#gonna try to get down to 300 today i guess…

[sanguinewolves]

sigh

[mattsnight]

Can’t wear that - Chris Sturniolo

Summary:

Warnings: swearing, possessive behavior, sexual content, smut, use of y/n, sex, fingering, eating out, uhhh if there’s anything else lmk!

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 300+ LIKES ON MY LAST POST. THATS INSANE? ily all so so sososososoosos much❤️ also english is not my first language so im sorry if there are any mistakes.

(I love this song sm🤭)

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You and Chris never had any arguments. Most of the time you guys were the ‘perfect’ couple. Today wasn’t one of those days.

Chris and you were planning to go to a party a friend of Chris has planned. You were very excited about going and you even bought a dress. The bad thing about this story is that the dress is extremely short and revealing.

Obviously Chris wouldn’t let you go out like that, so you started arguing.

“I don’t know where you think we’re going, but you’re not gonna wear that outfit.” He says, already getting frustrated by the whole idea.

“Yes i am, you don’t decide that for me.”

Chris stands up, his face red with anger. He walks over to you and grabs your arm, pulling you towards him. “I don’t care what you say right now. You’re not leaving this house looking like that. I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this.”

You push him away, trying to get free from his grip. He stumbles back a bit from the force of your push but quickly recovers. “This is not a normal dress, it's too fucking revealing.” He yells at you.

“No it’s not! Grow up Chris.” You yell back.

Chris loses his temper and grabs you by the waist, lifting you off the ground. “Shut up! You're not going anywhere looking like that! I don't care if you hate me for it, but you're changing before we leave this house!" he says, his voice loud and angry. You flinch at the outburst. Chris sees the flinch and immediately feels guilty. He sets you down gently and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. But I can’t let you go to that party dressed like that.”

“It’s fine.” You say before walking over to your dresser to grab a new one.

He watches you walk away, his anger slowly fading into concern. He follows you to the closet and stands in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. “Which one are you going to choose?” he asks, trying to sound calm and reasonable instead of angry.

“This one i guess.” I say as i hold up a less revealing dress. He looks at the dress you've chosen and nods in approval. “That one is much better. It’s more... appropriate.” He steps aside to let you change, still feeling guilty about losing his temper earlier. “I’ll wait for you outside. Take your time.” He says. You give him a quick nod before going back to changing.

Chris leaves the room, closing the door gently behind him. He leans against the door, taking deep breaths and trying to calm himself down. He knows he overreacted, but he can’t shake off this feeling of protectiveness when it comes to you.

After a while you come out in a new, less revealing dress. Chris looks up as you come out of the room and his eyes widen in surprise. He takes a step towards you and reaches out to touch the fabric of your dress. “Wow, you look beautiful. I’m sorry I acted like such an idiot earlier.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Shall we go?” I ask. He nods, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude that you’re forgiving him so easily. “Yeah, let’s go. But promise me you’ll stay close to me tonight, okay? I don’t want to lose you in the crowd.” He says.

“Yeah of course Chris.” Chris smiles, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as he walks beside you to the party. He keeps a protective arm around your waist, scanning the room for any potential threats or dangers. “Let’s have some fun tonight, okay? But remember, you’re mine, and I don’t share.”

The party went well. You met a few girls, whom are influencers. They talked with you as Chris was there being his protective self and holding your hand. Around midnight Chris grabbed your arm, without a word. He grabs you by the hand and pulls you towards the exit, his mind racing with dirty thoughts.

“Chrisssss..” you say, knowing what he was up to.

As soon as you’re back at his place, Chris wastes no time. He pushes you against the wall, his lips crashing onto yours as he hungrily devours you. "Fuck, I need you now.. you look fucking incredible all the time.”

“Really? how bad?” You ask, teasing him. He grins, his hands trailing down your body as he pulls you closer. He can already tell how turned on you are, and it only fuels his desire. "Bad enough that I would bend you over right here if I thought you could handle it."

“What makes you think i can’t?” You ask.

He reaches down and grabs your ass, giving it a hard squeeze. "Because I know you cant control yourself when I dominate you. And right now, I'm feeling particularly dominant." He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Well then, why don’t you show me?” You ask, smiling innocently. He immediately carries you over to the couch and throws you down onto it, following immediately behind you. Suddenly.. you both are naked. He kicks your legs apart and buries his face between your thighs, eating you out with reckless abandon. "Fuck, you taste so good." He speaks between laps, his hands gripping your thighs.

“Oh god baby…” you moan out. He grins at your words, loving how much he affects you. He continues to eat you out, working every inch of your pussy with his tongue. His fingers slide inside of you, curling up to hit that spot deep within. "You're mine, aren't you?"

“all yours Chris, all yours!” You scream out in pleasure.

Chris stands up, letting your orgasm, making you whimper at the loss. "This is all yours." He positions himself at your entrance, slowly pushing inside of you. He loves the feeling of being buried deep inside of you. "Say it again."

“All yours.. fuck.” You say as you feel him stretching you out like crazy.

He slowly starts to thrust his hips, building a steady rhythm. "Damn right I am." His hands grip your hips, pulling you towards him hard on every thrust. "You're mine to fuck, to possess, to worship."

You feel yourself getting closer to the edge within seconds. Chris can feel how close you are to your release. He speeds up his thrusts, wanting to bring you over the edge. "Let go for me baby." With every word, he slams into you harder and deeper.

“Oh fuck i cant!” You manage to moan out between the heavy breaths leaving your mouth. He reaches between your legs, rubbing your clit in fast circles. "Yes, you can. Fuck, you're gonna come all over my cock." He continues to thrust and rub your clit, pushing you towards your climax. "Now, baby..!" He demands, his own release coming. You let go, feeling waves of pleasure flowing over you. As you let go, Chris feels his own orgasm hitting. He slams into you one last time, spilling himself deep inside of you as he groans out your name. "Fuck....fuck...yes, just like that."

Heavy breaths leave our mouths as we’re both left insanely sweaty and tired. Chris leans down to kiss you deeply. "Fuck, that was amazing." He stays buried deep inside of you for a moment before pulling out.

“That was amazing.. thank you Chris..” you say, smiling slightly.

Chris smiles and kisses your forehead. "Glad you enjoyed it." He looks down at his softening cock then back at you. "Want me to clean up or are you gonna stay in bed for the rest of the day?" He smirks, already knowing the answer.

“Both please…” you say. He chuckles and gets up from the bed, walking to the bathroom. He returns to the bedroom a few minutes later with a warm, damp cloth. "Here, let me clean you up."

He gently cleans you, making sure to be extra gentle. Then later tosses the cloth aside and crawls back into bed with you. "There we go. All cleaned up." He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. "You okay?"

“Im so okay.”

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First Chris fanfic?!?! I love y’all sm thanks for the support!💖

[skrunklyshrimp]

Favourite regular - Semi E.

You, a new business owner, becomes close with your new favourite regular, Semi Eita. Coffee shop AU

Warnings: Timeskip spoilers for their jobs!

Notes: Thank you @cheshanoneko-draws for the image! Also I rushed the ending a bit, so if it seems a bit lackluster that's why! 5545 words!

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“Finally I’m able to go home on time. I haven’t practiced guitar in a while.” Semi Eita mutters to himself. He’s had to work overtime for the past few days, sleeping in the office. By the time he eventually reaches the bus stop, the bus has already passed. “I want coffee.” he sighs and looks at the nearby stores, to his surprise a new coffee shop has opened.

Ding, ding.

The familiar sound of the door cracking open gains your attention. You look over to see someone in a suit with ashy blond hair and tired demeanor, the thing that catches your attention the most though being his beautiful brown eyes.

“Welcome to the shop! What can I get for you tonight?” You ask the man as he approaches the counter.

“A medium coffee, black please.” He requests.

“That will be 350 yen please.” You wait as he digs around his pockets.

“Shit I only have 300, just make the coffee small.” The man sighs.

“Don’t worry about the 50 yen, it’s on the house. After all, you're one of my first customers.” You quickly say, feeling bad for the poor man, he probably just came back from a long day at work.

“I’ll pay you back, I promise, er,” He squints his eyes trying to see your nametag, “(L/N). I will pay you back (L/N).”

“Please don’t worry about it, like I said it’s on the house.” You respond, pouring out his coffee. “Make sure you get rest today, I can tell you had a long day.” 

The man nods while grabbing his drink and walking back outside to the bus stop. You sigh and lean against the counter after a long day at work, after you’ve taken a rest you get back up to finish cleaning.

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“I had to sleep in the office again!” Semi complains while kicking a rock on the street. “I’m gonna have to call the band to cancel again. Damn it!” He wails in anger. “I need another coffee.” Sighing, he starts heading to a familiar shop.

Ding, ding.

“Welcome- oh it’s you from the other day!” You say, happy to see a possible regular. 

“You remember me?” He questions,

“Of course I do! I try to remember all my customers, they’re all special to me and this shop.” You gleefully say, “Now a medium black coffee again?” He nods at your statement before adding,

“As well as two of those croissants please.” He requests.

“Your total is 1030 yen.” You answer, grabbing his two croissants as he looks around in his pockets.

He hands you 1100 yen, grabbing the croissants you were holding. “Here, keep the change. I told you I’d repay you one day.” 

“Wait! I can’t take extra money from a customer, here let me get your change.” You hurry to grab the cash out of the register only for something to be shoved into your mouth.

“I told you I’d repay you. Don’t mind getting me another croissant.” He smiled at you.

You pull the croissant out of your mouth, “You didn’t have to do that. Anyway, if you don’t have anywhere to be, would you like to sit and chat while we eat?” You ask as you start brewing the coffee.

“I don’t have anywhere to be, it would be a pleasure to eat with you.” Semi responds.

 It’s funny, Semi thought. He wanted to go home, have a beer and sleep the night away, but here he is waiting for you to finish making his drink so the two of you can chat.

“Here you go, uh…” The realization hit you, “Oh my god I don’t even know your name! I’m so so sorry.” You apologize for your lack of manners but he just laughs.

“You’re kind of a clutz, I guess that’s what attracts people to you.” He says, grabbing his coffee, “My name is Semi Eita.”

“Have a seat anywhere Semi, I’ll join you after I make myself a drink.” You tell him, starting to prepare your own drink.

As Semi sat down in a booth he realized that the coffee shop was extremely clean, even if it was around closing time. This leads him to wonder if you get many customers. He wondered why people wouldn’t want to come. There’s you with a friendly personality, the beautifully decorated interior and the delicious pastries.

“Sorry it took a little long to make my drink.” You take a seat across from him. “So, Semi. Where do you work? You always seem so tired.” You wondered.

“I’m a civil servant, I mainly work with taxes and stuff. It’s a busy season right now.” He sighs and takes a sip of his coffee, “I also play in a band as a side gig.” 

“You’re lying right?! That’s so cool!” You exclaim, “Being in a band, even as a side gig, is such a huge thing! What instrument do you play? Or are you a vocalist?” You bombard him with questions, flustering him a bit.

“I play guitar, but since it's a busy season I’ve been canceling practices with the other members.” He awkwardly laughs. “You should come watch us play one day, I promise we’re not the worst.” 

