life with his friends for anything.

- doesn’t like letting his trauma define him and brushes it off anytime someone brings it up.

[sonicexelle-junkary]

In Site Clandestine, has Shadow eaten anything? Actually now I’m curious as to what food they have. I know Espio’s a cook, but like what exactly does he work with. Do they even have bags of chips? Or even a little area to grow idk tomatoes. Help I’m invested in their foodstuffs.

They get their food shipped to them once a month, but most of the food they get is either canned, pre-made, or not easily perishable. Espio manages to make pretty good food from what they do have, though. They used to have a vending machine that they could use their company card on, but Espio had it removed because they mostly ate the stuff in there and not his food (he still gives them junk food if they ask…. Sometimes.)

Shadow likes his omelettes.

[hyewka]

warnings; (sort of bratty) sub!beomgyu, idol!au, grinding, handjob, uncommitted reader, angsty fwb, use of pet names, non proofread + drabble length

…fucking with trainee!beomgyu in a practice room as an established idol because you’re bored, just a little bit of teasing, a bit of touching over his pants, a squeeze to his thighs and he’s all of a sudden following you everywhere. attached to your hips, on your heels like a lovesick puppy…making everyone in the company misunderstand your relationship with the boy. you even get a talk with your manager about being careful with dabbling in the trainee circle, and you have to continuously explain that no, you are not dating beomgyu! hell, you didn’t even know his name before that one conversation in the practice room. whispers about you goes around the artists and staff like its the gossip of town—you know it’d pass but it was such a headache.

yet as you much as you denied anything further than a friendship with beomgyu, and tried to keep it that way, you can’t help but creak open the smaller practice room reserved mainly for trainees. coming in late as you informed him prior that it’d be too difficult and all too risky to do anything in daylight, finding him laying on his back on the cold wooden floor, staring up the ceiling blowing his lips, he’s too cute for you to pass up due to dumb rumors. coming in and he immedietley sits up at the bang of the shut door that echoes the empty room—puppy eyes glimmering despite the pout that rests his lips. “you didn’t get food?”

you snort, “no, are you hungry? there’s a vending machine down the hall.”

“yeah but i want real food. plus all the good snacks are hogged by eric.” he grumbles the last part, yet still leans to the affectionate, yet sudden hand on his cheek, your thumb soothing over his skin. god, he was such a cute guy.

“mm, really? i’ll get some takeout for you tomorrow then, promise.”

maybe it was because he was hungry now, and the promise of tomorrow dissatisfied him, but you still note that you catch a glimpse of a displeased look on his face. and as you lean down to catch him into a frenzied kiss, you wipe it away as fast as it appeared—he’s already losing control pulling you down by your wrist to sit, having you situated on top of his lap. when you pull away to see a swell of his pretty lips, glistening, you smirk. he looks down to avoid eye contact, “geez, take a guy out on a date first.”

you immediately find his lips again, lightly biting down on his bottom lip, to which sends out a jolt to his body, make him whimper into your mouth and god you love it so much, the slightest of things you do and he reacts. his hands once hovering over your ass pushed down, to say that yes, he can touch you, and he squeezes, kneeds your cheeks. you almost let yourself smile into the kiss at just how dumb and adorable he is, but then you remember why you pounced on him like that.

take a guy out on a date first? it’s a common joke, and you know that, but it still sets off an uneasy feeling, alarm bells if you will. because beomgyu has said those exact words two times now in the past week, and hes hinted at going out (which sounded way too identical to a date) more than a dozen times. you’re beginning to think he might feel more than surface level attraction…something that has ties with commitment and oh lord, you feel like you might just ruin the mood for yourself.

and so your hips find themselves rolling into him, you breaking the kiss and him chasing blindly, completely breathless, chest heaving, groaning as you press down your weight directly on his crotch, which is by now a full tent, poking between your ass. “don’t cum too fast gyu.” you put on a demanding voice. he had a tendency to do it anyway, but you found that when you told him not to, he held out for a little longer.

eyes squeezed shut, he quickly nods, feeling out the grind of your pussy folds through the skimpy excuse of your grey shorts, thin fabric he could feel your wetness dripping into his pants as you move yourself forward and back. “you must’ve been practicing a lot, you look so tired baby.” you coo, not exactly feigning the concern slipping through your tone.

he lets out a sigh of pleasure, and you know it’s because of your choice of using a petname on him. “don’t overwork yourself,”

“or i wouldn’t have anyone else to fuck around with.”

you’re startled at the way his eyes fly open, and his brows change to a deep furrow, but he stays silent, despite looking like he had something to say. you shrug it off subconsciously, still rolling your hips. you lean to capture his lips again, but he backs away a bit, and you blink confused. “can we get food after this?”

okay, so the mention of food while you’re quite literally grinding sort of pisses you off but you respond anyway. “you’re hungry, i get it baby.” you try to kiss him again and this time he lets you for a bit…before he whines again, signaling you to stop.

what now?

“no, like seriously.” your hands drop from cupping his cheeks, shooting a puzzled look.

“beomgyu, do you want me to pull out my phone and order right now or something?”

he groans rolling his eyes, “i don’t want you to order takeout and i don’t want to eat in this small stupid practice room. i want to go out with you, like, outside of these walls. at a restaurant and eat. is that so bad?”

okay, now the alarm bells are going off in your head. your breathing feels like it just cut itself off and you’re dizzy. immedietely you reach for your bag, and try to get off his lap but his eyes widen, and his hands fly from the floor to your arms, “no wait, no i didn’t mean to freak you out i’m sorry, forget i said that.”

you hesitate, looking into his eyes, the way it panics, his iris moving back and forth like he’s afraid, afraid you’d pull out your arm from his hold and never talk to him again. but you’re not that strong. “don’t say stuff like that, i told you i don’t like it. we agreed on keeping it in here.”

he sulks, his bottom lip sticking up, “yeah, i know, i’m sorry. please stay.”

you hum, tilting your head to leave wet kisses down his neck and beomgyu’s breath hitches, then it picks up as he gets lost in the pleasure, fanning against your exposed skin. “i just want you so much.”

you pond on that and almost freeze again but he immeditely backtracks, “like in a getting my dick wet way. not in the—f-fuck.”

