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THEY'RE BUILDING ANOTHER RACK BUILDING RIGHT DOWN THE ROAD FUCK YEAHHHH

[a-small-safe-place]

New Addition

Platonic!Yandere Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham w/ Child!Reader

You knocked on the door of the large house Hannibal had picked out for him and Will to live in. It was out of the way from the town, so it was odd to receive a knock. Luckily, it was Will that answered rather than Hannibal. The other kids in town said the men who lived in this house liked to kidnap badly behaving girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel. But this man didn’t seem scary. He seemed nice as he scolded their dogs for running out of the house.

“Hello, mister, I’m selling chocolate-covered pretzel sticks for my school and wanted to see if you would like to buy one?” You asked, trying to sound confident but sounding shaky instead. He didn’t seem to mind; he seemed happy you were there. “I happen to love chocolate-covered pretzels, but my husband thinks they are too simple to be a good treat. Let’s see what flavors you have.” He begins looking through the flavors you brought when his husband, Hannibal, silently walks up behind the other man. “Who is this?” He asks Will.

“Oh, this is… uh…” You stop him and introduce yourself and again explain why you are there. “This is quite a ways away from the town; surely you did not walk all the way here.” Hannibal questions. “No, sir, I rode my bike. I knew there were a few houses out this way, and I was determined to visit.”

Your determination pleases Hannibal but slightly concerns him. You’re an innocent child. You can’t be out riding your bike on these secluded roads. Will quits digging in the pretzel box, “I have to go get dog food anyway; I could bring you back to town. We will take the whole box of your pretzels since you came all this way out here.” Hannibal seems mildly annoyed by this. You remember that Will said Hannibal thinks they are too simple. Will leaves you alone with Hannibal to grab some cash. “Would you like to step inside? You’ll get sick out there.” Hannibal asks. You gratefully step in. “Your home is pretty.” You observe, earning a soft approving smile from Hannibal.

“Thank you, not many people your age appreciate style. Though you don’t seem like many people your age.” After he finishes talking, you try to stay quiet, and finally, Will returns, giving you the money for your entire box of pretzels. “Now I’m heading into town; would you like a ride?” Will offers. “Yes, please.” You tell him.

The ride back is quiet until he begins to talk. “Most kids avoid our house for their fundraisers. Do you know why?” You glance nervously, “I think it’s just too far.” It’s an obvious lie. “You don’t have to worry about being polite. I know there’s probably a crazy rumor about Hannibal and me.” You stay silent, but the silence is too loud to handle, “All the kids think you and Dr. Lecter like to kidnap and girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel.”

“Well, maybe that’s why I needed all those sweet pretzels, so Dr. Lecter and I could finish building our cottage made of candy.” He seems a little sad at the revelation of this rumor. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said anything.” He smiles and says, “Don’t worry about it. You could make it up to me by telling me how this rumor got started.”

“One of the boys that graduated high school last year told his little brother that he broke into your home on a dare and found human meat in the freezer, but he couldn’t go to the police because he was trespassing and he was high.” You finish explaining. Will smiles a bit, but it has a nervous edge this time, “Do you think we eat bad girls and boys?” You think about it, “no, because you had a bunch of times where you could have killed and eaten me.”

“Are you a bad kid?” Will asks teasingly. “I don’t know. I get in trouble sometimes. My house is in town away, in a trailer park.” Will knew which trailer park. It was “the bad part of town” he knew because he saw the crime statistics for that area and the number of times the cops are called out there. He had seen them the few times he and Hannibal helped with the local law. Hannibal had gotten close with the town’s political figures, and Will had basically been made into an honorary detective with the law enforcement. This town was corrupt to its core, but it was away from the prying eyes of the FBI, and it’s the only place Hannibal and Will could agree on geographically. Will’s only stipulation was that there were good places to fish.

Eventually, you make it to the trailer. Will waits until you make it inside. He cannot help but think about Abigail. He could have had a potential family with Hannibal if things had gone correctly. He was happy with Hannibal and the dogs, but something about you made him want more.

Weeks pass, and he does not bring the topic up to Hannibal. Little did he know Hannibal had been keeping an extra close eye on you. He did it under the guise of getting more pretzels for Will and then special ordering one of the unique flavors that you did not have so he could come back around to "check on the order." Will finds this all out when you see him in the store and give him the order Hannibal had placed.

"That kid from the other day gave me the order you placed," Will says placing the box on the table. "I thought you hated junk food."

"I do; they were a surprise for you. You seem to have taken a liking to the child." Hannibal observes. "They're a good kid. They kind of remind me of Abigail." The room becomes silent for a second too long. Hannibal hates it when Will brings up Abigail. "You seem to like the kid too. You went out of your way to find them to order the pretzels when there were plenty of easier options to order from." Hannibal knows he has been caught.

"They're a well-behaved child, very polite. Like Abigail." Hannibal says somewhat pointedly. "Have you thought about us expanding our family? Not with another dog, but with a human?" Hannibal asks before Will has time to respond to the first statement.

"I hadn't, and then that kid came knocking at the door, and since then, it is all I can think about. But I don't want any kid. Our kid from the trailer park seems to be the best fit; it has to be them." Will explains, hoping that Hannibal will understand.

"Then so be it; they will be our child for us to protect," Hannibal says as if this is a normal conversation.

As the two men begin to work on a plan to add you to their family, their fatherly love for you grows more into fatherly obsession. You're their kid; no one gets to hurt you. Once you're safe and comfortable in their home, no one but them will get to be around you until they know you love them just as much. Hannibal wastes no time putting your room together with all of your favorite things. They were going to make your room the same way it is in the trailer until Hannibal saw the state of your room and became disgusted by the idea of that kind of room being in his expensive house.

Will tries to make a plan to make your transition to their house easier. He finds all kinds of games and activities you are sure to love, even the ones that Hannibal is convinced are bad for your growing brain.

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Don't Hug Me Neighbor

[Episode 1]

《You and your friends find yourselves in a new Home.》

《Warnings: the subject matter this ARG has are potentially disturbing. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Welcome Home was created by Clown @ partycoffin. DHMIS also obtains potentially disturbing content, be mindful.》

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The four of ya'll walk outside gazing at the upcoming houses and buildings in the distance. "Why, why are those houses so far from our own?" Yellow asked, pulling on your hand. You shrug, "can't say I know."

"Maybe it's because we're better than them," Duck replied with a prideful look. "Or maybe it's because we aren't..." Red mutters, his enthusiasm becoming less with each step the group took.

In the center of the colorful neighborhood stood a brilliant red house, with a couple of other houses and buildings surrounding it like a circle.

"Wow, it's so.." Duck interrupted Red quickly.

"Dull. Very dull."

"What? No. It's not dull."

"I like it." Yellow expresses. "Yeah, he likes it. Why can't you?"

"Because that house has two giant eyes that are staring at me."

Your group turns to look at the red house, it blinks right back at you.

"Erm.." You pull Yellow closer to you as the red home sets its eyes, or curtains, on you.

"Oh c'mon now, didn't that stupid notepad come to life before? How is this any different?" Red Guy stares at Duck for a few seconds before nodding. "Yeah, he's right."

The four of you ignore the living house and head in another direction. Going inside a little shop with so many items you could even buy a shed there.

"Howdy new neighbors! The names Howdy! Howdy Pillar, welcome to the neighborhood!"

A caterpillar-like puppet greets the four of you from behind a counter and cash register. He holds out all four limbs for a handshake. Causing Duck to jump back into Red as Yellow stared in awe at the many appendages.

"Yes, hello, we'd like to buy some of your goods. May we take them?" Duck explains, and you huff out a laugh, Howdy too, was chuckling.

"No can do neighbor, you gotta tell me a joke and I'll give you your groceries. Simple as that."

"What? Is that the currency of this place?" Red Guy mumbles as Duck stews in thought.

"Funny joke? Uhm, you kinda look like that, w-worm, no, he was an eagle guy. He went inside my head and gave me a worm in br-rain." Yellow announced curiously, causing Howdy to become quiet at the boys' words...

Your lips becoming a thin line as you recall the incident.

"That stupid worm thought he was a eagle, ha!" Duck mocked. Unaware of Howdy's thoughtful expression.

Before he too, was howling in laughter.

"A worm that thinks he's a bird?! Hahaahhaha!!" The store owner laughed loudly, trying to catch his breath as one of his arms slammed on the counter-top.

"Never heard that one! Interesting delivery there, bud'!" Howdy ruffles Yellows messy blue hair kindly, "So? What can I get ya'll?"

You step in, a simple smile on your face. "Coffee-"

"Now hold on," Duck interrupted, looking up at you. "I have my own specific items I need, I don't want them to be lumped with yours."

"Okay? But what I am getting is for everyone."

"Right, but I'm not everyone. I'm me, and I need things for me." Duck reiterates before pulling out a list and handing it to you. "You... You want more paper? Why?"

"For my shredder! Keep up!"

"Okay.. Can we have some paper-"

"Oh! And Chuddle Dollops, please?" Yellow asked, gazing up at you with puppy eyes. You nodded before look at Red expectantly. "Uhm, I'm good."

"Okay then, so..." Howdy lowers down beyond the counter, placing the items you needed. "Coffee, paper and.. Chuddle Dollops? Hm, never heard of that brand before, I didn't even know that was in stock! Oh well."

Handing over the bags, you thank Howdy as Yellow shyly thanked him too. "Thanks mate'," Red said, holding one of the bags for you, Duck nodded to the bodega owner before all four you left.

"Hm, strange neighbor's.. But they seem nice." Howdy comments to himself before wiping down the counter.

"I agree, they all are quite oddities."

"Oh! Didn't see ya' there Wally. The usual right?"

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[munsonsduchess]

Sugar Rush

summary: you’re chaperoning your little sisters graduation party but you only have eyes for eddie w/c: 18,221 warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI underage drinking (for my American friends anyway, where I’m from the legal drinking age is 18), alcohol, drugs (weed), swearing, heavy making out, grinding, eddie being kinda mean, oral (f receiving), mild exhibitionism a/n: so this was a wip from like last year but I redid parts of it and added the spicy stuff at the end and honestly I’m so happy with how this turned out. I really hope you guys like it too! Please reblog cause it really helps me out.