“I’ll watch no matter what! Supporting small bands or businesses is something I’m completely fine with doing. Probably because this coffee shop is a small business so I understand what they may be going through.” You answer.

“I’ll continue to support your business.” He says while standing up. “It’s my que to head out now, the bus should be passing by any minute now. Thank you for this chat (L/N). Next time we’ll talk more about you.” Semi began to run out to his bus stop.

Sighing, you start to clean off the table the two of you were sitting at, changing the sign at the front from open to closed. Today you didn’t get many customers, but that’s the business world, some days will be slow. Flicking off the lights you grabbed your keys and started walking home.

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“SemiSemi!” A particular annoying voice calls out to Semi. 

“What’s up Tendou. Oh? You came with Ushijima too?” Semi states, seeing Ushijima wave as Tendou jumps up and down in the air, getting Semi’s attention.

“That’s right! Ushijima had a free day today so he was able to come with us.” Tendou says, “Also here, freshly made chocolate!” He throws a bag of chocolate at Semi.

“I don’t get any?”

“Oh Goshiki. I didn’t realize you were coming too.” Ushijima says.

“Yeah, I managed to find time between games and classes.” Goshiki responds, “Also Shirabu is supposed to be coming as well.” 

“We may be missing the majority of the team but it’s like we’re all still here together.” Semi reminisced about the time they had ditched volleyball practice to visit a shrine together, now years later they’re visiting the same shrine.

“Don’t act like they’re dead, Semi. All of them are very much alive.” Shirabu says, making his late grand entrance. 

“You look dead inside. How’s med school treating you?” Semi asks, looking Shirabu up and down.

“Whatever it’s not like you look any better!” 

“That’s enough you two, do you have to have me step in like back then?” Tendou says, slugging his arms over their shoulders.

“I never want to see anything like that ever again please Tendou.” Goshiki shudders at the memory.

“Let’s head up then.” Ushijima says, walking ahead of the group.

You decided to head up to the shrine to pray for good fortune, with bills racking up it looks like you might go under soon. After praying you wonder where to go next. You can’t open the shop since it’s a holiday, you can’t buy anything since you don’t have money, all your friends are with family right now. You sigh.

“(L/N) is that you?” You hear a voice call out to you, surprised you turn around to see Semi looking at you. He was wearing some jewelry with a darker colour scheme, paired with a fur coat on top. 

“Who’s this Semi? Did you find a date and not tell us!?” A red haired person panics behind him. 

“No this is (L/N), they own a coffee shop around the bus stop I take to go home. I went in one day and I keep visiting, I’m a regular there.” Semi explains the situation to his friends.

“Nice to meet you!” A black haired man extends his hand, “I’m Goshiki, nice to meet you (L/N).” 

“Goshiki you just said the same thing twice.” An olive haired man says before approaching you, “I’m Ushijima.” 

“My name is Shirabu, I’m actually the closest with Semi out of everyone here.” The man with sandy hair waves at you as Semi rolls his eyes.

“And last but not least I’m-” 

“You’re Tendou Satori!” You exclaim. “Your chocolate is so popular, I’m actually a huge fan of your work and I hope you continue to show how you make chocolate! Seeing you motivated to follow your dreams as a chocolatier actually inspired me! “ You laugh awkwardly, seeing as how you’re bombarding the man. “I hope you expand your shop, I’d love to taste some chocolate here instead of traveling all the way to France.”

“Man I didn’t get to do a big introduction, but I’m glad I’ve got a fan! I might try expanding here, depends on how I feel. Alas,” He dramatically places a hand on his head, “if only I had known you were going to be here, I would’ve brought extra chocolate.” He sounds guilty over the fact that he wasn’t able to give his, probable, number one fan anything.

“No no don’t worry about it! I’ll buy your chocolates one day but I kinda can’t afford anything right now haha.” You joke around.

“Since you’re here, want to join us for the day?” Semi asks, shortly realizing you might be with someone, “If you’re not with anyone now that is.” 

“I’m not here with anyone. I’d love to join you all but I can’t really buy anything.” You say awkwardly. Semi looks at you with a frown.

“Then I’ll pay, consider it appreciation for how kind you are to me whenever I come into your store.” Semi says, not allowing you to say anything else as he drops his arm over your shoulders. “Where are we going next guys?”

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“Did not think we’d be here. Do you even know how to skate Goshiki?!” Semi yells at the poor boy. 

As the group was walking around town Goshiki and Ushijima wanted to try going skating, the entire group agreed except for Semi. Why did only Semi disagree? Semi didn’t know how to skate and he didn’t want to embarrass himself. 

“To answer your question Semi, when I was younger my mom wanted me to go pro with skating, but eventually I got into volleyball and skating became a hobby of mine.” Goshiki answers, shocking almost the entire group.

“It looked like you had prior experience so I’m not surprised. It’s odd.” You say getting the attention of everyone, “I find that depending on whatever sport you’ve participated in changes the way you walk or act. Like Goshiki you walk like a volleyball player but there's this hint of elegance behind it, you must have been a figure skater.” Goshiki looked at you, jaw to the floor with your accurate assumption of the sports he partook in.

“Woah (L/N) you’re super good at analyzing people, were you some sort of sports manager back in high school?” Tendou asks, surprised by your knowledge.

“Nah, I’ve just liked looking at people from afar.” You say before realizing how wrong that sounds, “I mean not in the creepy way! Like in a sort of observation way. It’s interesting seeing how people interact with someone they like or dislike. Or if they’re having a bad day or not.”

“I suppose that makes sense. I don’t get it though.” Ushijima says finishing tying up his skates.

“Everyone good to go on now?” Shirabu asks. He was waiting on the ice for a while as the majority of you struggled with getting skates on.

Everyone gets on the ice slowly but surely. Shirabu and Goshiki start skating and trying to one up the other, Tendou and Ushijima skate around trying to get used to the feeling, as you try to get Semi on the ice.

“I don’t know how to do it, I think it’s better if I sit this out.” Semi says, his body shaking from nerves.

“Don’t be like that! You could have a fun time without knowing it, just hold on to the railing and I’ll be right beside you the whole time. I promise.” You try to convince him, holding out your hand to assist him onto the ice. 

Still shaking, Semi grabs your hand and slowly gets onto the ice. While trying to get his left food onto the ice he trips over the bar and falls forwards a bit. Since you weren’t expecting the sudden force you fall down backwards, still holding hands with Semi dragging him down on top of you.

“I’m so sorry (L/N)!” Semi says, getting off you and sitting against the side. “I told you I should’ve stayed on the side.”

“Don’t be sorry, we’re having fun aren’t we! Look, you're on the ice now.” You cheer him up.

“Look at the lovebirds over there.” Tendou whispers to Ushijima, to which he nods in agreement.

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“Thank you for today, as well as walking me home, Semi.” You thank him.

“It’s no problem really, and I should thank you for teaching me how to skate.” He laughs at himself. There were a lot of times where he fell and accidentally brought you down with him but you were right, he had a lot of fun.

“Be safe on the way back to your place, Semi, and make sure to not push yourself. I’ll see you around my favourite regular.” You tease him before shutting the door, leaving the poor man blushing madly.

“I’m your favourite huh.” Semi whispers to himself before walking away. “Damn it I should’ve asked for their contact info!” Semi realizes it’s too late to go back and ask.

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Ding, ding… Ding, ding… Ding, ding… Ding, ding…

Maybe it was the prayer from the shrine or your promotion got popular but you’re backed up in your shop today. Constantly taking orders, making pastries, and cleaning.

“Excuse me but why is it only you working? You should get another hire.” A random customer rudely says to you, to which you brush off. Up until today you weren’t able to afford really anything, but if business continues to be as busy as it is now things will get better.

“Oh, Semi! Welcome, I'll help you in a minute. I just have three more coffees to make before taking your order. Wait, you're getting a black coffee and croissant again right?” 

“You’re right but it looks like you’re swarmed, want some help (L/N)?” He offers, “I’m not good with making coffee or pastries but I can take orders and clean tables. Something to take your mind off stuff.”

“An apron should be in the back, grab that and put it on. Thank you, Semi.” You say, smiling happily as you bring out orders.

“(L/N) we’ve run out of cupcakes!” Semi shouts at you.

“Give me a minute I’m putting frosting on them!” You yell back, quickly finishing the sweet treats and bringing them out to him. “I’ve got to make more dough, you got the front counter?” You ask, to which he nods.

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Flipping around the sign from open to closed was the best feeling today. Both you and Semi Eita collapse on the ground.

“You really need to get another hire.” Semi pants out, his sweat dripping on the floor.

“Thank you for helping out but, didn’t you have work today? I didn’t keep you right?” You sit up, guilty for making him late.

“Actually I didn’t have work, I have the next 2 weeks off. I’m visiting France tomorrow to see Tendou.” He explains, sitting up with you.

“Tell him I said hi!” You excitedly say, “We should start cleaning this up so we can head home though.” 

“Agreed.” 

So the two of you spend the next 45 minutes prepping the pastry batter for tomorrow, cleaning the machinery and the tables, and taking out the trash.

“I’ll see you in a week, Semi.” You say, smiling.

“Eita.”

“Huh?” You ask, confused.

“Call me Eita, not Semi.” He answers, smiling back.

“Then, call me (Y/N).” You wave goodbye to Semi and head home. Even if he was a regular, a friendship has blossomed from it.

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Semi sighs as he plops down on his bed, after being dragged around by Tendou for the entire week he needed a good night's rest. He went to many tourist attractions, he even went to a few bakeries around and, he has to admit, their baked goods were really good but it couldn’t compare to yours. Luckily enough he managed to snag some of Tendou’s chocolate before it all sold out. He thought to himself that he should give you some before drifting off into sleep.

Knock knock.

“Ughhhh…” Semi groans into his pillow, looking up at his clock he notices he’s only been asleep for 3 hours. 

Knock knock!

Sighing Semi stands up and heads towards the door to answer whoever may be knocking. 

“Welcome back Semi!” Two voices call out while confetti flies into his face.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Semi goans, seeing both his underclassmen standing at his door.

“We knew you went to France so we decided to welcome you when you came back home!” Goshiki says.

“Yeah, and we were wondering if you got us any souvenirs..” Shirabu says, eying down Semi.

“No.” 

“What! Why not!?” Both of them exclaim at the same time.

“I’m just messing with you two, but did you both seriously have to come visit me the day I get back?” Semi asks while inviting them inside.

“It was the one day our schedules aligned so we could come together.” Shirabu answers, plopping himself down on the couch.

“Have you eaten yet Semi?” Goshiki asks.

“Nah, like I said I just came back and I immediately fell asleep.” 

“Then if you don’t mind, let me make something!” Goshiki insists.

“Knock yourself out.” Semi answers, joining Shirabu on the couch.

“So you didn’t get souvenirs for just us right? Did you get some for (L/N)? What about Ushijima?” Shirabu bombards Semi.

“Well, Ushijima is rich as hell and you know it. He visits France all the time to see Tendou. I also didn’t get anything for (L/N).” Semi lied through his teeth. What he found which reminded him of you was a mug that highlighted your kind personality. He also found matching keychains for both you and his underclassmen.