“you talk too much. we’re usually way past foreplay by now.”

he doesn’t respond, starting to hump and chase your heat as if you’re not already basically bouncing on him. you don’t mind it, it’s endearing actually. you just wish he could shut up like he usually does. “i thought you didn’t want me to overwork myself because you cared.”

you grip the base of his cock through his pants and he lets out a hiss, turning into a puddle when you rub it out. beomgyu was so easy to please. “look in the mirror puppy. i do care.”

beomgyu’s eyes are glossy with tears, clouded as he shifts them to look at himself in the mirror where both of you are sprawled on the floor, the exact same floor that could either break or make his dream, the exact one that granted you your dream. the reason you can’t even bare to be seen with him anymore.

“no, you care about me being your little bitch toy.”

you tut at him, pulling out his dick, you admire the way it’s leaking so much already, he’s basically about to cum and you haven’t messed with him enough just yet.

“does that matter? i still care regardless.” he whips his head to look at you, but his body fails him when you drag your hand down, then back up to rub your thumb over his slit, spreading dribbles of the liquid over the head. his eyes flutter and his defensive walls put up almost immediately begin to crumble, “look at the mirror, not me.”

“it does matter.” he retorts sharply, though it comes out rather wobbly, ignoring you completely.

you roll your eyes, taking it upon yourself to move his head forcefully to the mirror like he was a misbehaving child, “you’re such a brat, you know that? look at the way you spread your legs for me puppy, you are my little bitch toy.”

though his lips are pressed into a tight thin line, your ears could still pick up little whimpers. you stop your speed, holding your hand in one spot and he immediately panics. “i was close!” he whines, trying to fuck into your fist.

“too bad, i’m not gonna move my hand until you admit it.” you tease, beomgyu in fact not successful in getting any friction from your tight hand.

“admit what?” he finally asks, exasperated.

“that you’re my bitch toy.”

he shoots you a dirty look, clearly not up for it. which you’re okay with, edging him was always a favorite.

“i-i’m your bitch toy.” your brows raise, surprised that he was so quick to obey with how bratty hes been so far. “i’m your bitch toy, please touch me— m’ close…”

you watch the way he had the tendency to squeeze his eyes shut but he resists it and looks directly in the mirror again, keeping them firm on himself. you’re satisfied, humming.

“gooood boy.” you coo, noticing the shudder that sends him, half the mind to not giggle. he was way too adorable for your own good.

as you promised, you move your hand, dragging it up and down in long strokes before switching your pace, pumping his length at a faster speed.

“shit, i’m g-gonna—“ he mewls, brows furrowed, tensing up before his own spurts of semen cuts him off—white ropes to his embarrassment making a mess on the floor. you watch with amusement as he spills a bit more, before concluding you were done here.

when you stand up, you immedietely feel a hand grab your ankle. you look down with a brow raised.

he still looks dazed, the post nut clarity not hitting yet you assume. “where’re you going? we haven’t fucked yet.”

“i’m ending it, beomgyu. whatever ‘it’ is. i don’t think i’d be able to let you go if we fucked again.”

the boy huffs out an incredulous laugh, not thinking you were actually serious with this. but when your facial expression leaves no room for the assumption you were teasing him, the panic from earlier settles in. “what, are you like, breaking up with me?”

this was the exact issue; beomgyu was too deluded and attached, everything you’re not risking to deal with as someone with an actual career. if you let it continue he’d ask for more, and you can’t grant him more. “we were never together.”

[pinkthrone445]

~A night to remember?~ Part 1 of 2

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender: fluff, funny, love.

Warnlings : (+18) strong words, mention of sex, vulgar language.

Summary: After Melissa is dumped, you help her go back out and have fun.

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From the first day you entered school, you and Melissa had been friends, in her own way she always took care of you, thanks to her years of experience she was able to advise you many times and whenever you needed something, she did everything to get it. With so much time together, it was easy to quickly become good friends. Although Barbara was still her best friend, you were also very close to her and knew many things. The fact that you were younger than them helped to spice up the friendship, you always had the craziest ideas and knew the most exotic places, you were what they lacked and they didn't know they needed, when you weren't there, they missed you a lot.

Many times when you arrived at school, they were waiting for you at the entrance, and that day was no exception.

-"Ladies, good morning"-you smiled when you got to where they were, Melissa smiled at you seeing in the car that you had arrived and how it drove away

-"New car or new one-night stand?" - she asked jokingly

-"Or a new car that drives itself?" - Barbara also joked by making you laugh. The two women knew that as long as you weren't in a serious relationship, you liked to go out a lot and have a good time, it didn't matter the gender as long as there was a connection. They always joked, saying that they could never have done that, plus since they were both in a relationship, they didn't need it. Barbara was happily married and Melissa was in a relationship with the vending machine guy, so they didn't see the need to go out like you.-"Even though you're wearing the same clothes as yesterday, so I think Mel's right" - The brunette continued and you laughed, shaking your head and taking off the scarf she was wearing to put it around your neck

-"I'll give it back to you at the end of the day, my chest is full of marks and I need to cover them up well."-You joked around and walked into the building hearing their laughs.

