#give you a small easy task to complete to get your cup

[misty-missdee]

Making you coffee asmr or something.

[sweettofuki]

Someday faraway | "I guess I have to know you, through the time and space"

pairing: Hoshina x afab reader genre: slow burn summary: After another successful mission with minimal casualty, your platoon celebrates the triumph over dinner. As time passes by, you notice Hoshina getting more drunk. How will the night end? warning: unestablished rs status

Laughter and the promise of future challenges filled the restaurant as the Third Division celebrated their latest victory. They had just completed their mission, subjugating a large class kaiju, and were now celebrating their triumph over dinner.

“No way. You’re talking out of your ass, Shinomiya. I was the one who landed the last blow to the kaiju!” you argued, your fist clenched and shaking them threateningly in front of her face.

“If my memory serves me right, you were dreaming. I landed the last blow with my axe!” she retorted, slapping your hand away.

You let out a growl.

“Now, now, ladies. There’s no reason to fight. The main point of this dinner is to celebrate our victory over the kaiju! Just enjoy the win.” Izumo said, his charming smile easing the tension.

“HAHAHAHA, I was hoping for a fight!” your vice-captain exclaimed.

“Vice-Captain Hoshina, you’re drinking too much,” Okonogi sighed. “you should go turn in for the night.”

“C’monnn Konomi, don’t be a party pooper,” he said, sticking out his tongue before taking another gulp of his drink.

Your ears perked up at their conversation. Tilting your head slightly, you took a discreet glance over at Hoshina and Okonogi, bringing the rim of your cup to your mouth as you listened. You took a once over at Hoshina’s flushed face and swaying body and sighed.

Over the past few months, something has been brewing between you and Hoshina. But describing your odd relationship is no easy task.

The day it started was the day you were transferred to his division. After a month of working closely together, you began to notice his lingering glances in your direction when he thought you weren’t looking, the light touches, or a brush of his shoulder whenever you passed each other in the narrow hallways. He always found ways to tease you, striking a nerve every time you talked. You couldn’t be sure if it was what you thought it was so you let time decide for the both of you.

Your last relationship left you shattered. It took a while to piece yourself back together, which is why you haven't confronted Hoshina about whatever this is. Right now, the subtle flirting feels comfortable, a safe haven compared to a full-on committed relationship. At least, that’s what you tell yourself to excuse your evidently growing feelings.

You haven’t told anyone about your relationship yet, and it seems neither has he.

“Hey, L/N. Are you alright?”

A soft voice interrupted your spiraling thoughts. You turned to find the owner of the voice.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine, Reno. Thanks,” you replied, giving a small smile.

“No problem,” he nodded politely.

“You looked like you were in a daze. I thought the alcohol got to you,” he teased, to your surprise.

“Hah, you won’t find me drunk that easily,” you smirked.

Engrossed in the conversation with Reno, you missed the way Hoshina tightened his grip on his mug, his eyes narrowing as he watched you laugh at something Reno said.

Meanwhile, a smile crept onto Okonogi’s face. She couldn’t help but notice the rising jealousy radiating from her colleague. Even though he hasn’t disclosed his feelings for you, Okonogi picked it up quite easily just from reading the tension in the room whenever both of you are present.

“You should just confess already. you’re literally pussyfooting around her,” Okonogi’s sudden voice startled Hoshina, making him jump in his seat.

“Oh, stop yappin’. I know,” he grumbled.

“Then what are you waiting for? Go to her!” Okonogi urged.

Hoshina waved her off before motioning to stand up, his legs trembling under his weight, barely holding him up.

“On second thought, maybe you should wait till tomorrow. It can wait,” Okonogi said, pulling at his sleeves.

“Nope, you called me a pussy, so Imma do it.”

“Pussyfooting! Read a dictionary!”

Reno was deep in conversation with you when he suddenly felt eyes boring into the back of his head. He shuddered, as if a cold, frosty wind had blown directly at him. You noticed his unease. Before you could turn around to confront the anomaly, you caught a glimpse of a hand gripping firmly onto Reno’s shoulder from the corner of your eye, leading your gaze up to Hoshina’s face.

You observed that he’s no longer swaying from side to side. His legs were planted firmly on the ground and his other arm hung loosely at his side. But his eyes…

“Vice-captain! Are you okay?” Reno called out.

“Yep, never been better,” he replied. He smiled down at Reno, but his usual friendly expression didn’t reach his eyes. They were dark and unreadable.

You couldn’t quite place the emotion swirling in his eyes. “Maybe this is how he always is when he’s drunk.” you thought.

"Is there something you need, Vice-captain Hoshina?" you asked.

"You," he replied, his emotionless eyes locking onto yours.

“….huh?”

“I need to talk to you privately regarding your recent performance,” he clarified smoothly.

“Oh-h, sure, Vice-captain,” you stammered, standing up slowly to hide your embarrassment. You felt Reno’s concerned eyes on you as you left with Hoshina. “Save my seat, Reno. I will be back,” you said.

Amid the noisy atmosphere, you didn’t hear the sound of Hoshina clicking his tongue in annoyance. “Tsk.”

As you stepped out of the banquet hall and into the open air, you breathed in a good lungful, your mind clearing as you breathed out, a satisfied smile spreading across your lips.

You were secretly relieved to be out of that stuffy room. Parties were never your thing, especially if it’s a small space cramped with a whole platoon. The combination of drunk people shouting and the unventilated air always gives you a headache.

Silence settled between them as they walked, their eyes glued to the ground, one step after another leading the way. No words exchanged, except for the fast, synchronized beats of their hearts.

After a while, you decided to break the silence.

“erm…Vice-captain Hoshina? Weren't you going to talk to me about my recent progress?”

“Oh, that? I just wanted some company for my walk,” he responded nonchalantly.

"Oh..." You squinted at him.

“Why are you giving me that face for? It’s nice to take a stroll after a big meal. And it was getting stuffy in there, don’t you think?”

“You sound like a grandpa,” you chuckled. “But yeah, it was getting noisy too. I don’t know how much more of Kafka’s drunken singing I can take.”

“Oh god, speaking of that old man, another second of his singing and I would’ve cut my own ears off, voluntarily,” he said, covering his ears dramatically.

Before you could control yourself, you let out a loud snort. Hoshina immediately turned toward you, a smile playing on his lips as you quickly covered your mouth.

You braced yourself for a teasing remark about your outburst…but nothing came. Despite his sharp tongue, you were surprised that he stayed silent.

You both continued walking in silence for the rest of the journey. (A journey you’re not sure where you’re heading.) Surprisingly, walking beside him wasn't as awkward as you'd feared. The silence between you was oddly comforting.

Then, he stopped abruptly, you nearly collided with his back.

“Well, thanks for walking me back to my room, l/n,” he said as he turned around scratching the back of his head.

“Huhhh” you exaggerated a sigh.

“I felt myself drinking too much tonight, so I needed to retire early,” he explained, smiling shyly, revealing his canines.

“Well…in that case, have a good night, Vice-captain Hoshina,” you said, bowing before turning on your heel to head back to the hall. But then you felt his hand clasp around your wrist, pulling you closer to him.

“There’s no one around, L/N. You can just call me Soshiro,” he said, tilting his head. His heavy bangs cast a shadow over half his face, highlighting his half-lidded eyes as they gazed down at you.

There was something about that look that sent a shiver down your spine. It was like an unsatisfied hunger simmering deep in his eyes.

He leaned in close, you could smell the alcohol on his warm breath.

“L/N…I need to ask you something,” he whispered softly, you almost couldn’t hear his words over your pounding heart.

You don’t think about the close proximity between the two of you.

You don’t think about the way he is looking at you right now.

You don’t think about the heat radiating from his larger hand encircling your wrist.

You don’t think about how you could hear his thundering heart, echoing from his firm chest.

“…yes?”

A heartbeat passed by before he spoke again. You prayed it is not what you think it is. It’s too soon to—

“Do I smell?”

You stare at him, dumbfounded, as you take in the smirk playing on his lips.

“Yeah, you reek. I’ve been holding my breath the entire walk here.”

He tilts his head and pouts.

“That’s harsh, l/n. Couldn’t you at least bother to lie?” he whined.

You let out another laugh. You didn’t expect the Vice-Captain of the Third Division to whine.

As your laughter died down, you glanced up at him.

A pool of dark chocolate eyes gazed back at you. Maybe it was the nervousness in your veins, but his gaze felt like it was cutting right through you.

Despite your earlier complaint—a slight exaggeration, perhaps—you inhaled deeply, savoring his scent to revisit later. Despite the lingering alcohol on his breath, he carried a rich aroma of sandalwood with a hint of cedar.

When he leaned in, you couldn’t help but notice how he towered over you, at least a head taller.

You’d never been this close to him before. He was always stationed 10 feet away, barking orders from above or hidden away in a control room. A mere glance if you were lucky to catch him in the corridor.

He gently cupped your cheek and swept your bottom lip with his thumb.

In that moment, you practically melted under his touch.

Your heart beats frantically like it’s jumping out of your chest, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it at this close distance.

Slowly, you reach out to brush his bangs away from his face, resting your palm on his forehead. You felt it heating up like crazy. It must be the alcohol.

From the look of his widened eyes, the way they stared hungrily at your lips, you were so sure that he was leaning closer to kiss you

But instead, his lips flirt past you, not before lightly brushing against your cheek. You hear the door behind you click open.

“Goodnight, officer L/N,” he murmurs softly against your ear, almost like a sigh.

He stepped past you into his room, the ends of his lips curled up delightfully as he noticed your flushed ears.

Once the door clicked shut, you crouched down, resting your forehead against it as you let go of a breath you didn’t realized you were holding.

“That bastard,” you muttered under your breath.

On the other side of the door, Hoshina slumped against it, burying his face in his hands.

“Ah…This is the last time I’m drinking,” he thought.

But as his mind began to clear up, one thought echoed louder than ever:

“I want her so bad.”

[kkongdakz]

“ IS THIS MINE? ” ft. ot9

synopsis : their reactions when they see you wearing one of their clothes.

ot9 x gn!reader, genre : fluff, warning : none, wc : 1.922

it's one summer night, after a long day of work, that jiwoong comes back to the apartment you share together. after unlocking the door, he is greeted by the smell of the meal you are preparing, and it's when he looks at you that he realizes, the shirt you're wearing is strangely familiar to him. « isn't that my shirt? » he said as he approached you, slipping his arms around your waist to give you a back hug. looking away from your pan to observe him, you notice that his gaze is even softer than usual, you seem to have touched his heart. shrugging your shoulders and offering him a smile before rising on your tiptoe to kiss his cheek, you finally get back to cooking, ignoring his wandering hands that slip under the shirt you're wearing to brush against your skin. « it doesn't matter, you're cute in it. » he says, placing a kiss on the bridge of your jaw.

when you left home this morning, you had absolutely no idea that it would rain cats and dogs as you left school. luckily for you, your best friend hao, had an apartment not far from the campus, to which you had a spare key. so, running as fast as you could, you reached the street where his building was located before inviting yourself into his completely deserted apartment. hao was probably still working as a private music teacher, so to make up for your sudden intrusion, you decided to cook him a nice hot meal. but first, you had to get rid of your wet clothes — you hurriedly rummaged through his closet, looking for something to cover yourself, putting on one of his t-shirts, you then headed to the kitchen to cook. an hour later, the apartment door opened, revealing a hao who wasn't all that surprised to see you here, « when i saw the weather, i knew you'd be here. » the radiance of his smile filled your heart with warmth as he approached you. placing his hands on your cheeks, he left a brief kiss on your forehead before looking you up and down, « isn't that my shirt? » you nodded and explained to him why you were wearing it, without noticing that his heartbeat had suddenly accelerated by the simple fact of seeing you warring his shirt.

working in a café wasn't always an easy task, especially when you come across customers who are either clumsy or too bitter to be at least a bit friendly. today was just such a day, when a customer had just jostled you and spilled the contents of four cups of scalding hot coffee all over your outfit. your colleague and friend hanbin rushed to help you, forcing you to go to the back of the store to change and check for any burns on your skin — you were so frustrated that you ended up crying when you realized you had no spare clothes left in your locker. finally deciding to rummage through hanbin's locker, you found at least one long-sleeved t-shirt which you hastily put on, quickly drying your tears. just as you were ready to get back to work, hanbin entered the locker room, approaching you with a look of concern on his face. « are you okay? » you didn't answer, just nodded, not expecting for a second that his fingers would slide over your face. raising your eyes towards him, you noticed that he was carefully inspecting your skin to make sure you had no wounds. « i'm fine, i promise. » you say in a small voice, as a relieved sigh leaves his lips, his hand slipping into yours mechanically. suddenly, he frowned, trying to hide the smile that appeared on his face, « is that my shirt..? » — before he could say or do anything, you placed a kiss on his cheek, slipping away into the breakfast room without answering. unfortunately, he never got to tell you that day that seeing you in his t-shirt had made him miss a heartbeat.