“I don’t believe you but you can spout whatever you want. Start the TV so we can watch Ushijima play.” Shirabu complains.

“Shit he’s playing today? I thought that was tomorrow.” Semi says, turning on the TV just in time to see Ushijima spike a ball, gaining a point. “Damn that still gives me chills to this day.” 

“Yeah Ushijima is super cool. I can’t believe how competitive I was with him back in high school.” Goshiki, embarrassed with himself, says while walking out with a tray of sandwiches and tea. “The tea just got poured, be careful.”

“I was surprised all those years ago when Tendou said he wasn’t going to go pro. I thought for sure he was.” Shirabu says, reminiscing about the past.

“You’re not one to be sappy, what's wrong with you.”  Semi stares him down.

“Med school has been getting to me, what can I say?” Shirabu sighs. He takes up a cup of tea and sips it to only spit it back out.

“It’s hot isn't it?” Goshiki stares at Shirabu angrily.

“Yeah it is.” 

“Maybe you should’ve listened to me.”

“Stop staring at me like that!” Shirabu yells back jokingly.

“Now, now, you two don’t make me call Tendou, you do know it's early in the morning for him.” Semi says, trying to stop the fight between the two. The two instantly stop bickering. 

Back in high school there was once a fight between underclassmen around 2am. Tendou, who was woken up by this fight, managed to strike so much fear into the poor students to the point where they resigned from the volleyball club.

“Let’s just cheer on Ushijima, yeah?” Semi asks, to which the two boys nod their heads.

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Semi sighs, glad to see his underclassmen but also glad that they’ve left. Goshiki, bless his heart for making food and drinks, choose the wrong tea, making caffeinated tea instead of uncaffeinated. Semi took this as a sign to fully unpack and clean the house, to get rid of some energy of course.

“Oh that’s right.” He mutters to himself, picking up the bag of chocolate that he bought for you.

See there was a little event that happened in France. Semi had stopped by a bakery and they had chocolate croissants and they were irresistible. That’s when he had an idea, he decided that when he came back he would try to make chocolate croissants for the both of you. He spent a good two hours asking Tendou how to melt it, how to properly drizzle the chocolate, pretty much every question in the book. Now it was the time to put all the knowledge he gained to use.

He burnt 2 batches, one of which was still raw on the inside. Thankfully his last chance at making a batch turned out perfectly. He quickly drizzled the chocolate on top, letting it sit. Thus your big souvenir from France was made.

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Knock, knock.

“(Y/N)? Are you home? You should be off work at this time.” Semi asks, waiting for you to open the door, he has all your souvenirs in a gift bag. You rush to open the door.

“Eita, I’m so glad you’re back, I missed you!” You exclaim, jumping up and hugging him.

“Woah be careful! I bought you some gifts and one is fragile!” Semi says, placing one hand around your back to stabilize the two of you.

“You didn’t have to, after all I’m not as close as you are with your other friends.” You pout, gently letting yourself off of him.

“Well I wanted to get you something. Mind if I come in?” He asks, to which you oblige. 

Semi walks in and places his gift bag on the table, you followed him shortly behind. He then pulls out three different wrapped gifts, each being a different size. You frown.

“Did you have to wrap them all?”

“No but I thought it would be a nice gesture.” He says handing the smallest gift to you first. “Open this.” 

You smile, gladly pulling apart the wrapping to see a cute coffee keychain.

“They had four different colours of the coffee, so I bought all of them. Gave one to Goshiki and Shirabu and kept one for myself.” Semi says while pulling out his phone to show the cute green coffee cup hanging from it. “Here’s the second one.” He says handing you the next gift, which was the medium sized one.

“Thank you so much Eita, don’t forget to tell Goshiki and Shirabu that I’d love to hang out with them again!” You say, smiling at the fond memory of the two. “Alright let me open this bad boy!” You say while ripping off the wrapping.

It was a mug, a beautiful one at that. It had your name on the side of it with beautiful designs covering it.

“I got it at a small business, I specifically requested your name.” He says, smiling sheepishly. “Do you like it?” 

“Of course I do!” You respond almost immediately, running to the kitchen sink to wash it. “I’ll drink something out of it later. Now what’s the last gift!” You say while making grabby hands towards Semi.

“Here.” He hands you the last one, a slight hue a pink covering his cheeks. 

You pull off the wrapping to see a container with croissants in it. 

“French croissants? From a bakery?” You look up to him confused.

“I actually made the croissants myself, the chocolate though is Tendou’s chocolate. I melted some down and drizzled it on top, I also have a bag of them if you want it plain.” Semi says, giving you a big smile, “Let me know how they taste, yeah?” 

“Eita..” You flush. He specifically remembered how you wanted to try Tendou’s chocolate, and he knew how much you liked pastries so he went out of his way and made you chocolate covered croissants. “Thank you, even if you were a regular at first, we definitely have blossomed into something more.” 

Now it was his turn to blush.

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Ding, ding.

“Welcome!” An unfamiliar voice calls out to Semi. Looking to where the voice came from he notices a teenage girl instead of you. “What can I get for you?” The girl asks, smiling up at him.

“Is (Y/N), er, (L/N) here?” He asks, only for her to shake her head.

“(L/N) is sick right now so my mom asked me to take care of the store for them. I’m alright with it because when this place gets business I’m gonna apply here and work!” The girl says enthusiastically, “So are you gonna order anything?” 

“I’ll take a medium green tea and soup to go please.” He answers.

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Knock… knock… knock..

“(Y/N)? Are you home?” Semi asks, giving time between each knock of the door. Eventually the door swings open, scaring him.

“Eita what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?” You ask in a daze, both from confusion and from your sickness.

“Firstly it’s the weekend, all I have is my band but we’re not practicing until later, secondly, I don’t want you to stay sick. Go inside, I'll warm up your soup.” Semi says, slightly shoving you back inside your house with ease.

“Oooookayyy, I’m going to the couch.” You point in the direction you’re going before sluggishly making your way there.

Locking the door, Semi lets himself in and heads straight for your kitchen. He brings out a pot and puts the soup inside, letting it boil. While it’s heating up he pours some tea out for you, kept warm by a thermal cup.

“(Y/N), here drink some of this.” Semi asks, placing the cup of tea next to you, after you not moving for a while he asks again for you to drink some. This goes on for a while before he’s fed up and takes the cup and holds it to your lips.

“Open your mouth a bit, I’ll pour some in for you to drink.” He smiles as you oblige, slightly opening your mouth allowing for some liquid to get in. “I’ll be right back with some soup for you.” He gets up and heads back to the kitchen. 

As he’s out of view your cheeks turn a light pink, realizing what Semi had just done. Grabbing a pillow you lean your head down comfortably onto it.

 “Have you eaten anything at all today? You shouldn’t get sick from lack of food.” He mutters, gently brushing some hair off your face only to realize you fell asleep. “I’ll put the soup in the oven to keep it warm.” He says standing up and grabbing the bowl.

After putting the bowl into the oven he notices the dishes that were left, wanting to make things easier he begins washing them. Just then the realization hit him, his face turned red as a tomato, he was acting as if you two were a married couple. For a good minute that was the only thing he could think of, getting very flustered.

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Eventually you fell asleep. Not wanting you to sleep on the couch he picks you up and tries finding your room. 

“(Y/N), is it this one?” He whispers, as to not stir you up too much. You groan yes in response. He gently places you down onto your bed, grabbing some blankets to place on top of you. He quickly runs downstairs to grab a glass of water in case you’re thirsty when you wake up.

“(Y/N).” He mutters to himself, “Am I in love with you?”

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“After talking with the council, Semi you definitely like (L/N). Definitely in a romantic type of way too.” 

“The fuck is the council?? You just asked Shirabu and Tendou their opinions, didn't you Goshiki.” Semi angrily says.

“You should try making a move Semi. Now I have to go, my practice starts soon.” Goshiki says before hanging up the phone.

Semi groans and composes himself before entering your shop. Looking around he doesn’t see you until he looks down to you on the floor scrubbing something.

“Oh! Eita, don’t mind me, one of the customers threw up on the floor.” You answer what was obviously going through his head. 

“No get up, let me finish cleaning it up. You’ve probably had a long day.” He says before bending down and taking the cleaning supplies out of your hands. 

“Thank you. Oh also! I get to have some time off, I found some new hires since business has been going well!” You say while taking off the puke covered gloves. “Since it’s not a busy season for you, we should hang out soon.” 

“I have a show this friday. If you’d like to come, I can get you tickets.” Semi blurts out.

“Well now I can’t say no if one of the band members asks me!”

“I’ll send you the information afterwards, but now I’m gonna go wash my hands.” Semi says, placing the cleaning supplies down and walking away.

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“Woah.” Is all you can say when you see the venue. It’s quite small but still feels like a concert hall, it’s not too empty and feels homey almost. “Excuse me but where is this seat located?” You ask a person nearby.

“Oh you’re so lucky dear, that’s right in front!” The nice woman says. She directs you the right way, and you thank her.

She wasn’t lying, you were lucky. Front and center, you got the greatest view of the stage. You wait in suspense as the band members go on stage one by one until Semi walks up. Oh, is all you can think. His hair, his outfit, everything just made him so attractive.

The night went on, each song bringing a new edge, and finally after an hour the songs came to an end. Before anyone does anything Semi speaks up.

“My name is Semi Eita, I’m the guitarist for this band and I have an announcement to make.” He pauses and takes a deep breath, “I’ve fallen in love with one of you in the crowd, I truly hope you know who you are.” He says as he holds up his phone.

That’s when it hits you, the phone wasn’t him ending the night in some punk way, it was a way of showing who he liked, that person being you. You were the only one in the crowd who had matching souvenirs with you, you were the only one who talked with him daily.

You walk outside with the rest of the crowd, circling around to the back door. You sigh as you think this through again. Semi, he was definitely more than a regular but, did you really want to pursue a relationship with him? He helped when you were in a time of need, he bought and made little souvenirs for you when on his trip to France, got you chocolates you’ve been wanting forever, and took care of you when you were sick. On the flip side though, you only knew him because he became a regular, you don’t even have any way to contact any of his friends. You sigh, deciding on your final answer.

You knock on the back door to see one of Semi’s bandmates answer. 

“Yo, I can’t let you in here, sorry.” He says.

“I’m here to see Semi, he invited me to come here and I kinda need a ride back.” You laugh awkwardly as the bandmates' eyes widen.

“So it’s you, yeah? The one he likes, c’mon in.” He laughs and opens the door for you.

“Thank you for opening the door and thank you for telling me it’s me.” You wave and go on the hunt to find Semi. 

You see out of the corner of your eye the door that says Semi. You slowly open the door to see Semi sitting with his head in his hands muttering about anything and everything, you hear a few ‘why did I do that’ and ‘god they hate me now’. 

“Eita, don’t worry.” You hug him from behind, “If today was your way of asking me on a date, then I accept.”