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People loved to say tha tx high school was the best time of a young person's life. Of course the people who said that rarely mentioned how high school loved to label people to better pigeonhole them into a certain box. Jock, prep, nerd, geek, freak. 

You’d loved Cheerleading since you could remember. The colourful uniforms, the energy, all of it and you’d been overjoyed when in your freshman year of highschool you’d been selected to join the team. It was a dream come true. 

Of course two years after graduating that dream had slowly faded away and been replaced by something much worse. You still loved the sport and your friends but the lifestyle you were expected to maintain was growing tiresome. 

You’d told your younger sister Chrissy as much when she’d joined the high school squad. Now in her senior year and having been on the High School squad long enough, she’d been sympathetic. You’d long suspected her relationship with Jason was the cause for the sympathetic ear and their relationship drama and eventual break up was not for the reasons most people thought. 

Then suddenly you saw him again. Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson as he was known had always been someone you’d been aware of, you’d been in elementary and middle school together and he had seemed nice enough. Though again not someone that you should associate with in your ‘position’ according to several teammates. Eddie was fine to buy drugs from and if you didn’t have the right amount in cash he was always so grateful for a favour instead. 

You’d met him at a party the first time. He’d been invited presumably just to sell his wares. You remembered your boyfriend at the time buying some weed from the curly haired boy and being grossly overcharged if what you heard was true. You knew Eddie didn’t like jocks and with how the basketball team treated him you didn’t blame him for overcharging rich assholes with more money than sense. 

You’d moved on after that. Graduated school, got into the local community college and set your sights on leaving Hawkins altogether. Well once Chrissy had graduated anyway, you weren’t about to leave her behind in the sort of environment your mother had curated. 

It seemed like fate to meet Eddie again at another party. Chrissy was having a little graduation get together for her friends, but like most events had been ‘crashed’ by the basketball team, the swim team, jock city. Apparently someone had told someone else who’d told someone else and word had just spread, Chrissy Cunningham was having a graduation party and so the house was overflowing with teens preening and boasting about what their parents had gotten them as graduation gifts and which college Daddy’s Money had bought them into. 

Again it seemed like someone had invited Eddie strictly to peddle his wares but things were different this time. People were much more wary after spring break. You’d invited your boyfriend Adam over to co chaperone with you but he seemed much more interested in reliving his glory days with the newly graduated boys milling about and throwing around off handed comments about how Eddie looked. 

The official story was that Henry Creel of Creel house fame had not in fact died at the hands of his father. Instead the budding child psychopath had killed his mother and sister and faked his own death to pin the whole thing on his father. 

He’d been at large ever since according to the federal agents who’d appeared on television and told all of Hawkins how he’d followed your sister back to Eddie’s trailer, Chrissy had told everyone that she was helping Eddie study since he really wanted to graduate this year, and attacked Chrissy again intending to pin the blame on someone else. 

Eddie had put himself between Chrissy and Creel but the madman had taken Eddie and left Chrissy for dead in the trailer. He then went on a rampage that week killing more Hawkins High students and eventually was caught by the authorities. Eddie had not been left unscathed as he’d tried to protect Chrissy and Creel had really done a number on him. Now Eddie had scars all over his body, and if the locker room rumours were to be believed he’d done it to himself in league with Creel, as a result of his injuries. 

Which meant that shallow people loved to take digs at his appearance and the scars, especially the ones on his face. Both you and Chrissy were quick to shut down those rumours usually, but tonight it just seemed that everyone wanted to poke the metaphorical bear. It was a combination off too much beer, too little sense and being provoked and encouraged at every angle that caused your idiot of a boyfriend to call out loudly for Eddie,

"Hey! Franken Freak!" several of the party goers laughed openly, you noticed a few who at least had the decency to look ashamed, 

"What can I do for you? Hasbeen?" Eddie called back, clearly unperturbed by being called out like that, your boyfriend however did not seem to take the rebuttal quite so genially,

"What did you call me?" 

"A Hasbeen, that's what you call someone who peaked in high school right? I hear you're working at the Gas N Sip on the edge of town these days. Thought Daddy was gonna get you into UCLA?" 

It was true. Adam had been boasting to everyone your senior year that his father was going to get him in the 'side door' at UCLA and that no one would ask any questions. Unfortunately someone in the company had already gone to the FBI with evidence of money laundering and fraud and the company went bankrupt months before graduation.

Adam and his family had all survived because of course they had. Came out of the whole situation smelling of roses while some poor guy got thrown under the bus and sent to prison for the rest of his life. It was still a sore spot. Which was evident by the vein pulsing in Adam's forehead and the look of sheer rage on his face. 

You decided to step in before you and Chrissy had to clean blood from your mom's rugs,

"Adam, baby, look why don't we leave the kids to it?" you tried to placate him by putting a hand on his arm and batting your eyelashes, hopefully if he thought he was going to get some he'd calm down. Not so. 

Instead he flung your hand from his arm and pushed you away, leaving you stumbling into the countertop,

"You think you're so fucking cool don't you freak?" Adam was up in Eddie's personal space now, challenging him. Thankfully Eddie seemed to be smarter than Adam and wasn't taking the bait,

"I think you need to chill man. Why not go with your girl? Have a little fun?" he laughed and offered Adam a pre roll from his little lunchbox, "on me" 

"I don't need your charity!" Adam snapped, 

"Wasn't charity dude, just trying to keep the peace" 

Honestly by now you were sick and tired of Adam, he'd been so nice in high school but then when you guys got a little older the niceties ended. He didn't want to go to the mall with you, he didn't want to hang out if you were with friends he didn't know from high school, not to mention that having sex was about Adam getting off and nothing else,

"Get out Adam" you said, making your way through the throng of bodies who had stopped to witness whatever was happening, "I mean it, get out and don't come back" 

"You can't throw me out. You need me" 

"The hell I do, get out of my house and take your stupid friends with you" 

Adam stared at you before scoffing loudly, apparently the whole thing was just so ridiculous to him that he had no other choice,

"You can have her Munson. Honestly she's a frigid bitch, never puts out" he laughed and several of his cronies laughed along with him, "whatever i'm out" 

As Adam left you breathed a sigh of relief. Honestly you'd been wanting to do that for so long and now that you and Chrissy were leaving Hawkins for Chigaco in the fall it seemed like the perfect time, 

"Well wasn't he a peach" Eddie laughed, "i think you're better off sweetheart" 

"Yeah i think so too" you smiled at him, "I feel about two hundred pounds lighter too" 

"Well that certainly calls for a celebration" Eddie offered you the pre roll, "on the house" 

"Only if you'll smoke with me" you said, "you're bound to be sick of all these kids" 

So that's how you found yourself sitting in your bedroom with Eddie Munson passing a joint back and forth alongside the bottle of good whiskey you’d pilfered from your Dad’s  liquor cabinet knowing he’d never miss it. 

“I never asked how you knew my sister” you said passing the joint back to Eddie, “why she was helping you study”

“I remembered her from middle school” Eddie laughed taking a large inhale, “that little cheer routine you guys did” 

“Oh my god I can’t believe you remember that!” You’d forgotten about it honestly, Chrissy had been too nervous to do the routine on her own so you’d gone up with her, “I taught her that. It was the first routine she’d ever performed publicly” 

“A family of cheerleaders huh? Was your mom one too?” Eddie asked

“No. She just likes to live vicariously through her children” you answered honestly. You’d long suspected the reason your mom had pushed so hard for you and Chrissy to join the squad is because she couldn’t do it herself in her own time. 

Eddie hummed a response and lifted himself from your bed where he’d been causally lounging and began exploring your room. He’d lift a little trinket and set it back down, look closely at pictures, trophies, it wasn’t until he got closer to your closet that he stopped. 

Something had caught his eye. Something white and green with a tiger printed on it,

“No way you still have this. Didn’t you graduate two years ago hm?” Eddie teased pulling the cheer uniform out, “let me guess your boyfriend is into it?”

“Not my boyfriend anymore” you said, “he’s a jerk” 

“You didn’t answer the question sweetheart” Eddie leered at you, “was he into it?” 

“Everybody’s into cheerleaders” you offered by day of excuse, it wasn’t a lie exactly,

“Do you still remember all your little routines as well? Even the middle school one?” 

You suspected it was the weed and the whiskey that made you snatch the uniform out of Eddie’s hands and take it to your private bathroom. Re-emerging moments later dressed in your game day finest, even if the skirt was a little shorter now on you than it was two years ago,

“I will have you know that I could have been head cheerleader if Mandy Anderson hadn’t been such a bitch and dropped me during practise in sophomore year” 

“So show me what you’ve got then” 

Now ordinarily you wouldn't have bothered with any of this, but right now? Well your pride was on the line … or something. So you went through the entire routine start to finish and ok maybe you added a few extra high kicks in for good measure, you'd dressed intentionally tonight and you weren't about to waste it. 

After you proudly finished Eddie was beaming at you and applauding loudly, 

"Well colour me impressed. Never did see the big fuss before but I'm a changed man" 

"You're just saying that" 

"Sweetheart you wound me" Eddie rather dramatically put his hand to his chest and clutched at his heart, "I don't think i'll ever recover" 

You laughed and walked towards where he'd slumped back onto your bed, still clutching at his chest,

"Never?" 

"Well, maybe" he grinned sitting up and putting his hands on your waist to guide you down onto his lap, "Never thought i'd get a cheerleader in my lap" 

"Well this must be your lucky day" you were incredibly close, your legs on either side of his. Chests practically touching, all it would take is for one of you to lean in just a little bit,

"Only one hit left, you wanna share?" Eddie asked, holding up the joint in his hands. His rings catching in the light,

"Sure" you sounded unsure of yourself, like you couldn't feel exactly what was going on. Eddie took one last drag inhaling as much as he could before a ringed hand came up to cup your jaw, gently encouraging you to open as he breathed the smoke into your lungs. 

