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hb-writes · 4 years ago

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Aesthetically Pleasing

It was a little after eleven in the morning and despite the lovely day blooming outside her window, Mia was still holed up in her room. It was quite possibly her favorite place on earth, or at the very least, the most comfortable and soothing place on earth. Though Mia enjoyed being a part of a large family and passed more time with her parents and siblings in common areas of the home than most adolescents, she had always cherished her bedroom.

Mia loved her room in the Forks house most of all though. Not that there was anything wrong with the rooms she had in Alaska or New Hampshire or Chicago before that, but there was something so aesthetically pleasing about the expansive room with its wall of windows and the more mature décor Esme had helped her select after they’d moved.

But despite it being her favorite place, Mia didn’t love the upkeep involved with keeping it neat and tidy which was why she was still tucked away under the covers despite her mother’s gentle suggestion from two hours prior indicating that things looked as though they needed to be tidied.

Esme had said it innocently enough, almost as if she was offering her daughter nothing more than a possibility to consider, but it was the third weekend in a row she’d mentioned it, Esme's honey eyes scanning over the pile of clothes on the chair in the corner and the papers and books strewn across Mia's desk and the floor. And before Esme shut the door, she smiled and said, “Thank you, sweetheart,” so Mia knew not to bother even trying to do anything else until the dreaded deed was finally done.

She'd already been thanked for the effort she had yet to put in.

It wasn’t exactly that Mia hated cleaning, just that she knew herself and therefore knew it was a hefty endeavor she would be undertaking, one which could eat up the whole of her Saturday with ease because Mia never just cleaned her room. She removed everything from its place, reordering the books on her bookshelves and refolding the clothing stuffed haphazardly into her drawers.

And then she repositioned every piece of furniture.

And did the regular cleaning bits—the sweeping and mopping and dusting.

And put everything in its new proper place.

And it always took an entire day, a few hours of which were consumed by her simply thinking about the task she’d be assuming. Today the thinking had only taken her two hours rather than three.

Having finally decided on the new configuration for her furniture, Mia pushed off the covers and moved to the door. She’d need cleaning supplies and breakfast. She figured she was entitled to leave her room for that at least, but when she opened her door, Alice greeted Mia with a plate in her hand, the bucket of cleaning supplies set at the threshold to her room.

“Esme asked me to bring you this.”

“No coffee?” Mia groaned.

“Carlisle says you’ve been having too much.”

Mia was about to argue when Alice handed her the plate and disappeared, returning moments later with a mug.

“Green tea. A compromise.” Alice offered Mia a smile. “You’re planning on rearranging?”

Alice leaned a bit to see beyond her little sister and into the room as Mia rolled her eyes.

“You’ve gotten much too good at catching me when my guard is down.”

“I’m not trying. My mind is just attuned to the people I care about.” Alice reached out and tapped a finger on Mia’s nose. “But here.” Alice handed over the mug. “I should let you get to it.”

Mia used her foot to nudge the bucket with cleaning supplies over the threshold.

“The bed looks nice facing the windows,” Alice said over her shoulder while skipping down the hall, Mia’s hum the only answer provided as she tapped the door shut with her foot.

It was nearly two hours later when Mia halted her cleaning, the act of stopping almost like coming out of a fog, and she looked around the disaster that was her bedroom while Vivaldi played in the background.

She quite liked the juxtaposition of it, the music and the mess. Nearly every piece of furniture had been emptied of its contents with books and clothes and knickknacks covering her bed. The room was ready to be put back together.

Mia pushed herself off the floor and decided on dealing with the chair first. She planned to set it facing out at the windows. That was her plan for every piece of furniture she occupied—her desk, her bed, her reading chair. She wanted them all facing out at the yard so she could glance up from whatever she was doing and see outside straight away.

The chair only had to go from one corner to the next. She’d have to drag it, but she could easily manage on her own. Everything else might need a bit of assistance, but the chair she could manage. She bent down to get a grip and by the time she lifted, Carlisle was at her door.

“Why don’t you let me help with that?” he offered.

Mia shook her head. Her knees were already bent, her hands fit beneath the underside of one corner. “I’ve got it.”

“I’m sure you have, but—”

“It’s not heavy,” she said, lifting the corner up, “and I’m stronger than I look.”

Carlisle smiled. “I’m sure you are, but—”

“Dad, I’ve got—” The chair fell out of Mia’s grasp as she turned towards Carlisle, her bare foot shifting just enough that it slipped beneath the wooden base at the very same moment as Mia's fingers released it.

Carlisle had the chair off of her foot as quickly as it had landed, quicker probably, but Mia had already lowered herself to the floor, grasping the foot and whimpering as her eyes grew wet.

Carlisle kneeled beside his daughter and reached out towards her foot. He would need to get a look at it. The chair wasn’t terribly heavy, but Mia had dropped it from a distance. “I’ll need to—”

Mia shook her head and drew back from him. “Not yet,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Does it feel broken?”

Mia shook her head again, meeting his eye though her hands still covered the foot she’d drawn into her body.

“Will you let me see?"

At her silence, Carlisle lowered himself completely, sitting down beside her on the floor. “You know, if you truly didn’t want to clean your room, I’m sure your mother would have allowed you out of it without you having to incur an injury.”

“She wouldn’t even let me out of the room for breakfast,” Mia mumbled, “and she’s already thanked me.”

“She already thanked you? Well, I suppose injury was your only option, then.”

Mia tried to hide her smile. "I’ll only show you if you promise not to touch it.”

Carlisle smiled. “You know that I’ll need to, but I won’t until you’re ready.”

Mia didn’t answer, but scooted herself back and extended her foot towards her father with eyes closed.

“Are you ready?”

“Go ahead,” Mia muttered, wincing as his cold hands skimmed over the tender, inflamed skin.

“Well, it certainly won’t be the most pleasant sight to behold while it heals, but I don’t think it’s broken,” he said as he stood up from the floor. “Let’s see if you can bear weight.”

She slid her legs back into her body again, shaking her head. “Dad, I—”

Carlisle extended both hands down to her. “You can do it. You’re stronger than you look, remember?”

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years ago

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71. you’re famous and you want to hide out in my bookstore which is fine except the stupid paparazzi won’t leave and now there’s a photo of us in the tabloids and they’re printing misinformation and why the fuck won’t you clear this up on your twitter account

Sternclay, NSFW, please!

Here you go! Let's end this round of meet uglies with a bang

The post-holiday slump is always the worst; everyone maxed out their credit cards last month and doesn’t want to buy anything, and the tourists won’t be back until the spring. It’s not that he’s concerned about keeping the lights on; Bookworms is popular and has a prime spot downton. It’s that he’s bored out of his mind.

All his orders for the day are in, everything’s been received and shelved, and he’s running out of things to tidy. If he’s lucky, the clouds that have been threatening a snowstorm since this morning will burst and drive some people to shelter among the stacks.

Dingdong

Thank the lord.

“Welcome to Bookworms, can I help you?”

The man stays by the door, peering through the glass onto the street while pulling off his beanie, “Huh? Oh, uh, nope, just coming in to, uh, get out of the cold.” He turns, and two realizations slap Joseph in the face.

One: this is the hottest man he has ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Two: He’s seen this man dozens of times, just never in person.

Barclay Cobb is a Food Network darling who got his start on Youtube, sharing recipes from vintage cookbooks he found at garage sales. That’s not why he’s starstruck, but it is probably why the taller man is hiding in the craft books alcove and keeps nervously looking his way.

“I won’t tell anyone you’re here, Mr. Cobb.”

“Phew” the man sighs, unzips his jacket, “thanks man. Thought I’d be bundled up enough that no one would spot me while I was out, but I didn’t get my hat on in time coming out of the Chinese place down the block.”

“I love that spot, they have the best beer-braised duck.”

“Yeah, I always stop by when I’m in town, they’re food is worth getting photographed for.”