At recess time, you went to the teachers' room and you were happy to see that Melissa had brought a tupperware of food for you, that woman always saved you when you forgot your lunch, but you had to admit that there were times when you didn't bring food on purpose because you liked how she cooked, it was much tastier than what you could do.

-"Thanks Mel-Mel"-You told the redhead kissing her forehead affectionately and sat down next to her-"My lovely ladies! What are we going to do tonight? Tomorrow there's no school and we could go out to eat something together, maybe go to a pub to drink a good wine and dance a little? What do you think?" - You commented excitedly and put a bite of food in your mouth, moaning and closing your eyes because of how delicious it was-"Hell, if your boyfriend doesn't take good care of you, I'll steal you from him and marry you" - you muttered with your mouth full

-"Good to know that I have a contingency plan if things don't work out with him" - The redhead laughed seeing how you enjoyed the food

-"Going back to your invitation, this weekend we will go with my husband to visit my daughter, so I will have to pass on the offer" - Barbara commented and you nodded and then looked at Melissa

-"Mel-Mel? Are you coming with me?" - You smiled and she sighed

-"I'm sorry honey, Gary said he wanted to go to the house to eat and talk tonight, so I'm not going to be able to. I'm sorry for leaving you alone" - the redhead murmured sadly, you smiled and shrugged your shoulders

-"Don't worry, I don't mind going out alone, I know how to find company very quickly, I won't be alone for long" - you muttered jokingly and the two older ones laughed.

After school, you went home to get ready and went out to a bar you liked to go to. In the middle of the night you were already dancing with a dude when your cell phone rang with an incoming message. You quickly opened it, the only two people with whom you had the notifications with sound, were Mel and Barbara. When you opened it, you realized it was a message from the last

"Hello sweetie, I hope I don't interrupt your night, but I called Melissa to ask her something and I noticed her a little weird, after insisting a little, she told me that Gary broke up with her tonight and that she didn't want to tell us because didn't want to disturb us on our night off. I won't be back until Monday, do you think you can go and see how she is tomorrow? Please. Take care"-You sighed reading the message and quickly excused yourself from the man you were with and got out to get in your car, but not before telling Barbara not to worry that you were already going to see Melissa.

After half an hour and a lot of insistence knocking on her door, Melissa opened the door. Her hair was a little messy and her clothes were disheveled, she had a tired face and swollen eyes from crying. You smiled sympathetically at her and raised your hands showing the bags you were carrying

-"I bought ice cream, wine and lasagna, your favorites... Do you think I can come in? I still have my clothes from the bar and my legs are freezing"- You whispered pointing to your short dress and she let you in, closing the door behind you and seeing how dressed up you were

-"What are you doing here at this hour? I thought you'd gone out dancing"-asked the redhead and you smiled, leaving the things on the counter and taking off your heels sighing in relief

-"I was dancing, but Barbara told me what happened and I immediately came here, but not before buying some supplies" -You smiled as you uncorked the wine and filled two glasses to the brim, passing one to the redhead

-"Snitch... You didn't need to come, I'm fine, it's a relief to be honest, I felt like things weren't working anymore. It was just the shock of the moment that made me feel bad" - the redhead spoke and you put the lasagna on plates

-"Okay, I change this mission from lifting your spirits to celebrating that you no longer have a dead weight on your shoulders"-you spoke smiling at her, you knew she was sad, you knew her too well, but you had to go along with Melissa so that she would open up and tell you how she was, if you pressed her you would only make her close and not say anything to you.

After eating and drinking the entire bottle of wine, you started playing cards while you asked subtle questions

-"The truth is I'm happy about this, that means that now you will be able to go out more to dance and flirt with people like I do"-you joked with the redhead, raising the bet of the play. You two were sitting on the carpet, facing each other as you played at the coffee table.

-"Don't distract me from the play..."-she replied paying close attention to the round, but after playing, she looked at you-"I'm happy too... I think... What bothers me isn't that he broke up with me, it's that I don't know if at my age I'll find something truly stable... And I'd like to have something nice, real and strong. Someone who is there when I need it, someone to share good times and bad times too, someone who works with me when there are difficulties, not who leaves me alone in the face of problems. Someone who makes me laugh and is there when I need a shoulder to cry on... And I don't know if I'll ever find that..."-She whispered putting her cards on the table, you had managed to get her to open up and now she was crying again, something she needed to vent. Carefully you got up from your place and sat next to her hugging her and leaning your back against the armchair, caressing her back delicately and she sighed crying into your chest

-"If you're looking for someone who's there to make you laugh and who's with you when you cry, you've got me, you don't need anyone else"- you joked and she laughed through tears slapping your arm-"First of all, ouch... Second, you are a beautiful woman, very intelligent and very strong, you will find what you are looking for in no time. Anyone would be lucky to have you and you're going to find someone better than him, who didn't know how to value the diamond he had in their hands. Really, you don't have to worry about that Mel-Mel. You're never going to be alone because I'll always be here and I'll help you find someone worthwhile"-You whispered and kissed her forehead as she hugged you tighter, whispering a barely audible "thank you".

You didn't know how long you were like that until you wanted to move and noticed that the redhead was asleep on your chest. You carefully grabbed the blanket from the couch and covered her body while still hugging her. If the next day your body ached from sleeping in a crooked way, it was worth it if she managed to rest.

When the light came in through the window, you started to wake up when you felt the redhead get up from you and stretch, carefully you did the same, trying to reboot your body from the strange, awkward position you slept in

-"Good morning Mel-Mel, how are you feeling?"-You asked

-"Surprisingly much better"-The redhead replied hoarsely and blushed when she looked at your chest, noticing that she had drooled over you-"I'm sorry about that, I'll bring you some clothes so you can change your dress" - she said and you nodded still very drowsy. After changing, you stayed with her all day so she wouldn't feel alone.