You weren't sure who moved first but it didn't matter much when Eddie's hands were gripping your hips so tightly you were sure they'd bruise, his mouth moving against your own. He kept you firmly in place on his lap while he kissed you, only breaking the kiss to leave large hickies all over your neck. You'd have a time explaining those later but right now you didn't care. You just wanted more.

More of Eddie. More of the sensations you were desperately trying to chase. Making out had never felt this good before with anyone, especially when your clothed pussy kept grinding up against Eddie's jeans, the friction too much and not enough at the same time. Causing you to let out little whines when you'd almost get what you wanted but it was just out of reach,

"Awh what's the matter princess? Not getting what you want?" Eddie laughed

"Funny Munson cause it seems to me like you're the one having a hard time" to prove your point you shifted your weight on top of him, grinding yourself against the bulge in his jeans,

"Baby you have no idea" Eddie stood without warning and you wrapped your legs around his waist to keep from falling, "I'm about to rock your world" 

He deposited you back on the bed, your legs splayed open for him to see exactly what he had gotten flashes of earlier. The baby pink lace was barely covering anything but just enough to tease. It seemed to have the desired effect as Eddie groaned into your thigh.

That skilled mouth began covering your thighs in kisses, bites, like kitten licks to soothe. He made sure there wasn't a single expanse of skin that was left untouched, except of course where you wanted him most,

"Quit stalling" you gasped as he bit preciously close to your now dripping pussy, "come on" you wiggled your hips a little from where he'd pinned them to the bed but were instead given a sharp smack to the inside of your left thigh,

"I'm taking my time, gotta work myself up for the main course" Eddie grinned as you pouted, "patience honey, patience" 

You were sick of being patient, it wasn't just you who was eager. You'd seen the way Eddie was readjusting himself or grinding on your bedspread, so instead of listening you slowly put two fingers under the waistband of your panties and slipped them inside as Eddie watched, slightly awestruck. 

You were absolutely soaked and it didn't take much to collect some slick on your fingers and bring them back up to your mouth. Making a show of licking them clean,

"Oh that's good, are you sure you don't want some?" you asked perfectly innocently, as if offering to share your lunch with Eddie and not inviting him to have a taste of something else. 

Your ploy worked, Eddie wasted no time in dipping his head between your legs again and mouthing at your panties. You could feel his tongue moving along your folds through your panties but you wanted more, this wasn't enough,

"Tear them down, rip them off, I don't care" you moaned, grabbing at Eddie's curls as his mouth closed over your clit, sucking it through the lace,

"You're gonna be the death of me" Edide honest to god growled before doing just what you'd told him and ripping your panties down your legs so he could continue. 

There was no basking in your victory however as Eddie spread your legs further apart and buried his face between them. His tongue running along your folds and collecting your slick on his tongue, long broad stripes from top to bottom, he ate you the way he kissed you. Hungry for more. 

You tried your best to keep quiet, you hadn't closed the door and you really didn't want a group of drunk eighteen year olds hearing you get the best head of your life but Eddie had other ideas. His lips closed over your clit making a sort of vacuum, his tongue coming out to flick over the swollen bud making you arch your back off the bed,

"Lemme hear you princess, come on wanna hear you" Eddie mumbled into your cunt before diving back in, two thick fingers plunging into your dripping cunt as he licked and sucked around your clit. 

Eddie's fingers were far thicker than your own and much longer so it was easy for him to find the spongy spot that made you see stars. Once he found it he wasn't giving it up. Curling his fingers as he moved them in and out, the sounds of your sloppy wet cunt filling the room along with your moans. This was far better than anything you'd ever experienced before, it had always been a chore to make Adam go down on you but Eddie honestly seemed to be getting off on it as much as you were. 

The party downstairs was long forgotten as Eddie used his fingers and tongue to split you open, you weren't even sure how long it had been since you both came up here. The mix of weed and booze and the heady feeling from being fucked so good on just Eddie's fingers had you floating away, all that mattered was what Eddie was giving you. Nothing else. 

You felt it when you were close, that pressure building up inside you ready to burst. Like every inch of you was on fire, a string pulled taught and ready to snap at any moment,

"Eddie" you'd whined, hands buried in his hair pulling tight as your whole body flooded with sensation, 

"That's it Princess that's my girl, come on, cum for me, I wanna see it" his fingers moved faster, bringing you closer and closer until your release washed over you. Slick and spit dripping down your thighs and Eddie couldn't get enough, devouring every drop he could until you finally had to squirm away from the sensation,

"Too much" you'd gasped, "Eddie too much" 

He took a step back and grinned at you, the lower half of his face  soaked in your slick and spend,

"Sorry princess, you just taste too good I couldn't stop" 

A laugh bubbled out of you, he really had enjoyed himself. The fact that he was still hard in his jeans didn't escape you either, but before you could suggest anything to remedy the issue your attention was drawn to your still open bedroom door,

"What the fuck is going on here?" Adam was standing in the doorway, red faced and looking as if he were about to explode. You quickly closed your legs though it didn't seem to matter since Adam's attention was all on Eddie,

"Oh hey man. Look I'm sorry but I'm a little busy, kind of in the middle of something so I won't be selling anything else tonight" and with that he just, shut the door on Adam's enraged face and turned back to where you were still lying on the bed, "so, where were we?" 

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[trashcanwithsprinkles]

You ever wonder what you would do if you ended up in trevat?

probably the most fun thinking exercise i've had for a bit hahah

ended up rambling on for like five minutes so it's under the cut

assuming this is an unnanounced isekai of sorts where i wouldn't want to touch the plot with a ten foot pole (bc that sounds far more interesting than just- what if i lived there),

plan a) book it to liyue harbor avoiding wangshu inn just in case xiao can sense i'm not from teyvat, convince uncle tian to let me sleep in his boat until i have money (he looks like he'd let me in exchange of stories), become a storyteller, tell stories from a faraway land (any and all stories from here, be it plots of books, movies, fanfics, whatever man), profit, make casual friends w beidou to lower the chances of ningguang sending yelan to look into my untraceable past, try not to make it obvious i know zhongli knows i'm not from teyvat (if he ever appears by my storytelling corner) and ensure he likes my stories (this will boost my corner's reputation), buy a house outside chihu rock, befriend xiangling by sharing recipies from here, learn liyue recipies and how to use teyvat ingredients from her, befriend a gaggle of millelith by feeding them 'new and interesting foreign dishes' bc the fastest way to a man's heart is thru his stomach – they will now ensure the area around my house won't get jumped by random treasure hoarders and slimes or geovishaps, travel around once i've made enough money, always return to liyue and live out a chill life w the millelith's protection, the qixing not interested in bothering w me, and zhongli unbothered by my unthreatening presence

plan b) book it to fontaine. this could go two ways depending on if i break some random law immediately upon arrival: b.1) if i don't break any law then i befriend navia by sharing baking tips w her n convice her to let me stake it out at the spina's outpost in fleuve cendre until i make money, write mystery whodoneits (hello recovered manuscript bootleg sherlock holmes) for starting cash and then slowly make the switch to villaness novels w extra mystery (you can't tell me they wouldn't be a hit there) thereby avoiding the likely fierce market competition of plain whodoneits and gaining more fame, profit, buy a house in the countryside to reduce the chances of breaking a random law by reducing the amount of gardes around, keep in touch w navia n be rightfully grateful to her (this will keep the spina on my side), befriend the melusines by sharing stories n cooking tips (they can try me w their weird concoctions) n thus further lowering the chances of me getting randomly arrested, live a chill life (also travel around n stuff obviously) with furina/focalors entirely uninterested in my existance, the gardes and neuvillette seeing me as a normal citizen, and the just-in-case friendly connections to the phantoms via the melusines and the spina via navia (and maybe the surveillance patrol if chevreusse likes my novels) b.2) if i do break some random law immediately upon arrival or too early into plan b.1, then i plead guilty and get sent to meropide (nobody down there will ever bother to look into my untraceable past and trying to argue innocent will only bring attention i likely can't afford), work dilligently until i've made enough friends among the staff, become the prison's storyteller and bard and gain credits like that, become a friendly face nobody will have any interest in harming and likely won't dare to bc i'll have made friends w all sorts of prisoners by then (plus why would you want to fuck with the guy who's literally only singing songs and telling stories. like nobody else is doing it. half the prison would jump you i think), stay down there after my time is up for the same reasons i chose to go down, hopefully be a nice helpful prisoner and a welcome fixture in the fortress, live a quiet and chill life

and lastly, the last resort plan c) book it to mondstadt, beg charles for a gig at the angels' share, sing covers of songs from here and pass them off as melodies from distant lands, avoid venti and his knowledge of music like the plague, avoid kaeya and the knights like the plague also before they realize i'm not From There, get a house in springvale, if diluc ever bartends then try to subtly let him know i'm w him on the knights issue, hopefully this raises my chances at becoming part of the staff of the tavern n the likelyhood of the rest of the staff helping me avoid the knights' suspicion, ideally just live a quiet life in springvale, if by some miracle diluc decides to hire me for the winery then go there instead and live a quiet life as one of the workers, the main objective here is to fly under the knights' radar and position myself in life in a way that venti won't either want to, be able to, or feel the need to get curious about me and try to make contact (i realize dealing w music is counterproductive to this but it's the only gig i can think of that'd work there, would require no starting budget, would allow for flexible hours so i can skedaddle if needed, i wouldn't suck ass at, and would get me a step closer to who is likely going to be my only and/or most accessible ally in staying away from the knights: diluc)

[niki-phoria]

can i request a highschool au w jay and m/n giving him lunch everyday until jay fell inlove w him ><

-🐢

pairing: jay x male!reader (he/him pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 876

includes: school au (could be high school or uni), breaks are meant to be timeskips

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :)) feedback is appreciated <33

requests open !! read my rules first

jay nervously scans through the lunchroom, searching for a place to sit. his hands feel clammy as he brushes them against the thin fabric of his uniform dress pants. the backpack perched on his shoulders almost feels like it’s weighing him down. 