waiting patiently for your boyfriend matthew to return from his day's work, you began to feel seriously lonely and bored. and above all, you missed him terribly. so, to take your mind off things and wait for him to come home, you headed to his bedroom to hide under the sheets — but you suddenly came across his sweatshirt lying on the bed. without hesitation, you slipped it on and wrapped yourself in the blanket, smelling your boyfriend's familiar scent all around you. you really couldn't wait for him to get home so you could take full advantage of the little free time you had together. after long hours of waiting, the bedroom door finally opened, and you leapt from the bed right into his arms, matthew barely catching you with a crystalline laugh. « hey baby. » he said softly, pulling you close to him when you didn't want to move a millimetre away. after a second glance, he noticed that the sweatshirt you were wearing was the one he'd forgotten to take this morning on his way out — and he was far too happy that you were carrying him to say anything. but without much surprise, you could easily feel his heartbeat against yours.

the last thing you'd want to do is look for something decent to wear in taerae's closet. but it was a case of force majeure and you had no other choice. so after a long search and a few grimaces here and there at the ever-present errors of bad taste, you finally found a sweatshirt that wasn't so bad that you could barely tolerate it. before going down to the living room, you looked several times at your reflection in the mirror, while cursing about the fact that you've stained your beautiful new t-shirt and have to wear this instead. but in the end... the good thing was that he smelled like him — the same cologne on his clothes that comforted you. finally descending the stairs to throw yourself literally against him, snuggling into his arms, taerae's eyes instantly noticed that you were wearing one of her shirts instead of her sister's. « isn't that my shirt? » if your eyes could shoot lightning bolts, he'd probably be six feet under by now. but that was before you noticed his sudden shyness and silly grin, « it really suits you, wear it more often. » — and you couldn't say no to him, because he was far too adorable.

getting lost in ricky's dressing room wasn't something you had planned when you decided to spend a few days at his place. when all you wanted to do was find a piece of jewelry you'd left at his place sooner, you found yourself among his many sweatshirts and shirts. while you tried not to give in to the temptation to try on every item of clothing around you, a particularly pretty shirt seemed to call to you from the back of the closet, urging you to put it on without further ado. but what you didn't expect was to run into him as soon as you walked through the door. his catlike eyes settled on you, before a smirk played across his lips, his finger pointing at the shirt you were wearing, « isn't that my shirt? » pretending to look around you before shrugging your shoulders and looking up at him, you end up running far away from him as fast as lightning. unresponsive at first, ricky eventually looks behind him as he watches your silhouette move away, letting a mocking laugh escape him. « why are they running? they're cute in it. » — he said to himself before going back to his room to get dressed, thinking about how pretty you looked in his clothes.

something gyuvin would have loved you to do, but you always refused : you wearing his soccer shirt during his games. but doing that kind of thing wasn't your thing at all, especially when he was wearing the same shirt all the time. but maybe for once, for his very last game of the season, you could make the effort to wear his spare shirt with pride. without telling her, you slipped into his room with the help of his brother, to borrow it before going back home, slipping gyuvin' soccer t-shirt into your backpack. obviously, you did a little preparation before heading off to school, waiting outside the locker room door proudly wearing your best friend's player shirt. when gyuvin finally came out, his eyes instantly falling on your silhouette, the biggest and most beautiful smile was drawn on his lips. he approached you just as quickly, wrapping his arms around your body and sending you whirling through the air, « isn't that my shirt? » you nodded, laughing at his enthusiasm, before slipping your arms around your neck, « yes, it's yours. are you happy? » — of course he was happy, with you wearing his shirt, he was 100% sure of winning this game. « if i win, i'll kiss you. » he said suddenly, resting you on the floor before rejoining his team, without giving you time to reply.

« what are you doing here? » was the first thing gunwook said when he entered his room, finding you on his bed doing your homework. raising your head towards him for a few seconds, quickly returning to your math problems, you replied nonchalantly : « your mom let me in. » — the boy nodded and discarded his belongings before joining you on the bed, resting his head against your back. but it was at that precise moment, when it came into contact with the material of the sweatshirt you were wearing, and the logo drawn on it, that he recognized one of his favorites top. « wait y/n, » he began, tugging lightly on your sleeve, « isn't that my sweatshirt? » turning your gaze towards him, you raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on your lips. « yes, it is. what? you don't like it when i wear your stuff? » — gunwook's cheeks took on a rosy hue, as he quickly looked away. he finally dropped down beside you, clearing his throat as he busied himself on his phone, ignoring the sudden burning heat in his heart, « i don't mind, do what you want. » — the big baby trying to act like a man.. how cute.

thanks to the fact that one of your teachers was absent, you were able to leave school early — but unfortunately, that wasn't the case for yujin, who didn't have the same classes as you. so you decided to pick him up at school after spending some time with his sister at his place, but you didn't expect to be cold all of a sudden. so without question, you slipped on one of his sweatshirts before heading off to school, choco-banana milk in hand. after waiting a few minutes, yujin finally stood in front of you, one eyebrow raised despite a silly little smile on his lips, « isn't that my sweatshirt? » — shrugging, handing him the choco-banana milk to shut him up, you slipped your hand into his and dragged him behind you. of course you didn't notice his cheeks flushed slightly, until he spoke up, « keep it. it looks good on you. gremlins. »

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[luna0713hunter]

Some night,sleep comes easily to you.

On those nights,you don't need to do much;just the comfort of your bed,and a warm cup of tea is enough to lull you to sleep. On those nights,your dreams are vivid;a sound of laughter and a sunny sky. Everything seems easy on those nights.

But right now,as you lay in your bed and stare up at the ceiling in the dark,you wished it was one of those nights as well. But as the clock blinks and shows you the slightly too bright digits of 2:00 AM,and the several empty cups of tea,you know you wont get any sleep that night. And on the nights you can't sleep,dark thoughts always swarm your mind.

You turn your head away from the ceiling,only to bury it in the pillow by your head;and when you take a deep breath,the familiar scent of lavender makes you slightly dizzy.

Gods above,you miss Izana so bad.

Your boyfriend had texted you a few hours ago that he would be late,so you should head to bed first. But both of you knew that was impossible;ever since you two started going out, sleeping without one another was an impossible task. Ever since you experienced how it feels to have Izana's arm wrapped around your waist,your legs intertwined,and him whispering silly things in your ear only to make you giggle,you stopped bothering to sleep alone.

With another sigh,you turn your face completely in his pillow and you will yourself to not cry;Izana had his own stuff to worry about,he didn't need your whining right now.

You're so lost in thoughts that when you hear the familiar hum of the engine,you think you're only imagining things;after all, your boyfriend wont be home until the dawn,and you doubt anyone is stupid enough to go after you.

But when you hear not one,but three gentle taps to your closed window,you immediately jump out of bed and rush toward it. With a slight grunt,you push the windows open and let out a surprised gasp.

"Hey there, princess." Izana's silver hair shines brightly under the faint moonlight,but his grin is more blinding than any light. He's holding small pebble, seemingly having them thrown at your window "care for a ride?"

With a excited squeal,you rush down the stairs;still in your oversized t-shirt and shorts as you burst through the front door.

Izana's grin widens as he spots you,and immediately opens his arms for you. He lets out a low whistle when he sees what you're wearing.

"is that mine, babygirl?"

You let out a breathless laugh when he presses a loud kiss to your cheek.

"want it back?"

"heck no," his response is immediate as he wraps his arms tighter around your waist, "if you take it off I literally might die. In fact," he lets go of you for a moment before shrugging his jacket off and wrapping it around your smaller form. His grin is lazy and his violet eyes are hazy as he speaks next,

"looking good there, Captain."

Your cheeks flush deep red and you slap his bicep playfully; earning a loud laughter from your boyfriend. Your eyes soften when you see how young Izana actually looks like this;free with small tears on the corner of his eyes. And suddenly, you're leaning in and kissing him on the lips.

Izana lets out a surprised noise,but immediately kisses you back. His lips taste like strawberry,and you're guessing he probably had those candies he loves so much.

When you finally part,both of your cheeks are flushed,and a silly smile rests on your lips. Izana pecks your lips one last time before giving you the extra helmet he got for you when you started dating.

"ready to go, princess?"

You wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze once

"lets go, pretty boy."

And even on the nights where you cant sleep, you'll be ok.

For my lovely @milky-aeons

[skiiyoomin]

ʚSinopsis: You try to cook something for your boyfriend, but your plan backfires completely. Thankfully he´s there to teach you, but you get a little sidetracked in that lesson.

ʚContent: smut with little plot, fem! pet names, reader has female body parts, swearing

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a/n After a very long awaited time, as promised, here is a part 2 of Cook Sukuna! @better-imagination-9 this ones for you <3 this turned out wayyy longer than i expected, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless

The day you saw Sukuna cook for the first time, something sparked inside you. Your mind flashed with a sudden memory, of the chef from Ratatouille. "Anyone can cook" is what he quoted. If a rat could manage to cook like Gordon Ramsay, why couldn't you.

An hour later, your kitchen had paid the consequences of your actions. You had somehow managed to set your pan on fire and overcook the vegetables. Instead of delicious soft slices of carrots and onions, your eyes found hard black crispy pieces of what were supposed to be said vegetables. So the chef lied. Not everyone can cook. Damn him.

And if things could get any worse better, Sukuna had gotten home just in time to see the catastrophic mess you had made. Your attempt to cover the mess was absolutely futile, Sukunas eyes had already taken in the disaster, not like you could hide much anyway. To your surprise, instead of scolding you, he barked out a boisterous laugh, folding over hysterically.

Once his laughter turned into soft chuckles, he straightened his back and glanced around the kitchen once more.

"Wow, you are really bad at this"

He said between fits of chuckles, wiping a small tear from his eye. And if the massive blush on your cheeks wasn't an indication enough of your embarrassment, your figure turning around so your back was facing him definitely was.

In your defense, you wanted to do something nice....and you didn't realize just how bad your cooking skills were....

Strong buff arms circle around your waist. Sukunas chin nestles on your shoulder, his teasing grin never ceasing from his infuriatingly handsome face.

"Hey c'mon now dollface, you know I'm just messing with ya"

Out of pure spite and pettiness, you turn your head away from his sharp gaze, outright refusing to give in so quickly, you had too much pride for that. Sukunas own stubborness had him forcing you to turn in his embrace and tilting your chin up so your wide eyes were looking up into his own.

"Princess, don´t be so embarrassed"

His lips quirked up into that smirk that, out of your own free will, had your not very hard, in Sukunas expertised opinion, resolving in mere seconds. His smirk widened and his vermilion eyes followed your moves as you lowered your head with a sulk.

"Just wanted to do something nice since you always cook for me"

Your mumble was barely audible, but still loud enough that Sukuna caught onto it. Rough calloused hands cupped your cheeks and once more tilted your head up to his.

"How 'bout I teach you then?"

He suggests with an unusually soft smile, and honestly, who were you to say no? You get free cooking lessons AND get to see Sukuna cook, you´d be an idiot to turn that type of offer down.

With that said, you both got to work cleaning the mess you had previously made and instead opted for cooking a simpler recipe. And you would say you were doing exceptionally well with Sukunas guide, but truthfully, he was doing most of the hard work.

Sukuna, feeling your very blatant staring, smirked to himself and swiftly glanced at your figure by his side, supposedly mixing the veggies. He had a big enough ego, but the way your eyes intently followed his movements and the way you were practically drooling over him had his cock hardening in his pants.

He moved to stand behind you, his large frame towering over yours. With a strong hand on your waist and another above your own holding the wooden spoon, he began moving his arm in slow circles, helping you do a fairly easy task.

Nevertheless, your mind was focused on anything but the task at hand. Instead, you were fixated on the feeling of his buff chest pressed against your back, on his hands on you, of his strong cologne filling your nostrils and blurring your senses.

You gulped, your breath picking up its pace and your chest beginning to rise and fall in uneven paces. And of course, ever the so perceptive man, Sukuna noticed. In a teasing motion, he began pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck, knowing fully well that it was your weak spot. Your hand trembled as you slowed down the pace of your stirring, too focused on the feeling of his soft lips against your sensitive skin.

"Who said you could stop dollface?"

His low deep voice tingled in your ears, his warm breath causing a shiver to run down your spine. With a small whine, you attempted to speed up your pace, but Sukunas teasing didn´t cease, and your senses didn´t clear up, rendering your simple task to be impossible.

A soft whine escaped past your lips as he gently suckled on the side of your neck. His hand left its place resting above your own and instead made its way underneath your loose shirt. Goosebumps rose up at the sensation of the pads of his fingers feeling the warm skin of your torso, soon enough finding its way to his target. Despite the coverage of your bra, Sukuna had no trouble finding your hardened nipples and rubbing his thumb above the smooth silk of the fabric.