It’s odd, everything he’s read suggests chef Cobb is friendly and warm when approached by fans in public.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate that people like my shows but, I, uh, sometimes I just want to eat or walk down the street without someone taking pictures of me.”

“Do you want to head into the back sections? There’s no windows in that half of the store.”

“Sweet, thanks. Uh, would it be cool if I autographed any books of mine you have? I like doing that, means I can send a little business towards smaller stores.”

“Of course. Here, the cookbooks are on this wall.” He slips into his office to grab a sharpie while Barclay pulls a stack of books and sits down on the floor. As the scratching of the pen fills the air, Joseph takes a trip to the paranormal and occult section, coming back with three copies of The Case for Bigfoot.”

“Y’know, not everyone stocks these.” Barclay smiles as he adds the paperbacks to the pile.

“Which is terrible business; you’re just as famous in the cryptozoology community as you are in the foodie one. This is the best book on bigfoot ever written, and I should know; I run a, um, a blog where I review books on paranormal topics.”

“You a true believer?” The cook blows on his signature in the copy of Desserts for All Seasons

“More an optimistic skeptic; your book is perfect because you make your case using actual evidence instead of reporting the same ten, poorly verified stories that everyone includes in their books. And I appreciated that you included recipes from the places you visited; that was a very nice touch.”

“Funny story about that” Barclay freezes as the front door opens. There’s definitely more than one person coming in, and when Joseph pokes his head around the corner he sees fifteen people, all with cameras or phones.

“Shit. You might want to hide in my office for a few minutes.”

By the time the crowd reaches him, Joseph is almost done re-shelving the signed books.

“Good afternoon, let me know if you need help finding anything.”

“Uh, yeah, we do, someone saw Barclay Cobb in your store-”

“Strange, we’ve only had one customer” he winces as someone’s shoulder knocks a hardcover off its display, “I didn’t get a good look at them before they went downstairs.” He tips his head at the staircase to the YA and Graphic Novel sections and is promptly knocked into the shelf as the throng hurries away.

“Come on, I can get you out through the back door” Joseph whispers to the Red Dust on his Soul poster on his office door. Barclay is remarkably quiet for a man his size as they sneak across the floor and let frigid, January air rush into the store.

“Thanks man” Barclay whispers, “I owe you one.” He sets a big hand on Joseph’s shoulder, squeezes it with a wink, then pulls on his hat and disappears into a crowd coming off at the bus stop.

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Joseph always comes in through the back, flipping on lights as he goes, so the sea of bodies pressed to the front windows like a zombie horde surprises him. He knows Barclay tweeted about the signed copies, but this seems like excessive excitement even for a celebrity chef.

“Morning, Joseph--whoa, what the heck?” Aubrey clocks in without taking her eyes off the crowd, “why is everyone here this early.”

“Fan culture. I think.” The registers finish waking up, “I’ll pay holiday rates if you open that door for me.”

Aubrey gives a thumbs up, unlocks the double doors, and is swallowed up so quickly he worries she might have been trampled until she emerges near the greeting cards. Some people swarm the cookbooks, but an alarming number cluster around the counter, all shouting for his attention.

“How long have you been seeing Chef Cobb?”

“What?, I, I’m not-”

“Does he often visit your store?”

“No! He just came by yesterday!” There’s a horrible clatter of all the books on display near the door taking each other out like dominoes.

“Do you fuck in the backroom all the time?”

“Oh come on” He pushes past the man who asked that, deals with shouting all the way to his office and slams the door. A quick Google search for “Barclay Cobb” brings up a blurry photo of them in the alley, Barclays hand on his shoulder, and multiple headlines speculating on why the reclusive chef and author has chosen a nobody bookstore employee (he’s the owner, damn it) as his lover.

Okay, there’s a logical, easy fix to this.

He opens the door enough to speak, whistles so everyone will be quiet and listen to him, “I’m sorry, there’s been a misunderstanding. Mr. Cobb isn’t in any kind of relationship with me; he just came into the store yesterday for some peace and quiet. So, if you’re looking for information about him, this is not the place for it. If you’re looking for the signed books, the cookbooks are there, and the paranormal section is just around that corner.” He gives his best customer service smile as the paparazzi exchange perplexed glances.

“...Is it true he bought you this store?”

“Wh--no! We rent this space.”

“From him?”

“Arggh!” He closes the door, slumps against it and cards his fingers through his hair. As he contemplates closing for the day, he spots a little, copper card on his desk. It’s Barclay’s, which is what he expected, but when he flips it over there’s a message scribbled in pen.

Main St Hotel, room 503, here until Monday.

He pulls out his phone, tells Aubrey she’s allowed to get the crowd out by any means necessary except for fire, and elbows his way out into the winter air.

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Barclay almost purrs when he peers through the peephole in the hotel door; Joseph, as his nametag read, is standing on the carpet, looking twice as handsome as he did yesterday. His cheeks are even a little pink, and Barclay has some thoughts on how to make that blush deepen.

“Hey, glad you found-”

Joseph holds up his phone, screen in Barclays face, “please fix this.”

“Oh fuck.” He ushers him in, “I’m so sorry, I thought they’d stopped doing this shit.”

“No, and they’re fucking up my inventory as a result.”

“On it, lemme text my assistant, she’s good at drafting these kind of messages.”

“Thank the lord. Right, thank you for that, I’ll go now.”

“Wait” Barclay reminds his instincts that blocking the door is rude, “do you wanna stay a few minutes? You look kinda stressed.”

“Because my store is being overrun!” Joseph snaps, then takes a deep breath and straightens his sleeves, “I’m sorry, that wasn’t called for, this morning has just been a mess. And it, um, it’s a little bittersweet to have people thinking I could land a hot chef when I can’t get past a first date with most people. Um, sorry. Too much information. That’s a bad habit of mine.”

Barclay tucks his hands into his pants pockets, “About that. Y’know how I left my card?”

Blue eyes blink, then brighten, “I thought that might be the reason but I dismissed it as wishful thinking.”

“Nope. A guy who's hot, nerdy, and competent enough to sneak me away from the paparazzi? Sign me the fuck up.”

“I’m not opposed to a, um, tryst, but I really, really need to get back to the store, I can’t abandon Aubrey to deal with this mess on her own, that’s not fair, and now we’ll have to reorder things too....” He laughs, a tense sound, “good lord, I get a chance to fuck a celebrity crush and I’m turning it down for work.”

“Hey” Barclay sets his hands on Joseph’s shoulders, “it’s okay. You’re not the first guy to be married to his job. But, uh, out of curiosity, you got any vacation days to spare?”

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“This is all yours?” Joseph takes in the sprawling farm as Barclay unlocks the front door of a charmingly rustic house.

“Yep, all the way to the creek and all the way to the road. Might surprise you, but I like my privacy.”

“I’d never have guessed.” He replies with faux shock.

“Smartass.” Barclay kisses his cheek, holds the door open with his shoulder so Joseph can pull his bags inside. He packed as light and efficiently as he could for two weeks away (he’d initially planned on one until Aubrey and Moira ganged up on him and told him he hadn’t taken a real vacation in years so he was taking one now, damn it) but his suitcase is still heavy as he rolls it to the stairs.

“I got that.” Barclay shoulders his own travel bag and hoists Joseph’s in the other hand, carrying them to the second floor like they’re nothing more than pillows.

The week the chef was in Madison, Joseph went to his hotel almost every night. Fell asleep in his bed more than once, when discussions of fusion cuisine or the Fresno Nightcrawler turned into frantic, heated kisses under the covers. It’s only when the cook drops all luggage into the master bedroom that the truth of why he’s on this trip sets in.

“You really invited me all the way here because you think I’m hot.”

“Yeah but no.” Barclay drapes his arms over his shoulders, lips still a little chilly as he kisses them, “brought you here because you’re smart” another kiss, this one on his jaw, “and funny” another, on his nose, “and you’re the biggest bigfoot fan I know.”

“You wrote a book on it!”