Throughout that month, you and Barbara were taking turns visiting her even though you saw her at school; went for walks, dinner, or watched movies with her.

After that month, you were trying to convince the redhead to go out dancing with you to find someone for a one night stand or maybe something more lasting.

-"Come on red, you don't need a man to be fine, to go out, take control over your own happiness and let's have a good time!" - you said while you were having breakfast

-"I've been taking care of my own happiness for so long that I already have carpal tunnel, if my shower head had a dental plan, I would have gotten married by now" - Your friend answered you and almost made you choke with your coffee from the laughter it caused you.

After a little more insistence, the eldest finally agreed when Barbara also joined you on the plan.

That night you put on your most provocative dress; you were going to help Melissa meet someone, but if in the process you got someone too, even better. You adjusted your hair, put on heels and makeup, and went to the bar. As you planned to drink, neither you nor Mel took your vehicles, you were going to return in Uber if you couldn't find a place to spend the night.

By the middle of the night, Melissa, with a few too many drinks on her body, had found a boy to talk to and dance with. So you too looked for a partner to spend the night dancing too. Barbara just sat at a table laughing at the sight of the two of you.

After a couple of hours and more drinks, you could hardly tell who you were dancing with, your words were shuffled and your feet weren't going very straight, but you were having a lot of fun. Someone touched your shoulder, as you turned you saw Barbara

-"Barb!! HiIIii, hooww are you?!"- you yelled at your friend smiling a little crooked and she laughed

-"I'm fine sweetheart, but my husband came for me, so I'll be going. Can you let Melissa now that please? And be safe here"-The eldest spoke to you and you nodded. Once she left, you searched for Melissa to tell her that Barbara went home.

You took her hand and drag her to a quieter corner to tell her about Bárbara, then you went to dance again. That was the last thing you remembered clearly from the night.

The next morning you woke up because your cell phone rang softly, you carefully opened your eyes, you were in a beautiful room that had an intoxicating perfume that almost made you fall asleep again. You barely moved your body and a satisfying pain ran through your extremities, it's been a long time since you were with someone who would leave you like this, love drunk and aching in all the right places. You moved your legs a little more, smiling at the softness of the sheets against your skin. You looked at your chest and found many scratches, bites and hickeys, you laughed at them, they were delicately placed making a path from your torso to your abdomen and thighs. It had been a pleasant night, whoever you were with had listened very well to what you liked and what you didn't, not only because of the pleasure you still had in your body, but because the marks were in places you could cover up. You liked hickeys a lot, but because of school, you always tried to leave them from your breasts down.

Carefully you stretched a little and grabbed your cell phone looking at the messages with only one eye open, your body was too relaxed.

-"Good morning sweetheart, did you arrive home safely? Do you know anything from Melissa?"-Barbara had texted you a few minutes ago, that had woken you up. Shit! You had to find out where Mel was. Now a little more awake you noticed how someone breathed on your neck making you shiver, a hand was on your waist, a body stuck to your back and your feet intertwined with the other person's. By the pressure of her breasts, you knew it was a woman, you carefully tried to get out of her grip but it was impossible, earning a complaint from the other person

-"Mhhh no..."-She murmured in her sleep. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her hair color, a powerful redhead. You frowned and tried to get away again, you had to call Mel and see where she was. You didn't manage to get away but you did turn around. Now everything made sense, the perfume of the room, how calm you felt there, the beautiful room, her red hair and the softness of her skin. All of that belonged to the woman who was hugging you with her naked body against yours. All of that belonged to the woman you were longing to know where she was. All of that belonged to Melissa, your co-worker with whom you'd had sex the night before. A night you didn't remember anything about.

-"Fuck..."-It was all that managed to come out of your lips, waking up and making your bed partner open her eyes, looking at you with the same surprise that you looked at her. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

[telomeraseee]

Hellu, welcome back!! Can I request a fluffy Suna bestfriends to lovers one shot? Thank you so much <3 hope you've a wonderful day/night ✨🥰

a/n: ok my first piece since im back! i apologise in advance if i got carried away, also wasnt sure which suna you wanted, bfo timeskip or after but i went with the safe bet : before 🙏

also i realised how ass my writing as gotten so please i beg for feedback! thank you to anyone whos reading this, love all of u and hope everyone is doing genki <3

ps. send more requests, my hands are itching to write ehehe

You became friends with Suna on the first day of high school, he was one of the only students who didn’t come from inarizaki junior high so he was assigned a buddy, you. The first meeting was kinda awkward since you could tell he didn’t really care about anything that was going on around him but you were determined to at least show him the basics of what it meant to be a student here. So on you went, showing him around the school, telling him which days would have the best food and which vending machines were broken (free drinks never hurt anyone). 

Even though you were a pretty social person, you were always too busy studying or too busy dealing with things at home to truly be part of a friend group. It never really bothered you, but now that you were in high school you wanted friends, friends who wanted to spend time with you, so when the buddy programme ended, you were sad since for the last three days Suna was like that friend for you. But he surprised you the next day by dragging his chair to your desk during lunch and said “there better be space for one more here”. So then it began, your friendship with Suna, you would have lunch with him, he would walk home with you, get ice cream and coffee with you. you thought he hung out with you because he couldn’t be bothered to talk to anyone else, which you weren’t complaining about. Most of the time he just listened to you talk (more like yap in his opinion) and poke fun at you when he felt like it. For example, when you asked him, “why do you hang out with me? It’s suspicious. Or is because our suna-chan is scared make friends” his deadpan face was response enough and had you snickering because how could such a facial expression say that much. then he got up and started walking away. “okay, okay I’m sorry, you know I love hanging out with you,” you quickly say as you grab his arm to stop him. He resists a little but when he eventually turns around you see a little smirk on his face. what a sneaky bastard. 