Much to his pleasure, your body trembled and your back straightened, the soft whines continuing to errupt from your throat. His other hand that was previously resting on your waist, made its way down the opposite direction. The movement caused you, in an embarrasingly instinctive motion, to spread your legs apart just enough to grant him space. With a low chuckle, his long fingers slipped under the soft fabric of your panties, massaging in a taunting motion your bundle of nerves, feeling the arousal that had pooled in your panties a while ago.

Your whines turned into soft timid moans that filled the silence of the kitchen. The movement of his lips on your neck didn´t stop as he continued to pleasure you. Instead, he turned the fire off and flipped you around to face him. Manhandling you with ease, he grabbed the back of your thighs, propping you up on the island and going straight for your neck once more. Without a moments hesitation, he began to lower your shorts and panties, revealing your achingly wet pussy.

Sukuna felt his painfully hard cock twitch at the mere sight, and without a single second to waste, he lowered his own pants down until his large cock slapped against his stomach. No matter how many times you had seen him, you could never get over the drooling sight of his long and thick cock. He had one or two prominent veins and the most beautiful achingly red tip that had your thight cunt throbbing to feel him inside.

It was almost as if he read your mind, because almost immediately, he lined himself up to your entrance and propped his tip inside. Even the feeling of his tip had your back arching just the slightest bit and your breaths turning into small pants.

You let out a long whine as he pushed the rest of his length inside, his words edging you on.

"Fuck babygirl, your pussys so tight"

He groaned low in your ear, thrusting at in increasingly fast past that had you seeing stars. He grabbed the back of your knees and pushed them up to your chest, folding you with ease. The position let him pound into your pussy mercilessly, the feeling of his cock filling you to the very brim sending you over to cloud 9.

You screamed out his name like a mantra, loud enough that you were certain the neighbours could hear you, but it´s not like you could stop, not with the way he was practically fucking your brains out.

"Shiiittt, taking me so good, you like that huh? Like the way im spreading you open?"

You could only answer with more moans, his dirty words clouding your mind and his tip slamming in your g-spot making you dumb.

Feeling your cunt squeezing him tight made him see stars and his cock twitch, signaling his reaching orgasm. You weren´t too far off as you arched your back and threw your head back, your pussy unconciously squeezing even more.

"mmgh ´Kuna m´ close"

Is all you can manage to whine out between moans, the feeling of the knot forming in your stomach overfilling your senses. With one last hard thrust, the knot snapped. Your body twitched and writhed uncontrollably, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Sukuna grunted lowly as he spilled his cum inside you, filling you up to the very brim, and the sight of his hot sticky seed dripping down your hole as he pulled out was enough to get him feeling aroused again.

He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. When he looked up, his eyes were darkened with renewed excitment.

"Don´t think i´m finished with you just yet princess"

You had a looong night ahead of you.

[texas-gothic]

Dracula Daily - May 3: Chicken Paprikash!

Welcome boils and ghouls to another year of Dracula Daily. It is the 3rd of May, and as our dear friend Jonathan treks his way across Central Europe, bound for ominous castle of Count Dracula, we encounter the first real star of this most foundational gothic novel: a spicy chicken dish fixed up with paprika. That's right, everyone! It's time for Chicken Paprikash!

Earlier this week, most of you (or at least I'm assuming most of you, because holy cow did a lot of y'all pile in after I posted it) will recall my guide to gathering the ingredients for this most essential of Dracula Daily Dinners. Tonight, we will discuss it's preparation, and whether or not the deviations I have made from the previous cycles rendition will pay off or not. So, if you've got those pots and pans ready, let's go!

Lets begin with the equipment you'll need for preparing Chicken Paprikash.

All the usual suspects are here. Knives, cutting board, some whisks and woodem spoons, a couple of bowls for ingredients. But the real stars of this show are going to be a large dutch oven, and a large building pot. Examples of these can be see in the photo above.

Once you have all your equipment ready, it's time to move on to the most annoying part of every dinner. It's time for...

Part One: Mise En Place

Cooking can be hard, or cooking can be easy. It all depends on how well prepared you are. If you have everything you need ready beforehand, actually cooking the meal can be a breeze. Sadly, this process will usually take up most of the time you spend making dinner. Is it worth the peace of mind later on? Probably, but I've never passed up a chance to gripe.

So, what all must we prepare for our Chicken Paprikash. Let's make a list:

Roughly 2 Pounds of Chicken Thights (salted preferably 1-4 hours beforehand)

2 Cups of Chicken Broth (or Stock)

2 Medium Yellow Onions (Chopped or Diced, to your preference)

2 Roma Tomatoes (Diced this time, with their seeds removed)

2 Hungarian Wax Peppers (Diced as well, be sure to remove those seeds unless you want to go for a ride like dear Jonathan)

2 Cloves of Garlic (Minced) (Don't let your desire to protect yourself from the undead lead you to add more, garlic is one of those flavors that can radically alter a dish in only small quantities)

About half a stick of butter (Though for this task you could substitute with some kind of oil or lard. Lard will make this dish even more rich, but butter is the easier option.)

3/4 Cup of Full Fat Sour Cream

1/4 Cup of Heavy Whipping Cream (make sure to shake your carton beforehand, this stuff gets clumpy if it's left undisturbed)

3 Tablespoons of All Purpose Flour

4 Tablespoons of Sweet Hungarian Paprika + 1 Tablespoon of Hot Hungarian Paprika (Stirred together for ease later on)

Salt + Pepper (To your liking)

1 Bag of Spaetzle

With all this completed, it's time to get started in earnest

Part Two - Get Cooking

Alright, with all our ingredients in hand, its finally time to start cooking.

The very first thing we're going to do is brown our chicken thighs. Set your dutch oven over a large burner, and get the heat up high. When ready, turn the heat down to medium or medium-high. This change is important, unless you want to smoke out your kitchen. Remember, smoky paprika is great, but nobody likes smoky dry wall.

Once you've prepared your pot, and lightly brushed your thighs with a high heat cooking oil (I prefer avocado) begin to brown them. Lay your thighs skin-side down for 45 seconds to 1 minute. Any longer than this risks burning the skin. Repeat in batches until all your chicken thighs have a nice crispy exterior.

(Sadly, this is where the demonstration photos stop. Turns out, a breezier cooking schedule doesn't leave much time for snappy pictures.)

Once you've brown your thighs, remove them and set them aside. Now, it's time for the real corner stones of this dish. Take that half a stick of butter you have sitting around, and give it a good swirl around the bottom of the Dutch oven. As the butter melts (this will be very quick, so you must act accordingly) do everything you can to scrape up the delicious fond left over from browning your chicken. This residue will add flavor to our dish.

The moment your butter has fully liquified, and coated the whole bottom of your dutch oven, add in your onions. These we will stur around and fry until they are a nice golden brown. You can use this time as well to keep scraping up that fond on the bottom of the pot. Make sure to keep the heat on medium throughout.

Once your onions are nice golden brown, add your tomatoes and hungarian wax peppers. Stir these around with the onions and allow to cook for 2-3 minutes. When you begin to approach the last 45-30 seconds, add in your garlic, and cook until fragrant, but not a moment longer.

This next step is crucial. Remove your dutch oven from the heated burner, and allow to cool for roughly 3 minutes. Paprika is something of a tender spice, and it scorches very easily when heat is applied to it. Once the pot is no longer smoking hot, stir in the combined Paprika, and give it a good mix around all the ingredients in the pot. When you have finished, return the dutch oven to the heated burner.

Return your chicken thighs to the pot, and pour in the 2 cups of chicken broth. The thighs should not be entirely covered, but mostly. Bring the pot to a boil, and once boiling, cover, reduce the heat to medium-low, and allow to simmer for a little under an hour, about 40 minutes.

Now, while this is happening, we will prepare our dairy thickener. In a bowl, mix the sour cream, heavy whipping cream, and flower. I prefer to use a tiny whisk for this task, as it does a very good job of moving through every part of the mixture, and combating any clumps from forming. A normal whisk should still work.

While you wait, you're going to pour about a quart of water into that steel pot, and bring to a boil. About 28 minutes from the completion of the paprikash, stir in your spaetzle to the boiling water. Allow to sit, undisturbed for roughly half an hour.

Once the 40 minutes are up, once again remove your chicken from the pot, and remove the dutch oven from the heat. Allow to cool once more, which will prevent your dairy mixture from curdling. Once cool, mix in the cream. Return the chicken to the Dutch oven, place the cover back on, and allow to heat through. About another 5-10 minutes.

And just like that, we're done! Now, let's find out how we did, shall we?

Part Three - Paprikash

This is how mine turned out. And I'm happy to report that my experimentation payed off! The heat really comes through this time, creating that good warming feeling you should get from chicken paprikash. The paprika is warm and smoky, and the chicken is tender and delicious. I'd never had spaetzel before, but I really liked it. It's still not as spicy as our good friend Jonathan described, but I think it's time that I stop differing to the opinions of a 22 year-old English orphan when it comes to any kind of cuisine.

The August Kessler Spatburgunder (Pinot Noir) proved to be an excellent pairing. The wine possesses a splendid earthiness, and it makes a beautiful partner for that smoky paprika flavor.

Well, that about does it for this year's Chicken Paprikash. Did you make Paprikash this year? How did it turn out? Anyway, I'll be making a dedicated effort to make more conversational posts with the program this year, and I cannot wait to discover what rocks we'll turn over this time around.

Join me on Sunday when we'll be diving into Tokaji, the Hungarian desert wine Dracula serves to Jonathan Harker at the end of his, if I may, strange journey.

Happy Dracula Daily, Everyone!

[starfirewildheart]

The Wolf and the Flame

Summary:

sex, first time, tender, loving, hot, sex, be warned.

Chapter 10

Geralt and Naurel made their way back to the keep stopping along the way to kiss and tease each other. Once inside he took her hand and was about to start up the stairs when Vesemir put his hand on his chest stopping him. “You need to talk to Eskel, wolf, and work out the problem. I don’t know why the tension is there but it will only fester if it’s not addressed.”

Geralt did not want to have this conversation right now but respected Vesemir enough to listen. “I will try again but he…” Vesemir cut him off, holding a finger up in warning.

“I will tell you just like I told him. I am giving you one more chance to fix this yourselves but one more fight and I will bend you over the table in the dining hall and tan your hides just like when you were kids.”

Geralt could feel the heat in his face as a stunned embarrassment washed over him momentarily but he quickly composed himself. “I will try, I promise.”

Vesemir put a hand on Geralt’s should and smiled as he glanced at Naurel, whose hand was still clasped in Geralt’s then looked back at his charge. “You can do it later. Go,” he nodded his head to the stairs laughing when the two took off like teenagers.

Naurel was laughing by the time Geralt pulled her into his room only stopping when he kissed her. He pulled her cloak off and tossed it aside and did the same with his own without breaking the kiss. They swayed together like they were dancing until his hips came to rest against his small dresser. He sat back against the top of it and pulled her between his thighs as he reached for the buttons on her shirt. Her heartbeat was faster than a hummingbird and he could feel her trembling so he pulled back to look down at her. “Are you ok? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

She shook her head but couldn’t look him in the eye. She was scared and didn’t know if she could tell him because she felt so stupid. “I want to, believe me. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

He pondered her words and how they didn’t mesh with her actions and came to a conclusion. “You’re afraid I will hurt you. Of course, it makes sense because I’m a witcher and I’m strong but I promise I will be easy with you. I will watch my strength when I hold you and..”

“Geralt, no.” She stepped back between his thighs and cupped his face in her hands. “I’m not afraid of you. I know that you would never hurt me and I trust you completely.”

The fact that she said those words with such surety made his heart quiver. “Then what's wrong?”

“I.. you…” she really wanted the floor to open up and swallow her right now.

“You can tell me anything, my love.”

“You’ve been with Yennefer and Triss and I’m sure a lot of others.”

“That was in the past. I love you and only you,” he reassured her.

She reached out and gripped in carefully, looking up at him through her lashes when he gasped. His eyes were lidded and glazed with desire and it spurred her on. Her experimental stroke was gentle and guarded not wanting to hurt him but he had other ideas. His large hand closed over hers adjusting the grip of her hand to a much firmer hold than she thought he’d like then he guided both their hands up and down the hard shaft. The veins below the skin felt like small ridges to her palm and on each downstroke, the wet, pink tip peeked out of the top. Something in her just had to know how it tasted so she gave the tip a small kitten lick. The moan he let out sounded heavenly and she wanted to hear it more.

Geralt forced himself to stay as still as a statue while she explored his body. He didn’t want to scare her and was trying to be patient and give her time to learn him. That was a task that was getting harder and harder by the second, literally. When he felt her tongue against his head he couldn’t hold back the moan and he nearly lost it when she looked up at him from between his legs. It was a sight he’d never get enough of. He had to grip the edge of the dresser when her mouth closed over him and she started sucking. Her tongue curled around his girth and sent a chill up his spine and a flame in his belly as she started moving her head. When she gently cupped his balls and rolled them in her hand he heard the wood of the dresser creek from his grip. “Fuck!”