“Point stands. And yeah” he pushes Joseph back so he lands on the bed, crawling atop him as he growls, “I invited you here because you’re so hot I wanna pour sugar on you and see if it melts. Now get your pants off; I’ve been thinking about sucking your dick since we left the city.”

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“How did the whole bigfoot thing start?” Joseph sips his Irish Coffee as Barclay puts his feet into his lap.

“Guess the same way any famous person ends up with two gigs; I was doing the thing I love, then was dicking around on cryptid hunter forums and found out I was also hella good at researching bigfoot. By the time I got really into it, I had enough cash that I could write my book without worrying about going broke. Helps that I’d handed off The Arch and The Lodge and was just the exec chef on them, since then I could travel if I needed to.”

Joseph nods, moves one hand down to rub Barclays foot; in spite of no longer working the kitchens of his five restaurants or having to test recipes for the books right now, he spent most of today on his feet making elaborate meals for two. Joseph teases him that he’s trying to stuff him to the point he can’t leave. Barclay always chuckles and says he doesn’t know how right he is. The last two days, Joseph then wraps his arms around his boyfriend and tells him he’d stay forever if he could.

He’s never thought of himself as romantic; he’s pragmatic, knows that relationships are things built out of time, trial, and error. But god help him, he’s fallen for Barclay like they’re rom-com leads with only ninety minutes to reach their happy ending.

They’re out near the creek--really more of a small river--the next morning, talking about books and speculating on the existence of life on other planets, when a storm sweeps through the trees. As trunks groan and roots pull loose from the snow, Barclay calls, “we better head back.”

He gives a thumbs up. Then the ice under him cracks.

He doesn’t correct course quickly enough, the rest dropping from under him and dunking him in freezing water. It’s deep, too deep to stand, but he’s a decent swimmer and kicks towards the surface. When the shadow covers the opening with a boom, panic threatens to push the rest of his precious breath away.

The tree that fell across the ice is heavy, and no matter how he pushes it won’t give. He bangs on the ice on either side, trying to get it to crack, but his lungs scream and his limbs alert him that the cold will soon shut them down.

He closes his eyes, trying to think, not ready to give up, not with Barclay so close. There’s a groan of wood and frozen water. His mouth opens without permission, desperate for air, and chokes him on frost instead.

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“...be dead, please don’t be dead, please please please don’t be fucking dead.”

“Nnff.” That’s not what he meant to say, but it seems to calm the voice above him.

“Thank fuck. I’m so sorry, I got to you as fast as I could, do, do you need anything?” Barclay sounds exhausted.

“Cold.” He mutters.

“I’m trying to warm you up gradually, that’s what the first aid book said but, uh, here.” Warm, fuzzy arms draw him into a hug.

Wait.

The first thing he sees when his eyes flutter open are arms covered in reddish-brown fur. When Barclay rubs their cheeks together, it tickles more than his beard usually does.

“Barclay? What the hell is going on?”

“Uh. So.” He’s rolled with ease to face a creature he’s never seen and eyes that he’d know anywhere, “I’m bigfoot. Or, uh, a bigfoot. Maybe that’s kinda obvious now.”

His brain crackles to life, “What better way to stay undiscovered than get famous by giving people the wrong information about you.”

“Some of it’s true. Just not anything people could use to actually find me.”

“Smart, big guy” Joseph pets his face.

“You’re taking this pretty well.”

“I think my system is too shocked to experience more shock.” He shudders, “relatedly, how’d I get out of the river?”

“I lifted the tree off and pulled you free. Took my disguise off to do that and, uh, the fucking thing fell into the water when I got you. So I’m gonna be stuck like this until a friend of mine can get me a new one.”

“No complaints here. You look incredible.” He runs his hands up and down Barclay’s side and chest, warmth seeping into his fingers as he does, “But I’m a little surprised you were willing to risk someone seeing you or me blabbing to someone and trashing your whole life in the process.”

A low rumble as Barclay kisses his forehead, “It’s worth it. I, this is gonna sound so fucking cheesy, but I haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time, and there was no way I was gonna lose you.”

“Oh.” Affection and surprise well up in his throat, pressing down his words so all he can do is nestle closer to the cryptid and let himself be loved.

His mind rebounds quickly from his misadventure. His body would like him to remember it for a while so he doesn’t put it in such jeopardy again any time soon. Instead of helping Barclay with cooking and chores, he lays under the covers while the storm rattles the roof and the cook clangs pots on the lower floor.

Barclay, attentive to a fault, is downright doting now that he’s stuck in bed. He’s never without a hot drink or something to read, and the cryptid is happy to answer the majority of his questions about the finer points of being bigfoot. When it’s bedtime, his boyfriend pulls him atop his massive frame and cuddles him, whispering over and over that he’s glad he’s okay, until they fall asleep.

Today followed much the same pattern, though when dinner time rolls around he gets a fantastic surprise.

“Chocolate fondue?” He peers hopefully at the bed tray in Barclays hands.

“Only the best for you, babe.” The cook sets the burnished wood down on the bedside table, “we lucked out, the berries I bought last week are ripe.”

Joseph reaches for the fork, but Barclay beats him to it.

“You should save your energy. Since you’re, uh, still recovering.”

He shrugs, sets his hands in his lap and opens his mouth for a chocolate dipped raspberry. It doesn’t take long to spy Barclay’s ulterior motive. The cook has a whole wardrobe designed to fit his cryptid form, but it’s having trouble concealing certain things.

“You’re getting off on this.”

“I, uh, I, maybe a little” Barclay blushes under his fur.

Joseph raises an eyebrow, tilts his head at the bulge in Barclay’s pants, “You call that ��little’?”

A rumbly whine, the fork paused halfway to Joseph’s mouth, “I can’t help it. I’ve got a thing for taking care of partners, especially ones who are all competent and put-together the rest of the time, and you look so good when you eat and, ohfuck.”

Joseph inhales sharply as chocolate hits his exposed upper chest. It’s not hot enough to burn, and he moans as the sensation seeps across his skin. Barclays eyes, wide and ravenous, keep flicking between the splatter and his face.

“Looks like you made a mess, big guy.” Joseph begins undoing the remaining buttons on his pajamas, “you should clean it up.”

“Fuck yeah.” Barclay lunges, mouth first, lapping and sucking at the marked skin as Joseph laughs. Their shirts hit the floor together as he digs his nails into auburn fur. Barclay grunts at the pressure, sits up with a grin, and drips a line of chocolate down the right side of Joseph’s ribs.

“Oops. Better fix that too.”

“Cleanliness is importantAH, ahhnn.” He squirms a bit as Barclay nuzzles his stomach before dragging his tongue up his skin. There’ve been times he mourned the fact T didn’t make him as hairy as some other guys, but right now he’s grateful for the clear canvas Barclay can mark however he pleases.

“A mess can be more fun.” The cook licks his lips, sucks a hickey above his belly button, “and by the time I’m done with you, babe, won’t be a single part of you that isn’t one.”

“Then get to it.” He shoves his pants down, lets Barclay pull them the rest of the way off and fold them. He lays back, resting his arms behind his head, and moans as the cook drizzles chocolate on each hip. Joseph feels like a gourmet dessert and, from the growls between his thighs, Barclay intends to treat him like one.

His boyfriend is always enthusiastic when sucking him off, but tonight he throws finesse out the window in favor of burying his face at the crease of each thigh in turn, licking his hips clean while clawing at his calves and sides. He lifts his head, wipes his mouth with a satisfied grin that shows the points of his teeth, and dives down again.

Joseph yelps with pleasure, the hint of fangs hitting all his buttons, lighting him up like downtown on a dark night. It’s intense, the scratch of fur on skin just different enough from the usual beard to remind him of who’s down there, and his legs try to kick closed. Barclay growls again, holding them open with ease.

“Not until I’m done with you, babe.”