[shuhwaa]

Makeout Sessions with (G)I-dle

(G)I-dle all members x gn!reader words: ~300 per member genre: fluff warnings: suggestive

Soyeon:

When your girlfriend Soyeon comes home from a long day at work, finding you lazing around in the couch, her intentions are clear. She slips out of her shoes and throws aside her jacket while walking right over to you, and as she’s combing her fingers through her short hair, her gaze fixates on you. You're taken by surprise when she takes a seat in your lap, throwing her arms loosely around your shoulders, and you raise your eyebrows at her when she bites her bottom lip. "Babe?" you ask. "I had a bad day," she informs you. "And you know what would really help me relax right now?" "A kiss?" you guess, and she grins at you.  "Yes," Soyeon answers as her lips are already brushing against yours. "Actually," she then continues whispering, "one won't be enough." You put your hands on her hips in response, pulling her closer as you melt into another one of her kisses. Her tired movements soon become more passionate, and hands are beginning to roam each other's bodies. When she rolls her hips against yours, she lures a gasp out of you, and when she gives you a wicked grin, you know she has you where she wants you. She leans in for another kiss that leaves you breathless, and eventually she drags her lips down past your chin and you throw your head back to give her access to your throat.  "I feel so much better already, babe..." she mutters as she begins to nip at the sensitive skin. "Let's make us both feel real good, hm?"

Miyeon:

The two of you have been invited to a party that turns out to be super boring, but both your manners are too good to leave early. You agree to find an excuse for getting out of there as soon as possible, but for now you're still stuck at your mutual friend's house, hoping for time to pass faster. At some point boredom leads you to mess with Miyeon a bit, light touches lingering and growing more frequent. You have your arm around her most of the time, and whenever nobody's looking you let your fingertips ghost over her ass, and while sitting at the dining table, you rest your hand on her thigh and slowly drag it up higher every now and then. "Wanna get out of here for a while?" you eventually ask, throwing her a look that leaves her flustered. Still, she lets you lead her to a room with no people around, and as soon as the door is closed behind you, you push her up against it and keep her in place. "Y/N..." she calls out to you, and from the way her voice sounds and how she expectantly keeps staring at your lips, you can tell you've riled her up enough. Not wasting another second, you rake your fingers up into her hair and you bring her in for a hot kiss.  "Sorry for playing around..." you breathe when you part for a short moment. Miyeon shakes her head. As if to tell you to shut up and just keep going, she throws her arms around you and then smashes her lips against yours in a haste. "Fuck, you're perfect," you mumble into the kiss while you let your hands roam her body through the dress she's wearing.  "Baby..." your girlfriend mewls as you kiss your way down her throat and back up to her lips while your fingertips dance over her hips and down her thighs. "Let's stay here for a while," you mumble. Then you drag your lips south. "Nobody out there is gonna miss us anyway..."

Minnie:

It's evening when you find your girlfriend Minnie standing in the kitchen. Since you decided she'd be in charge of making dinner today, she's preparing some ingredients as you sneak up to her from behind and wrap your arms around her body.  "Baby~" you whine, putting your chin atop her shoulder, "Gimme kisses." Minnie can't but chuckle because of you trying to act cute, however she doesn't hesitate to put down the knife she's holding and spin around in your hold to cup your face with her hands. She gives you an endearing smile before placing a short peck on your lips, and when she pulls back she waits for you to complain that you want more. Another laugh escapes her upon seeing you so desperate. "You're so cute, Y/N," she remarks, leaning in so the tips of your noses are touching. Her gaze drops to your mouth and the smile on her face disappears, when she closes the distance between your lips. You hold her close as you let her set the pace, and when she parts from you for a second you're quick to kiss her again. "I have to make us food, baby," your girlfriend whispers into your mouth, but when you press your body up against her even tighter, she doesn't resist. Instead, she deepens the kiss, taking her time exploring your mouth, and as you keep slowly making out, you eventually wander to the sofa in the living room, dropping down there with you lying underneath her. Limbs tangled and breaths getting heavier, you can see the need in her eyes as you part for a long moment. "Dinner can wait," you mutter, pulling her in to attach your lips to her nape. Minnie moans in agreement, and when you pull back, she's quick to have you trapped in another open mouthed kiss.

Yuqi:

What was supposed to be an innocent study date quickly turns into the two of you flirting back and forth. Yuqi was supposed to help you with a paper for one of your classes, but really all you're doing is bicker in between countless little touches that aren't at all accidental. Eventually she ends up being the one snapping herself out of the laughter and putting on a strict face. "Y/N, let's focus!" Her deep voice resounds in your ears, but you're not up for taking the paperwork in front of you seriously just yet. "Only if I get a kiss!" you demand, lifting your chin in a challenging motion. Yuqi lets out a huff, before she starts to grin herself. "A kiss?" she repeats. "Fine." You're a bit surprised by her answer, not having expected her to agree so easily, but she doesn't leave you a whole lot of time to think about it anyway. Leaning in quickly, she brushes her lips against yours softly at first, leading the kiss. Slow movements become more passionate quickly, and just when you're about to deepen the kiss, she pulls back, leaving you with a tingly sensation on your lips. "More?" she asks, and the way she raises an eyebrow at you tells you that this can only be a trap, but who are you to say no to another taste of your girlfriend's sweet kisses? "Yeah," you breathe, closing the distance between you and her again. She cups your face in her hands while you undo her ponytail in order to thread your fingers through her hair, all the while kissing at a slow pace. You become needier eventually, pressing your lips against hers more firmly, and she pulls you in closer, before she tears herself away eventually. You're breathless, yet you want more, but Yuqi avoids all further approaches. "Nuh-uh." She shakes her head at you and then taps the paper in front of you. "I just gave you kisses for free. If you want more, you'll have to earn them!"

Shuhua:

It's Sunday and almost lunchtime, but somehow the two of you still haven't gotten out of bed. Instead, you're lying side by side, both focused on your phones and exchanging trivialities. "Wanna order food later?" you ask. "We have some at home though?" Shuhua answers, peeking at your phone screen to see you scrolling through the delivery app you usually use. "What do you wanna order?" "Not sure..." you look up to find her face right in front of you, and you chuckle at her messy hair, before trying to comb your fingers through it but getting stuck somewhere in the middle. She swats your hand away eventually, pouting because you must've accidentally pulled on a strand too hard. "Baby," you call out to her, "I wanna kiss you." Your girlfriend can only smile and then dramatically puff out her lips for you to give her a peck. "That's nice too, of course, but..." You throw your phone to the side in order to crawl on top of her. "I meant a proper kiss." When you lean in you see her eyelids flutter shut, and she sighs into the kiss as you press your lips against hers. You can feel her putting her palms on your hips, dragging her hands up to your waist and behind your shoulders as you begin to slowly make out with her. You part for air eventually, however you don't wait too long to kiss a trail up her jaw and down the side of her throat, until you feel one of her hands at the back of your head, pulling you close along with a moan falling from her lips.  "Maybe we wait a bit with the food..." you mutter, looking up to find her gaze on you, and you place one of your hands atop her stomach to have it wander up to her chest.  "Yeah," she agrees, already bringing you closer for another kiss. "Breakfast can wait..."

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey squiggly! I’m back lol!

It’s my birthday today so… Can I get a dabble where Barry forgot the reader’s birthday and gets tickle-punished by the reader until he figures it out? (With my hc I told u about his knees and the way he tires out quickly)

Thank you! Idk if you’re allowed to do more than one but since it’s my birthday I thought I’d try :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I had to bump this one up- it's time sensitive kajrjkearjkej (This is the last one I'm bumping up I promise!) This is so cute! I've gotcha covered, friend!

“Hey! Why…why are you looking at me like that?” Barry asked, leaning away at your scary glare. It was already early afternoon and he still didn’t say anything!

“Do you know what day it is?” You asked, raising a brow.

“Erm…Wednesday?” He offered, shrinking back at your glare. “Erm…wait- lemme figure this out-”

“TOO LATE!” You cried, at your limit. You pounced, closing him into his chair and latching onto his knees with vengeful fingers. “I’m gonna make you remember! One way or another!

“Aheahhahahhaha! Gehahahhahahahhahah! Whahahahit whahahhhait (Y/N), pleahahhahahahse! Pleahahahahse I’m shahahhahharry!” He cried out, kicking his legs sporadically as he flailed in his seat. “I’m bahahahhhad wiihihihith dhahahahahtes, I’m sahahhahrry!”

“You and I both know that’s a lie! Come on- you can do this! It’s an important date, one that you should never ever forget?” You cued him on, moving one hand beneath his knee and the other on top. “You put it on a calendar every year, there's candles~”

“Ahehahhahahahaha! H-Hahahahnakuh?” He guessed, making you tch. “AHEHAHHAHA (Y/N)!” His squeals shot up an octave when you began squeezing the spots above his kneecaps. “AHEHAHHAHAHAHHA WAHHAHAIT WHAHAHAIT BIIHIHIRTHDAY!”

“Yes! And who’s birthday is it?” You asked, leaning in dramatically.

“YOHOOHURS! YOHOHOOHUR BIHIHIRTHDAY!” He cried, gasping for air when you finally stopped tickling him. “Ihihihit’s yohohho…yohoohur birth-” He sat up, wide eyed. “OH MY ARCEUS!”

“Yeah. It’s my birthday.” You sat down with a small huff, trying not to let your hurt show. Now that your initial anger passed, the reality that your boyfriend forgot your birthday stung more than anything.

“Oh my- Oh shoot- hang on!” Barry got up, running not out the door like you suspected but rather to the bedroom. Raising a brow, you watched him dash back with a bag in his arms.

“I’m so sorry- I hadn’t meant to forget. I got so caught up with making the cake this morning, it slipped my mind.” He held out the present, sheepishly ducking his head. “Happy birthday, (Y/N). I hope you like it.”

Your hurt melted away, guilt touching your chest as you looked at the present in hand. “Barry..” You took it gently, peeking inside and finding a plushie of your favorite pokemon. “Oh my god- it’s so cute!”

“You like it?” Barry perked up, delighted as you carefully removed your gift, hugging it close.

“I love it! I’m sorry for doubting you. I should have known you wouldn’t forget.” You leaned into him as he sat down beside you, hugging you gently.

“Hey- I’m the one who should apologize. I’ll fine myself 10000 yen for that mishap.” He kissed your brow, gently pinching your cheek. “Let me make it up to you with dinner at the place you love so much.”

“I’d love that!” You grinned, nodding and kissing his blushing cheek.

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a 300-500 word dabble for it!

[the-ferocious-kittyrose]

This is an old fic from my RE Village phase in 2021 that I found buried in my drafts. Its unfinished, but I decided to share it.

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Karl meets his siblings

(Also I don’t care if I get the canon lore wrong. My house, my canon.)

Karl was “adopted” by Mother Miranda when he was sixteen years old, and needless to say, he was none too pleased about it. He’d been tortured and experimented on, his family murdered, and now he was stuck with this horrific new “family” he wanted no part of.