Naurel continued sucking him getting brave enough to go deeper and deeper until she gagged herself. Making yourself puke on your lover was not in her planes so she adjust her depth and was quite enjoying her task. It wasn’t until she heard the wood of the dresser almost splinter that she paused and looked up at him, cock still in her mouth, in question.

“Fuck,” he moaned again at the sight and grabbed a handful of her hair in his right hand to anchor himself. “Don’t stop,” he urged. He was so worked up from all the sexual tension all this time that he was so close that he knew it would be better to go ahead and cum than he could take his time with her. His witcher libido never failed him. He’d be hard again in no time. It took all his strength not to give in and just fuck her mouth but it wasn’t long until he felt the coil in his belly and his balls start to tighten. Giving a gentle tug on her hair he panted, “going to cum” in warning. She didn’t stop and that was somehow even hotter. One last suck and he was shooting his seed in her mouth was a loud moan.

Naurel swallowed the bitter seed and continued sucking spurred on by the sounds he was making but they suddenly started to sound more pained than pleasurable so she let him slip from her mouth. The sight she was greeted with was the hottest thing she’d ever seen in her life and made her moan. Geralt, panting and boneless looking more relaxed than she’d ever seen anyone was a Geralt she needed more of. Getting to her feet she pulled him into a hug kissing his neck lazily while he recovered. It only took a few minutes before his grip on her tightened and he stood, spinning them so that she was now sitting on the dresser.

“You are amazing.” He grinned as he pressed his forehead to hers before kissing down her cheek and whispering, “My turn.” He kissed every inch of her skin as he bared it before standing back and admiring her for a moment. He held his hand out to her helping her down and then carrying her over to the bed. Once he laid her on the soft blanket he lowered himself over her. Kissing down her body he laved each breast sucking and teasing her nipples until she was breathless. He loved the way her body arched as he continued moving lower pressing kisses everywhere. Taking his hand he repositioned her legs so that they were spread and kissed the inside of each thigh,

Naurel had a sudden realization of what he was about to do and she quickly snapped her knees together causing him to move his head out of the way. “Umm, what are you doing?”

He grinned, “experiencing. Relax love,” he soothed and pushed at her legs again,

“Umm experiencing with your mouth,,,there?”

“Yes, if you will relax long enough. You’ll love it, I promise.”

“But umm…” she blushed wildly and gestured with her hands. “It’s umm all…”

“Wet?” He laughed when she blushed even redder. “I intend to keep it that way from now on. Wet and slick with your desire for me, ready to take me whenever the mood strikes,” he rumbled before delving between her legs and lapping at her folds.

She wanted to argue, to push his head away but his tongue was doing things that made her buck up against his face instead. His low humm of approval vibrated against that same spot and she couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out. Her legs seemed to have spread wider and lifted up of their own accord and Geralt took it as a good sign because soon she felt his blunt fingers joining his tongue. When the first finger slid into her it set off a sensation she’d never felt before. Everything seemed to drive her need to be filled, to get more touch, pressure, anything! She was a writhing mess by the time he had worked her up to three fingers and that burning coil of pleasure low in her body was taking on an entirely new feeling. It was like waves against the beach sending shock aftershock of pleasure through her as her body spasmed. “Geralt!”

By the time she clenched around him and coated his fingers in her release he was hard and dripping again as he pressed himself against the blanket for some friction. Once he’d coaxed her through her first orgasm he climbed back up her body. “I love it when you say my name like that.”

“That was…” she was breathless.

“Nothing yet,” he smirked and rubbed his hard cock between her wet pussy. “You ready love?”

“Please,” she rasped.

The slide in was wonderful. Sensations were on overdrive and she was so tight against him that he had to stop a few times so he wouldn’t cum. He kept kissing her and using his other hand to tease her nipples as he pressed forward but by the time he was fully seated the moaned gasps had turned into whimpers. “Shh love, that’s it. You’re taking it so good for me, So fucking tight around me,” he moaned as he reached between them and thumbed her clit.

It was a painful sting deep inside her as Geralt continued to fill her beyond capacity. She could feel him touching things deep inside her that nothing or no one had ever explored before and she wanted more but it hurt enough that she didn’t know if she could. By the time she felt his balls touch below where he filled her she was softly punching at his shoulder almost ready to tell him to stop but then he touched her clit again and it caused her hips to buck. The sensation was one she needed more of so she bit her lip and took a deep breath. “Geralt, please.”

“Please what, love?”

Her eyes flew open and the raw, powerful look in his eyes told her he was barely hanging on as well. “Please, fuck me.”

He growled and pulled her right leg over his hip so that she opened up more then pulled his hips back slowly before pushing forward again. Her moans urged him on but when her hips started raising to meet his Geralt knew he was about to cum. Wanting to be sure she came with him he reached between them and started rubbing circles over that bundle of nerves. She was so far gone that it only took a few times before she was cumming again soaking his cock with her release. Her body squeezed him impossibly tight and shuddered around him and with a few stuttered thrusts he came deep inside her as he bit the junction between her neck and shoulder with a growl. They stayed wrapped up together, kissing as they came down from their highs before he carefully pulled out and laid down next to her. He pulled her so that she was pressed to his side with her head resting on his chest. “Did I hurt you?”

“Never,” she panted as she looked up at him. “I love you Geralt.”

“I love you too, kitten,” he beamed.

“We are going to do this lots,” she informed him.

“Humm,” he smiled as his eyes got heavy.

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[rthritis]

Energy Conservation During Daily Tasks

Eating

- Eat smaller, more frequent meals throughout the day. For example, eat 6 small meals instead of 3 large meals. - Eat slowly. Give yourself the time you need to completely chew and swallow your food. - Fill cups halfway to decrease the weight you have to lift. - Support your elbows on the table while eating.

Grooming

- Sit to shave, comb your hair, and brush your teeth. - Avoid using aerosols and products with strong scents that could irritate your lungs. - Wash your hair in the shower. Tip your head forward keeping your elbows low and your chin tucked. - Support your elbows on the counter while grooming or shaving. - Use a blow dryer holder for blow drying your hair.

Bathing and Showering

- Allow plenty of time to shower. Consider taking your shower in the evening to avoid rushing. - Gather all the necessary items that you will need in advance, including your clothes. - Sit to undress, bathe, dry, and dress. - Avoid bending and reaching. i) Positioning your shower caddy lower so you can easily reach items when sitting to bathe ii) Use a long-handled brush to wash your back and feet - Use a hand-held shower head - Use soap on a rope or place soap in a nylon stocking and tie the stocking to your shower chair or soap dish. This eliminates the problem of dropping the soap. - Use body wash, shampoo, and conditioner in pump bottles for easy dispensing. - Take a shower with warm water - not hot! - Make certain your bathroom is well-ventilated. Leaving the bathroom door cracked can help with ventilation.

Dressing

- Allow plenty of time to get dressed. - Gather all the items you will need before you start. - Sit to dress and undress. - Avoid reaching overhead excessively. - Minimize bending by crossing one leg over the other, propping your leg up on the bed, using a step stool, or using long-handled equipment to help reach your feet. - Choose clothes that are easy to put on and take off, such as elastic waist pants, loose fitting or pullover tops, suspenders instead of a belt, and slip-on shoes. - Avoid tight clothes like belts, ties, tight socks, girdles, and bras if possible. - Avoid bulky, lightweight clothing and jackets if possible.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

MICROGRID GENERATOR - This old cylindrical generator waits with its fuel cap open. Makeshift electrical wiring runs out of its side and across the floor.

Pour fuel into the tank.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant assists you, holding the canister up to the fuel tank as you tilt. Dark brown viscous fluid pours out and the room fills with a chemical smell.

Item lost: LUM Fuel canister

MICROGRID GENERATOR - There's a red starter switch on the side of the cylinder and a start rope on the other side -- the lieutenant flicks the switch.

Pull the rope.

MICROGRID GENERATOR - The recoil start wakes the old generator up. The machine sputters like an old war horse before settling down to a rattle.

KIM KITSURAGI - "That should do it."

Task complete: Find fuel for the generator

+10 XP

Oh, right, we had a skill point I forgot. I'm putting into Perception. For lack of anything better to do I'm just trying to get all of the skill colored in now.

FELD "INSULAR" CONSOLE - A dim golden glow animates the console. Faint, like a ghost-light. 'Urgence -- Ouvert!' reads one dial key. 'Allumer', reads another.

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's on..." He smiles. "Turn: Emergency -- Open!"

INTERACING [Medium: Success] - Automatic boot.

3. Push: 'Light (Interior)'.

FELD "INSULAR" CONSOLE - The lighting in the room turns on with a sizzle. A dim, ambient orange.

4. Slide: 'Radio' dial.

FELD "INSULAR" CONSOLE - The dial slides under the dusty glass, dark and silent despite the power being on. You make out defunct stations on the UKV frequency. The words "FELD INSULAR" are written on the band.

2. Turn: 'Emergency -- Open!'

SMALL BLAST DOOR - The blast door opens with a series of clicks. A shaft of light appears, then widens, as the light shines in.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - A sudden wave of anxiety makes your skin crawl.

SHIVERS [Legendary: Success] - No, it's more than that. There's something there, waiting.

KIM KITSURAGI - "After you." The lieutenant gestures at the opening.

Task complete: Open the blast door

+10 XP

"Before -- outside. When we were walking across the sand, I felt someone watching me."

"What's there?" (Point to the door.)

"I'm scared."

"Let's go." [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "So did I. Not back there, but... I've felt it since we came here."

2. "What's there?" (Point to the door.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "I don't know."

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - A thin wisp of smoke rises from a charred black firepit... the wind picks up, then dies down again.

3. "I'm scared."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Don't be. I have a gun." He takes out his sidearm, checks the barrel, then holsters it again.

4. "I also have a gun."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I know. It was not easy to acquire."

5. "Let's go." [Leave.]

Walk slow. It might be dangerous...

Small white flowers blossom all around you...

A rubber dinghy. It's deflated, broken.

Hope in Work and Joy in Leisure

THE DESERTER - An old man wearing tracksuit trousers leans on the frame stock of his rifle. He gathers a big ball of spit in his mouth...

...then spits it out into the extinguished fire before him. He raises his black eyes, hooded by creased eyelids, to meet yours.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - Unclouded by cataracts -- his eyesight is sharp.

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - He's practically tearing up from spite. Hatred got the best of him a long time ago. This man hates everything.

"Are you the *fire-guy*?"

"You've retained your eyesight."

"Did you close the blast door?"

"Nice gun you got there."

"Sir, I need you to put down that gun so we can talk further. We're with the police." (Proceed.)

"I'm with the police. You can keep the gun, but keep it down. Not *one* move." (Proceed.)

"Sorry for disturbing you. Good bye."

THE DESERTER - "The what now?" He cups his ear. "I can't hear you."

"Did you recently tell two kids to put out their fire? Two twins."

"Nothing."

THE DESERTER - "I may have. All sorts of little rats have come sniffing around, trying to give up the position..."

+5 XP

Level up!

This (final?) level is going into Esprit De Corps.

SAVOIR FAIRE [Medium: Success] - The *position*? Sounds like a hiding place...

THE DESERTER - "Fire-guy..." He shakes his head. "Regressive bourgeoisie henchman. Can't even talk like a grown up."

2. "You've retained your eyesight."

THE DESERTER - "My eyesight?" He clears his throat. "Yes. Helps me see all the shit."

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - A shudder of disgust passes his right side. His left side remains motionless.

3. "Did you close the blast door?"

THE DESERTER - "I did," he breathes out with a wheeze. "And you opened it -- how?"

"I fuelled the generator. Then used the console."

"How did you know I was coming?"

THE DESERTER - "I should've burned that console down..." He shakes his head.

"How did you know I was coming?"

THE DESERTER - "Reactionary rock-and-roll music." He gestures north. "Playing on the water."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Told you we shouldn't play Sad FM."

"But you didn't say that, Kim."

"It was not rock-and-roll. It was Sad FM!"

"It was not reactionary. It was cool."

Say nothing.

KIM KITSURAGI - "I did."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - We have entered a world where he said you shouldn't. It is the only world.

2. "It was not rock-and-roll. It was Sad FM!"

THE DESERTER - "Sad FM, huh? I always hated that station. Phlegmatic, counter-revolutionary dirges... Sadness is a mental illness, a weapon of the bourgeoisie."

"The fascists were right about rock-and-roll. It *is* degenerate... Hip-gyrating mental illness music."

4. "Nice gun you got there."

THE DESERTER - "It's not nice, it's a piece of shit." He shrugs. "But it gets the job done."

"Is that a Belle-Magrave?"

"What make of rifle is that, exactly?"

THE DESERTER - "It's a Triangong 4-46."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - Southeast Samaran-made. Exotic. Must be defunct too. No modern rifle manufacturer of that name springs to mind.