He surrenders to flood of feelings from both outside and within him, Barclay’s sheer delight at his body rendering all his doubts and worries toothless and small, quieting them until all he can think about is incredible creature holding and all he can say is some variation on-

“Barclay, please, right there, lordalmighty that’s good, that’s so good big guy, please.” He squeezes his eyes shut, craving the impending orgasm more than he has words for. Barclay sucks determinedly and huffs, pleased, as Joseph's thighs tense in his hold and his climax chases away the remnants of yesterday's aches.

As his brain insists that really, body, opening our eyes isn’t that hard, there’s a metallic zip and strong legs bracketing his thighs.

“Here I thought you couldn’t look any better.” He murmurs as Barclay gleefully strokes his cock, “as soon as my brain works again, I’m coming up with so many ways to use that gorgeous thing.”

“Can’t, fuck, can't wait to hear ‘em, but I only got one for tonight; I’m gonna use it to cum alllll over that fucking perfect body, fuck, Joseph, you look so good when you’re ruined, fuck.” An impressive amount of cum spatters up his stomach, chest, and neck as Barclay howlgrowlpurrs and then sets his hands carefully on the bed.

Joseph’s whole body is sticky with chocolate, sweat, and cum, and Barclay definitely has at least two of those things mussed into his fur.

“You’re right, big guy, a mess can be fucking amazing.”

That being said, being sticky gets old quick, and soon they’re in the tub, Joseph whistling as he shampoos Barclay’s chest. The cryptid hasn’t stopped purring, and every time he looks Joseph’s way the sound deepens.

“When are you next in the city?”

The cook yawns, “Was gonna check on how the new chef de cuisine is getting on at Kepler in about two week.”

“Would you like to stay with me? It’s not fancy, but it’s close to the Ismuth, so you can get to Kepler on foot without trouble, and there are fewer crowds there this time of year. I suspect paparazzi are also less likely to track you down at some random house than at a hotel. That might make up for my lack of, um, high class amenities.”

“Good point. But I gotta be honest babe; as long as you’re there, that’s all I need to be happy.”

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the-insomniac-emporium · 4 years ago

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I love the way you write! Especially your word choice, descriptions and just the overall way you convey emotion! Any writing tips you wanna share? If not, Who's your favorite to write for and why? Thank! -🦉Owl anon

Danke, owl anon! I can try to give some tips, but I'm not sure how useful/coherent they will be.

1: Always think about sentence structure, and try to keep things varied. Sometimes have a short sentence. See, that was an example, and now here we have something longer. Every sentence defines the flow of how it reads; changing how sentences are arranged affects how it feels to read, even changing how a scene feels! For example, action sequences often have more short, simple sentences than other scenes. This can convey tension, or even panic! I also tend to use super long, run-on sentences to show anxiety, because reading it is very reminiscent of having an anxiety attack and feeling like your mind is moving a million miles per hour. Overall, regardless of how a scene feels, sentence variety helps keep the reader from getting bored.

2: Similarly, pay attention to how you start your sentences. A lot of inexperienced writers tend to overuse certain words ("the", character names, pronouns, "you" if they're writing second person). No matter how great the rest of the sentence is, the reader is likely to start getting a little bored, due to the story feeling "repetitive". Trying to reorder the actions in a sentence can help, although some people (more often academic writers than other kinds) don't like it if you use a "passive" voice. That's, like, a real writing term I learned back in school, but I honestly don't remember a good way to describe it.

3: There are "rules" you probably learned in school that do not apply to creative writing. Like "don't start a sentence with the word 'and'". For one, it works in dialogue, seeing as humans don't always follow grammatical rules. Secondly, we've already gone over a bit of how sentence structure can change how a story reads. Let's compare two quick examples:

In the end, you were as replaceable as any other Maiden, and that thought was what made you do a double-take.

In the end, you were as replaceable as any other Maiden. And that, that as what made you do a double-take.

Adding the period makes the reader automatically pause, like taking a breath. In this scenario, it mimics the feeling the main character has, as they realize something serious. Now, even though the period makes us pause, one could argue that the word "and" isn't necessary, and we could have simply started the example sentence with "That". Which is true. However, I would argue that using "and" shows us that it's a continuation of the previous thought. We didn't end the first sentence because we needed to, we ended it because there was a break in our thoughts. In other situations, using "and" at the start of a sentence can add personality to the text. Just like someone doing so during dialogue, the narrator can end up feeling a bit sassy.

EX: They were running for their lives, barely dodging past blasterfire and explosive debris alike, muscles burning from the effort. And they said this wouldn't be fun!

Choosing which "rules" to follow and which to ignore is a very situational based thing. Experiment a little, and don't feel obligated to break rules just because you can.

4: Read a lot. Seriously, read a lot of stuff. Classics, new stuff, fanfiction, basically whatever you can get your hands on. Try examining the text for techniques the author uses. If there are particular scenes that you love, read through those! What makes it so good to you? Does the author convey emotions particularly well? Do they use personal/informal language that makes you feel connected to the text? Does their dialogue have a nice balance of realism and cool hero quips? Etc, etc. This also helps a ton with expanding your vocabulary, especially if you try to read books that go a little outside of your comfort zone.

5: If you're having trouble figuring out how to continue a story, there's a decent change you might want to go back farther than you think. Always save what you've started though! Just go back a few sentences, or even paragraphs, and try writing an alternative version. Maybe switch some dialogue, or change the order of actions someone takes. Sometimes a little change can make the rest come more naturally.

6: Seriously though always save your work, even if you intend to scrap a section. Personally, I keep a section at the end of my documents where I host "abandoned paragraphs". Most of them don't end up getting reused, but sometimes reading them gives me new ideas I can input elsewhere, possibly even in an entirely different story.

7: Accept the fact that different writers use different writing processes. Sometimes you might read some tips or suggestions, and they just won't work for you. That's totally normal! Like, I have severe ADHD, so most of the pre-writing/outlining tips I've tried do not work for me at all. Taking notes/planning things out is always a difficult process, but I've slowly figured out a way to balance writing ideas down with storing things inside my brain (my memory is only good when it comes to things my brain hyper focuses on, which thankfully means most of my stories). Don't be afraid to try new things, but don't feel bad if they don't work out.

Hopefully some of that makes sense and is at least somewhat useful. As for my favorite to write, that's a hard choice, and one that probably varies day by day. Right now though, it's probably Cassandra and her soulmate (so specifically for Bound Blood). They're just feral? And unhinged? But in slightly different ways. Makes for fun writing when I get to unleash all the dickery and rudeness that I'm way too polite IRL to normally let out :D

#j says things

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daemonmatthias · 4 years ago

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Everything has been A Lot lately. Extremely overwhelming. I can feel the stress in both my digestive system and my sleep. I'm constantly juggling 50-billion things at work (obviously), with anywhere from 1-2million of them last minute surprises (of course). And now the same thing is happening in my personal life! Vaccines, family stuff, crafting, car troubles, apartment hunting/moving- all (and more!) just a multitude of vague ideas that I (a teacher with adhd in april) need to keep in my head until things outside of my control coalesce enough for me to nail down specifics. It's fucking ridiculous. So here's a list.

I got my Covid shot Friday 4/2, so I will be fully vaccinated on 4/16.

I was not at all intending to just jump out there and immediately start acting like things are normal, but other factors are forcing my hand. (Don't worry; you can bet your ass that I'll be wearing my mask and social distancing as much as possible until the CDC says otherwise, no matter what anyone else around me is doing.)

We are spending the day together on 4/23 instead of taking our anniversary off because it's on a Wednesday.

This evening I booked a haircut appointment for 4/23 because I desperately NEED a haircut, especially before my cousin's wedding (and there should, in theory, be less people on a Friday than a Saturday.

This also means I need to figure out what the hell I want to do with my hair. I would love to go short but also I like to do exactly 0 maintenance/styling with my hair. I am a brush it and air dry it kinda girl. So if I don't go pixie, then it has to be at least long enough to bun overnight because I get terrible acne if I sleep on my hair. It's annoying. I just want my hair to look nice with no effort on my part. :(

Robert got his vaccine appointment info today! He gets his first shot on Thursday and the second 3 weeks later, so he'll be fully vaccinated the day before I leave for my cousin's wedding.