He still remembers the day Miranda had introduced him to his new “siblings.” The sun was just starting to rise, the light reflecting on the frost covered grass like glittering stars, it was almost pretty, but he wasn’t exactly in the mood to appreciate it at the moment. Instead he stared down at his boots as he silently walked behind Miranda, her dark ominous form gliding through the morning fog. She looked like a damn demon, but at this point he doubted any demon could hold a candle to Miranda.

Miranda lead him to the entrance of the Cathedral, a heavy black door bearing Miranda’s winged sigil. The doors opened with a groan as they approached, and he felt a chill run through his body, there was something evil about this place. Miranda stepped forward into the dark hall and Heisenberg followed.

They walked in silence, until Miranda spoke, “Today is a grand day, my child.”

He bit his tongue and tried his best to suppress a scowl.

‘My child’

He clenched his fists.

“Today you will be join your siblings and take your place with your true family. I assure you, there could be no greater honor.”

Karl grimaced, he was pretty sure he could think of many ‘greater honors,’ cleaning a horse’s stall with his tongue came to mind. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself, he was lucky the Cathedral was primarily made from wood and stone, or the entire thing would’ve come down the second Miranda mentioned his ‘true family,’ though that may be preferable to what was to come.

Karl just gave a slight nod to Miranda’s words as he lead him to a large blood red door. He tensed as Miranda placed her cold clawed hand on his back, lightly pushing him forward as the doors creaked open.

As he crossed the threshold, he felt the weight of four intense stares lock on him from the dusty pews. If he was being honest, he was miserable as fuck, but he wasn’t going to let these fuckers see that. With his father gone, he was the new head of House Heisenberg, the lord of the god damn iron tower! He had to be strong, show no fear, if he didn’t he’s pretty sure his father’s ghost would show up and murder him. He took enough shit from Miranda, his new “siblings” wouldn’t get the same pleasure.

He held his chin high and sauntered forward, like it was just a normal day at the market. His eyes scanned the decrepit room, only briefly looking over his audience, as if he couldn’t care less that they were there.

The first person he recognized was Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. Heisenberg was never particularly interested in politics or noble bullshit, but even the most uneducated village fool knew how influential and absurdly rich the Dimitrescu family was. Alcina looked to be around twenty, with pale white skin, but the thing that stood out most was just how fucking massive she was. From what he could see he guessed she had to be around seven feet tall. As he passed, she eyed his shaggy hair and messy clothes with a sour judgmental look.

‘She’s gonna be fun to deal with,’ Karl thought to himself. ‘Nothing better than a spoiled rich girl.’

The next thing to catch his eye was the thin hunched over figure with slimy gray skin and a mouth full of rotting yellow teeth. With his leathery skin and thinning greasy hair Heisenberg couldn’t even tell how old the figure might be. He also found it difficult to put a name to the figure. His best guess was that it was one of Lord Moreau’s sons, but that bastard had somewhere between 30 and 300 sons and Heisenberg would be damned if he was gonna bother learning all those names.

As he walked further, he heard shrill high pitched giggling coming from right beside him, he whipped his head around to find the source and found nothing. He looked around confused when he saw quick movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked down and saw the creepiest damn puppet he’d ever seen, and that’s ignoring the fact that the fucking thing was laughing and moving on it own!

“What the fuck!” He stumbled backward, nearly knocking Miranda over. The doll’s shrill laugh grew louder, now accompanied by a deep gurgling laugh Karl assumed must’ve been the slimy freak, even Lady Alcina covered her mouth to suppress a chuckle. His face was hot with embarrassment and anger and he turned to face the freaky doll, who was still laughing and skipping in circles around him.

Karl growled and clenched his fists, “get the fuck away from me!” He yelled as he reared back and kicked the freaky doll as hard as he could. It let out a long high pitch shriek as it flew a good 20 feet back before hitting the stone wall with a hard thud.

Just then, Karl heard a small gasp from the pews. A small girl he hadn’t noticed before ran up to the doll and scooped it into her arms as it muttered angrily. No wonder he hadn’t noticed her before, the girl was dressed in all black from the head down, even her face was covered by a black vail.

‘Who the hell is this?’ Karl thought to himself. This kid couldn’t be any older than twelve, what the hell was she doing here?

“Donna!” Miranda’s voice boomed through the cathedral and the little girl jumped. “I warned you to control that thing!”

‘Donna?’ Carl thought for a moment, then it clicked, Donna Beneviento, the doll maker’s daughter. The kid was somewhat of a local legend, well... maybe not a legend, more of a scary story passed around by board fools with nothing better to do.

The Beneviento family was always strange and secretive, and when Lord Beneviento’s second daughter was born rumors swarmed like flies. Beneviento hadn’t let anybody outside the estate actually see the kid. For years the girl never left the house on the hill, even when her family would come down to the village, she would stay behind, hidden away behind locked doors. Eventually it came out that the girl had some sort of facial deformity, apparently one of Beneviento’s maids had let it slip at a tavern and word spread like wildfire.

Suddenly she had sunken holes where her eyes should be, her lips had rotted away to nothing, she had a bloody hand where her tongue should be, and so on, and so on...

A few years later, Beneviento’s eldest daughter was found dead. She had fallen down the well in the basement, hit her head and drowned. But apparently no one thought to check there because it took a fucking week for someone to find her, and sadly that person was young Donna. Beneviento and his wife must’ve taken the death pretty hard, as less than a week later they threw themselves from the top of a waterfall, leaving poor Donna behind.

But luckily the ever so gracious and loving Mother Miranda swooped in to fix everything.

Karl cringed, remembering the horrific torture the witch had put him through, what sort of sick freak would put a child through that? Especially one that has all been through so much...

Donna turned to Miranda, ducked her head, and whispered a quick apology. She clutched the doll to her chest and ran past Karl, back to her seat.

Miranda’s cold gaze followed her and Karl’s stomach churned.

[toujokaname]

Mischief / Episode 2

Characters: Rinne, Niki, Kohaku, HiMERU 

"—There's something HiMERU would very much like to try ♪"

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Season: Spring

Location: Café Cinnamon

Rinne: Anyway, enough of that.

The reason we dragged our sorry selves here today wasn't just to mooch a meal off Niki.

Niki: I really wish you'd stop using my workplace as a hangout spot, it's super annoying.

But well, if people are hungry, I’ll feed 'em. 'Cause I'll always be an ally of those with empty bellies.

Kohaku: Now that's what I call an ideal chef.

Rinne: Welp, let's just eat like usual and shoot the shit!

We can talk about this PBB thing too—it's pretty juicy, right?

Check it out, I got so hooked that I ended up splurging on a ton of doujinshi about it.

This one's a masterpiece! I skimmed it, and in this story, Merumeru splits into different personalities, and Kohaku-chan gets toyed with by each one ♪

HiMERU: —If all this leads to is ceaseless mockery, HiMERU will take his leave.

Rinne: C'mon, I already said I'm praising you. And also, we do need to discuss practical matters too.

Honestly, this is unprecedented for Crazy:B. We're getting so many job offers that we need to start picking and choosing.

In other words, we've gotta decide which gigs to take and which ones to turn down.

Up till now, we've been so sidelined at work that we'd pretty much take any job without thinking twice.

Kohaku: That really so bad? Far as I'm concerned, every job's a chance to gain experience, so I'd wanna take any job that comes our way...?

Rinne: It's physically impossible to take on every job.

There's no way we could handle it, even if we bust our asses. We'd need ten or twenty more Crazy:Bs just to get through all the requests properly.

Kohaku: We're really that in demand, huh...? So I guess we actually do got the luxury of bein' picky for once...

Rinne: We could always just refuse all the requests and jack up our prices, but that's just one way to play it.

Like saying Crazy:B's not gonna keep working for chump change forever.

HiMERU: We have been undervalued for quite some time. It's likely they took advantage of the instability of our situation, during those uncertain times in which we didn't know when we might be fired.

Rinne: But tossing away this all-you-can-eat buffet we've been handed would be a total waste.

It doesn't matter how many times you hit the jackpot or trigger a special bonus mode—nothing's gonna happen if you don't throw the damn balls in.

Niki: Ugh, again with the pachinko metaphors! Explain it with cooking instead!

Rinne: Say you put in the effort to plow a field and plant seeds but just leave it there without harvesting, it's all for nothing, right?

Niki: Now that makes sense~♪

Kohaku: It's like lettin' the future play out on its own. But yeah, if you don't harvest what you plant, what was the point of sowin' the field at all?

Rinne: And now's exactly the time for harvesting.

Sooo, what's it gonna be? If you just pick jobs without thinking, it'll be all about taking the ones that make the most money with the least effort.

Kohaku: That's the normal way to choose work.

But work ain't just 'bout making money. For some folks, it's 'bout self-fulfillment, or tryin' to find some meanin' in life.

HiMERU: It's a matter of priorities. Whether to make a big profit now, choose the work we're fond of, or invest in future prospects—

In other words, should the goal be to use this opportunity to try various kinds of work and gain experience?

How we choose our jobs depends on what we want to achieve.

Rinne: Welp, think it over carefully.

This is outside of my calculations. It wasn't intentionally created to stir up controversy or set a trend, so I'm at a loss on how to handle it.

I'm gonna beat that metaphor to death, but really, this is just like hitting the lottery.

What you do with that 300 million yen—the luck of a lifetime—is all on you.

Rinne: The thrill in gambling's in aiming and hitting the target; when cash suddenly rains down from the sky, it ain't exciting at all.

So, honestly, I'm not all that interested in this situation.

HiMERU: You have such a troublesome personality.

Rinne: Yep. That's why I ain't touching this one.

You guys can't just keep chasing after my ass all the time. Try using your own brains now and then? Yeah?

HiMERU: Since you immediately sprint off in baffling directions, we're left with no choice but to pursue you desperately.

That said, it is true that Crazy:B's activities have been heavily driven by Amagi up until now.

However, while units like StarPro's Ryuseitai are undeniably conspicuous or even blatant, perhaps it wouldn't hurt if, on occasion, someone other than the leader took center stage?

Kohaku: This PBB thing's supposed to be 'bout me and HiMERU-han, after all.

This is luck that we attracted, so it only makes sense we get to decide how to spend what we made from it.

Niki: Do as you please~♪ I'll leave it to you guys!

Kohaku: Still as ridiculously laid-back as ever, Niki-han...

HiMERU: Even so, this could be a good opportunity...

Kohaku: Hm? What is it? I can't make out a word you're sayin' when you mumble like that.

HiMERU: Never mind that. —Everyone, how about you leave this matter entirely to HiMERU?

Kohaku: Huh? Well, I don't mind, but I don't really have anythin' I wanna do with this weird trend either.

Niki: Does that mean you actually wanna do something this time, HiMERU-kun?

That's rare~ You're usually as unmotivated as I am, just in a different vector than me.

HiMERU: It's unpleasant to be lumped in with Shiina's kind. But well, it is what it is.

—There's something HiMERU would very much like to try ♪

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[sharperthewriter]

Chapter 23 of Roneo and Kimliet

Chapter 23 (9:04am, Tuesday, Feb. 14, 2006) The Middleton High readerboard said "Happy Singles Awareness Day" as today was Valentine's Day. In the spirit of the holiday, all of the halls of the school were decked out with red heart paper cutouts as well as cheap Smarty-Mart brand paper cutouts Cupid about to shoot off his arrow.