KIM KITSURAGI - "A Samaran rifle... How did you get hold of one?"

THE DESERTER - "It was sent to us by our brothers in the Hsin-Yao Commune. Military aid." He pats the rifle.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Medium: Success]- It has stayed true to him. He can still make it sing.

5. "The Hsin-Yao Commune?"

THE DESERTER - "You heard me. It's good now. Like chalk wiped from the board." His gaze turns inwards.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Challenging: Success] - He's right. Almost no one remembers there was a third metastasis of the World Revolution, in the Safre Empire, extinguished in '06.

"It's not wiped from the board. *I* remember it."

Let it vanish.

THE DESERTER - "They wouldn't like hearing their name in your mouth. A damn dog..."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - The time will come to win his trust, comrade. It is not now. You need to take care of the gun first.

6. "Your weapon has stayed true to you. Mine has stayed true to me too." (Put your hand on your belt.)

THE DESERTER - "Yes, I bet you've killed a lot of people with it..." His eyes narrow. "...you fascist *fuck*."

"Have you come to make me one of them?" His grip on the rifle tightens.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - His right eye twitches -- with what? Fear? Rage?

KIM KITSURAGI - "We have *come* to ask you questions, nothing more." The lieutenant puts his hand on his holster.

"If you do not comply, we will take you in. Do you understand?"

Another spitball lands in the ashes. That's all the answer he gives.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - The danger levels here are hard to read. One moment he's a fire, the next -- a fire gone out.

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A/N: HI, ITS BEEN A WHILE haha... How've you been? AH. I HAVE MADE A HORRIBLE WONDERFUL DISCOVERY THAT IS BUGGY AI. We've gone too far ladies and gentlemen... and I don't care! I need to feed this hyper fixation. And why not share it with yall since we all seem down to clown with the clown.🤡 I cant believe this smh...☠️

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Summary: You've somehow taken the map from the Straw Hats and can now navigate to the Grand Line. But Buggy and his crew are hot on your trail. You can surrender the map, for a price of course... how far are you willing to go?

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"Oh, I've got you now." Buggy snickered as he walked around you, his finger running up your neck and chin to tilt your head up. You were currently chained up in the middle of his big top while he looked down at you.

"I didn't take you for an BDSM clown but you're full of surprises, Buggy. Well, hang on... Now that I think about it, it actually makes a lot of sense."

“ENOUGH!" Buggy yells pointing the knife in his other hand towards you. He narrows his eyes then lowers it gaining some composure. "Tell me where it is. I know you have my map,” He purred pacing circles around you. “I don’t want to have to hurt a pretty little thing like you. So tell me, darling,”

"Aw, you think I'm pretty? I'm flattered. But why are you still going on about that old thing?" I turn my head to look at him and smirk. "What if I could give you something better?" Buggy stops in his tracks and peers over.

"Ah, now you've got my attention, lass." Buggy's eyes narrowed slightly as you got his hopes up that he was finally getting "his" map back. "What exactly did you have up your sleeve? Go on," he urged, his gaze locked unwaveringly on yours.

"Well, not exactly up my sleeve... you might have to pat me down and search me first." I wink. "Though I think you would have an easier time if you took these off." I try to give a little shimmy but the chains limit my movement. "The only thing this is doing is turning me on."

Buggy's eyes widened at your teasing suggestion as his curiosity grew. He dropped the knife in his hand then reached into the back pocket of this pants and produced a key, hesitating for a moment but then impatiently unlocking the pad locks by your hands then gently removing your arms from the chains letting them fall to the ground.

Buggy looked you up and down with a hunger in his eyes, running his hands across your body. This only made him more determined to know what you were hiding. "Now then, lass, where might it be?" he inquired, a sly smile taking the corners of his mouth.

You tap your chin. "Hmm, why don't you try under my shirt?" I smirk and bite my lip. 

Buggy followed your instruction and slowly, carefully lifted up the hem of your shirt up to your chin, his fingers grazing your soft skin along the way. You didn't mind the depraved clown searching you, as long as you could complete your task you would do whatever it takes. Besides, a little cop n feel wouldn't hurt anyone. Might as well enjoy it.

His gloved hand sliding up your stomach then over to your sides, he pats them down with slight disappointment on his face.

Then there's a lusty glint in his eye as he reaches up and cups your breasts giving each one a squeeze. "Mmh." You can't help but let out a little sigh.

"Hmm, nothing there." Buggy pulls down your shirt and places his hands on his hips. "Where else I wonder?" He taps his chin as if to mock you. You roll your eyes and scoff. "Fuckin' tease."

Buggy reaches around your hips down to your ass he felt a small flutter of excitement as he spotted something concealed beneath the waistband at the back your shorts. "Right, and what's this, then?" he asked with a smirk, pulling out the precious map rolled up tight and hidden away. "Just what I was looking for!" he exclaimed happily jumping around in a circle, then rolling it up and pocketing it. "Wait a minute." His eyes narrow. "That was far too easy."

"You got what you wanted yes?" I cross my arms over my chest. "I suppose..." He takes a step forward.

"Let's see if there's anything else you have hidden away, eh?" Buggy said suggestively, his gaze lingering on your face.

You flush and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Try checking down below. There might be something waiting for you." I wink pulling at the waistband of my shorts. My heart starts to beat out of my chest.

Buggy raised an eyebrow and moved closer towards you, a devious grin creeping across his face. "And just what am I about to find below? Another map, perhaps?" he asked, his breath coming in short, sharp intakes as he teased you. His curiosity piqued, he leaned in closer towards you, his eyes taking in every inch of your body, his lips just centimeters away from yours. "Perhaps I should have another feel and see," he whispered seductively as his hands moved down the front of your torso and down towards your lower body.

I try not to make a sound but a small gasp escapes me as Buggy inches his fingers lower. Buggy felt a jolt of excitement as you let out the gasp, his mind racing with thoughts of what he might have uncovered below your waistband. His eyes look crazed and locked onto yours, in a swift motion, he suddenly swept his hands forward, sliding his fingers between the fabric and pushing it down toward your knees. "What do we have here?" he whispered seductively as he looked down at what he uncovered.

You wore a simple pair of underwear but it didn't make you look any less sexy to Buggy. You can see him lick his lips in anticipation.

"See Buggy, you can have your map, and you can have me." I reach out to caress his cheek.

Buggy's heart was racing as he looked down at what you were offering him. His eyes widened and he took a step back in surprise, his face becoming flushed.

"T-That's hardly necessary, my dear," he said softly, his hand coming up to cover your own delicate touch. "All I want is my map." He looked at you, searching your eyes to see if there were any ulterior motives to your offer. "You don't have to give yourself to me." He swallows looking you up and down. "But It's not like I'd be so bold as to refuse you, though," he chuckled. "Do you really have nothing better to do than to fuck a clown?"

You giggle and shake your head. "Oh don't back out on me now. Not after we've gotten this far." One hand holds the back of his neck while the other snakes down his abdomen then groin feel the bulge in his pants. Buggy's eyes widened as he looked down and spotted what you were doing, your hand moving further down his body. He froze, his heart racing. "Don't refuse me Buggy. I'm yours to take as you please." I say almost breathless and lean closer to him.

"B-But we barely know each other." "Has that ever stopped you before?" "You just happened to catch me in a good mood and besides, I'm a pirate. I've never..." he said, his voice trailing off as his eyes searched yours, trying to gauge your intentions. "What do you hope to gain here?" he asked, his gaze locked on yours as he struggled to make sense of your advances.

You snatched your hand back and sat down besides Buggy and sighed in frustration. He joined you looking a bit puzzled.

"Let me join your crew, be your second in command. I'll help you on any missions or schemes. I'll hold my own and promise not to get in your way. Besides" I take his hand in mine and squeeze. "Dont you get lonely out here on the sea?"

Buggy's eyes widen at your proposition and he looks down at your hand caressing his. "Loneliness doesn't bother a pirate like myself," he said calmly, though his heart was racing in his chest. "To take a strange woman on board? It certainly would be a unique experience."

I laugh. "I'm not that strange, am I? You're the clown after all."

"I suppose I am, aren't I?" Buggy joked, his tone light and playful. "Very well, you've proven yourself worthy. You shall be my second in command," he said solemnly. "By the way, I'm always game for some fun, just don't fall in love with me, or try to usurp my position and we shall get along just fine."

That exchange went better than you expected, perhaps to easily. It's obvious you two are playing the same game with different strategies. But you're not going to give up the facade like that. You can't afford to. Not until you finish what needs to be done.

"So, what's your name, my second in command?" he asked, a faint smirk on his face as he looked at you.

The names Y/N. I wink reaching out my hand which Buggy gently shook it, his eyes lingering on yours. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Y/N," he said with a slight bow. "Well, I suppose you know what comes next," he said with a slight grin.

You chuckle. "Oh, I think I do." Buggy flashes a toothy grin and shoots upwards.

"We must celebrate with a night of... wine and merriment! What say you, my dear?" Buggy extends his hand to you, a bright smile beaming across his face.

You nod. "Dont have to threaten me with a good time." I take his hand and he hoists me up. We take a moment to study each other, looking for something more in the others eyes.

Buggy laughed lightly, giving your hand a squeeze. "Shall we then?" he asked, gesturing away from the circus are and towards the Big Top ship docked in the port.

Inside, wine and food were already being prepared in anticipation of the evening's celebrations. Buggy looked down at you and smiled, his hand still in yours, your fingers laced together.

You enter the ship and Buggy pulls you up with him to the front of the bow. "Attention!" The crew pays no mind at first and continues to hustle around prepping the boat. Buggy clears his throat.

"QUUIIIEEEET!" Buggy screams making everyone come to a halt. "My crew." Buggy shuffles in his back pocket and pulls out the map lifting it high. "The map is mine!" Everyone erupts in cheers.

"We also have a new member of the crew." Buggy lifts up our hand that are still intertwined. "This is Y/N, my second mate!" Murmuring and whispers are exchanged amongst the people when one questions. "Uh, Captain Buggy? I thought I was next in line to become your second mate?" One of the crew mates ask. "Yeah well, you didn't find my map, she did. So you will treat her with respect as you would me. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Captain Buggy!" The crew responds. "Very well, I did it! It's time to celebrate!!" They cheer once more and continue the prep. Buggy hops down the stairs and turns back to you. "The food should be almost ready and I'm starved, you coming?" "Yes, just give me a moment to freshen up." "Okey dokey, but say." He hops back up the stairs and leans forward.

"How on earth were you able to get your hands on the map when my men couldn't?" He raised a brow, genuinely curious. "I have my ways." You winked. "That you do. Well, you'll have to tell me all about it later." I nod.

"In any matter, I believe a reward is in order, don't you think?" There's a gleam in his eyes that was present earlier putting butterflies in your stomach. "I agree. Now if you'll excuse me a moment." You bow. "I'll be back for the toast!"

You make your way to the bottom of the boat looking for a quiet place. Making sure you weren't followed you turn a corner and reach into your hair bun. There was a small box that when opened revealed a small transponder snail. You dial in a number and wait for the call to connect.

"Hey, I'm in. Buggy has the map." "Excellent." The man on the other end sounds pleased. "I'm expecting a report tomorrow evening. Do not deviate from the plan." "No worries, I got this in the bag." I smirk. "That fool has no idea what's waiting for him."

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A/N: You guys, I can't get this clown outta my mind fr fr. Fantasize about him 9-5 5-9😩

Do you want more? We've barely begun to scratch the surface, I have some ideas and want to ride out this Buggy train to the end of the line. Whereever that is!

[imaginaryari]

Meet Iris

this is old and i havent touched it in years and needs a touch up

Sunlight

A cup of milk tea in one hand and the other releasing the wards on her shop, Iris starts her day just like usual. Inspecting the shop to see if everything is still in place, prioritizing the garments she’s tasked with today, flipping the Open sign with a flick of a finger. The shop just has Tailor in a scripted font on the door and along with the wards to keep the humans in the area at a distance.

There isn’t much today. The finishing touches of a vest made from greenest grass and the scent of rain and a corset made from the blood of an ex. Her clients always have the most interesting requests but it’s fine. She’s the only one who can complete them without asking dangerous questions.

She calls the two clients in for final fittings and considers giving herself the rest of the day off. That is until a very pristine looking envelope sealed with a red wax stamp flitters onto her workstation. It pains her to open it and ruin the gorgeous seal but the request has high importance. New clients are exciting but royals seeking her out is unexpected.

“Greetings! I’ve seen your work and I’m most impressed with your waterfall dress. I have a request for a dress made from sunshine for my daughters wedding. She and her entourage will be on their way shortly after this letter gets to you.” ~ Queen Iliana

She recalls the dress mentioned fondly. The bodice was made with the blue stone of the north and the skirt the white rushing water that flowed, unrelenting. The most difficult piece she’s ever made. Until this request. Trust the fae to have near unrealistic goals.