“hey,” he startles when a soft voice interrupts his anxiety-induced overthinking. you’re wearing the same school uniform he is, though jay can’t help the passing thought that it looks much nicer on you. “you’re new here, right?”

“yeah,” jay nods. he nervously clears his throat, hoping you don’t notice the light flush spreading across his cheeks. “i just moved. this is my first day.”

“why don’t i buy you some lunch and show you around? you look like you could use the help.”

jay chuckles before nodding. “that sounds nice. thank you.”

“don’t mention it.”

“jay!” you call, rushing over to his side. you playfully knock your shoulder into his as you walk through the crowded hallways alongside him. 

“y/n,” he smiles. “isn’t your class that way?”

“it is but i want to spend some time with you. i only ever see you at lunch.”

jay does his best to ignore the way your words make his heart rate speed up and butterflies swarm throughout his stomach. he looks away from you in an attempt to hide his flushed cheeks. he steps to the side closer to one of the lockers so he’s standing in front of you. “why don’t i make you a deal, then?”

you playfully raise an eyebrow. “i’m interested.”

“you go to class on time and pay attention and i’ll eat lunch with you again.”

your laugh makes the butterflies swarm even faster. jay’s lips quirk upwards into a small smile of his own at the sound. “fine,” you say through chuckles. “i’ll meet you in the lunchroom?”

“i’ll be there.”

“shit,” jay mumbles under his breath. 

you look over at him with a concerned glance. “what’s wrong?”

“i forgot to bring some cash with me this morning. I don’t have enough to buy anything.”

“why don’t i get you something?”

jay furrows his eyebrows when he looks over at you. “no, it’s okay. i could never ask for money.”

“jay, i’ve been buying you lunch for weeks,” you chuckle. you reach over, slipping your hand into his. “come on. let me do this for you.”

jay does his best to ignore the way your hand holding his ignites fires against his skin. butterflies swarm throughout his stomach - begging for him to finally make a move to ask you out. but instead he pushes it down, nodding in agreement. “okay.”

“glad you came to your senses,” you tease, tugging him along with you. “let’s go.”

you furrow your eyebrows when you phone begins violently vibrating against your desk. you pull your attention away from your studies just long enough to pick it up and turn it over. you turn it on, illuminating a new text from jay.

jay <3

meet me at the park behind your house in 20 minutes

you turn back to your still-open computer, debating for a few seconds before closing it. you tug your t-shirt and sweatpants off, instead changing into a pair of jeans and a hoodie jay had bought for you. the thick fabric feels comforting against your skin. 

you shove your phone into your pocket before putting on an old pair of sneakers. “i’m going out!” you yell, not bothering to wait for a reply as you exit out the front door. the walk to the park behind your house is a familiar one. the sun slowly begins to set, creating a vibrant collage of pink and purple hues decorating the sky above you. 

“jay?” you call as you walk towards a small clearing in the trees. a small metal table sits under a metal pavilion. the usual rusted metal has been covered by a white sheet, complete with two plates of food set out and a few candles sitting by the edge of the table and string lights hanging around the edges. 

“y/n,” jay smiles as he walks towards you. his usual oversized shirt and baggy jeans have been traded out for a fancy button down and a pair of dress pants. “i’m glad you came.”

you smile at him as you walk closer. “is this a date?”

“i hope so.” for once, you’ve run out of snarky remarks and teasing comments. your eyes widen as jay steps closer to you. his hand ghosts against your waist as he moves closer to stand in front of you. “y/n, you are the most handsome boy i’ve ever met. you’re smart, and funny, and kind. i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he pauses, nervously chuckling. he raises a hand up to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb against your skin. “i like you. a lot. and i’m hoping you feel the same.”

you can’t help the way your lips quirk into a flustered smile. “i like you too, jay,” you chuckle. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to tell you that.”

“guess i beat you to it this time,” he chuckles. he pulls you in a little closer until your lips finally meet in a sweet kiss. 

[crystalgastles]

i looove ur page, could u do some general hc’s nsfw and sfw both of them if ur comfie w it for jeff :3. tysm and remember to drink water and be easy on yourself💗╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

So, I don’t like writing sex scenes in general. The only reason I added one in after the flesh was because of the fact hiding your sorrows in sex, drugs, and alcohol are something I have dealt with and I feel like it was the right time in the story for it, (my character dealing with guilt about something I have yet to reveal and Jeff because of his religious trauma being brought back up) . I wouldn’t really have any general nsfw headcannons for Jeff just because I don’t write for smut fanfics (not that there is anything wrong with smut authors it’s just not what I do personally) but I’d love to answer for general headcannons since I haven’t really gotten in on appearance for him yet or personality. Sorry that was very long 😭 anyway here they are

His hair is very long (down to his mid back) with a ton of split ends because he only trusted his mother to cut his hair

My Jeff is autistic, specifically about food and what he wears because he’s very large in stature

He’s 6’7 the steeled toed boots he wears makes him around 6’8

He loves women, women took care of him, and it was mostly women who didn’t abuse him in the church so he has a very strong sense of justice when it comes to misogyny (my feminist king)

He doesn’t leave witnesses who can speak. He thinks that leaving them with the trauma is worse than just killing them

Has an intense fear of never being able to give or receive love

Had his eyebrow pierced when he was a teenager and never took it out, there is no eyebrow left but the bar is still there

Kills people over music opinions, mostly men who have no idea what good music is but act like they do

I headcannon him as bisexual but he leans towards women because he is more comfortable with them (go figure that’s my orientation too)

The entire right side of his chest and arm is covered in burn scars from when he burnt down janes house

He was childhood friends with Jane, her father found out Jeff was helping her sneak out at night to see her girlfriend and had her sent to conversion therapy and Jeff was forcefully baptized, the night he killed his family he burnt down her house with her entire family inside except for her.

He went in to try and save her but she wasn’t there, she was at her girlfriends

He was born on December 25th (religious imagery wow shock in my writing)

He lets very few people touch him, the people that he does however he likes to just have them close, most of these people are women

Very sharp features, his face is unique in my mind and I don’t know how to describe it but he’s very sharp but feminine in a way

He got his scar by cutting it open on stage for shock value when he was in a band

Was in a metal band in his teens called Glasgow, hence why he cut his face open repeatedly

He’s not good with relationships. He gets attached and jealous but will also leave for weeks at a time without warning even though he does not mean anything by it he’s just doing his thing.

Delusions are his falter. He has horrific cptsd half of the people he kills is for this reason

Extreme alcoholic, will drink rubbing alcohol if he has to

Has had four partners in his life, all of which are dead now

He hums to himself when he’s alone

When he loves he loves people, steals things for them when he can, buys things for them if he comes upon cash. He shows his affection like a crow

There are more but I’m running on empty currently but if there are any other characters you guys want to hear about let me know

[ayyponine]

sometimes u just realise there are things you are getting too old for  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

went to a free lil festival the other day w a colleague, her bf, his lil brother and one of his friends and. can i just say. i was like ten years older than everyone else there and by god did i feel it

the boys were playing football in the streets then climbed some random scaffolding and i was the only one going oooooo be careful now oh god do not fall off

on our way to the park the bf offered me a cigarette (very kind) by going "rookt u?" aka addressing me w the formal you i mean thats very polite and well mannered of him but also i never felt more old lady chaperoning in my life it almost knocked me back

once there the two younger boys snapped a pic of a woman in a mobility scooter and were sending it back n forth over social media and i was sooo fucking. floored to even be a witness to this i didnt even know how to react aside frm looking at them like >:/???????????

we had planned on going to a concert but they were only interested in the DJ after party thing which only lasted like. an hour. nvm the lineup of the prev 3 hrs they just wanted to go fr that tail end

once there barely 15 mins in me and the colleague were sent out again to go get booze. we went to the store and she didnt have enough on her card. i offered to pay w cash but she refused and instead got on the phone w her bf until he transsferred enough to get it. then i almost smuggled in our bottles of 1. booze and 2. soda but backpedaled when she mentioned getting caught could mean getting fined and i, an entire 30 yr old, didnt much care abt getting on my record a mention of smuggling alcohol into a park to give to idek how old the lil brother and his friend were their behaviour sure suggested they were under 18. like im not doing that.

to smuggle shit in easier my colleague dumped out some of the coke and most of the vodka to mix em up and only carry in one bottle and all i could think was omg... you just paid like 20 euros fr that liquor and now youre pouring it out in this planter and leaving the bottle w it what a shame what a waste you couldve at least offered me some before dunking it straight out damn

once we were back in and ready to hear the final like. again mb 15 minutes of this DJ act all i could do was stand tall and shield their drinking frm a big ole conspicuous cola bottle they were passing oaround from the eyes of any police possibly lurking. did i mention they also had a set of vapes youre not allowed to have in this country. with like lil lights on em

also the lil brother got bumped into by a woman in her mb late fifties who was like omggg sorryyyyyy so obv i turned around and talked to her fr a sec like its ok. are you ok and when she was like im finnneee just had a lil too much to drink (do you have friends here to look after you and make sure you get home safe) yea and its alright im bikinggg (that can be dangerous too pls be careful) okk (ok enjoy yr night)

anyway the evening was over after that and they walked back home and all i could think was well i loved spending some time w my colleague either way but also. i came down an hour early. she and i walked the dog before we went to the thing. could any of those guys not have idk. gone to buy booze beforehand if thats what they wanted. or better yet pregamed before we went on the five min walk to the event from their house. did they really HAVE to have alcohol in their hands during the ONE SINGLE HOUR they spent there. and why the hell were we the ones to go and get it for them christ

me just standing there the entire time thinking wow this is so camille when she goes to the party w amma and her friends and is a witness to all their high school drama. this is so cross hands prefight bathroom core when gary knows his friends are tired of him and hes trying to invite himself into this group of youngsters who ARE having a good time

like god bless them fr inviting me along. next time let me meet up w another 30 yr old so we can actually attend the music and enjoy the vibes damn i truly am too old for this. why did i low key wish i instead was w the friend group of 50+ers havin a drink too many and dancing and singing along to the act hello

[arabellaflynn]

I've been in my new place for about two weeks now, otherwise known as 'long enough to decompensate'. Despite taking apart all my standing racks and piling all my shit up in the living room, neither of the other roommates noticed I was leaving until the night before, when the Useless Narcissist asked if I was moving. 