All of this imagery made Kim very uncomfortable as she was heading towards her locker. Kim was wearing her plaid-shirt and dark denim baggy overalls outfit topped with brown boots. She had a heavy jacket earlier because it was cold outside but she tied it around her waist.

She felt uncomfortable because she saw Tara with Josh and Jessica with Steve and a few other classmates and seniors with their significant others. And in the back of her head, Junior Prom was gonna come in the next three months. Bonnie was going to laugh with all of her other mates on the Wicked Cheers, which consisted of the Ashleys, Hope, Amanda, and Sarah as she comes into the gym…without a signifiant other.

She took a deep breath and opened up her locker as Wade came on.

"Anything yet on that insect helmet?" Kim asked.

"I have not heard any news since it was stolen." Wade replied.

"We'll have to narrow down our list of suspects." Kim said, "We at the very least know that it isn't Drakken and Shego because they are still in prison for the whole mind-control shampoo plot."

"So who would be next?" Wade asked.

"I would guess the next one would be Killigan because he did try and steal the helmet once before from Acuna."

"More than likely so." Wade replied.

"You got any movement on him?" Kim questioned.

"Not as of yet, but I will be the first to inform you if he does." Wade insisted.

"You comp-rock, Wade!" Kim replied with a smile before the screen faded to black.

Monique then came up next to Kim's locker, sporting another long CB dark-denim dress, pink high heel boots, and giant hoop earrings.

"Hey, Kim, you wanted to talk one-on-one? Well, ya girl's here!" the fashionista exclaimed.

"Monique, I'm glad you're here but I prefer the one-on-one girl-only chat away from school." Kim insisted, "Bonnie could have one the Ashleys stationed to spy on us!"

Monique whispered, "Good point. So…your room?"

"Most defs my room!" Kim insisted. "And the trap door locked. We don't want those nosy Tweebs either."

"Agreed." Monique replied. "So you going to head to G-Hall this afternoon for R&J practice?"

"I don't have much of a choice." Kim replied, "Gotta get that other arts credit somehow to graduate. Still it feels weirdish…"

"How come?" Monique asked.

"That the first Romeo and Juliet practice is held…on Valentine's Day…" Kim said, shuddering, "I don't know. Something just feels off."

(4:15pm) Kim went with her backpack with the Romeo and Juliet script inside to the G-Hall auditorium, where the first practice was to be held at. It only seated around 300 people. She took a deep breath.

Okay, Possible. Remember what Mom said before…It's only a play!

Kim opened up the doors, and there was the entire Drama Class there. It was about 25 students, plus the much-feared Glee Three and Barkin.

"You're 15 minutes early, Possible. I like that!" Barkin said with a slight smile, "Now where is Stoppable?"

"He should be here…I hope…" Kim said with a slight worry. Ron was never the best when it came to promptness on time.

(4:28pm)

Ron then made it through the double-doors of the small auditorium.

He also had his script in hand that was, thankfully for him, not missing any pages.

"I had to get through the maze of hallways, but I finally made it!" Ron said, out of breath.

"You made it to practice, Stoppable…" Barkin exclaimed before he muttered, "…barely."

Barkin then turned his attention to the other students.

"Okay, people! Since you are all present with no unexcused absences, the Glee Three will happily cut off time of your practice, just for today! But if you screw up on the lines that are assigned to your scripts, highlighted by my trusty yellow highlighter…" he proclaimed while holding up the yellow highlighter that had been with him for a few years, "…we will make future practices a bit longer!"

"And…" he continued, "…the Glee Three will be watching your every move on stage. So make sure to follow their instructions! As stated before, the performance will be a 25% weighted test to your final grade for this semester."

The other 28 students that were on stage looked at the trio of drama students with wary anxiety. The cold dead eyes of Vancec Ment, Cara Van and Laramaie Tara were all looking at them, waiting to purge any concepts of individualism from their bodies.

"We demand that you act as one!" Vance proclaimed.

"Or you will receive a failing greade from Barkin!" Laramie hissed.

Barkin also gave the scripts of the Romeo and Juliet play to the Glee Three for the first time, since all of the other students had their scripts beforehand.

Those three all opened it for the first time and they were stunned to learn that something odd has happened to their version of the play.

"Mr. Barkin…?" Cara asked.

"What is it now, Van?" Barkin sighed. He wanted to get this overwith as much as the other kids were.

"Certain parts have been blackened out from the play! And the script is in regular modern English instead of Old English!" Cara exclaimed,

"Why is this?"

"A few aspects of the play have…what do you call it…objectionable material in it. Furthermore, the people who spoke Old English have been dead for nearly 800 years." Barkin explained, "The arts division of the school board screened through the script and made the changes in order to meet approval from the school board so that it can be seen and understood correctly by your mamas and papas."

"This is obscene! This is an insult to the work of Shakespeare!" Vance yelled.

"The Immortal Bard must be spinning in his grave at Stratford-upon-Avon in Warwickshire as we speak!" Laramaie shouted.

"We are not going to perform this so-called play approved by the district!" Cara chanted.

Barkin furrowed his glare at the three, for he had a weapon up his sleeve.

"Maybe you can take your 'protest' in front of Mrs. Veronica Rockwaller and her Swatter!"

The mere metnion of the head disciplinarian/superintendent of the MUSD and her infamous wooden paddle that she owned sent a shock of fear through the Glee Three.

"No! Please!" Vance pleaded, his resistance breaking down very quickly.

"We don't want to be paddled!" Cara whined while getting down on her knees and begging for forgiveness.

Laramie cried, "I don't want my buttock to be red!"

Barkin smiled, now that he had utilized fear to its most potent through the MUSD.

"Now you three WILL be using the school-approved version of the play and have the students perform to it!" he demanded.

The three of them acknowled with a mere whimper, "Understood!"

Little did Kim know that Amanda was grinning from the assistant director's chair. She had a vile ace up her sleeve.

[tsuki-sennin]

Episode 44! She's finally here~! The Empress finally makes her mark! We get to know her deal! Uh... use the intro I had two episodes ago, yeah that one. Also there's a Beeg Elle running around. An Uppercase Elle, if you would.

Spoilers, I guess...

-"I can't believe I got my ass beat by a bunch of teenage girls, a thirteen-year old bird and a baby. How far I have fallen..."

-Ahhhhh, injured previously.

-"Skearhead. If you die, that's it."

-Ariri...

-We ride our Chocobos to meet the darkness.

-Oh yeah, Elle gets big in this episode

-She doth brood in the rain.

-"Somewhere safe?"

-Oh???

-I'd be a little more shocked about this apparent hint at a deeper history between the Underg's desire to topple Sky Land's monarchy if this were a thing brought up more

-Ohhhhhhh she looks so sick

-Instant Dark Pillar

-300 YEARS????

-GIRL WHAT

-Beef with a literal baby.

-Oh wow, she

-She's serious about this, huh?

-Majestic Chroniclon~!

-Away to the soaring world go you

-Oh, okay just

-Shoot 'em all down

-"I hate you, Princess."

-Time stands still in the Chroniclon's world.

-Elle-chan does as any kid would do. Go straight to her Mom and Dad :)

-BIRDS

-Oh, I see how this is now

-No miss, we're fine! Sorry to bother you and your... escort?

-Ellelain?

-"Did we find a body double?"

-To the castle we go~!

-556~!

-Oh!

-Sky Land's got a different calendar too. Interesting how we still have worldbuilding even so late into the season.

-Hmm... I wonder what kind of massive world-shifting event caused them to start their calendar 856 years ago?

-Try not to step on any Cure Butterflies while we're here, okay?

-The Legendary Pretty Cure, once more.

-Oh yeah, we have a whole knight regiment here.

-Hirogaru Change~!

-...Hirogaru Change~!

-"Here you go, kind strangers~!"

-She believes in the future...

-OH?

-Hello!

-Who the hell are you, pops?

-Jesus, they're all getting womped.

-Emperor Underg~!

-There goes our hero, Sora-chan.

-"Flee, my son!"

-God, Sora's so cool...

-One kill~!

-"Underg Energy. Rip them to shreds."

-I see Mashiro's now a god at Chocobo Racing.

-Well, we kinda bootstrapped the Legendary Pretty Cure into existence, Song of Storms style.

-Densetsu no Pretty Cure! Cure Noble...

-The hell are we doin' today?

-Ohhhhhhh, I see

-A princess herself.

-Ohhhhhhhhh

-I see....

-Yeah, that's good enough motivation for me.

-I think this would've been awesome to explore earlier, but uh... well, we were kinda preoccupied, weren't we?

-She's gonna kill your asshole dad, little Empress.

[spoofymcgee]

hi hi hi. quick question. whatthefuck.

so i see this ad while im scrolling tumblr right. and tumblr has so many fucky little funky ads that i usually just kind of giggle and move on.

but not today! today i clicked the read more.

and just.

look.

first off this is just a lie. plain and simple. haman in hebrew is המן. the gematriah of his name–turning the letters to their equivalent numbers, which are 1-10 and then 20, 30, 40 and so on, ending with 100, 200, 300 and 400 in order–isn't 666???

like. it's 5, 40 and 50. 95. i literally don't know where they got 666 from.

second -

haman. doesn't. try to become king? i mean i guess he's second in command but he's not like, power thirsty. he's happy where he is and he's just prideful and bigoted. he's trying to kill a whole nation because one guy didn't bow down to him. it's not that deep man.

also. arguably g-d didn't step in? like the whole point of megillat ester is that it doesn't have g-d's name. god is hidden in the text, working in the background, but ester and, to an extent, mordechai, are the ones who destroyed haman. g-d didn't have much to do with it. no miracles, no forced changes if heart.

maybe maybe he sent an angel to slap achashverosh upside the head so he didn't kill ester when she came into his throne room (the text says it was illegal for anyone to approach the king without being called) but that's all commentary, there's nothing in the text.

so this is like, entirely incorrect. go actually read the megillah and then get back to me.

okay so this is kind of where i gave up. just. dude. leave that shit out of my megillah. it has nothing to do with him. neither of those people appear in this book.

you can't just grandfather mr jc into the tanakh. he's not gonna be alive for at least 4-5 centuries. please. come on.

okay, last thing before i'm done.

setting aside the obvious of 'this is a story about a dictator trying to kill the entire jewish nation because one guy refused to bow down to him and getting his comeuppance in a major fucking way, from the 4/5th century BCE, why the hell are you cramming fucking jesus into it'

just.

'these people bore me. where is the use of the name of jesus?'

i wish this sentence had been at the beginning because it tells you 85% of what you need to know about this article and everything you need to know about this person.

god. what do you even say to that.