All throughout first year you keep each other company and he even started you teaching you how to play volleyball and that when you think it started. His hands on you started warming you up more than you liked. You found yourself becoming slightly more shy around him and thinking about what it would feel like to hug him or the feel his hands on you. “Y/n-chan did you do something different with your hair?” He says as he lifts a strand of your hair and plays with it. You pretend like you don’t feel your stomach twist in anticipation. “I just cut it a little and layered it Suna-chan. You think the boys will finally notice me now?” You tease, there’s a beat of silence which makes things a little awkward and then you feel a little tug on the strand, “why are you thinking about other guys, when you have me right here y/n-chan,” Suna says with a small smile on his face. You feel your cheeks heat up and your heart starts beating faster, you quickly look away from him to hide it but you feel the tug again and this time its quite a bit harder, “you look beautiful, y/n,” he says, looking straight at you. You groan, thump your head on the wall next you and whisper your extremely smart retort, “Shut up Suna-chan.” You hear his laughter in response and guess what? He’s still playing with you hair. 

Moments like that keep building up, like the time he tied your shoelace for you or the time he saved your face from being smashed in by a ball or the time he glared at a few boys who were staring at you a bit too long (he doesn’t know you saw him glare, what he doesnt know wont hurt him). In small ways, he showed you he cared, but you were always afraid because he would give you enough to convince you he likes you but what if he just appreciated you as a friend and this was his way of showing it? 

The school year ended, but the two of you saw each other often, getting ice cream and sitting in the park for hours talking. He would tell you all about the volleyball team and explain the different techniques he uses to block his opponents. It always made you smile since in the beginning it was always you who did the talking. He would push you on the swing as you told him about your childhood. You guys would sit on the see-saw and argue about which onigiri stuffing is superior (team tuna always wins). And soon summer is over and a whole year had gone by, your feelings for him have grown to the point you need to tell him soon or you’re afraid you might explode. But when? He has so much going on for him you felt like you would never find the perfect time to tell him. Time slips by and before you know it there you are watching Suna play in the Interhigh tournament. You had been to a few of his games before and they were amazing to watch, not to mention how good he looked when he played. His toned arms and thick thighs had you in a chokehold, to feel those arms around you, to feel that body pressed against yours, to feel his heartbeat and his hands holding yours. You were down bad. 

During the Interhigh finals, you watched as victory slipped through their fingers, they were so close. But the team didn’t seem to be too bothered by this loss, they were still smiling and laughing with each as they walked off the court. You’re not exactly sure why but that was when you decided you had to tell him today. You head downstairs and you see the team walk out, you offer them some ‘good games’ and see that Suna is at the back. He surprises you by coming up to you and wrapping him arms around you. “Hey, y/n-chan, thanks for coming today,” he says. You freeze for a second but then return the hug, “anything for my suna-chan” you reply with a smile on your face. “By the way, I need to tell you something so meet me in the park when you’re done?” You say, you tried your best to sound normal, but you were pretty sure he could hear the nervousness in your voice. Internally you begged him not to laugh at you or make any snide comments and thank god he didn’t. He just replied with a “Yes sir!” plus a salute and said he would text when he was on his way.

In the park you go through every scenario you could possibly think of, what if he rejected you? Would you still be friends? If he said yes, he liked you back, what would happen then? Would he kiss you? Would he hug you? Does that mean you guys would be dating? Would he want to cuddle? Okay you were getting lost in your thoughts, just focus on the present y/n. As if to remind you of that fact, your phone chimes with a message from him saying he’ll be there in 10 minutes. Shit, this was actually happening. You get up do a few jumping jacks and jog around a little in hopes to calm down. 

“Y/n, what did you want to talk about?” You hear from behind you, you jump in surprise and let out a little squeal. “Suna-chan, you scared me! Don’t sneak up on me like that,” you chide. He looks good as ever, his face as expressionless as ever even though you know that’s just how he looks and that he actually has quite a bit going up in the brain of his. Here goes nothing…. you move your gaze to over his shoulder and start, “Suna-chan, I’m not sure if you noticed but I sort of….kind of…. Have a tiny, miniscule crus-“ That’s all he lets you get out before you hear his giggles, you focus on him and you feel like you’re gonna faint. when he sees you meet his eyes he takes a step closer to you and in your peripheral you see his hand come up. He cups your cheeks and the smirk drops from his face, “y/n-chan, you almost beat me to it. I feel the same way you do so you can tell your heart to calm down, I’m afraid you’re gonna have a heart attack at this rate,” he says. You stand there, your mouth drops a little to form an O. “Lost for words? That’s ok, we don’t need words for this,” Suna says as he lowers his head to place a light kiss on your lips. You feel his other hand come around your waist to pull you closer and his hand on your face goes into your hair and cradles your head as he guides your lips back to his. It feels so soft and so intimate. you raise your hands and snake them around his neck and deepen the kiss. It feels so good, you feel like you’re floating. This is better than anything you thought of, it feels like tiny fireworks are going off in your brain, it feels like so many things are being said with no words (in true suna fashion imo). After god knows how long, your mouths separate, both of you panting, foreheads resting against each others. “Y/n-chan….. “ I know sun-chan, that was….”amazing,” he finishes. He re-adjusts himself so that youre wrapped in his arms now. You could stay here forever. 