"Yes."

"Oh, when?"

"Tomorrow."

Stunned look. "Why?"

"Because neither of you pay your rent on time." 

(Note that I had been telling them for the past two months that I could not continue fronting the rent for everyone indefinitely. The landlord insisted on having the check by the first but didn't cash it until some random time between the 15th and the 25th of the month. Both roommates had gotten around to giving me the money later and later -- for June, the Useless Narcissist paid me just over a week late, and the other one was two weeks late.)

Indignant look. "Oh come on! I paid you back every time!"

"That's not really the same thing."

Appalled look. "What are we going to do about this month?"

"Beats me."

(I might have had a more sympathetic response had he not asked me this on the second of July, having apparently assumed that I had just gone ahead and paid everyone's rent for them, so as not to bother him with piddly things like deadlines.)

I used the same movers I called the last time, because I'll be damned if I carry the heavy shit myself ever again. They were pretty surprised when they showed up. Apparently by moving company standards, I was almost psychotically prepared. What do I do when I know I'm about to move? The same thing we do every night, Pinky! Try to take over the world Buy more giant plastic bins and start heaving shit into them. It's not a complex plan. The Useless Narcissist had been unsuccessfully "moving" for like the past two and a half months and had had all of his crap heaped up in our living room the whole time; I considered asking him to shift some of it out of the way, but decided I didn't feel like dealing with the temper tantrum. The path of least resistance was buying colored duct tape for all the bins and boxes and hanging big tags on all my luggage, so that's what I did. They're green. The movers were almost confused when they brought up the giant roll of plastic wrap and realized they didn't need it, because I don't really own furniture that doesn't come apart for transport, and I'd just packed all the rat's worldly possessions into his cage and then zip tied it shut. 

Predictably, the landlord messaged me a few days later to say he hadn't gotten the rent check that month. I said I was sorry to hear that, but I didn't live there anymore, and gave him the phone numbers of the two remaining deadbeats so he could pester them for money. I have no idea if they've paid him or not, because this is no longer my problem.

The new place is back in the same area where I landed when I first moved to Boston, in a sprawling field of Edwardian houses where nothing is plumb or level. The hardwood floors are flat as a funhouse mirror. I'm a reasonable walk or bus ride from all my old haunts, and I am pleased to note that a sushi place I used to patronize is actually still around. Not that I'll be eating there anytime soon -- I bought the last couple of things I had grant money earmarked for, and I'm back to pretending I'm flat broke, just now with 2-3 months rent in savings. The groceries list is back up on Amazon now that I have a stable address again. If it lands on my porch, great; if not, I know where the supermarket is.

Cheese, it turns out, does not travel well. At all. Getting him out here was a ten minute walk to the T, three stops on the train, and a ten minute walk to the new house, and he spent all of it trying to beat his way out of the carrier with his wee little skull. Fortunately, I'd already replaced the plastic mesh in that thing with metal window screen he couldn't chew through as easily, or the Green Line might have acquired an extra rat. He also did not enjoy going to the vet that weekend to see if she had any better ideas on how to stop him going hnorp all the time, which she didn't. A lot of his discomfort was probably because outside is hot and muggy and full of grass pollen. (To be fair, a lot of my discomfort is also because outside is hot and muggy and full of grass pollen. I just have access to allergy meds on demand.) He still has a continuous sniffle, but inside a climate-controlled room it's more 'kind of an annoying snoof' than 'terrifying shortness of breath'. At this point, I've just concluded that it is what it is, he's probably going to make a hnorp noise for the rest of his life, it's probably fine.

We moved in on the afternoon of the 3rd and Cheese spent the night hiding in a box, mostly because he had thrown himself around his carrier so hard he hurt one of his feet. I tried to keep him from climbing too much, but when I opened the door on the 4th for breakfast, he scaled me and decamped on the roof of the cage, refusing to come down for love or money pudding. I don't so much care if he wants to be on the roof of his house as I want him to not throw himself off the roof of his house, and since he shows no signs of wanting to jump, I've just given up. I opened the top door and hung a strategic hammock so he could get up and down without my help. He can be tall if it makes him feel better.

The Fourth was stormy here. I spent most of the day unpacking with a migraine so catastrophic I didn't realize that was what it was until it was over, despite having to stop and lay face-down on the floor several times to keep myself from throwing up. Fun thing about migraines, they subject the part of your brain that solves problems to rolling brownouts, which makes dealing with them difficult. I just kept running through the food-water/electrolytes-caffeine-meds checklist over and over, hoping that one of those things would fix the problem. None of them did, although my attempt at dinner did teach me that there's a really good fried chicken place nearby, and Cheese appreciated the bones.

(Cheese has regained most of the weight he dropped when he went off his food during the first round of Baytril. He ate almost an entire pudding cup by himself while I was unpacking. That's 70 calories of pudding, according to the package. I don't know that he needs 70 calories total, per day. I am impressed by both his determination and his stomach capacity.

He has decided that his favorite kind, by a country mile, is butterscotch. This is a bit of a problem, because that flavor is currently unobtanium. It's been out of stock everywhere for weeks. Is the world's only source of cheap artificial butterscotch flavoring located deep in Ukraine? I do not know. The only way to get him more of it was to order a case on Amazon, so $20 of my grant money went to buying pudding for my incredibly picky free rat.)

I divested myself of surprisingly little when I moved this time. I went through the same thing I did when I moved to Boston originally, where I looked sadly at all my "fun" clothes and makeup before tossing them, and then realized that I couldn't -- I actually used that for work. I still have the nagging feeling that anything I enjoy is expendable. That's what being an adult is, isn't it? Having to choose between things you enjoy and things you need, and understanding that your happiness is less important than everything else. But I like my bins of makeup and costumes and props and electronics, and I use all of them to make money one way or another. The lack of conflict is frankly destabilizing.

The last tenant still had a king-size mattress here when I came to look at the room. They offered to get a TaskRabbit to haul it to the curb, but I was like no, no -- I don't want to move a bed either, just leave it. The most convenient solution was to just make Amazon magic a new frame onto the porch. The bed is so big. The biggest futon I ever bothered buying was a Full. I spent a whole three-tenths of a second trying to figure out which way the bed should face before realizing it didn't matter, because a King is basically square. I shoved it into a corner, put some sheets on, and built a nest. Being an adult is also getting to decide that making the bed is for chumps, and I can sleep in a pile of miscellaneous pillows and chenille blankets just fine. I'm so used to being on a Twin that it took me about a week to stop sleeping curled up on the edge.

I bought an 18" frame and it's lifted on 8" risers. Mostly I did it so I could store a bunch of luggage under there, but it also gives me almost enough space to sit upright next to all the suitcases. Which sounds like I'm trying a little too hard to be quirky until you realize I've just started a project that will eventually require me to record a voiceover, and the quietest spot in my room is almost certainly going to be underneath the giant cushion.

I have the rest of July to do pretty much whatever I want. I'm not not looking for work, but I'm aware that there isn't likely to be a lot of it until the fall season starts. Someone asked me to work a private event at the end of the month, and I actually got to sit and think about if I felt like taking the gig, rather than taking everything I'm offered and figuring out how to make it work. I'm absolutely terrified that now that I've committed to paying the higher rent, the work will all suddenly vanish. I have no idea why I think that. As soon as people realized I could run things in the tech booth, they all trampled over each other to book me. My calendar says I worked on 15 events in 16 weeks, in capacities ranging from "show up with camera" to "perform multi-hour live set" to "camp in booth and run literally everything except the lights". And I don't run the lights mainly because I don't own the widget that talks to them via USB, and I'm not really comfortable trying to work a manual board and QLab at the same time. (I was told that the software license for the USB doodad was $1000+, but I'm seeing open source hardware/software combos on Amazon for about $300ish? I don't know what the difference is, and I'm not prepared to buy one until I do.) 

Whenever I have a long stretch of time to do "whatever I want" that almost always translates to "have the breakdown I've been putting off the whole time I was required to do things whether I wanted to or not". I'm really good at just gritting my teeth and surviving/ignoring stressful situations until I can extricate myself -- see: my entire childhood -- but the downside is that when it's over I get to feel all the horrible consequences at once. It's a lot like pumping yourself full of stimulants to power through a difficult day. It works by borrowing resources from future!you to keep present!you functional. I start panicking over really random, non-sensical things, tiny problems that can be easily fixed if any of them even exist in the first place. I hate this and the only way I can really deal with it is keep it tightly locked up whenever I have to talk to people, then go home and hide until I can human again. It's not fun, but at least now I can do it in the air conditioning.