[the-firebird69]

Nissan Concept 2020 Is A Nissan GT-R Hypercar

This is the 2000 20 Nissan GT R and it is an electric supercar the one that they did for 2024 is a hyper car and that's way over the top it's got crazy doodads and we don't want that kind of stuff this is actually the vehicle and it is slightly different it's more like the picture we showed but it is what Tommy F is planning on doing. his actions are usually illegal they're way out there and they're strange and this is a very odd thing to do Ohh you don't blow face ohh that sounds crazy but it's so nutty **** right there nut **** I don't think so tommy you know that's not a bad I mean it is a bit really the new one it's a brand new and it's like that in the rear and exit event is probably a little faster probably is not an electric but can I understand it that's crazy and that's what our son and daughter are saying it does fit the bill as to what you was getting for a vehicle back in the day. It's a two seater it's light it's very fast and it's it's working on a different motor it's like a It's like a hybrid or a newfangled thing with a horse shrunk down and it's real fast and they're looking at it and saying that the analogy fits and it is Asian so he's wondering how in the hell would they ever do this and we do understand it's way out there he hasn't gotten any money he hasn't gotten any funding he doesn't have any money for insurance for this kind of crazy car this insurance for this car will be ridiculous and he would he would have to cut the comprehensive way down and I guess he could buy a new car with the money or new used car I mean you could do that liability might be kind of high but he says with electric cars they're reducing all that and they are it's usually half of what gas are and this would be the same as a regular sedan. And he would cut the comprehensive unless they devalued somehow and it's as a prototype it might not be worth that much that might be the one of the things the other thing is it might be a promotional. And we're going to go ahead and look into all this no we already have and we know what he's saying it can't change out the motor and mess with it and it's true it goes about 300 miles on a charge at regular speeds and averaging it and that's awesome because most cars won't do that. This car went like 400 miles with loads of people in it and stuff. That's true that the gas tank was big. He doesn't have any money for gas and this is one solution they want to wear him down on the money and the monthly insurance bill would be a problem even though it wouldn't be that much so we are looking at them trying to pull this stunt and he'd have to keep it for so long and he would try and sue him if he got rid of it early and there's a few other things too there's reasons to do this and Tommy F has interest in Nissan so he might help with insurance and maintenance it would make the vehicle very popular the new one is too too much but this is actually not bad he says he doesn't like the black thing in the back it's not necessary and it slows the car down. Other than that it's pretty decent and as far as electric goes he's got the idea right you have to cool it and it does have a cooling system and it'll go faster and farther. So these things he knows but this is more or less his company he's got controlling share and people think he would take a beating with what's going on today. But he would come up and take stuff. We do know what he's planning to do to get it to you and he says how much do you think that would cost and our son is saying three to 10 million because it's a prototype what we say is it's a prototype and it's not worth anything as a matter of fact if he got you the prototype not the production model it would be worth less and they say that too. But now I'm that much less really it would be worth a lot less it's like having a kick car that didn't succeed and really it's worth something to a museum and that's about it and a museum is not gonna pay for it and nobody would be able to service it supposedly that's a problem but he says that Nissan has other electrics and it probably has their components in it and Nissan might be able to service it and he says he's gonna have Nissan give a service package that's paid for up to so many miles and he says this is speed racer i'm up to my 700 thousandth mile in my service agreement it's gonna run out so he's laughing and he's saying that's pretty high chris so he has to watch it on the tire consumption. We've seen cars go in and out of there and we have not seen any that are this low and it does not have the hydraulics so he's not sure what to do there he might put a wood out there and have to put the wood away every time then again he might drive off in an angle so it's a question

Nisssan and Goddess Wife

we seee this too hhah lol cant get in and out of the damned driveway and tommy  f says buy ramps and leave them there.  and ok where do yo buy ramps and he aughs make some and ok can but rrealy wont let me leave them? and ok they might.  so we see

Olympus

[savebatswingaus]

Wings of Warriors - Warrior Cat Wing AU

Summary:

There's been a prey thief at large, and Hollyleaf finally catches them.

Notes:

I made this for this daily in scratch writing camp: In a galaxy far far away, a meowing polar bear is... STARVING. What an unfortunate result of climate change. Today, your mission is to bake a lasagna in order to feed the starving polar bears. But first, you'll need ingredients! In the comments, write 1 aspect of worldbuilding, 1 antagonist, 1 lesson, 1 line of dialogue, and 1 turning point. Then, claim one of each from five different people so that you have the five layers of your lasagna story. Make sure to write at least 300 words (you don't want undercooked lasagna, do you?) to earn 300 points! (Brownie points if you feed a polar bear on the daily team lasagna :3) My comment was: Worldbuilding: Discuss the details of a fictional species. Antagonist: A childhood enemy that got worse over time. Lesson: Main character learns that they can work as well together as they can alone, should they choose to. Dialogue: “But- but that’s not fair!” Turning point: A character discovers a stronger motivation to do something.   I was gonna write Pokespe (Hoenn) fic, but I couldn’t find a worldbuilding that fit what I was going for, so I’ll have to shelve that for later. Enjoy some Warrior Cats wing au! I guess! Words: 1,057

Fic under the cut or in the link in the title. :3

Hollyleaf crept quietly along the mossy forest floor, folding her dark crow wings tight to her back as she did. She kept her claws in, but felt her nose twitch as she sensed something in the air. That had to be it! That had to be who she was looking for.

Over the past few days, Thunderclan had been losing prey like down feathers on a fledgling kit, and Hollyleaf had promised herself that she would get to the bottom of it. In this dark forest night, she bended in well with the dark ferns, which was something good she could say about her dark fur, at least. She opened her mouth to allow the scent to mix better with her memories. She was sure that she recognized it from someone, but for some reason she simply could not muster up from where.

She could hear them, chewing messily on whatever they had stolen from the pile now, clearly unaware that they were being tracked. Hollyleaf lashed her tail in rage. How could someone, who she was now sure was a cat, betray the Warrior Code in such a way? To steal away food from those that truly needed it, for what reason? Some inability to hunt for the group?

Hollyleaf snarled, and the sounds from the shadowy figure before her stopped. Good, she thought, They'll be scared before I catch them.

She leaped forward, fangs bared, claws out, and wings spread, and landing where the figure had been meer moments before. She hissed and whipped around as the large shape rolled away to the side, still masked by the dark sky above the and scent of all of the mice it had been pigging out on. 

”Who are you?!“ She hissed, leaping forward again, but still somehow missing as the cat dove away. She'd only seen one other who could move that fast in battle, and she didn't very well like having the matchup with another cat, ”Why have you been stealing prey?“

The cat didn't answer, and Hollyleaf snarled again, spreading her wings even wider as a way to threaten the larger cat. But they seemed to be trying to turn their face away from her, so she wasn't even sure if they'd seen her. 

”Answer me!“ She shrieked, jumping forward in an attempt to pull the larger cat down, but missing as large powerful wings sent them over her. Immediately she whirled around, but her claws raked on air as the cat scrambled up a nearby maple tree. 

Hollyleaf hissed and followed after them. It was too tight in the forest to fly up, but if she could get them into the sky somehow... Sure, the moon was dark tonight, but maybe Star Clan's light would allow her to see the face of the cat she was fighting, and therefore reveal the identity of Thunderclan's thief. 

Just her luck, the bigger cat seemed to have the same idea, as he climbed higher and higher in the tree. (An extra bonus of which was that, by the way they were climbing, Hollyleaf was now pretty sure that this cat was a Thunderclan cat, which made her even more irritated. 

”Hey!“ she yelled, egging them on as the two cats reached the highest point in the tree, ”Fight me, you thief!“

The cat did not even pause when they reached the top branch of the tree, though the speckles of starlight down from the sky began to bring their pelt into a recognizable state. Orange-ish, with stripes. Large barn owl wings that spread open with a power unlike any other as the cat leaped into the sky.

Hollyleaf jumped after him, feeling the wind tear through her fur as she fought to keep up with the thief. He was unbelievably fast for a cat of his size, and something in Hollyleaf's brain was doing its best to connect the clues, but something else seemed to be doing its fair job to keep her from the truth. She wanted to hiss at that side of her mind, but she had enough on her paws already as she fought to keep up with the bigger cat.

See was so focused, indeed, on all of that nonsense, that she didn't even notice the clouds coming in overhead, slowly blanketing the familiar pelt back in a layer of shadows. They were fine with her, her crow wings and black fur had her blend very nicely into the dark, and the panic she could smell on the larger cat told her that they weren't a fan of that part of their chase.

The cat dove for the trees, and Hollyleaf swooped after it. She felt her face turn into a grin. She was gaining on them for sure now. 

She felt her claws latch in their pelt, and her nose immediately filled with their scent as the two crashed through the tree layer. Her eyes widened as the cat yelped.

“Lionblaze!?” Hollyleaf shrieked, her claws still deeply rooted in that orange fur as the two landed in the branches of a large pine, ”Why have you been stealing our prey?!”

A crack of thunder overhead came with a sudden heavy downpour of raindrops that broke right through the needles onto her fur. But she hardly noticed them, instead shivering from wingtip to claws from the force of utter betrayal she felt in her heart. How could someone like this, her brother, break the Warrior Code so egregiously?

How could Star Clan be so cruel?

“Well,” Lionblaze started, his voice shaky and scarred, “I had to do it,”

“But why?!” screamed Hollyleaf, shaking her brother like he weighed nothing as thick lightning bolts raced across the sky, picking up leaves and branches like nothing as the wind grew. “What do you mean you “had to?” Are you insane?!”

Lionblaze flinched, and his wings shivered, but Hollyleaf did not allow him to move, a traitor like him could never be considered a friend to her, even as the clouds began to spiral down around them. Even as the rain began to wrap around an ever growing horror. 

As Lionblaze struggled to speak, Hollyleaf felt blood pound in her ears, even flat against her head as they were. Her heart felt broken. In this storm, she could only find one constant.

Life wasn't fair.

Notes:

Here's what I used: Worldbuilding: Each person has some sort of wings. Some people have robin wings, others have California condors. Some people are bat-like, some people more comparable to flying fish- although those aren't true wings. Try to envision a society where this is normal. - Starthorn https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/33415323/comments/#comments-230085246 Antagonist: The protagonist's brother - silverlynx- https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/33415323/comments/#comments-230064624 Lesson: Life isn't fair -BookLover209 https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/33415323/comments/#comments-230086800 Dialogue: “Well, I had to do it.” - Magnolia012 ( https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/33415323/comments/#comments-230088935 Turning Point: A sudden natural disaster shakes the setting. - Sunclaw68 https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/33415323/comments/#comments-230047423

[leshitshow]

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School: Today is the first day after the semester. Took my final yesterday. I have a 93 in physiology... I would need to get a D or lower to kick my A down. Here's to hoping I didn't get a D. I never feel good about any test or exam because the moment I feel good I come back with a bad bad grade. I hate school for making me place my self worth on my grade. I hate school for robbing me of the autonomy to go out and make more money and thusly be more self-sufficient. I hate school for robbing me of my social skills. I hate school for robbing me of opportunity to travel and enjoy life. I hope it all pays off. I am afraid it won't.

Family: Brother put himself back into detox and mom tried to dose him kratom. His trigger is her and instead of going to therapy like everyone's been asking her for years ... she spent $300 on a kratom supplement for him without asking or his consent. It's a good thing I am 1500 miles away. I was livid the day before. I am just medium mad now. I have to really think about what I'm going to say to her the next time I talk to her. I was thinking I am too hard on her but this proves that's not the case.