Speaking of.... I bought my flights and got the days off, so that trip for my cousin's wedding is really happening. I have mixed feelings cuz, again, I had no intention of traveling like that already. But also, I'm excited to see that part of my family.

But ALSO me travelling is always a logistical nightmare so there's that stress. I'm already trying to think about what snacks of my own I need to bring and how/when I can go to the store and the best ways to handle meals, etc.

I am also trying out some new bar shampoos, conditioner, face soap, etc and, while it normally wouldn't be, trying to keep track of trying each/in combo fast enough to reorder the ones I like before my trip is... Difficult.

Another issue is what to wear. I just had to put a large portion of my nice clothes in the donate pile. And my brain will NOT let go of wearing a circle skirt I want to make to the wedding. I even already bought a top to match and stuff. Why is this a problem?

I've never made a circle skirt before. This will be my very first garment I make! And Robert didn't want me to mess it up and lose the fabric I like so much, so he got me to buy another fabric to "test" and now I need to make TWO circle skirts before may 14........... Uh, really before then so I have time to get something else if it doesn't work. Which is a whole 'nother issue.......

Yeah.... Life's a mess rn. A good mess? Mostly? But I am super overwhelmed like all the time, lol.

#personal #brain dump #obviously this is just the biggest stuff and not any school stuff #and also i ran out of time to talk about my car

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luckystarchild · 5 years ago

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SPEAKING OF STORY SIZE! I’ve been curious! If you ignore the fact that it can’t be actually published, where would you break up Lucky Child in the story to make it a series of books, and how many?

So I’ve tried to answer this, like, five times now? And each time I give up because hoooooly guacamole, this is tough.

So a short novel is about 50,000 words. If my fic is around 870,000 words (as of chapter 99), that’s about 17.4 novels? 11.6 novels if we go a bit bigger with 75,000 words a pop, which I probably would since my chapters run long. 100,000 words or so is about the max I would put into a Lucky Child "book."

I would be sure to separate the fic’s chapters based on story arc, probably trying to mirror the storylines of the YYH anime/manga. But I ALSO need to keep an eye on how certain chapters end, because some might not feel like a good conclusion. I do NOT imagine LC would adapt into separate “books” easily since I wasn’t writing with smaller books in mind, which means certain chapter endings probably just don’t work as book endings and would need to be rewritten to fit the new format.

So, for this experiment, we'll keep an eye on word count, separate stuff into arcs, and pay attention to how the chapters end. Let’s see how it shakes out.

Book One: Chapters 1 - 19 (71,000 word, give or take)

This chunk covers all of the beginning of NQK's story and leaves off with Yusuke’s death (and his promise to return via Keiko’s dreams) and Keiko declaring she would play her role in his resurrection perfectly in defiance of the meddlesome Hiruko, which is a pretty solid ending that leads us into the future, I think.

Book Two: Chapters 20 - 32 (84,000 words)

Leaves off with Yusuke’s resurrection and a hint that their trials concerning said resurrection aren’t over. Sort of cuts off in the middle of the Kurama stuff, which heretofore has been a subplot. Might have to do some reordering of the Kurama stuff if I was to make books out of this fic. Also cuts a conversation with Kagome in half, so that frame narrative surrounding Yusuke’s return might need to be retooled. Weird to cut a single conversation between two books...

Book Three: Chapters 33 - 41 (78,800 words)

Covers NQK and her association with Kurama. Ends with NQK using the mirror to save Kurama's mother. The latter half of chapter 41 involves her meeting Hiei, which I think I'd reorder to put at the start of the next volume to make a cohesive narrative.

Book Four: Chapters 42 - 48 (71,800 words)

Covers the entire Hiei portion of the Artifacts of Darkness arc and its associated aftermath; ends with NQK approaching Shizuru about being trained by Kuroko Sanada. Could also leave off with chapter 47, which has a nice "and everything turned out better than expected" ending after NQK is appointed as Hiei's parole officer.

Book Five: Chapters 49 - 57 (91,000 words)

Covers the entire Saint Beast arc and the appearance of Sailor V, ending when Minato appears in his civilian form in Keiko's parent's restaurant.

Book Six: Chapters 58 - 66 (87,300 words)

Covers the introduction to Minato, and then Botan going on the run from Spirit World. Also covers the entire Rescue Yukina arc, ending with NQK's return home and learning the Hiruko is working with Sakyo.

Book Seven: Chapters 67 - 75 (93,600 words)

Covers meeting Amanuma and dissuading him from association with Senui. Meeting Shiori; Kurama meets Hideki-sensei and, accidentally, Minato. Then the New Year's Eve party, ending with NQK's abduction. (This is the part where we realize I will never let go of cliffhangers even when restructuring LC into books...)

Book Eight: Chapters 76 - 82 (86,200 words)

Covers neeting Itsuki and Naru (AKA Sensui). Toguro returns with an invitation. Hiei helps NQK relive her death and see that there are memories hidden in her mind. Amagi reveals that Sensui's plans have been set in motion over in Mushiori City. Yusuke confronts Keiko with his suspicions, but they are interrupted. Keiko rallies the girls to go to the Dark Tournament.

Book Nine: Chapters 83 - 90 (100,600 words)

Covers heading to the island. Meeting Jin, Otoha, Yukina and Suzuka. Getting kidnapped by Sakyo (briefly). Shizuru becomes team alternate.

Book 10: Chapters 91 - 97 (and maybe part of 98?) (75,200+ words)

Lots of character interactions leading up to Keiko's big confrontation with Hiruko, face to face. Would probably include the whole confrontation here and end with her escaping the club.

And that's about all we can fit into "books" at this point. Ended with fewer than the 11 predicted books since a few eclipsed the 75,000 word marker, entirely to preserve something approximating a cohesive narrative arc. I think what I learned from this exercise is that most of my story arcs pretty clearly slot into a book-length section. What this actually means, I'm not so sure. Thank you for the very interesting ask, regardless!

#luckychildfanfic #starcharterfanfic #lucky child #lucky child books

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kevintor · 5 years ago

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I Watch a Movie I Should Have Seen: “Some Kind of Wonderful”

We’re back after a long hiatus! I’ve missed watching 80s and 90s movies I haven’t seen!

The backstory for Some Kind of Wonderful is that John Hughes was unhappy with the ending of Pretty in Pink. He wanted Molly Ringwald to end up with Duckie but the studio wouldn’t let that happen. In response, Hughes made basically the same movie here but with the genders swapped and the ending he wanted.

My thoughts:

Let’s meet today’s characters via musical intro: Mary Stuart Masterson (Watts) likes to drum and wear dog tags! She’s different! Eric Stoltz likes to brood while fixing cars and the thrill of just avoiding an oncoming train! He’s going through teen stuff! And Lea Thompson likes to...make out?

Eric Stoltz pines for Lea Thompson but she has eyes for someone who drives a Corvette. Sorry, Eric Stoltz. You can’t compete with a fine, American sports car.

Eric Stoltz’s dad is pushing him to go to college. Dads are the WORST!

Eric Stoltz’s younger sister is DJ Tanner?? Her character has a lot of opinions. It’s foreshadowing for her time on The View.

Watts drives a car with the steering wheel on the passenger side. How can they possibly make her kookier??

The school bad boy carries all your textbook bad boy stuff on him: cigarettes, alcohol, and, obviously, nude playing cards. He was just missing the fake switchblade that turns into a comb.

Eric Stoltz draws Lea Thompson like one of his French girls from afar.

Hot Guy is cheating on Lea Thompson but he wears a tweed overcoat with the sleeves pushed up so how can she stay mad at him?

Hot Guy confronts Eric Stoltz and tells him to keep his eyes off Hot Guy’s property. And I know I should be focused on calling her “property” but it IS a little creepy how much Eric Stoltz stares at her.