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[askrealtypros]

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[ad_1] First off, I’m an entire newbie, I do know subsequent to nothing, and I’m anticipating to be laughed at. Right here’s my query: I’m at present dwelling with my girlfriend. I’ve been searching for homes, and I’ve discovered a really good quadplex that’s simply been renovated.  I run two companies, however personally don't have any supply of earnings. Right here’s why: Along with my two current companies, I'm engaged on creating a 3rd, however they're underneath my girlfriend’s identify for privateness causes. Cash isn’t a problem.  “‘It’s a well-liked school city with new renters coming and going yearly. I've zero concern about discovering tenants.’” I want to benefit from us each utilizing a Federal Housing Administration mortgage earlier than we get married. I do know that FHAs are relevant for as much as a four-unit home, and I used to be questioning if it’s attainable for me to get a mortgage to buy this unit with no earnings.  The unit is $800,000, and every unit has two bedrooms in an space the place the common hire is $1,000 per room. The estimated mortgage could be $5,000, and if I hire out every room at $1,000 a bit that reveals a possible of $6,000 to $7,000 a month hire. It’s a well-liked school city with new renters coming and going yearly. I've zero concern about discovering tenants. Am I simply dreaming or would the potential rental earnings be enough to make the acquisition? American Dreamer ‘The Big Move’ is a MarketWatch column wanting on the ins and outs of actual property, from navigating the seek for a brand new residence to making use of for a mortgage. Do you could have a query about shopping for or promoting a house? Do you need to know the place your subsequent transfer ought to be? E mail Aarthi Swaminathan at TheBigMove@marketwatch.com. This week’s Large Transfer query was noticed on Reddit.Expensive American Dreamer, Lending requirements are fairly strict with standard mortgages, so it's possible you'll run into points since you don't have anything on paper to point out your earnings. In case your privateness causes are associated to taxes, your chickens might now be coming residence to roost. In that case, it's possible you'll want to seek the advice of the Tax Guy. For an FHA mortgage, the lender would want to confirm your employment for the latest two full years. In case you are self-employed, you have to to provide documentation to point out how the enterprise is doing financially, and so forth. Both method, you'll doubtless want to point out enough proof in your earnings or property to qualify for a mortgage along with your W-2s or 1099s, and different tax returns. Regardless that you could have a tough estimate of projected earnings out of your rental properties, you're lacking another components that include homeownership — from the down cost, closing prices and insurance coverage to upkeep and repairs that can be ongoing. Mortgage insurance coverage could also be required on some loans.  You might additionally face prices related to tenant disputes. Should you hire your unit to a horrible tenant, it's possible you'll have to evict them down the road. Do you could have sufficient financial savings to offer for authorized charges and prices related to such a course of? The issues with an ‘estimated’ earnings One other potential spanner within the works: your estimated earnings won't be taken at face worth. You'll have to get an appraisal to estimate rental earnings which may then be offered to the lender. The appraiser gives you a good market rental worth on the models. Plus, solely 75% of your projected rental earnings will rely, not the total quantity, when making use of for the mortgage. Lastly, think about the market as we speak: excessive rates of interest, in addition to excessive residence costs. Will you be capable to efficiently buy this residence, or will you could have competitors that may push up the value? There are some varieties

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[victory-cookies]

I had the worst, most murphy’s law, comedy of errors day today it was actually ridiculous. So last night I was feeling good. I was feeling motivated. I had put all of my laundry away immediately after getting it out of the dryer. Today was gonna be my day to turn my life around bc I felt motivated to clean to do homework to run my errands I was ready

and then I sleep through my fucking alarm.

okay, whatever, it’s fine. I had to go out to get shit for my Fionna costume so I decided to head out once I’d had breakfast. It wouldn’t take me much longer than an hour and I could come home and get right to my tasks.

so I’m at the fabric store, with a meter of fleece and some velcro, and I go to pay. And my debit card doesn’t fucking work no matter what I try. So I ask the woman if she could hold my stuff while I run to the atm to get cash. But the atm declines me too. I try to log onto my online banking and that doesn’t work either. At this point I assume I’ve been locked out of my card so I head back to the store, apologize, and tell her I need to drive to the bank about ten minutes away to try to get my card fixed. She says that that’s no problem and she’ll hold my stuff until the end of the day (they close at 5. It is currently 1:30)

so I head to the bank. The line is absurdly long but finally I get up to a clerk and am like “hey I think I’ve been locked out of my card please help” and so he checks and yeah I have, bc the two scholarship cheques I deposited yesterday had been flagged as “unusual and suspicious activity” and he says he’ll call and see if he can get it unlocked for me. We’re on hold for like fifteen minutes. At this point my sister has asked me to come pick her up from her friend’s. Finally this guy gets through and they’re like “lol we can’t do it unless she has the cheques there and you can verify” and obv I didn’t have them so he was like “well either you can go get the cheques and bring them in or you can wait until tomorrow when the photos will show up in the system and then your card will be unlocked”. I don’t want to do either of those things bc going home and coming back then going back to the fabric store would take another like two hours. So I say fuck it and go to pick up my sister with the intent of dragging her back to the fabric store and getting her to use her card.

at that moment it starts fucking bucketing. I start driving to her friend’s house and the road is nearly flooded I was so worried. And then as I’m heading out I end up directed onto the highway (highway driving makes me really anxious so I try to avoid it so I’m panicking). At this point the rain is coming down in sheets and I can’t see anything. Im about to cry. I exit the highway and then get directed onto another highway. The traffic is so bad that I can’t make it to the left turn lane and I miss my turn. I only barely make it to the next left turn and thank god I did bc if i didn’t I’d be on my way to the next town.

I get to my sister’s friend’s place and my sister gets in the car and I ask if we can go back to the fabric store and have her buy the poor fabric I have left cut and alone just sitting there (I felt bad. They had cut it for me already I needed to get it). She says no problem and so we head once more to the fabric store.

we pull up and the lights are off. It’s 3pm. They should not be closed. Confused, we get out and go to check, and they are in fact closed. A woman comes up to us and explains that THE FUCKING POWER WENT OUT IN THE ENTIRE MALL. They were closed for the day, along with every other store there, including the spirit halloween that I needed to go to as well and the a&w my sister wanted to grab food at

so we drive away. I have literally gained nothing from this. I have bought none of the things I needed to get. I have wasted so much gas. It is now 3:30 and I have done zero of the things I wanted to get done today. I was literally crying

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Bonds, tranches, blah blah...

A lot of people don't seem to understand these things, even after Margot Robbie explained it in a bathtub (which, in hindsight, is probably why nobody remembers what she said.)

Basically, take a bunch of loans. Or whatever financial instrument that looks like a loan, or a payment plan that you're expecting to be paid for like rent, insurance, dividends, whatever... anything you expect to pay you money. (Paychecks)

You expect a certain number of those income streams to fail, because they're loans, and sometimes people don't pay. Bad things happen, people get sick, people lose their jobs, people get stuck in court over some s* they said on Twotter. You know, w/e.

So you take a bunch of them together, and based on the law of averages, and/or large numbers, you're mathematically guaranteed to have a minimum amount of income.

That's pretty much the business model of banking. It's pretty simple. You expect a certain % of people not to pay, and when they don't, you're not caught with your pants down because you're still making money.

- Let's take a break from that and talk about stocks and dividends.

Not every stock gives out a dividend. Only certain companies that are making profit are able to do so. The value of the stock is priced based on what the last trade was, and is controlled digitally. (Like how hotels charge more for rooms during comic con)

You can put bids for stock lower than the current price and the algorithm will adjust to whomever paid the least for it (like that one guy who put in a bid for Bitcoin at like $5 when it was $50k)

It's that whole "you get what you negotiate for" in play.

- So what?

So these stacks of paychecks, banks will cut into pieces, percentages, they then negotiate with other banks or financial institutions to sell those pieces for immediate cash, and the buyers will buy them expecting a return on investment. *There's a minimum payout of x$'s, there's a chance of a maximum payment of y$'s, but you're guaranteed a steady revenue stream of at least x$*

And that's why other institutions and investment firms will buy them.

But then they repackage their own Bonds which may or may not include these ones that they just bought. And then cut those into pieces, and repeat the cycle.

- WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS?

On a theoretical and statistical level, if they follow the models and no surprises happen. This is a pretty reliable return on investment. Not great, but you avoid taxes and get a steady stream of income, that may include bonuses every now and again.

- Until the Adjustable-Rates kicked in on the sub-prime loans

Subprime, Those shitty mortgages given to people with no or low FICO scores. (And are blamed for their failure *BUT* many forget why those mortgages failed.)

Adjustable-Rate loans were invented to take advantage of inflation. And they were given out tacked onto subprime mortgages.

Because of these adjustable rates, and I'm not sure if it's the adjustables that caused inflation when they kicked in, or they kicked in because of inflation, but what used to be a steady reliable statistical analysis that made dependable bonds, created a monster that made them incredibly undependable.

Because people started defaulting in higher rates after the adjustables kicked in.

Basically, they turned what was pretty a steady, dependable math equation into one guaranteed to fail because the people paying couldn't afford the Adjustable-Rates.

And because they knew they were sub-prime, there's a good chance the writers knew it.

__End.

So here's my questions that haven't been answered:

Were the creators of these loans expecting them to fail, so that they could scoop up housing? Or did they really expect income to be stable through that period?

Why were the effects of Adjustable-Rates just omitted in the calculations of the stability of these bonds? (Trust me, I was already being told to look out for adjustable rates in my contracts by literally everybody I met in 2005, so it's not like we didn't know it was a bad deal.)

How come the buyers of these bonds didn't read the terms of the loans given out? I mean, not the individuals information of every single person, just the terms of the loans given out to the average customer? Seems like an important detail to include in your manual of how the bond operates.

And finally, why did bankers expect people who were barely expected to pay back what their contract was for, why did they expect them to be able to pay *EVEN MORE* at the time the Adjustable-Rates kicked in?

+The creators of the bonds developed a stable financial tool, as long as no surprises happened, but then they didn't calculate the surprise they knew was going to happen.

Something doesn't quite add up there. What do you think the final piece of that puzzle is?

[brattybytes]

now that i have a general horror s/i down i think i can plot out how bub/ba and harley meet haha

this got... Long... theres no nsft i just am afraid to put it on main haha.

Harley is cross-country travelling to deliver packages, and his current stop happens to be texas. They normally would avoid coming here, but it was a job with an extra pay raise as compensation. Being strapped for cash he had to take it, and that's how he wound up here. Harley stopped at a gas station to fuel up and check the packages again.

There were several parcels meant for some Sawyers... They seemed like a family operation, having ordered several packages of tools and other supplies. It just so happened that the Sawyers were nearby, so this job was much easier than Harley expected! After fuelling up the truck and buying some snacks and drinks, the mailman was back on the road again. Not too long, though, as Harley found the Sawyer residence. With a sigh of relief, he parked his truck near the driveway and unloaded the packages.