Key word: near. She could say no, but the challenge is so deliciously tempting. — Collecting sunlight sounds easy in theory. Set a container out during the day. Wait. Cap before sunset. Enjoy. I guess you suppose collecting rainwater is easy too.

She usually uses sunlight to make accessories, small things to catch the eye. Headbands made of rays to mimic halos. So her items for collecting sunlight aren’t efficient for the task at hand. The pitch black jars seem to taunt her. It would take weeks to collect enough for the dress and then there’s the question of binding.

One thing at a time. She needs something bigger than a jar. And perhaps, assistance.

A bell jingles alerting the shop owner that she’s arrived.

“What can I do for you today Iris?” the shop owner asks.

“A cauldron,” the seamstress says. “The biggest one you can give me, Wanda.”

“Oh? What are you cooking?” Wanda asks, disappearing amongst her endless rows of shelves.

“Not cooking, I’m collecting sunlight.”

“…how much sunlight exactly?” Her voice yells over the aisles.

“Enough to make a dress.”

There’s quiet before Wanda returns with a cauldron more than big enough, wheeled to the front by a charmed flat cart. “Will this do?”

“It’s perfect as always Wanda.”

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It takes 5 days for Iris to collect the sunlight. Binding it into sheets right before sunset and then storing it away in a special black box. On the last day, she places a prism into the cauldron just to get wisps of a rainbow. The binding for rainbows is a lot trickier because colors want to separate. She succeeds, and thinks it would make a beautiful veil. She takes the next two days to rest.

Next is the spinning, her least favorite part. The wheel has seen better days but hasn’t retired yet. Another cup of milk tea and a playlist of songs of which their genres wouldn’t mix in a blender, she starts the arduous task. When the first ball of light is done she breaks. Stretches. Remembers to stay hydrated.

Moonlight

Collecting moonlight is even more taxing. For one, the moon is a slippery entity never in the sky where it was the day before and not always full. There is a cheat, although Iris wouldn’t call it a cheat. If anything it’s more work than waiting every month for the full moon. She’s on a time crunch and doesn’t have much time. The next full moon she finds herself by the water with crystal clear buckets and determination.

She fills the first by walking out into sea, along the moonlight path, and dragging it back the way she came. It’s heavy and she’s glad to rest it down in the sand to soak up any more of the moon's light. She takes a breath and reaches for the next bucket. Four more to go. The moon is high in the sky when her collecting is done. The buckets emit a silvery glow and she smiles tiredly. Satisfied that she’s gotten enough to work with and that she’s gotten enough exercise for the week, she carefully seals them and loads them into Wanda’s van. She crashes like the waves onto her bed when she gets home.

Working with moonlight is far easier. Shades are unnecessary as it is nowhere near as bright and moonlight is cool as opposed to the warm rays from the sun. Spinning is much smoother and she relishes the touch of the silver light and the shine it leaves on her hands.

Stardust

Oriana is a celestial witch. Quite in tune with the darkness of space and all celestial bodies. Iris and Wanda can tell just how powerful she is. It’s just that she spends her time among humans as an astrologist. A great hustle, for witches like her. She gets the money and sows tiny seeds of conflict and chaos. Iris has yet to formally meet Oriana and Wanda hasn’t spoken to her in years because,

“Your Scorpio sun and Gemini moon still do not vibe with me dear Wanda.” Oriana says. “Who’s your triple Aquarius friend? I’m absolutely terrified right now.” Her eyes widen almost comically.

“Oriana, her name is Iris and she needs a favor.” Wanda says after a sigh.

“I’m a seamstress and I was asked to make a dress made from stardust. I was told you were the most powerful celestial witch in this area.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere. Even if you don’t mean it.” Oriana says with too bright a smile. “So…you want some from me? You know I can’t part with something as rare as stardust. As a celestial witch it’s unheard of!”

“I want to know how to collect it myself.” Iris says cutting her off.

“Oh…a first. Well, there are many ways!” Oriana starts pacing around her home, looking for something Iris and Wanda could only guess.

“You could get on a rocket ship although that’s excessive you’re a seamstress not an astronaut. You could wait for a comet to pass earth the collect the dust that rains down but you know that’s nearly impossible and not for the impatient. Oh! you could find a meteorite and grind the dust yourself- “

“That! That one seems most plausible.” Iris says, cutting her off once again. “Would you know where to look?”

Oriana pops out from a ridiculously huge chest, pulling out an object as big as a baseball. “Apparently in here,” she says. “Like I said I can’t part with rare material like this but I can at least show you what it looks like.”

“Looks like any old rock.” Wanda murmurs.

“That’s the beauty of it, no?” Oriana says tossing up and catching it like a baseball.

[yjano]

All of me.

Part 3.

Pairing: Jake x Mc.

Warnings: slow burn, swearing, angst, a little fluff, smut, violence and other pairings.

Words: 5.1k

Author's note: Although this story is not related to the Duskwood game, I will add some of our beloved characters. Please read it only if you're into angst prison stories, slow burns, etc. A little hint: You will get to see some similarities to Jake and his gang from "Never The Same" fic.

I and Jake were back in the laundry room once again. Our morning had gone by pretty easy and after the regular stuff we had to do everyday both of us had been sent to the laundry room once again to get to our task of folding laundry and putting it away once we were done. I did, of course, as I was told while Jake did the complete opposite. While I had already folded two complete baskets, Jake had just been looking at me the whole time from his spot behind the counter. His back sloughed against it, and his arms crossed in front of him.

He didn't look like he was gonna do anything, and so I had already mentally prepared for the five more baskets I had to do to avoid commotion at my station. I didn't mind it, though. It kept my mind off the fact that I had to stay inside this hell hole, and it kept me busy.

"Hey doll face, did you have fun with your mom last night? It looked like both of you were crying an awful lot." Jake had suddenly asked, but I decided to ignore the comment once again.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He teased me and raised one of his eyebrows.

"I... Just missed her, okay? We were always very close. You might be used to being in here, but I am not." I whispered back, almost inaudible.

"Yeah, no shit sherlock." Jake laughed at my words.

I still kept on my task of folding the laundry when a question popped inside my head. I had no idea if I even had the guts to ask him about it, though. I still feared Jake in a way. Sure, he had his somewhat friendly moments, but he was still the guy who had killed his last cellmate. After fighting with myself for more than five minutes, I decided to take the risk and ask the question, curiosity getting the better of me.

"W-who was your visitor?" I stuttered almost inaudible without looking at Jake once. A short silence fell between us and I immediately started to think that I had fucked up big time.

"Just someone." Jake suddenly answered and a sigh of relief released my body, I hadn't fucked up. I didn't believe Jake's answer though. I had no idea who his visitor was but he wasn't just someone. You don't argue with someone like that and that someone don't give you things in secret under a table.

I didn't dare to ask any further, I knew Jake was lying to me but I also knew that I would probably end up dead if he found out that I had seen it all in the visiting room. I gave him a short nod and went on with my task without any help from Jake. He had a soft smirk plastered on his face the whole time.

After two hours all of us were released for lunch break and after completing our routine all of us walked inside the small canteen. I was once again presented with food that looked somewhat edible but nearly not as good as Jake's. To my surprise, Jake had joined me on my table just like yesterday. The guy had seated himself across from me, his plate once again filled with bread, fried eggs, and a cup of fresh orange juice.

Without any hint, Jake threw one of his slices with egg on my plate again, and just like yesterday, he got rid of the old milk in my cup and replaced it with half of his orange juice. With a soft thanks, I had eaten and drunk all of it in a heartbeat, thanking the gods for their help. I had no idea what I had done to get food for the second time from him, but I was glad I had done it.

Jake's food was a million times better than my own, and I loved every bite of it. After both of us had finished our food, we had made our way outside once again. Both of us took a seat at the wall beside each other while Jake lighted one of his cigarettes, taking deep heaves of it.

"Y-you know that they are bad for you, right?" I whispered almost inaudible at my cellmate. I had no idea where my confidence suddenly came from, but before I knew it, I had already said the words to the man beside me, and I hated myself for it. Jake started to laugh pretty loudly at my comment.

"Damn kid, you are too pure to be in here. Of course, I know that they are bad, that's why I started to smoke them in the first place."

I kept my head low, not daring to react to the comment. The short moment of bravery that had flooded over me not even two minutes ago had left me as soon as it had arrived.

"Why are you even in here? There is literally nothing I can picture you doing to end up in here." Jake suddenly asked while he took another heave of his cigarette.

A deep sigh left my mouth. There was no point in hiding the fact from my cellmate. I was pretty sure Jake would find out about it if he wanted anyway. Besides, maybe it gave me an advantage, and it would teach Jake that he shouldn't mess with me.

"T-the judge sent me here because I killed my sister." I whispered back at Jake, causing the male to fall into a huge laughing fit.

"You're joking, right? You.. Killed somebody? That's the best joke I've heard in a while." Jake laughed at me, completely not believing the fact I just told him.

"It's true, though." I whispered back, already being pretty sure that this was surely not something I could use in my advantage on Jake.

"Were they blind or something? You are way too innocent to have killed someone. What did you do to her, tickle her to death?" Jake still laughed at me.

"No... Why are you even in here if you know this stuff so well?" I suddenly asked back, another wave of bravery washed over me, and I was making use of it again. Jake slowly came back down from his laughing fit and looked with his eyebrows raised at me.

"You really have no idea who I am, have you? I'm in here for the usual stuff doll face. Armed robbery, murder, hostage, name it, and I've probably done it. Don't worry, though. I won't be in here for much longer." Jake answered in a calm and collected tone, once again taking a heave from his cigarette.

My eyes grew big at the things Jake just listed. My heart started to beat faster once again, and anxiety started to fill up my body. Who in the hell was my cellmate, and what did he mean by the fact that he would be out of here soon?They surely wouldn't let somebody go who did all the things Jake did, right?

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I didn't forget the conversation we had that lunch break, but I never asked more about it either. There were a few things from that conversation that I had wanted to know, though. One of them being who Jake really was. He had said to me something about me not knowing who he really was, and it had sparked my curiosity ever since. Who was my cell mate, and why did he laugh about the fact that I didn't know him? I had no idea how, but I wanted to find out who I was actually sharing a cell with. I decided to let it rest for now, but one day, I would find out.

Another thing that had sparked my curiosity was the fact that Jake had told me that he wouldn't be here for much longer. I had no idea what he had meant by that. Was he getting released? Was he getting transferred? Was he trying to kill himself? What was is that the male had in mind and that I couldn't wrap my head around.

Of course, I was also shocked by all the things Jake had done to get in here, but I wasn't surprised. The male took hit after hit like it was nothing, so his life outside of this prison had to be pretty bad, too. A normal person could never do what Jake did.

With a soft sigh, I had finished our laundry for that day. I folded and put away every piece by myself while Jake had just been looking at me with a huge smirk on his face the whole time. At dinner, Jake once again shared his food with me. I was more than happy that I could eat something good for a second time that day. I was thankful Jake decided to share his food every time with me, and if I could guess right, it had something to do with the fact that I did his job in the laundry.

Ever since I started to do that, Jake had started to share his food with me and I would keep doing what I did right now, not wanting to take the risk of losing the good food again. Good food was rare in the prison, and I would do everything to keep it like it was now.

Dinner ended pretty soon, and all of the inmates were instructed to get back to their cells for the evening routine again. All of us lined up outside our cells like we did every night, hands in front of us, and heads down. Alle of us except Jake.

I hated it with every bone in my body. I knew that it was coming every night, but I still hated it. It was something that Jake had to do, something that he wouldn't give up, and I just had to deal with it every time he decided to do it.

"Everybody in formation!" The guard yelled, and he started to walk as he passed all of us to see if we did as we were asked.

My heart started to beat faster, and my breaths were becoming heavier with every step the guard set. Anxiety filled my veins once again, and I closed my eyes, not ready for the beating Jake was going to receive. I heard how the guard stepped in front of the two of us and halted his step right in front of Jake.

"Dalton! Why are you disobeying the routine once again?" The guard yelled at Jake. I shut my eyes from the heavy yelling in front of me, and my muscles tensed up. If I could go back in my cell right now and wrap myself up inside my way too small blanket, I would. Jake never gave the guard an answer, and it was clear that it pissed the man off even more.

"I'm so fucking done with this kid." The man grumbled low. "Maybe this will teach you that you should obey me Dalton!" The man yelled right in Jake's face. He grabbed him by his arm and shoved him forcefully in front of me. I had slowly opened my eyes to get a glimpse of all the commotion going on but I wished I had kept them closed.

"Officer Bloom, can I get some help over here!?" The guard yelled at his colleague that was probably one floor below us. I heard how the other man finished up his rounds below us, and with quick steps, he jogged up the stairs and walked over to the guard and Jake.

"Dalton again?" The man I now knew as Officer Bloom asked, and the other guard gave him a quick nod.