Eric Stoltz pulls the fire alarm to get into detention with Lea Thompson. Detention consists of all the worst people in the school. One guy rips a phone book in half. Another brandishes a knife. And the last one...breaks a pencil? They should have reordered that. Or made the second guy pop open the knife to reveal a comb!

All of his stalking pays off as he’s there just as she dumps Hot Guy and he gets a rebound date!

My next note reads “This is 1987. A girl can be anything she wants to be.” I don’t remember what this is in reference to but I agree with it!

Hot Guy, to bury the hatchet, invites the new couple, Eric Stoltz and Lea Thompson, to a party at his house. Eric Stoltz is skeptical but what has Hot Guy even done to warrant such skepticism except for everything?

Watts attempts to stop being friends with Stoltz. Says she would bet her hands that Marty Mcfly’s mom isn’t into him. And we know how much she needs her hands? She needs them for drumming and driving on the wrong side of the car and…and…did I say drumming already?

Lea Thompson starts being shut out of the popular group at school because of her date with Stoltz. There’s an awkward scene where they completely ignore her and talk like she’s not there. And she was there! I saw her in her glorious dress shirt and oddly large khaki shorts ensemble.

Watts tells Stoltz he needs to practice kissing her to be ready to kiss Lea Thompson. Feelings were felt.

To get extra ready for the date, Stoltz shampoos his face. You can’t have a face that flakes.

Even though he’s convinced that Lea Thompson is in cahoots with Hot Guy to humiliate him, he spends all of his college money preparing an amazing date for her. His dad finds out but ultimately, like any sensible parent, realizes that sometimes you need to blow your future to have a nice evening with a girl who may not actually like you.

Stoltz wears a very 80s suit to pick her up in a fancy old car. Watts is chauffeuring dressed like Kato from The Green Hornet.

The brooch pin tie budget was very large for this movie.

Stoltz takes Lea Thompson to an art museum after hours where he arranged for his painting of her to be hung. Then he gives her the crazy expensive earrings he bought her. She realizes he’s a nice guy and she kisses him leaving one last thing to do: Go to Hot Guy’s party to get beat up!

Stoltz goes to Hot Guy’s party to accept the beating. However, Stoltz’s new detention friends show up to save the day. This movie asks a lot of us.

Stoltz realizes he loves Watts in the end. This was a long and expensive way to realize what was in front of him all along but I guess that’s the cinema. He literally runs to Watts and stops her from crying by kissing her passionately. She needed to stop crying. All she had to wipe her tears were weird fringe gloves and they must have felt terrible. Each time you wipe, some of the fringe is wet from previous wipes. Others are dry. Too many textures sliding across your face. A real nightmare.

Anyway, Some Kind of Wonderful is okay. I thought it should have had the Pretty in Pink ending. Lea Thompson wasn’t so bad. She was a good egg. End up with her. Watts is a tomboy. Tomboys always land on their feet. Or is that tomcats?

#i watch a movie i should have seen #some kind of wonderful #pretty in pink #eric stoltz #lea thompson #mary stuart masterson #80s #80s movie #the 80s #funny #comedy #Movie Reviews

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guylty · 4 years ago

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Disclosure: This post is sponsored by Scissors & Smiles.

Nah, of course it isn’t. *I* am Scissors & Smiles, and I am not paying myself to write this post, haha. But well, I do admit I feel a bit odd about advertising on my own behalf. However, Sue from Imfeelingthis Blog had asked me whether I was planning to upload the latest RA fabric onto Redbubble as she needed a new phone case. So I spent yesterday updating the Redbubble store. The phone cases are actually HERE. I was quite amused by the thought of that pattern in the bath – or on a comforter. How very literal! 😂

Anyway, as you can see I am listening to suggestions from readers. And hence I also spent this morning tinkering with some crafty stuff after Jackie had commented on my Instagram. I had been playing with mini books again and this time experimented with earrings. The first batch were mini books that are simply covered in colourful origami paper. When I posted them on my IG, Jackie pointed out that I might have opened a can of worms – for requests of mini books with actual book covers. I didn’t think it was possible, but I tried it nonetheless. Turns out – it *does* work.

That’s the earrings with the matching mini book, just for the sake of sizing

The earrings are about a quarter of the size of the book pins. Quite fiddly, but it actually worked quite neatly with the Hobbit. I was disappointed, though, with the North & South earrings – I somehow made the cover too big, so I didn’t even attach them to an earring. Back to the drawing board it is.

Too much white because the cover is too wide. Meh

Some of the others – unrelated to RA’s oeuvre – turned out nice, though.

Now I am hoping that my reordered fabric will arrive sometime this week so I can sew a few more masks…

By the way – if anyone has suggestions of book classics that would lend themselves for those brooches, please tell me. I am looking for books that are out of copyright and that are well-loved classics….

OT: cRAfty Update Disclosure: This post is sponsored by Scissors & Smiles. Nah, of course it isn't. *I* am…

#North and South #The Hobbit

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dermankey · 4 years ago

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Lucas & the Vampire

The alarm woke Lucas up at eight forty-five as it did every morning of the week. While he would not need to work until ten, he liked being able to get up and take his time in the mornings. After getting ready for the day, he left his apartment and headed out on the streets. On his way to his job, a comic shop called Maelstrom Comics, he stopped by a small cafe that he liked to get breakfast at. It was not an everyday thing, but something every once in a while when he did not want cereal or oatmeal for breakfast.

It was a nice August day after it had rained for some time, so Lucas decided to eat his breakfast outside. Unfortunately, it seemed like everyone else had the same idea, as almost every table was filled. While disgruntled at first, he quickly found one open seat left, which was at a table where a lady in a sunhat was drinking and reading.

“Excuse me,” Lucas said as he approached the table. “Is this seat taken?”

The lady looked up at him, and it was now that he noticed her skin was very pale. “Sure. I’ll be leaving soon anyway.”

“Cool,” Lucas nodded and took the seat. As he ate his breakfast sandwich, he took a couple of glances at his impromptu table mate. She was wearing a pair of black shorts with an equally dark shirt, save for a stark white logo that read Aperture Science. Her brown hair flowed long behind her chair, and with her yellow sun hat it made her skin seem paler, almost grey in color. “Uh, excuse me, if you don’t mind me asking,” Lucas began to get her attention, “but are you new around here? I mean, the people who come here are only those who really live around this area, and I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

A small smile came to the lady’s face as she set down her book. “My, my. Someone is a bit nosy this morning, are they not? I did not know this place happened to be for locals only.” Now that she spoke more, Lucas noticed that she had a slight British accent.

“Oh! Uh, that’s not what I meant!” Lucas replied with a defensive gesture. “I was just wondering—you just seemed new here, not trying to pry or anything—.”

He slowly came to a stop in response to the woman’s laughter. “No, no, it’s alright. I was just messing with you. You’re fine.”

Lucas let out a sigh of relief.

“In case you’re still wondering, yes, I am new here,” she continued. “Came down here to spend time with my family. Calume is a very nice city from what I have seen so far.”

“Yeah, we got some pretty neat stuff around here,” Lucas said, feeling a bit more relaxed. “My name’s Lucas, by the way. Lucas Miller.”

“Rose Bailey,” Rose replied. “Pleasure to meet you. Now, seeing that you are a local here, do you have any places you would recommend to a visitor?”

“Probably nowhere that isn’t on a tourist’s guide,” Lucas said, “but there is a local comic shop a couple blocks down from here that I work at, if you’re interested.”

“Thank you, but I am more into just regular old chapter books,” Rose replied, gesturing with the book she had.

“That’s cool. I too enjoy the occasional fantasy story,” he said with a grin. “Which one you got there anyways?”

“Dracula,” she responded, holding up the plain gray book with the title printed in a deep red. “Great story, but terrible representation of vampires. They are not all bad, you know.”

“Guess it would take one to know one,” Lucas gave a small chuckle as he took a sip of his coffee.

Rose shared a chuckle with him. “Indeed it would. We are not all as bad as the old Count is here.”

Lucas nearly spat out his drink. “Wait, you’re serious?”