[vendekin11]

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[sturnswrites]

protective!matt bringing innocent!reader dinner after she has been working all day...

The day had been a blur of swatches, sketches, and mood boards as you worked on the redesign of Matt’s office. You’d lost yourself in the details, so focused on creating the perfect blend of modern sophistication and timeless charm that you barely noticed how late it had gotten. The rest of the office was quiet now, most of Matt’s employees having left for the day, leaving only the soft hum of the city outside to keep you company.

You were startled out of your concentration by a light knock at the doorframe. When you looked up, there he was, Matt, leaning casually against the doorway, a paper bag in one hand and that ever-present intensity in his piercing blue eyes.

“I figured you probably haven’t eaten,” he said, stepping into the room. His voice was warm, but there was a trace of concern laced beneath the cool façade he always seemed to wear. “Thought I’d save you from living on coffee and whatever vending machine snacks you’ve got stashed in your bag.”

You blinked, surprised by the gesture. “You didn’t have to do that,” you murmured, a shy smile tugging at your lips as he set the bag down on the desk in front of you.

“I know,” he said, his voice softer now, as if he didn’t want anyone else to overhear—even though there was no one else around. “But I wanted to.”

As he pulled out the takeout containers, you caught the faintest trace of his cologne, clean and warm, like cedarwood and something unmistakably Matt. The scent stirred a sense of familiarity, a reminder of the boy you used to know and the man he’d become.

He sat down across from you, his tall frame seeming to fill the room with an understated authority. “So,” he said, opening his own container and leaning back slightly in his chair, “how’s it coming along? Is my office going to be the talk of New York?”

You laughed, the sound light and genuine, and for a moment, you forgot how easily he could disarm you. “I think it’s coming together,” you said, gesturing to the sketches spread across the desk. “Though I didn’t expect to be here this late.”

“That’s why I brought reinforcements,” he said, gesturing to the food. “Can’t have you passing out in the middle of a design meeting tomorrow.”

The two of you ate in companionable silence for a while, the awkwardness that had lingered between you since you’d reunited slowly giving way to something warmer, more familiar. He asked about your work, about your life since high school, and you found yourself opening up to him in a way that surprised even you.

And when the conversation lulled, and you caught him watching you with an expression you couldn’t quite place—part curiosity, part something deeper—you felt your cheeks warm under the intensity of his gaze.

“What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips. “Nothing,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “Just... I missed this. Missed you.”

Your breath caught, and for a moment, you weren’t sure what to say. But as you looked into his eyes, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you’d missed him too.

[eldritch-spouse]

Okay hear me out-

Obie's first meeting with his future obsession who works as a dishwasher at his favorite place to eat on the surface.

He makes his way to the restaurant after a long day, just looking to order a bunch of food and chow down only to be told they're already closed for the evening.

Obie's upset, hungry, kind of embarrassed, and decides to just go back to his hotel and raid a vending machine. He takes a shortcut through the alley behind the restaurant... Only to run into you. Covered in sweat and grime, sitting on an old crate and taking a much needed break after being on your feet all day, mustering up the strength to get back in there and finish cleaning the dishpit.

You're reading through some ratty old paperback with some music playing softly from your phone; a bag of leftovers that you saved before it was dumped sits next to you.

You notice him, lock eyes, and already know why he's here. "You're a regular, right? I've seen you around before while I was bussing tables. You didn't make it in time, huh?" You hesitate for a moment, contemplating your next action. "You want these?" You say as you hold up your leftovers. "I know how much it sucks to be hungry and have nothing to show for it."

Obie's in shock: you're nice to him, you're listening to good music, AND you've given him food? He can practically hear the wedding bells lol

(I have a lot of experience as a dishwasher in a busy restaurant, and pin let me tell you those alley way hype ups before cleaning the dishpit alone always hit lol)

[Music in general is pretty good for hyping and getting through long hours. Though if you're anything like me, you're really anal about what you pick and end up wasting some time.]

This is such an adorable idea, I'm in love with it.

Obie might actually start showing up late more, sacrificing his chance to eat some of his favorite meals just so he can spend time with you instead, keep you company in those special minutes before you head in, show you new music even.

After the second or third time, he brings you food back, loads of it. You don't really grasp the meaning of it, of this reciprocation. Hell, you didn't even understand the first gesture of courtship you made towards him to begin with. But Obie can pretend, Obie can have this little happiness for himself.

He smiles softly as he watches you eat his offering rapidly, crooked tail wagging slowly as you talk with your mouth full about the dipshit clients you had to face today.

He doesn't even realize what he's doing before the words are out of his mouth.

" You're amazing... Do you wanna come over for dinner tomorrow? "

[arctic-hands]

More than 400 food products sold under dozens of brand names were recalled due to possible Listeria contamination, the US Food and Drug Administration announced Friday.

The recall by Fresh Ideation Food Group LLC includes ready-to-eat sandwiches, salads, yogurts, wraps and other products sold in nine states and Washington, DC, from January 24 through January 30.

...

The recalled foods were distributed in Connecticut, the District of Columbia,Maryland, Massachusetts, New Jersey, New York, North Carolina, Pennsylvania, South Carolina and Virginia, according to the FDA.

The products -- which included items like bacon, egg and cheddar muffins, breakfastcroissants, tuna and chicken sandwiches, and fruit cups -- were sold in stores, vending machines and by transportation providers, according to the company.

"All recalled products have a Fresh Creative Cuisine label and/or identifier on the bottom of the label with the Fresh Creative Cuisine name and a fresh through or sell through date ranging from January 31, 2023 through February 6, 2023," the company said.