"We need to teach him what listening exactly is because Dalton here has clearly never heard of it." The guard laughed, and he gave Jake a harsh push forward, so he collided against the bars of the railing.

"Let this be a lesson to all of you! This is what happens if you keep disobeying the rules!" Officer Bloom yelled at the other inmates, and with a harsh shove, he brought Jake back in front of him. Without any warning, the officers baton collided with Jake's ribcage at full force. With a huge smirk, the other guard looked at them and grabbed his own baton, swinging it at full force at Jake's back. With a harsh push, Jake collided with the bars once again, followed by two new hits aimed at his chest and his shoulders.

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Jake focus.

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The first few hits were easy for me, I could handle them, but my body was still sore from the beating at the laundry earlier this week. Normally, I would have been able to take the hits, but I knew this time it was gonna be a challenge. One guard I could handle, but two was a whole different story.

Another swing of the baton hit me in my stomach, and low grumbles started to come out of my mouth. I hated to show my weakness, but I had no choice at this moment. Another blow at my knees sent me straight to the ground, my legs were giving out on me. My knees hit the ground, and another hit on my back forced me to put my hands on the ground in front of me so I wouldn't fall over. I now on my hands and knees on the ground grumbled softly from the repeating blows that keep hitting my body.

"Look at me, Dalton. I wanna see the misery on your face." The guard laughed at my face, and he gave me a hard slap across my face. My head snapped to the left, making me look at Mc's knees in an instant. I slowly lifted my eyes, meeting her fearful ones.

She was shaking all over the place while she tried to keep in position. I could see that she was on the verge of crying, but I had my own problems right now. Another blow in my face snapped my head back to the front, breaking my eye contact with Mc. Two more hits against my ribcage were enough to send me now fully to the ground.

My knees and arms had given up on me, and my body felt like it had been run over by a truck. This didn't stop the hits, though. I didn't know how many more hits I got, but I knew that it had to be at least ten. My whole upper body was in pain, my breathing was heavy, and my eyes were struggling to stay open. I wasn't gonna pass out, though. No, Jake Dalton was not gonna pass out. I would not let them win.

Both guards started to laugh at me, and before I knew it, I was thrown inside my cell with a lot of force. I heard how all the other cells were also closed, and I tried to get up. The ground was hard and cold, and it didn't help at all with my sore body. I felt how a rush of wind walked past my head, and a soft hand was placed on my back. I immediately flinched away from the hand and tried to sit up a second time, falling miserably again.

"Jake, let me help you." Mc's soft voice whispered from above me. I gave her a soft grumble of disapproval and tried a third time to sit up by myself.

"Jake, please, you need my help. If you want it or not." Mc's voice spoke again.

"I...don't...need...your...fucking...help..." I struggled to say, and again, my arms couldn't hold me up. I fell back on the floor.

"You clearly do need my help. Don't be an idiot and let me help you." Mc said now with a little more force. She wasn't afraid of me right now. Probably because right now there wasn't much I could do to her in my current state, so she had no reason to be afraid of me at this moment.

She softly wrapped her arms around my shoulders, helping me up into a sitting position. Soft grumbles of pain left my mouth, but that didn't stop Mc from lifting me up and sitting me up. She ignored me when I tried to push her away, and she simply didn't give me any room to do so.

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Mc focus.

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"Jake, please, I can help you. I was a nursing student before I got in here. Let me help you." I pleaded with the male in front of me. It was more than clear that Jake was in pain, and I wanted to help him as much as I could. It was just how I was, always helping people who needed it.

I felt how Jake stopped his soft struggles, and the two of us gave each other a quick look. With a soft sigh, Jake admitted his defeat, and he gave me a soft nod, approving me that I was allowed to help him. My eyes light up at the little nod Jake just gave me, and my eyes dart through to the room to find something I can help the male with.

My brain now in full nursing modus fell on my own blanket and the cold water from the toilet and before I could fully register what I was doing I had already drenched my blanket in the cold water from the toilet.

"Put your hands above your head. We need to get rid of your shirt and cool the bruises. That way, they won't be as bad tomorrow. They will still be bad, but not as bad as they could have been." I rambled, and with great care, I removed Jake's shirt.

Bruises were already forming on his whole upper body, covering the ones that were already there from previous beating. I couldn't ignore the fact that his body looked really pretty. Heavy muscles lined his whole upper body, and the light tan complemented them all in the most perfect way. I shook my head a little, trying to focus back on the task at hand.

That wasn't the only thing that I noticed, though. Jake's body was littered in scars and old wounds. Whatever this guy did outside of this prison, it wasn't good. I softly pushed the cold, wet cloth against his chest, earning a disapproving grumble from Jake.

"I'm sorry, I need to add a little-" I started but got cut off by Jake in mid sentence.

"Just do it, don't think. Do what you have to do for fucks sake!" Jake ordered me while he shut his eyes. With a soft sigh I got on with cooling the bruises one by one. Being as carefully as I could be. I didn't wanna hurt him, but I also knew that I had no choice if I wanted to help him. Everytime I added or released pressure on one of the bruises, Jake would grumble in discomfort, but he never told me to stop. He let me do what I had to do.

"Please try to avoid any beatings for the following week. Your body can't take them anymore, Jake." I pleaded with him while I threw the wet towel in a corner of our cell.

"I can't help you properly in here, and you're gonna need more than just a wet blanket if you keep this up."

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Jake focus.

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I didn't answer her, I knew she was right, but I would never tell her that she was. I saw how Mc started to climb up into her own bed, but with a quick snatch of her arm, I had grabbed Mc's wrist. The sudden movement hurt me way more than I wanted to let on, but I knew Mc couldn't be fooled.

"Stay, you don't have a blanket anymore. It's gonna freeze tonight. It's the least I can do for you right now." I mumbled almost inaudible. I saw how Mc's eyes grew big, and for a second, I saw doubt in them. Without giving her a chance to think, I started to lie down, keeping a firm hold on Mc's wrist.

"Come on, I won't bite Mc. We both need the warmth tonight." I said while I turned on my side. With great hesitation, Mc climbed inside the way to a small bed beside me. Both of us now were lying face to face with a way too small blankets wrapped around us.

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Mc focus.

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I didn't know how I got myself in this position, but I was way too scared to get out of it now. Jake was still holding my wrist in a tight grip and had already closed his eyes. It wasn't much later that Jake had fallen into a peaceful slumber, and I was still awake. I couldn't ignore that he looked way less scary when he was asleep, and I even found him almost cute.

I also couldn't ignore that Jake had called me Mc for the first time since I had been here. Jake had always called me kid or doll face but never by my own name. I didn't know why Jake did it, though, but I liked it. A soft smile crept on my face, and it didn't take me much longer to fall in a peaceful slumber beside Jake. I could only hope that the next day, Jake wouldn't regret his offer of sharing his bed.

~

That morning, I had woken up in a cold and empty bed. The warmth Jake had provided during the night had left me way too early, and I was now shivering under the small blanket. A small jawn left my mouth, and I slowly opened my eyes with slight hesitation. It was still dark outside, but I could see the outline of Jake sitting at the small desk that stood in our shared cell. It looked like he was drawing something in one of the bibles that were provided to every prisoner upon entering the prison.

I could still remember the day I received my bible on my second day at the prison. Jake had looked at it with great disgust while scolding me about the fact that I even considered reading it. He had mumbled something about the book being a book full of lies and that he had stopped believing in it after someone had died or something. I had been too scared of Jake at that point to ask him what he had meant with the statement, so I never found out why he was so disgusted by the book. With a heavy sigh, I sat up in Jake's bed, the small blanket now only covering my lap.

"J-Jake, what are you doing?" I stuttered, still a little afraid of him. I could see how Jake stiffened, and with the speed of light, the male had closed the book and put it back on its original place on the desk.

"Nothing, go back to sleep it's too early to be up." Jake grumbled back lowly while he slowly turned around.

"But you are up as well." I mumbled softly, not really daring to go against the male in full force. "It's cold without you." I mumbled again but so softly that the other couldn't hear it.

"Just get back to sleep. Don't be stupid, Mc. We all know that you need your beauty sleep. Besides, it's phone call day today, and I'm pretty sure that your mother wouldn't appreciate it if her precious little girl would fall asleep while being on the phone with her." Jake whispered sarcastically with a slight grin on his face.

I had raised my eyebrow at the remark but decided to ignore it for the greater good. With a soft sigh, I had followed Jake's almost command, knowing that there was no way that I could win. It had taken me a good twenty minutes to fall back asleep, twenty minutes in which Jake never joined me back under the blankets.

Three hours later, I had been woken up due to the heavy yelling of the guards outside our cells, and the now familiar morning routine had begun. It looked like Jake had taken my advice for once. The guy did what was asked of him, and he didn't receive even one beating in both the morning and the afternoon routine. I was glad he didn't receive any, I was pretty sure that Jake would have been a goner if he had kept up his normal routine.

What I was also glad about was that Jake had once again shared all his meals with me in trade for the fact that I did both Jake's and my own job at the laundry. It was starting to become a routine for both of us, and both of us were more than fine with that fact.

After once again completing our routine, both Jake and I were allowed to grab a phone from the wall, making us stand next to each other with phones pressed against our ears. I heard how the typical dial tone made the way into my ear, and it was short. After that, I heard the soft click of someone picking up follow.

"Hello?" I heard the familiar sound of my mother's voice say, and tears started to make their way up into my eyes already.

"Mom, it's Mc." I answered softly while a soft sob fought its way outside my mouth.

"Hey, baby. How are you? Are they feeding you well there?" My mother started to ramble while I just listened to her. Hearing her voice was more than enough for me at the moment. I kept listening to my mother's somewhat ridiculous questions that gave me the idea that my mother really had no idea what it was like to be inside a prison.

I kept humming a soft yes or no once in a while to keep her going while my vision fell upon Jake and his conversation. The male looked mad while he was whispering into the phone at the person who was on the other side of the line. I couldn't help but overhear some of it since the male was so close to me, and it made me wonder what it was about doggies, bunnies, firetrucks, and birthdays that made Jake so angry.

It made me wonder even more what the male was up to. First, the weird scribbling in the bible in our shared cell and now the completely weird phone call. I saw how Jake looked up at me, our eyes meeting each others and without thinking, I turned my head quickly around. My breath stuck in my throat at being caught, and a shiver ran across my back.

Suddenly, the guard yelled that our time was up, and with a quick goodbye, I ended the phone call with my mother. We once again had to complete our routine before we were all sent to our cells for the night. I was being the first of the two of us to step inside.

I immediately looked at my bed. A sigh of relief left my body upon seeing the freshly new blanket that had been replaced for the cold and wet one from last night.

"You seem glad you got your own blanket again." Jake softly spoke behind me, and with a quick turn of my head, my eyes met Jake's. He was leaning against the bars of our cell, his arms folded and one of his eyebrows slightly raised.

"I guess that means that you won't treat my bruises tonight?"

My mouth fell open at the statement, and my eyes grew big. Was Jake seriously asking me for help again without complaining?

"I...No...Yes...What?" I stumbled full of disbelief.

"I said... That means that you won't treat my bruises tonight?" Jake repeated with a soft smirk on his face. My eyes flickered over his face, searching for any form of doubt or the fact that he was tricking me into something, but none of that was displayed on Jake's face. With a soft sigh, I turned around and walked to my bed. I grabbed the blanket from it, and within a few seconds, I had the blanket once again completely soaked in ice-cold water from the toilet.

"Sit and remove your shirt." I mumbled while I motioned with my hand at Jake's mattress. Without any questions, he did as I had asked of him, and not even two minutes later, I was busy cooling the bruises while Jake slightly relaxed at the soothing feeling.

"Who did you call? You were awfully quiet the whole time." Jake suddenly asked, and I looked up at him for a short second before I continued my task of cooling the bruises.

"My mother, there isn't anybody else I can call, so I don't have much of a choice." I softly answered with my eyes still on the current bruise I was cooling.

"Nobody? You seemed like someone with a lot of friends to me. That one kid that everybody liked in school and never couldn't do anything wrong." Jake laughed a little before a soft grumble escaped his mouth once again due to me changing the position of the blanket.

"I was to be honest, but being sent to prison for killing your sister does an awful lot to the friendships you've made over the years. Basically, everybody left me the moment I was charged with the murder and now it's just me and my mother." I answered. I hated the fact that everybody had left me without asking me anything, but I also understood it. If it were me, I wouldn't wanna be friends with a murderer too.

"Who did you call?"

"Nobody special, just a friend from work." Jake said vaguely without continuing the conversation. I removed the blanket from his body and threw it in the corner of our cell again. I inspected Jake's upper body one last time, my fingers slowly ghosting over the now cooled bruises. A soft shiver made its way across Jake's body, and I heard how his breath was shortly stuck in his throat.

"I think that's enough for tonight. You're cold. Let's go to bed." I offered, removing my fingers from Jake's skin. It wasn't much later that both of us were laying in bed together just like the night before. Not another word was said between us before Jake first fell asleep, followed by me shortly after.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!