With their clipboard on top of the boxes, Harley walked up the driveway to the front door. Setting them neatly on the porch, he plucked the clipboard off of the topmost box, and knocked on the door with his free hand.

For a minute or so, there was no response. Harley shrugged and mused to himself that perhaps no one was home. But the arid Texas heat was quickly beginning to wear on him. If nobody answered after another minute or so, they would simply leave without a signature. Relieved at the prospect of no more social interactions, he turned his back to the door and began to walk off.

However, their walk halted as soon as Harley had heard the door open behind him. Damn!

"Greetings!" A jovial, old and slightly wheezy voice called from the doorway. "You must be here to deliver our packages, right? You can't leave just yet!"

"O-oh, u-um, yes, you're- you're right," Harley stuttered as he turned back to the porch, approaching the doorway. They held out the clipboard and motioned to a blank highlighted signature line. "I ju-just need to, to uh, you sign here. I'll be outta- out- out your way in no time, sir."

The man clearly was quite old, and his ghostly pale white skin made the courier half-sure he was seeing a ghost. As the old man handed the signed clipboard back to Harley, he asked, "Oh, would you mind helping bring these in? I'm afraid my old bones aren't quite like they used to be. All of my sons are quite busy as well at the moment."

"Oh, oh u-um, of cou- course I wouldn't, wouldn't mind, sir." Harley responded, picking up the topmost box and carrying it with relative ease inside. The old man, who almost definitely seemed like the grandfather of the household, excused himself while going to fetch his boys.

Meanwhile, the stuttering delivery driver carried the rest of the packages inside. Part of him wondered what was in any of the parcels, but knew that it likely wouldn't be worth the trouble of asking.

"I hope you don't mind staying for dinner, lad. My boys would like to thank you for your help, it isn't often we see anyone new around here." Grandpa Sawyer offered, as he introduced his grandchildren to Harley one by one. Harley noticed how the biggest of the four seemed to be the most apprehensive, attempting to hide away from the new person in the house.

"O-oh, goodness, I-I would, um, I, I would lo- love to, but, but ah, I run- ru- run on a very, very tight sc- sch... Schedule, sir." The courier responded sheepishly. "I-If I happen to, to uh, swing by again soon- soon, I would take yer, yer uh, kind offer up."

"I insist! I'm sure you would like a break from driving so much. Its the least I could offer you."

"W-well, uh, um... I don't see why not. Its pretty late- late anyway, I hate driving at night too." Harley relented, giving in to the kind offer.

"Wonderful! Bubba, would you mind showing our guest around? And.. Oh, I never caught your name!"

The courier felt dwarfed by agonizing awkwardness. He had no idea what he just got himself into... But with a sigh, he answered bashfully, "I-I'm Harley. "

The old man grinned as he pat Bubba on the shoulder, somewhat aggressively, pushing him forward. "We're going to clean things up a bit, so why don't you and Bubba hang out for a while? Should be ready in half an hour."

As Grandpa and the other of his children left to assist him with the packages and dinner, Harley and Bubba Sawyer were left alone, awkwardly standing in front of one another but not making eye contact. After a moment, the much larger man took hold of Harley's wrist and guided him around the house.

"H-Hey, um, y-you're Bu- bu- Bubba, right?" The shy courier spoke. Bubba stopped in his tracks, looking down at them and nodding, alongside a noise of approval. He squeezed Harley's wrist for a brief moment.

Harley's lips barely curled up at the corners as they spoke, "W-well, um, uh, you're, I-I... Th-thank you for your- your hospita- pitality. But where am I, uh, going to.. Sleep for the night? I-I mean, I could, I could just sleep on the couch- couch. " They watched as Bubba shook his head, and dragged them into a room at the end of the hallway.

It was a quaint bedroom, rather simple and mostly utilitarian in its design. A bed with a plaid quilt, a dresser and nightstand, and a desk. There was a closet, with a few sets of clothing hung up. Harley took notice of a few plushies laying around. Their face lit up at the plushies strewn about, and they carefully walked over to one of the several laying on the carpeted floor. "Is it- is- okay if I pick this up?" Harley asked, head turned to look at the big man. Bubba walked over and crouched, nodding after a moment of apprehension.

The plushie was in mostly good condition, although its face had been raggedly patched up. Harley admired it with a tender glance, noting it looked like a stitched-up puppy and seemed well-loved. "You- y-you like, like col- collect-ing plushies too? Back at- at home, I have a, a whole bunch too. I um, I-I like bringing my, my bunny with me." They admitted with a bashful glance. Harley opened the messenger bag at their side, having remembered how it was practically stuck on him all the time.

In their hands lay a soft, fuzzy cinnamon colored bunny, with a white scarf embroidered with autumnal leaves and pumpkins. Bubba gently reached a hand over, but stopping just short of the bunny's head. Harley raised it further towards him, stating, "Y-you, um, can, can pet it if you want. I-I uh, named it Merle. M-Merle is, its- its my middle name."

As if he were afraid it would destroy itself at any touch, Bubba Sawyer stroked its head very gingerly. His plushies were mostly made of felt and wool, but this was a different texture. Merle was soft and smooth, like velvet. He made an excited noise at the touch.

"I-I could, um, see- see if I can get you- get you one like this." Harley offered, watching the larger man fixate on the soft velvety plush.

Before either could do anything else, they both heard Grandpa Sawyer call for dinner.

[dream-wrecker-blog]

Hey guys. Sooo we all know that I’m not consistent on here. But when I show up! You have to admit, that its good. Lol

So today I had a really good conversation within myself.

To paint a clear picture, I work over nights. Which is really important. I’ll be explained later on. So my work night starts at 20:30 hrs. And thats just prep time. I actually start work at 21:00. I’m a newly promoted person in charge. Im a (SUPERIOR!!!!)

In my profession. It takes a while to earn this status. Which at one point I had turn down. So… to make a bigger deal of my position. There’s tiers. 1-9 and I’m at 5. But when I started this security position, which is part time by the way. I entered at level 3. Which cave me a bit of an ego boost. I’ve been with this part time security organization for 7 years. I would have been a tier 6 but because I declined my position before I’m at tier 5. Which at the time. I have to say was very wise.

So from 21:00 until 05:00 hrs. My team and I are a presence. A deterrent as you will. Most of us professional and proficient. While others are clearly here to cash the checks and buy a house.

At 05:00hrs. I head home. By which I go to through public transit. The 4 or 3 train to Brooklyn. YEA!!! Brooklyn. A part of New York I’m never really in. Or care to be in. Its a part of New York that feels as if its just segregated. And there’s just no need to be apart of. I mean they are the part of the city that get hit with the storms first. Thus! Slowing it down over the rest of the city.

By the tome I get home its 06:00hrs. And I take a shower and brush my teeth. I have a personal belief that when you work in service. Helping demographics that are under privileged, there negative energy clings to you.

When I w home the bathroom is the first place I go. I undress myself and kick the clothes in a corner. And get in the tub. I wash with soap thats been infused with green tea sage and one other banisher. And once I’m wet I wash my face and brush my teeth in the shower. Because why not! Once I get dressed I don’t see the point. While tired, doing these grooming steps I could have do e while in the shower.

After doing those tedious things. I begin to chant to my spirits and call them to help me remove the energy I picked up. And I continue to do this procedure until I feel clean and almost see the negative energy in the suds going down the drain.

Once I finish, I get out the tub and immediately from the back I stand and spray in the direction of the drain with bleach. After that I leave the bathroom. Prep some tea and take multivitamins capsules. Head back into the bathroom and run the shower on cold. Until the bleach is gone.

This is all the things I do before I head to bed. Once I jump in my sweet cradle of rest. I knock out for a few hours. By this time its 08:00. Then I typically sleep for 7 hours. And I should be awake at 14:00hrs. And procrastinate for an hour. Then I go the gym and hype myself up to be a body builder. To only almost die from too much pre-workout. Lol.

Yes this is true it happens a little too often for my liking. But after going to the gym at 1600 i head back to house to shower again and do this routine all over again.

Sounds like a lot right! Well… it is. Usually my job allows me to be in a hotel. “Great right” but! There are stipulations to these. Such as distance and how long it takes you to get to work. Unfortunately, for me I don’t quality. It takes me only (30/1.45) min from new lots to 42nd street. And I’m less than 30 miles. Soooo…….. yup..!… I don’t qualify

Honestly, its actually a good thing that I’m not in a hotel because they reserve the right to check your room. And you cannot have people over which sucks because I would have slutted it up

So the whole point of this rant is to give you insight into my day! Im 3 weeks in and to myself, walking home from the gym I had to express to myself out loud. I’m……. Not……… happy!!!!

Recently I had my own very modern version of eat pray love. Where I went to Africa on the east cost. And I with a very well established team help liberate this 3rd world group of people. We pretty my educated them on various methods of self preservation. My hand in it was cooking and giving my love and life into the food. They were eating.

There! I learned I wasn’t happy either. But there I had time to burn. Burn in the sense I was working and getting paid very well and!!! And! I had tome to think! All of my basic needs were met and I truly was able to deeply self reflect.

My reflection told me I wasted time and parts of my life on things that don’t even belong to me. Which is the hate I had for my parents. The anger I had towards people who intentionally did me wrong.

So here! I caught myself falling back into the same behavior.

I’m not happy.

So! I might have to quit for the sake of my mental and emotional health. I’m not doing what feeds my soul. Which is art! Sex and poetry.

[chiffonlime643]

hoo hoo hee hee . . .

oneshot where nezuko takes the place of tanjirou in demon slayer :D

[tws: human and animal death, blood]

originally posted on my ao3 but i wanted it here also :)

(this was written a year or so ago so sorry if it's a bit weird w the writing)

She awoke to her youngest brother poking her face as she slept. Her eyes opened, slowly, as the bright light of the sun peeked in to their home. She chuckled.