Relationship: I wrote a list to talk to my therapist about for the next session. The relationship shit is the hardest to talk about. I've complained endlessly here. It's easy when I don't assume anyone's actually reading or paying attention. But yea, so the partner is out traveling again. With two friends of his I know, two people I don't know that are men - so no concern there since he's straight, and one girl I don't know. And ... well, I honestly just don't fucking trust him. #1 - I really hate being alone / left behind and this job he took is all that it is. #2 He's gone ahead and held emotional affairs right in front of me with two of my ex-friends. He claims he didn't realize that's what that was going on but if you're flirting with other women IN FRONT of your current girl then wtf is that? If the girls fully stopped talking to me and exclusively talk to him regularly, then what is that? They were MY FRIENDS, first. If I tell you your best guy friend from high school's birthday is today as a reminder so you can tell him happy birthday... but you ignore that fully and go ahead and tell the girls happy birthday without notice or telling me ... then what is that? There's a fucking emotional commitment there and honestly, I wasn't trying to be bothered with it until one of the girls pulled me aside, the day my mother figure died - and she knew it, to give me a verbal threat / warning about how much she liked my boyfriend. After that, it's been nothing but trouble. I don't trust him to spend three days with some chick in the middle of the country. I just don't. Gonna have to talk to the therapist about this, I guess.

Everything Else: Then there's everything else. Being down on myself for not feeling accomplished. Not making enough money. Not having enough social skills. Not feeling like I'm good enough. Not being independent enough. Possibly being too trusting of a shitty relationship. Not enjoying my own life enough. Not having that perfect life I had seen for myself at the age of 16. I just ... I don't know.

[lightspren]

I am really fucking annoyed at how fragile my lungs seem to be now

earlier last week I think? I walked back in to work from lunch, couldn’t find my badge, walked quickly back to my car, then back in. this is like a 300 step walk one way, takes two minutes, should be absolutely nothing, inconsequential. and yet my lungs were jacked for at least a whole 24 hrs after. it was chilly which probably didn’t help but fuck man

then today. again, yes, it was chilly. but I went outside and dug a hole for a tree. this included walking down the hill in my back yard but it’s a very, very short walk. i came back in to switch gloves when I had barely started and made my husband very concerned cause like. i couldn’t breathe lmao!!! but i caught my breath and used my inhaler and went back outside. now, hours later, I’ve had to use my other inhaler, because the *godforsaken* cough is trying to come back.

like. I guess maybe this is a post covid problem? my already asthmatic lungs just got jacked up even worse? and the respiratory bug or whatever i had mid Feb did Not help, it took literally three weeks to stop coughing. but shit y’all. how am I supposed to deal with this lmao. I already didn’t exercise bc of fatigue but now apparently if I get to breathing hard at all it’s gonna jack up my lungs for hours to days??? fucks sake. just. damn it.

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1/19/22 (re-upload)

this journal entry apparently didn’t make it into the actual blog, just as a notepad doc that’s been sitting on my desktop for a year... Anyway, since I’m Marie Kondo-ing everything within arms reach of me, I figured I’d place it in the proper channel now; even if it is literally over a year too late O_O ENJOY

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hokey pokey, today I've been inspired to try and actually Write something (notice the capital dubya). I'm going to write something for TFL today. And this is a fun little trick I do to constantly trip me up and prevent me from ever making anything for the book. What I do is go, I'd like to write something; and then at that point I go, but what do I write? And I look around and I'm like, I don't have the story broken yet. I don't know where these characters end up, or what I want their arcs to be (outside of their own self-actualization, I guess?). So then I go, okay well let's write in the form of DREAMING up things to happen in the story. And then I start like daydreaming, and then I drift away from the topic, because of course I do. And then it's over; you can rinse and repeat that forever. Every now and then I'll think of SOMETHING, something that would be cool to happen, it's usually a tiny beat inside a story beat that I had already decided on, but it's not nothing. But then it's so small that I don't think that I have to write it down, because again, I'm not at the sit and write it down phase; I've still got Act 3 to settle.

So here I am. It's all fucked. I was reading Lonesome Dove and so many times I noticed how many goddamn paragraphs were dedicated to just being like, "the sun hung in the air and prairie stretched out seemingly endlessly. It was crisp in the morning but now it was hot. The cattle grazed as they pleased, and the dense brush north of the Brazos had begun to grow thin." And it was 300% more detailed and it just kept going, and the book never got tired of having it's characters look up and just take in the environment around them. Everyone in the book was so fucking keen to just pick up their head and give the weather report. And I was just like, this fucking sucks. It's boring to read, it would be nightmarishly boring to write. It's like Larry McMurtry transported himself into the town and looked around and was like, okay I have to write down everything I see. And then he proceeded to do it literally hundreds of times. That sounds exhausting. Can you even imagine like, going to the library and researching what it looked like in Kansas in 1859 or whatever? Fuck. I'd give up on that so quickly. But I'm looking at that and I'm thinking, that's gonna be so important to my story, to see such beautiful scenes of nature and architecture; even if I personally don't really give a shit about that. I've got to make people feel like they're there as much as I can. I want them to sense danger. To appreciate the ocean. And that has to be a conscious effort on my part. I've got to give them enough details about Ethery that they can picture what's happening and be impressed by it.

But let"s be clear, this is my book and I will write what is true to me. I'm not going to flood pages with shit I wouldn't want to read ever. The book will never get written if that's the case. So if I'm determined to give the book the definition and detail it needs, I'm going to keep the characters eyes directed at stuff that's worth seeing. I'm going to gloss over shit they gloss over. And they're going to gloss over the small stuff. Weaver is not going to pour over every nook and cranny of the hold aboard the Franz Lion. I can see a scenario wear Weaver is bored one day, and in his boredom he kind of scans over everything in the room he's in. Because that will be boring, and you the reader will be bored a bit by it aswell. But I will be able to wield that feeling of boring to my advantage, but using it as break from exciting things. I will not do it for no reason. If Weaver's not going to remember it, I'm not going to give the audience a chance to even try.

So today, my plan is to try and get from start to finish the scene where Weaver is interrogated by Captain Ettis and subsequently invited to his crew. I'll end when I get to the part where the captain tells him that whether Weaver knows it or not, he's a Wind Etherist (gotta get a better name, man. Maybe just Ether? It's so goddamn close to Bender, it's no good. Maybe a Cloud Atlas. Is that anything already? Atlas in all honestly doesn't sound bad at all. A Wind Atlas. An Earth Atlas. A Lightning Atlas. Fire Atlas. Death Atlas, Life Atlas. Holy shit, did we just figure out our word? See, *this* is why you sit down to write. It can be messy, but it's work. And sometimes the work pays off).

So the exercise ends when Captain Ettis reveals that although Weaver might not know it, he's got the blood of a Wind Atlas. Fuck, I really like it. I don't see any problems with it. Boom! There's one more thing off the to-do list. Only infinity to go! Obviously parts of this writing exercise will differ from say, the excerpt from the actual book. This is written with only the hint of context from outside this chapter, rather than actual concrete context before and after. Certain details will be subject to change. Certain thoughts and actions from the characters may be added later to benefit the larger narrative. But we are going to write this *as though* it were extracted from the book proper. We are not writing this as though it were a standalone piece. I do like to think that when we were done, it could then be read as a standalone piece, and that the audience would be able to understand what details were being omitted because they had in theory been explained prior, and what details were meant to be expounded after the events of the, snippet? Excerpt? The individual chapter. What I'm saying is that the context that this is Chapter 7 of a 50 chapter story would be all that the reader needed to parse the story that they are being handed in this scenario. The questions they leave with should simply be good questions that the book/I have full intentions on answering. If the reader has other questions that I would have assumed were answered WITHIN the chapter they just read, that should seen a shortcoming of the piece. That right there is the only constraint I will put upon this exercise. I don't need to describe Weaver or the boat or explain how he got there, I just need to put the scene I have in my head to words.

Fuck me. This is already a lot of writing for someone who thought he'd just sit down and get started. I kinda want a break lol. Part of me is more impressed with what I've got so far, because I filled out a voice memo of this scene last night in bed already, although I didn't actually record it. That's the main reason I chose to do this this morning. I've got the dialogue fresh in my head. Or at least a version of the dialogue.

Ok so, I actually am going to take a break. But mark my words, I will not sleep until I have sat right here and finished what I set out to accomplish. This right here, is all gravy. I'm eating my gravy before I eat my vegetables. Perfectly reasonable. And this break I'm about to take is my dessert. Generally less advisable to eat that one before the vegetables. But I'm bound to a vow to eat the veggies. Vow beats veggies every time. Hell, I like veggies for the most part. And let's be honest, it wouldn't be authentic to my true self if I made progress on this book with any sense of diligence or professionalism. I'm a lazy bum, but at this point in my life, an honest one.

K, brb.

[triple-hijueputa]

Today was a good day

I felt really accomplished for having doubled my daily goal

I only need $60 more to meet my weekly goal and I haven’t even made it halfway thru the week yet

It’s only been 2 days of driving again but I feel optimistic

I’ve been in my own orbit lately and it feels kinda nice

It still makes me a bit sad to know that everything is very different. And if I focus too hard on it I acknowledge that I am alone. But I’m also acknowledging that its nice to start over

I feel a weird kind of sad when I think of Paige now. Maybe it’s because we haven’t ceased contact. We talk about our appointments and rent but lately we’ve also been talking about the ferrets and sending videos. At times I feel she texts me just to get a response. I’m sure she misses me. And in a way I miss her too. I bought a ginger ale today and I thought of her. I miss her energy but I also can’t ignore the reason I left. And that’s what makes this different than liyah. Who btw is lowkey annoying me again lmaooo

I feel like if I get too invested in her life I get annoyed lmao she’s so lazy so unmotivated anxious and afraid of everything lol rlly a huge bummer.

She flipped out because her other boo was babysitting her cat and she was anxious to go see him everyday and when the girl said her mom didn’t want her to come over that night she flipped out was talking about stealing her cat and felt entitled to go to her house and frankly I did not have the energy to deal with this girl in her manic state. She told me she cried that she can’t live without her cat I tried to calm her down but I guess she got mad at my response and told me goodnight 💀 she was extremely distressed and overwhelmed and I just looked at my phone like .-. Okay and that was that

She messaged me this morning with a lite apology but honestly that whole thing turned me off

I was driving most of the day and it seems like she only ever has the same 4 things to say to me and then it cuts to me asking about her life but damn bro I dead do not want to know 💀 this girl rlly annoyed by everything and everybody. Literally seeps negative vibes. And yet.. the sex is mad nice 💀💀 let’s see where this goes. Im gonna try to put some distance between us so I can focus on my shit and she can keep her toxicity to herself.

I’ve been feeling a higher vibration about me. I feel like I’m going thru another metamorphosis

I’m anxious about spending $300 on the perm but fuck I rlly want it. I need to get back to the gym too but ugh to buy another membership and then fit a workout routine in too? I wish I had a free coach lol