Thank you!!! (I swear i wasn’t ignoring your ask i just wanted to come up with a ficlet idea and it was mo easy my brain decided to call it quits on me for a bit today XD)

Kakashi wasn’t used to being approached by people randomly in the streets with work. Outside of the office people generally understood that he didn’t want to deal with paperwork, meetings or general Hokage’s work.

Not everyone knew that, of course. Or even if they did they weren’t guaranteed to care too much about how he felt about being presented with a task while he was trying to relax.

Case in point: Kabuto.

Kakashi had been enjoying a relaxing sip of tea after an exhausting day of meetings with Konoha’s resident annoyances, otherwise known as the elders, when Kabuto walked right up to him and slapped a paper down on the table in front of him.

“Hello to you too,”He sighed, barely paying the paper any attention as he focused on Kabuto. “Did you need something?”

“Your signature,” the man answered as he jabbed a finger into the paper right where Kakashi needed to sign. “For an extension to the orphanage.”

“An extension?” This was the first he was hearing of such a request. “Why does the orphanage need an extension? It was just built three years ago.”

A fact that he knew well. He’d signed the papers and agreed to Sasuke’s suggestion of having Kabuto take care of the the kids that would be placed into the orphanage.

“There’s more kids than the original building design accounted for,” Kabuto explained with the same calculated approach he’d always used when speaking with Kakashi. “I currently have fifty kids who are sharing rooms because we ran out of space.

Fifty kids. That seemed like a lot for a building that had been created to accommodate one hundred. Clearly they had underestimated just how many orphan’s would be in need of a new home after the war ended.

The problem was, if Kakashi signed the paperwork and sent it through the regular channels it would take months, if not years, for the extension to be built.

That was too long for those kids to be crammed into small rooms together with little or no privacy.

“Alright,” he sat up and claimed the pen that Kabuto had set down on top of the file. With three quick strokes it was officially signed. Work could move ahead without issue. “Ah,” he used the pen to smack Kabuto’s hand when he reached out to reclaim it. “I still need that.”

“For what, exactly?”

“Well, I have a plan that might shorten the time you’ll have to wait for the extension to be finished. Of course,” a realization struck. His plan wouldn’t work if Kabuto was in the building when he brought along the shinobi he was thinking of using to complete the job quickly.

Narrowing his eyes, Kabuto searched Kakashi’s face for an explanation. “Don’t tell me… will he help?”

“For you? No,” there was no doubt about it in Kakashi’s mind. If Tenzo knew that Kabuto was anywhere near the area he’d refuse to come, and that was fair. Kakashi would never force him to occupy the same space as the man who’d tortured him. “For me? Well, it’s possible.”

It would take a lot of sweet talk and a little bit of bribery, but he was sure he could convince Tenzo to do it. If anything it would get him away from his mission of watching over Orochimaru for a short period.

A break that he was certain Tenzo desperately needed.

Setting the pen down, he grabbed the cup of tea he’d been nursing before Kabuto had so rudely interrupted him and held it under his nose. The gentle aroma of green tea filled his nostrils as a wave of calm washed over him. “Just give me a few days,” he continued, already working on a plan to convince Yamato to do the job. “And make sure you’re out of the orphanage when I tell you.”

“Alright, if that’s what it takes then fine,” turning his back to him, Kabuto took two short steps forward before stopping and glancing back at Kakashi over his shoulder. “And… thank you. The kids will appreciate it.”

Settling back into his seat Kakashi raised his cup of tea into the air. A small gesture that Kabuto returned with a simple nod before continuing down the road back towards the orphanage.

Once he was far enough away that Kakashi was certain he would no longer be able to hear him, he slumped back into his chair and stared down at the paper he had just signed. “Now, time for the hard part.”

He wondered if there was anything in the world he could offer to Tenzo in return for his help with the extension. After all, Tenzo hated Kabuto with every fiver of his being, and for a very good reason.

He’d have every right to laugh in Kakashi’s face and tell him to take a hike.

[chicdzns]

Caring for Others While Trying to Care for Yourself: A Journey of Self-Compassion

As women, we frequently bear the burden of the world on our shoulders. We give and give—whether it's to our families, partners, or friends—but in doing so, we sometimes forget to give back to ourselves. I’ve been feeling this way lately. I’ve been working tirelessly to help my mom manage debt, taking care of my health (which has been tough), and trying to build a better future for myself and my children.

But at times, it feels like I’m running on empty; emotionally, physically, and financially. The journey is long, and the road isn’t always smooth.

When the Pain Becomes Too Much: The Struggle of Balancing Responsibilities

Recently, I've been dealing with both a toothache and a gum infection, alongside the constant emotional weight of supporting my family while also trying to make my own dreams work. I’ve tried creating websites, digital products, and pursuing my own business, all in the hopes of achieving financial freedom and healing. Yet, I find myself feeling exhausted because, despite all my hard work, there hasn’t been enough success to make the impact I hope for.

It’s frustrating. It's draining. And most of all, it's painful—not just in my mouth, but in my soul. I’ve been struggling with guilt about not being able to do it all, even when I am doing my best. At times, I’ve felt like no one sees the effort, and that’s when the frustration gets overwhelming.

Taking Small Steps Toward Relief

In the midst of this, I’ve realized something important: I cannot pour from an empty cup. It’s okay to ask for help, to take a break, and to honor my needs. When you're constantly taking care of others, it's easy to lose sight of yourself. But you matter too.

Here’s what I’ve been doing to find relief:

Listening to my body: Whether it’s a sore gum or an emotional burden, I’m learning to acknowledge the pain and give myself permission to rest.

Small wins: Rather than focusing on big successes, I’m learning to celebrate small victories—whether that’s one sale, completing a task, or simply taking a moment to breathe.

Creating space for healing: Healing isn't a linear process, and I’m learning to give myself grace during this time of transition and struggle.

To All the Women Out There Struggling, You Are Not Alone

If you’re reading this and feel like you’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders too, I want to remind you that it’s okay to be tired. It’s okay to feel frustrated. You are doing the best you can, and that’s more than enough.

Please, be gentle with yourself. Sometimes, healing isn’t about doing more; it’s about allowing yourself to rest and recharge. When you take care of you, you can better show up for the world around you. Your worth isn’t determined by your productivity or your ability to fix everything.

We are all on this journey together, and it's okay to ask for help and lean on others. You are worthy of love, rest, and care especially from yourself.

[kitchencabinets1]

Your Guide to Choosing Pull Out Kitchen Faucets

If you enjoy spending time in your kitchen, you understand the value of having items that both simplify your life and enhance the aesthetics of your area.Pull out faucets can help with that. It’s similar to having a little assistant at your sink. Let’s examine the several types you could enjoy and discover why owning one could completely transform your kitchen.

What’s a Pull Out Kitchen Faucet?

As you clean the dishes, think how nice it would be to merely push the water spray nearer to remove the soap. Perhaps there’s a pot that needs to be filled but it just won’t fit beneath the faucet. Pull-out kitchen faucets are useful in this situation. It’s a tap with a spray head you can pull out on a hose. It makes it super easy to do all kinds of kitchen tasks because you can move the spray wherever you need it. Then, it neatly slides back into place. People love these because they make kitchen work simpler and keep your space looking neat.

Different Kinds of Pull Out Faucets

There are a few types you might like, depending on your kitchen and what you need:

- The Standard Ones: These are your go-to models. They look great, work well, and have a spray head you can adjust for different tasks.

- The Professional Look: If you like the feel of a restaurant kitchen, these faucets are stronger and have a special spray for heavy-duty cleaning.

- The Compact Models: Got a small kitchen? No problem. These pull out kitchen faucets give you all the benefits of a pull-out faucet but in a size that fits snug spaces.

- Single or Dual Handles: Some faucets have one handle to control everything. Others have two. It’s all about what feels right for you.

Why Consider a Pull Out Faucet?

Here are a few reasons why these pull out kitchen faucets are so handy:

- They’re Super Versatile: Whether you’re filling a tall pot or cleaning corners of the sink, the pull-out head makes it a breeze.

- Save on Space: They’re perfect for any kitchen size, keeping your space uncluttered.

 Easy to Use: With designs focused on comfort, these pull out kitchen faucets are a joy to use every day.

-Keep It Clean: They help you keep your kitchen cleaner, letting you aim the water right where you need it.

Wrapping Up

Pull out faucets are a minor adjustment that may have a significant impact on how you utilize your kitchen. They’re more than simply a faucet. It’s all about keeping your area looking nice and simplifying your daily chores. Not only are these faucets practical, but we’ve witnessed how much our clients at BuildMyPlace like the convenience they provide to their kitchens.

Check out our selection if you’re considering installing a pull-out faucet in your kitchen. Connect to us via video chat and get a live tour of our store.

FAQs

How easy is it to install a pull-out kitchen faucet?

Installing a pull-out kitchen faucet is often rather easy, particularly if you’re upgrading an outdated one. Simple-to-follow instructions are included with numerous models. On the other hand, it would be wise to hire an expert if plumbing isn’t your cup of tea. Ensuring proper connectivity is crucial in order to prevent leakage.

Can I fit a pull-out faucet to any sink?

Absolutely! Pull out faucets are designed to be versatile. They can fit into most standard sinks. Just make sure to check the size and the number of holes in your sink (some faucets might need one, while others could require three) before making your purchase.

Do pull out faucets require special maintenance?

Nothing out of the ordinary! For the most part, maintaining your faucet just requires cleaning it occasionally and looking for any loose components. To avoid buildup that might impede the flow of water, you could consider wiping down the spray head more regularly if your tap water is hard.

Are pull out faucets more expensive than regular faucets?

There are many different alternatives available for pull out faucets, even though their increased utility and design components can make them a bit more expensive. There are plenty of reasonably priced, excellent models available. Recall that purchasing a pull-out faucet for your kitchen also entails making an investment in productivity and comfort.

How do I choose the right pull-out faucet for my kitchen?

Consider your kitchen’s layout, your sink size, and your style preferences. Think about the tasks you perform most often and choose a faucet that will make these easier. Look for models with features that matter most to you, like spray settings or handle types. And of course, pick a design that complements your kitchen’s aesthetic.Your Guide to Choosing Pull Out Kitchen Faucets

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

"Yes." (Nod and turn your fingers clockwise.) "Turn the *wódka* up."

GORĄCY KUBEK - He smiles, nodding vigorously, then pours half a bottle of vodka into the pot. With a whistle he stirs the brew.

Task complete: The *special* borscht

+15 XP

2. "Gorący, could I have some of that brew?"

GORĄCY KUBEK - He smiles and nods enthusiastically, and, chattering away in his language, ladles some brew into a small thermal cup. Then hands it to you.

Item Gained: Alcohol "Gorący's brew"

3. "I don't think I need anything else. Stay masculine!" [Leave.]

We've obtained alcohol. Alcohol gives +1 to Physique, but damages Morale.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Well, hello. Someone seems to have found himself a bottle of *alcohol*. Here's where the *magic* happens.

Look at the bottle.

[Discard thought.]

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Light reflects off the thermal cup. The borscht may not look like much, but doubtless it'll get the job done. Better pop it open before it gets cold...

INTERFACING [Easy: Success] - Wow, the gods of mass production have made this alcohol container *laughably* easy to open. A child could have done it.

VOLITION [Medium: Success] - I don't know about this...

Open the bottle.

No. No. I'm not doing it. [Ignore thought.]

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - There's a satisfying pop as the cap comes off, and the hair on your back rises like an army at attention. You've been here before. Welcome back, detective. You're home now...

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - You see a flash of teeth -- a young woman smiling at you, near some railway overpass in your ruined past. She is gorgeous. And she is *yours*.

What will be the repercussions if I take that sip?

Take a sip.

No. No. I'm not doing it. [Ignore thought.]

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Nothing. Some *mental* stuff. Nothing to be worried about. Physically you'll be strong as an ox!

We don't have many Physique checks to unlock, so imo this isn't currently worth it.

3. No. No. I'm not doing it. [Ignore thought.]

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Fine. We're not worried... you'll crawl back to this bottle soon enough. We'll give you another chance. Booze *always* gives you *another* chance.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Yes, it's *merciful* that way. It's your friend. Come back to it, we're all rooting for you to.

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - Not *all* of us...

TUTORIAL AGENT - You've passed up your chance to start drinking ALCOHOL for now, but don't worry! The option to start drinking becomes available again in 2 hours.

The Gardener is standing outside the Hardie Boys' booth.

ELIZABETH - "Let me handle this," the woman says to the crowd in the mess hall before turning to you...

"Detective Disorientated." She smiles coldly. "Are you still wondering where you are? This is Martinaise, in case you've forgotten. I advise you not to overstay your welcome."

DRAMA [Easy: Success] - Her entire character has shifted. This young woman is cold as ice.