“What gave it away?” She asked with a toothy grin, which quite clearly revealed her fangs. “You are not afraid of me now, are you?”

A slight blush came to Lucas’s face, and he was silent for a moment. “Oh...no, no! I think it’s pretty cool, actually! I mean, I kinda knew people like you existed because of this one blog I follow but—.” He stopped himself and looked at Rose with a confused face. “Wait, isn’t it dangerous for vampires to come out in the day? Don’t you, like, burn to death in the sun?”

“What do you think the sunhat is for?” She said as she readjusted it, then laughed. “No, that’s just some old myth someone started centuries ago. Our eyes are just made for the dark of night, so it is harder for us to see in the day.”

“So, I guess it’s pretty late for you right now, huh?” Lucas asked as he finished his bagel sandwich.

“Yes, now that you bring it up, I should probably get going,” she replied with a yawn, and then checked her wristwatch. “It’s—oh, bother! It’s fifteen til,” she sighed as she drank the last of her coffee, tucked her book in her purse and put on a pair of tinted sunglasses. “Violet always locks the house up by ten, whether I am accounted for or not.”

“Yeah, I need to get going, too; got my shift starting soon,” Lucas laughed casually as he stood up at the same time Rose did. “It was, uh, nice to meet you, Rose.” He stuck out his hand.

“Pleasure was all mine,” she smiled back at him, shaking his hand softly before heading out of the cafe’s patio.

Lucas stood there for a moment, hearing Rose’s footsteps getting softer behind him. Before he let them get any further away, he turned and quickly caught up to the vampire. “Rose, wait!”

“Hm?” Rose turned to look at him with a surprised expression.

Lucas stood silent for a moment, his face flushed slightly as he scratched the back of his head. “Um, I was wondering that, perhaps we could get together later tonight to continue this conversation? Maybe with some food? Do...do vampires still eat normal food?”

“Well...it depends, really,” Rose said. “I really got to be going now, so we can talk about this more tonight. Does nine o’clock sound good to you?”

After a moment of processing, Lucas replied with a smile. “Sure! We could go to this one local place down on 5th Street that’s pretty nice.”

“Sounds lovely,” Rose returned the smile to him. “You can pick me up at the residential square on Marsh Street. Large purple house on the corner, hard to miss.”

“Got it,” Lucas nodded as the two began to walk off. “See you then!”

As soon as Lucas turned the corner, he pressed up against the side of a building as his face burned up with red. This is really happening to me, he thought to himself, not being able to stop the goofy grin that grew across his face. He quickly reordered himself and proudly walked on down to Maelstrom, the smile still bright on his face.

Not bad for a first day, Rose thought with a fanged grin as she called for a taxi.

#Lucas #Rose #Lucas and the Vampire #vampires #vampire #oc #ocs #Part One

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derrickfenbury4-blog · 6 years ago

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godaime-obito · 7 years ago

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Kagatobi Modern Ageswap Ch 4

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

there will be a sort of fifth chapter, but im planning for some nsfw in it, so consider it a bonus chapter

Tobirama has reorganized his books, notes, papers and various writing utensils four times now. Kagami is coming over in less than ten minutes to help him study for his bar exam, and in preparation he had to move his entire set up out of his bedroom to the more appropriate location that is the living room. It would not do to take his guest straight to his bedroom his first time over. That can come later, not that he’s been considering such things. He reorders his highlighters one last time before going to the kitchen to start making tea. It’s important to be properly hospitable for guests who are actually invited.

The tea is still seeping when Tobirama hears a knock. Isn’t nice when people knock instead of just picking the lock, even though Kagami probably could if he wanted. Wait. Is intelligent-people-who-know-how-to-lock-pick a type? Do he and Hashirama share a type? God, he doesn’t want to think about that. Putting that horrifying tangent from his mind he walks briskly to answer the door.

Tobirama pulls open the door, and steps to the side to let Kagami slip past him. “Hello. Would you like tea?” he asks.

“That would be nice,” Kagami answers, slipping past to sit his satchel near the work space Tobirama set up. He must have come straight from his office at the university if he still has that satchel. It’s where he keeps the papers he’s grading and such.

“I hope this isn’t too inconvenient for you,” he calls from the kitchen, “I’m sure you’re busy at the university right now.” Tobirama gathers the tea onto a tray and quickly heads back out. It’s best not to waste any time, especially if he’s holding him up.

“I wouldn’t have agreed to it if it was. I’m not too busy for a friend,” Kagami chuckles back.

“Of course,” Tobirama agrees. He’s mostly placated, but he is still a little concerned Kagami is just too nice to turn down helping him. Tobirama reassures himself that he’s been a professor for a long time, and can manage his time well enough to know when he can afford an evening away from his office. He puts the tray down on the coffee table feeling more confident, and sits down where he arranged his things. Kagami slides closer to him on the couch as he reaches for his tea, and their thighs press lightly together. Which is only a minor distraction really, so he doesn’t pull away. Neither does Kagami.

The additional insight does prove helpful during the study session, both from tips gained from experience or just the aid of an outside perspective, and Tobirama is glad he took him up on his offer to study together. Maybe he’ll give Hashirama a key after all, since his visit had some positive impact. Not that he’ll admit that even if he gives him a key. It wouldn’t do to encourage him.

“Thank you Kagami,” he says, and stands up from his spot on the couch. “You were very helpful.”

His friend smiles up at him, and stands as well, gathering up his satchel. “No problem! Feeling ready to go take that exam right now?” he teases.

“Perhaps not right now,” Tobirama replies, smiling slightly. “I am rather confident I’ll be ready when the exam time actually arrives,” he assures.

The end of the time the agreed to meet is over, and he’s sure Kagami has other things to do, but he is, perhaps, not eager to see him leave. The two of them move towards the door together. In front of it he stops, and lingers.

“I believe my family will be meeting the weekend after the exam. To celebrate. You should come,” Tobirama states. He meant for that to be more of a question.

“I mean, do you want to come?” That’s better.

“Of course! Just tell me the time and place and I’m sure I can make it,” Kagami answers, giggling at Tobirama’s slightly subpar communication skills. He would be more upset at being laughed at if it weren’t such a nice laugh.

“I’ll text you as soon as it’s decided,” he says, and finally stops his stalling to open the door.

Kagami slips passed him. He brushes against his arm as he goes, before stopping and turning to face him in the doorway.

“I hate to go already, when it feels like I just got here, but I’ll see you soon. I hope,” Kagami says softly.

“I hope so too,” Tobirama replies equally soft. Pulling together his nerve, he firmly corrects himself, “I know we’ll see each other soon.”

Then, quickly as to not run out of nerve, he presses their lips together. It’s firm, but chaste. He can feel the tips of his ears go red as they pull apart. Kagami smiles at him, broader than any of his earlier smiles, as they look at each other, and it makes Tobirama smile too.

“Just to be certain,” he says, “we are dating now right?”

Kagami snorts at him. “Yes.”

He leaves then, heading down the hall. Before Kagami turns the corner out of sight, he looks back at him and winks. Tobirama’s blush renews, but he’s too happy to have confirmed the study date as an actual date to mind.

It will take about six weeks to find out if he actually passed the bar exam, but only two days later the celebration his family planned has already arrived. Perhaps they think having his first try over with is worth celebrating even if they don’t know if he’ll have to try again. Perhaps they’re just that confident in him. Most likely it’s mix of the two. They’ve made reservations at a restaurant for seven. It will be himself, his brothers, Mito, Touka, and Kagami, which considering how involved Hashirama was in the planning is a tiny number. He should probably thank Mito and Touka for keeping him from inviting their estranged parents, or Izuna, or Madara. He cannot stand him, no matter how many ‘bonding sessions’ they’re tricked into.

“Tobirama!” He knows that voice. Why are Hashirama’s only settings yelling, and dramatic whispering? Tobirama knows he must speak normally to Mito at least. Does he do this just to irritate him? He’s having second thoughts about giving him the key.