“Oh, Rokuta, thank you for waking me…” To which the young boy smiled, and began to go outside, only stopping for a moment. 

“Mama’s making us breakfast later than usual today, okay?” Nezuko nodded, and began to get up, gathering her thoughts. She was supposed to help around the house with her mother today, right?

She walked out after getting ready, to find her slightly older brother, Tanjirou, taking care of Hanako, her youngest sister. They were playing in the beautiful white snow, somehow not cold, despite it being freezing out, even in the daytime. 

“Hey, Tanjirou,” she said, to which Tanjirou smiled, and, as if a lightbulb had sparked in his head, jumped up and ran to Nezuko. “I have a question, sis.” Nezuko nodded. “Mhm?”

Tanjirou shivered, but tried to hide it to seem a bit stronger. “Could you possibly take the coal into town today? I’ve got… to do… something…” As he said this, he looked away, with an embarrassed look on his face.

Nezuko immediately brightened up significantly, excited at the excuse to go into town, as she had some friends there. “Of course I will! What are you going to be doing?” 

Tanjirou smiled at her willingness, and shook his head. “Nothing too insane, just a gift for a friend of mine. I could buy one, but I’d rather build one, not to mention we’re rather strapped for cash in the wintertime.” 

Nezuko nodded, and she remembered she had to help her mother. “Oh… right… Tanjirou, I don’t know if I can go, I have to help mom…”

However, right as she finished her sentence, their mother, Kie, walked out from their house, wearing an apron over her clothes.

 “I heard most of that, dear, but don’t worry, I can handle myself,” she said, but Nezuko immediately shook her head, an annoyed look on her face. “No, ma, you’ve been working so hard all week! You need a bit of a break. Don’t think I can’t see those bags under your eyes.”

But Kie merely put her hand on Nezuko’s shoulder. “I’m supposed to work, my dear. I’m your mother- besides, you should get a break as well, what better than to take a walk down the mountain, delivering goods and feeling the breeze?”

Nezuko furrowed her brows, a conflicted look on her face. “But what if something happens to you guys while I’m gone?”

Kie smiled. “We’ll be fine, my dear. Just go, don’t worry about us. Try to be back by dinner, but if you can’t, that’s okay. Stay safe.”

Nezuko hugged her mother, smiling. “Thanks, mom.” She let go, and walked over to the cart of coal. She did a little salute to her brother, and he reciprocated the gesture. “See ya later, ma! And Tanjirou, take care of the kids for me, okay?” To which he nodded.

She began walking down the mountain, only somewhat noticing how light the cart was compared to normal. She ignored it without a second thought. The fun shouts of the younger children began to fade the lower she went.

A family of seven deer all sat under a tree near her. They didn’t regard her, all busy eating while the mother watched over them. Meanwhile, birds of all types flew around the trees. 

Nezuko was lucky that bears and other dangerous creatures slept during the winter. She worriedly thought about her brother having to carry coal down the mountain during the summers, and decided, right then and there, she’d accompany him during his deliveries through the summer in the future.

But she shoved that thought aside for later, as she saw, in the distance, a person, walking around the trees. They looked unfamiliar, and carried a sword. She just nodded to them, and continued on her way.

After around a half an hour of walking, she reached the town. Now she understood why her siblings loved to sled down the mountain instead, despite the danger that came with it. 

She giggled to herself as she entered the town, recalling a fond memory of her youngest two sisters being taught by Tanjirou how to sled, the two proceeding to run directly into two trees afterwards. Thank the heavens that they came out of that unscathed.

She walked towards the shops to her right, everyone greeting her with a smile as she gave them their coal, and occasionally stopping to hang out with friends along the way. One of the friends gave her a bright pink rose that she’d grown earlier.

After almost a day of delivering, the sun was on the horizon, and she had one last piece of coal to deliver. After giving the last man the coal (who thanked her and gave her a cup of hot cocoa to drink, which she accepted gratefully), she took her cart and began her trek up the mountain. 

She was about to walk up, when all of a sudden, a neighbour, who most knew as extremely paranoid, opened his house’s door, and gestured to her to come inside. Confused, she walked over and asked why.

“The demons, of course,” he said, and Nezuko decided to go inside. The man asked her to at least stay the night, until it was safe. Nezuko thought for a moment, and remembered her mother’s words. 

“Okay,” she began, “I’ll stay, though I’m sure it’s safe.” The man offered her food, which she gratefully took.

After sleeping, she woke up, confused at where she was at first, but she quickly remembered the previous night’s happenings, and thanked the man before grabbing the coal cart, and leaving.

She began a brisk walk up the mountain, but something seemed off… It was silent. No birds, no voices, nothing.

As she walked up, she passed the same spot where the deer were yesterday, but her eyes widened significantly, and she paused, as she took in the sight.

The mother, and four of the fawns were all mauled, most likely by a bear. One of the fawns was barely breathing, and the last fawn, with a sad look on it’s face, was completely unharmed. 

She looked into her cart, and decided to grab the flower that one of her friends had given to her the day before, and give it to the remaining deer. She turned and walked away before she could see what happened next, a feeling of dread washing over her.

Finally, she almost reached the house, a smile appearing on her face. But that smile faltered when she saw no-one out and about, and the door wide open. 

She walked inside, the room dark, and her foot splashed into something as her eyes adjusted, some of the liquid reaching her face from the splash.

Nezuko wiped the blood-like substance off her face, her face twisting into a sad, destroyed look apon seeing that the substance she’d stepped into was one of her sisters’.

It wasn’t a blood-like substance. It was just blood. She couldn’t comprehend the feeling as she looked upon her whole family. Dead. Gone. Destroyed. As if a bear had mauled them. But she knew what it was.

As if she was a robot, her first instinctual thought was to see if anyone’d survived. She knelt down next to all her family, checking their breathing.

Rokuta? Dead.

Shigeru? Dead.

Takeo? Dead.

Kie? Dead.

Hanako? Dead.

She didn’t realize how hard she was crying till she got to Tanjirou. Before checking his breathing, he noticed how he cradled Hanako in his arms, protecting her. She froze, her heart seemingly stopping.

As she cried, she checked Tanjirou.

Tanjirou? Alive.

She got up and began to go outside, an unreadable look on her face as she comprehended the happenings. If she hadn’t left… if she’d let Tanjirou, Kie, any of them leave instead, they’d still be alive.

Wait. Tanjirou had been breathing, still, which meant he was still alive.

The deer nuzzled the younger fawn. 

Nezuko ran inside, picking up Tanjirou, not caring how heavy he felt. She carried him outside, and her eyes widened as his looked towards her. He lunged, and she pushed him off. They seemed to fight for hours, though only minutes, as they ended up in the middle of the forest. 

“Tanjirou!” She cried, and despite his fighting, she could see he was crying. All of a sudden, he stopped, laying in the snow. She checked his pulse, praying to someone, something, that he hadn’t died.

He was still alive. Good. But then, she heard rustling in the woods. Turning around, she spotted the person from earlier, with the sword. He had a stare that could kill hundreds. 

In the most cold, unreadable voice she’d ever heard, he said “Get. Away. From. The. Demon.” But, she didn’t.

“Get away from it, kid.” She shook her head. “He’s my brother.” The person had an almost fake pitiful look on his face. “But it’s a demon now.”

“No, I promise, he’s fine, he’s fi-” The man interrupted, angered. “If you won’t move, I’ll have to kill both of you.”

However, right as he said that, Tanjirou got up, and ran in front of Nezuko, teeth bared towards the man, in a protective stance.

As if a gunshot had been fired, the two immediately began fighting, Nezuko becoming extremely worried for Tanjirou’s safety. 

“Tanjirou!” She yelled out, “Tanjirou, no! Sir, please, please, please don’t hurt Tanjirou!" But when the man wouldn’t listen, her instincts kicked in, and a cold look appeared on her face. In the middle of the battle, she grabbed her brother, and pulled him away from the man, who merely froze.

“Why are you just standing there?” She asked, but he didn’t respond, merely with a shocked look on his face. He walked backwards, a bit away from them, but he didn’t stop staring.

She realized he was staring at her brother, who, instead of fighting, was protecting his sister with all his might. The man stopped his shock so quickly, it was almost as if he was wearing a mask of emotions. “How is he not hurting you?” He asked, in an unreadable voice.

“He’s my brother,” was all Nezuko replied with. “I just want him to be okay. I love him.” The man sighed. “Are you trying to turn him back? Is that it?” Nezuko, a bit confused, nodded regardless. 

“It’s nearly impossible. But,” he began, looking away, embarrassed, to Nezuko’s surprise, “There’s a way you probably can.”

“The head demon, Muzan, can probably transform him back. But, if you want to get there, you’ll need the strength. Demon slayers have that strength.”

Nezuko, surprised at his immediate change, asked how. “Go to Sakonji Urokodaki, he lives on Mt. Sagiri. I have to say, kid, you have potential.” 

Nezuko nodded, slightly annoyed at his usage of ‘kid’. “Thank… you…? I guess?” 

The man sighed. “You’re welcome, I don’t usually spare demons’ lives. The name’s Giyu Tomioka, by the way.”

“Nezuko Kamado. Thank you very much, Tomioka.” He nodded. “Of course, Kamado.” And just like that, he left, leaving the two sitting, alone, in the snow.

Tanjirou and Nezuko walked over to their home, Nezuko thanking the heavens that the sun wasn’t out that day. She carefully took each and every corpse, and buried them, silently crying with each one she buried. Unknowingly, her brother was crying too.

After praying for them, she got up, a brave look on her face, and took the cart that she used for coal, and had Tanjirou get in it to protect him from the sun. “Don’t worry, Tanjirou, I’ll find you some better way to protect you from the sun later, but first, we’ve got someone to find.”

She cracked her knuckles, looked back at the graves of her family, and, somewhat hesitantly, began on her way, carrying Tanjirou in a coal cart on her back.

Somewhere, deep in the forest, a fawn carries her sibling through the forest, as the sibling begins to walk again, carrying a comforting bright pink rose.