[chrisbitchtree]

A Reward

For @harringrovelovefest day 4

Prompt: Chocolate lava cake

T - 1k

***

It had started not long after Billy woke up from his coma in late August. The days spent in his hospital bed were long, and the nights were even longer, only broken up by the rotating cast of nurses and doctors visiting his bedside to poke him and prod him, make sure he had enough medication, and write down their findings on their charts before scurrying away to wherever they hid out when they weren’t trying to study the effects of getting possessed by an interdimensional monster on a teenage boy’s body.

His only saving grace in the early days was his visitors. Even if he wouldn’t admit it, preferring to stare at anyone that dared enter his room with an angry scowl on his face, the hours that Max and El, Hop and Joyce, little Byers, and Harrington spent sitting with him, talking, watching the small TV mounted on the wall, and in Harrington’s case, eating the Jell-o off his food tray, meant more than Billy could ever put into words. Looking back, he’s sure that he would have lost his mind without their company.

One night, just as visiting hours were winding down, Harrington slipped in the door of Billy’s room. Billy was starting to think that Steve must have an in with the hospital staff, as this was a regular occurrence, and no one ever told him to leave before he was good and ready.

They were talking about the fancy dinner Steve’s parents had made him go to the night before, and he mentioned that they’d had something called chocolate lava cake for dessert. Now, one of Billy’s guiltiest pleasures was his love of chocolate. He would consume it in pretty much any form, but this was something he’d never heard of before, let alone had, and told Steve as much.

“Oh man, it’s so fucking delicious, so sweet and gooey, you have to try it, man,” Harrington practically moaned, and ok, yeah, if Billy didn’t want to try it before, he certainly did now, if only to hear Steve moan like that again, because his only pleasure guiltier than his love of chocolate was his secret fantasising about getting Steve into bed.

“As soon as I get out of here, we’re getting me one.” Billy said, his voice full of conviction.

“I could just like, bring you one, you know, right?”

Billy shook his head. “Nope. I want to wait. It’ll be something to work towards.” Forget about walking again, or driving a car, or graduating high school. Nope, he was going to work towards having a chocolate lava cake with Steve Harrington.

“Alright then, it’s a plan.” Steve nodded.

***

From then on, it was a thing. Every time physical therapy felt like too much, his legs weak and shaky as he struggled to walk the length of the room, or he’d have a particularly upsetting therapy session, forced to talk about his dad and the Mindflayer, and all the other upsetting things swirling around in his mind, Billy would just think of sharing that hot, gooey chocolate with Harrington.

The fantasy would change, sometimes they’d be in a fancy restaurant like Steve had described going to with his parents, sitting across from each other, their feet tangled under the table, hidden from view by a long tablecloth, and sometimes they were at a small dinner party with friends, and other times, it was just them, alone in bed, naked after a good, long fuck, feeding each other the dessert by the spoonful. The one thing that never changed was the sense of hope and purpose that it gave Billy.

As the months wore on, Billy and Steve grew closer and closer, until one night, when the tension got so thick you could cut it with a knife, Steve bravely sliced right through it, sliding a hand behind Billy’s head and kissing him softly and sweetly, whispering sweet words of affection, and telling Billy how long he’d wanted to do that.

Billy could barely wait until Steve was out of the room, tasked with getting them chocolate from the vending machine down the hall before he buried his face in a pillow and screamed with joy.

***

Eventually, he confessed the silly fantasy to Steve, and it became a thing, Steve reminding him of it when Billy was tired and angry at the world, feeling like he was never going to get out of the hospital and back to a normal life. He would stand next to Billy at physical therapy and lean over, whispering to him that he just needed to remember the chocolate lava cake, and he’d feel completely ready to tackle anything again.

Then finally, there came the day that Dr. Owens came to his room with good news. He had a discharge date, February 14th. Valentine’s Day. Billy couldn’t imagine better timing. He woke up that morning with visions of chocolate in his head, but the day was so hectic what with leaving the hospital after one more conversation with Owens and the physical therapist, both of them gifting him with large sheathes of paperwork, and then getting settled into the spare room at Joyce and Hops place, that he almost forgot all about his plan by the end of the day, as darkness started to settle around their home.

But then, just as he was getting ready for bed, there was a knock on his bedroom door. He figured it was Joyce, trying to hand him yet another blanket, but when he turned the knob, there was Steve, holding the promised chocolate lava cake, accompanied by an already melting scoop of vanilla ice cream and two spoons.

Grins spread over both of their faces as Steve took a seat beside Billy on the bed, holding out the dish to him and handing over a spoon. Billy took it, scooping up a big bite. Holy fucking shit that was good. It was everything Billy had dreamed of and more, not just the dessert, but sitting there with Steve by his side. He was so happy in that moment that he’d never given up.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe” Steve said, capturing Billy’s lips in a kiss. Oh yeah, definitely worth never giving up.

[invertebrates]

bug toys!

alright, here’s my mini-guide to getting into the world of Weirdly Articulated, almost entirely Japanese bug toys.

some caveats:

1) most of these toys aren’t great for kids. they have a lot of small lose-able, breakable, poke-able parts and can fall apart pretty easily. 2) i’m in the US, so i’m not quite sure how to acquire these things if ebay and Buyee don’t work for you 3) ‘bugs’ for the purpose of this guide (and entire blog tbh) is any invertebrate why would i want fake bugs when i can get real bugs? 1) fake bugs don’t die and can be neglected forever. they will never bite, sting, poop on you, or be stinky (unless you make them stinky) 2) fake bugs can be handled constantly, they will not get stressed out or pick up any germs from you 3) fake bugs can be much larger than real bugs, or be species that would be impossible or unethical to own or breed. they can even be fun made up creatures 4) fake bugs don’t require any kind of tank, substrate or food, and they will not breed uncontrollably (or at all) 5) they cannot escape and become an invasive species 6) buying them doesn’t support shady or unethical ‘breeders’ who just take bugs from the wild (not saying all bug breeders do this, but it’s definitely a problem with certain kinds of bugs)

this is not to discourage any responsible bug-culturing you might want to get into, but for me, as a pretty depressed person without a lot of space, these are all big plusses!

onto the fake bugs

ikimono encyclopedia

unfortunately these photos will be some dark toys against dark backgrounds because i am a goth bastard and everything i own is black. sorry.

so, these being Japanese toys, I’m not entirely sure of the correct terms for them. these are pretty much just the search terms I’ve discovered over time that work to find them. as far as I can tell, Japan LOVES bugs and has a very enviable appreciation for them, they don’t seem to be considered nearly as gross or weird or bad as they are in the west.

these are a series gachapon or capsule toys. you can get all kinds of awesome little toys, which are often strangely detailed and often high quality, from vending machines in Japan.

here are some current listings from ebay to give you an idea of the variety and prices:

they also have a lot of cool fish and reptiles in this series. prices can be a bit steep, but you’re usually buying the whole set of toys pictured, not just a one-off. they’re usually a few inches, pretty well painted and articulated, and come as individually wrapped kits you have to put together. i will say, sometimes it is hard to snap the legs into place, so if you have hand/joint issues you might need some help putting them together. usually, a lot of these toys might be the same model but repainted, and sometimes there’s duplicates. the two mantises in my photo are from a set of 6, and there were 3 sets of 2 identical boys, so I could display one with the wings out and another one folded. they’ll also sometimes come with a little piece of clear plastic and a stand you can pose them on top of.

just from the sheer variety they offer, and relative affordability, this would probably be my first recommendation for getting into bug toys. they have beetles, mantids, caterpillars, wasps, ispods, crabs... i’d love some myriapod sets but we’ll see!

i usually grab these guys off ebay. they’re also available on Buyee and there may be more, cheaper options over there, but I’ve noticed with the import/holding fees, buyee and ebay come out to be about the same most of the time. (for anyone confused, Buyee is an English import service that lets you buy stuff off Japanese sites and auctions, since a lot of Japanese sites only want to ship inside Japan)

these are also just the gachapon bug toys from one specific company. there’s OTHER companies making other sets of really good bugs but I’ve had so much luck with just this one term I haven’t branched out much yet.

Fujimi Living Thing Arc

these are slightly bigger models made out of slightly harder plastic (well, the mantis is bigger; beetles are about the same as the ikimono guys) that are a bit more intricate to put together. they come with assembly instructions, but of course they’re in Japanese. you can pretty much follow along with the pictures though. the painting details aren’t quite as nice, but they have a bit more articulation. not as many choices with this set, though they do have a crawfish I wanna snag. they also have some goofy JP style monster dinos.

i bought these guys off hlj.com but it looks like they’re on ebay(and buyee as well I’m sure)

Revoltech RevoGeo

you’ll probably recognize this name if you’re into transformers or other toy collecting. these guys are gonna be by far the most expensive ($90-$120+) but they are extremely large and high quality. this one is super articulated, the individual leg joints and mandibles move, wings move, about the only thing that isn’t articulated are the individual little tarsomeres/feet segments or the abdomen segments. not as much choice here either, I think they have a beetle, ants, crab and a scorpion plus this wasp. these also come mostly assembled, you can usually just snap the wings on or maybe swap out a few parts (iirc this gal’s stinger can be removed)

i got her off bigbadtoystore.com, though they may be available cheaper elsewhere. BBTS is infamously a bit pricier than other toy stores but they’ve always been very reliable and quick for me.

this BIG isopod

this one won’t be as helpful. these may be part of the same series as the ikimono (they were just labeled bandai gachapon) but they are much larger, this guy’s like 5″, came fully assembled and is pretty articulated. they can even roll into a ball! all their little legs move! i’m pretty sure they’re meant to be one of the large deep sea isopods and man, a 1:1 revoltech model of one of those would be a dream.

completely fake bugs!

had to share my little starship trooper warrior bug collection :^) the big one and the one directly under it are 90s kenner toys I believe, the bottom-right one is a funko, the red one is from a tabletop set, and the guy on the left is a figma model that is unfortunately ridiculously expensive nowadays.

one nice thing about fake real bugs: there is not a crazy collectors market for this so this stuff should stay pretty affordable. unless real normal bugs somehow become a huge pop sensation i think it’s just us weird nerds that are into them.

other search terms to try: bandai insect insect gachapon (or gashapon) nature gachapon

that way you may be able to track down listings for individual toys that should be a bit cheaper! here’s a sample what bandai insect got me on ebay:

happy fake bug collecting!

you may noticed I haven’t mentioned one form of bug that has a lot of the same advantages as plastic bugs: dead pinned insects in shadowboxes. i do have some of these, but i am reluctant to support places selling them nowadays because few are ethically or responsibly sourced, and the same sellers often kill and sell endangered bats and other vertebrates for display. plus mites got into half the ones i had and turned them into dead bug dust. if mites ever develop a taste for plastic i will be sad about my collection but the world will be saved from a lot of nasty garbage so it would ultimately be a Plus.

so unless you personally know the person that pinned the insect, i would be very cautious about buying dead things from random online stores or dealers at ‘curiosity’ or ‘oddity’ shows and things like that, since it’s all sourced from alibaba and whatnot anyway. i swear i saw like 5 different people selling the same dead octopuses in orbs at the last curiosity show i went to. they are cool, but i have no idea where those octopuses came from and i doubt the people selling them did either.