“Hello Hashirama,” he sighs out. He is then promptly manhandled into the restaurant where he and Mito listen to his brother yell as the others arrive. He’s not sure what exactly he’s talking about, but he has been counting every time he says ‘Madara’ which is up to eight already. Perhaps he should start kicking Hashirama whenever he mentions him more than 5 times in an hour.

Kagami shows up last, and slides into the open seat at his left. Hashirama is sitting at Tobirama’s right, and reaches right across his personal space to shake his hand and gives his usual overenthusiastic greeting.

“Hello Professor,” Mito says. She’s smirking. Tobirama is about to need a distraction, isn’t he?

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she continues, “I’ve heard you are the cooooolest professor.”

Kagami grins at him, wiggling his eyebrows. “Is that so?” he coos.

“This is Mito,” Tobirama says, ignoring his question. “My wonderful, kind, sister-in-law.” No sarcasm there, no ma’am. “That’s my cousin Touka, my brother Itama, and my brother Kawarama,” he continues, nodding to each of them.

“It’s nice to meet all of you,” Kagami says, switching back to a more serious expression. Although not that serious, it is Kagami after all.

The dinner goes surprisingly well, and he seems to get along with Tobirama’s family, even if their main bonding activity seems to be try-to-make-Tobirama-blush. How does Kagami remember so many things he did as an undergrad, surely, he wasn’t that memorable? At least Mito doesn’t bring up that one thing that happened his junior year as an undergrad. If Kagami found out Tobirama would be too embarrassed to look him in the eye for a decade at least.

He’s been waiting to tell anyone that he and Kagami are dating until today, so that he could say it to them all at once, in person. However, he’s been putting it off all night. Hashirama is going to cry on him, but it must be done eventually. Tobirama waits until the bill has come and they’ve decided who’s paying for how much, before finally deciding it cannot be put off any longer.

He clears his throat, to catch everyone’s attention. “Kagami and I are dating,” he announces as soon as it’s the table is quiet. There. Nice and to the point.

Hashirama appears to be momentarily stunned.

“I had sex with Izuna at Hashirama’s 25th birthday party,” Touka says.

“What?” Hashirama says faintly.

“I assumed we were announcing things everybody in the family already knows,” she says in her best faux innocent voice.

“I didn’t know either of those things,” he responds. Loudly. His faintness has already swung around to dramatic tears. “My birthday party!” he cries.

“Forget about the party darling. That was years ago,” Mito cuts in, “What about Tobi’s boyfriend?” Tobirama is not sure if he appreciates her getting him back on track.

Hashirama’s head snaps towards him so fast he’s surprised it didn’t break. “Brother,” he shouts. He throws himself sideways at Tobirama, crushing him in a hug. “Your heart’s unfrozen,” he sobs.

“It was never frozen to begin with.”

“You’ve discovered love,” Hashirama continues without pause, ignoring Tobirama’s attempt to interrupt. “I’m so happy for you!”

“Be happy for me without getting me wet, and crushing my ribs!” Tobirama responds. “Stop crying all over me and let go,” he hisses quietly, “You are making a scene in public.”

“Sorry,” Hashirama says, sniffling as he switches into dramatic whispering mode. Kagami is giggling, and Tobirama really wishes he could be angry at that laugh.

“We shouldn’t all linger,” Tobirama says. The bill had been successfully paid during the commotion, thank you Itama. “We’ve got to go,” he adds, heading towards the exit with Kagami. He may be running away. At this point he must admit ‘running from social situations’ is his main character flaw. He will definately hear about this from Itama and Kawarama later, in a traditional younger sibling fashion, and he’ll have to mail Hashirama the key. Oh well.

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lsacrew · 4 years ago

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6/24/21 Thursday

Some really busy sales days and some totally dead days for my week.. It balances out but it sure is a long day when there aren’t customers/ people who do come in are just popping and an out. Weekend energy will be fun startinggggg NOW! :)

I’ve been cleaning to stay sane. But yea, very happy with the shop being nice and dust free- I opened a new anti-bacterial tube its under the sink... I’ve been watering the plants.... they do need more during the summer so lets keep an eye out for any extra dry pots i may have missed.... Also a “fun” busy project is to spritz and wipe down leaves with water and a clean cloth.

I rearranged the jewelry so that the YITM is closer to the register, and it does indeed feel better. Nice call. Restock of our favorite new vendors - emilie shapiro and Merewif are coming any day... I already added the inventory of Emilie Shapiro because tracking says it arrives soon, so it will be ready to merch right away but of course make sure everything arrived.

I let Matthew know about the toilet leak again, it is very random and i don’t know if its a big enough problem to even have a solution, but yeah..he will have a plumber come . kinda gross from time to time. It’s dry right now...

Other reorders coming: please barcode on the bottom and add to inventory before merch.

-Lucin Candles

- big order of Incense from Dharmi

- a few straggler books from various vendors.... some were sold out and may not be coming but please make a note of anything that arrives here if it doesn’t have an invoice.

Have a very lovely Fridayyyyy looking forward to working with you this weekend its been a minute!!

Cheers,

Kath

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orbemnews · 4 years ago

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The Mogul in Search of a Kinder, Gentler Capitalism A self-made multimillionaire who married into a revered European banking dynasty, Lynn Forester de Rothschild now spends her time calling for higher taxes on the wealthy, stricter regulation of big business and a wholesale reordering of the capitalist system that has delivered her such privilege. It is an unlikely reformation for a woman who came from modest origins, made a fortune in the 1980s and could have spent her later years enjoying a sumptuous life of aristocracy. Born to a middle-class family in the New Jersey suburbs, Ms. Rothschild began her career at the white shoe law firm Simpson, Thacher and Bartlett, then started working with John Kluge, a telecommunications mogul, in the 1980s. Ms. Rothschild eventually struck out on her own, working for, running and founding a series of successful media companies. In 2000, she married Sir Evelyn de Rothschild, a British financier. (Henry Kissinger introduced them at the Bilderberg conference; the Clintons invited them to honeymoon at the White House.) Despite her pedigree, Ms. Rothschild has in recent years come to understand that while she and her associates have enjoyed the fruits of capitalism, not all have fared so well. Many workers are struggling to get by. The environment is in serious trouble. Government often cleans up the private sector’s messes. Sociable and well-connected, Ms. Rothschild has tapped her expansive network to launch a multipronged assault on the status quo. In 2014, she founded the Coalition for Inclusive Capitalism, an effort to get business leaders more engaged in environmental and social issues. And she has parlayed that into a related group, the Council for Inclusive Capitalism, that is working with Pope Francis, and a new fund focused on socially responsible investing she founded with Jeff Ubben, a successful hedge fund manager. This interview was condensed and edited for clarity. Back when you were starting out in your career, were you concerned about some of the negative impacts of capitalism in the same way you are today? It was really different. I don’t think we realized how bad it was. Graduating from law school in 1980, I believed I was living the American dream. I was a skinny girl from nowhere who knew no one, who had aspirations for an interesting life that would make a difference. And I believed that was available to me if I worked hard and played by the rules. The mantra at that time, that was not said disparagingly, was “Greed is good.” There was an Ayn Rand view that if you pursue your interests, all of society is lifted. So I really did believe that all I needed to do was to pursue my career in a legal, ethical, exciting way, and I didn’t have to worry about society. When did it click for you that something wasn’t working? We didn’t anticipate the kind of disparity that developed over those 20 years when we started in 1980. And I don’t think people practicing shareholder primacy were evil. There was just too much greed. But by 2008 it was impossible to ignore. The concentration of wealth in America at that time already was back to levels we had during the Gilded Age. In the 1960s the ratio of C.E.O. pay to average worker pay was 25 to one. Today it is 320 to one. That has very conveniently created enormous personal wealth, which became the objective, as opposed to: What wealth have you left behind in society? How have you made the world better for your children, for your community? “Greed is good” was never a concept for Adam Smith. What do you see as the most problematic symptoms of our economic system today? Inequality of opportunity. We have to be honest that in each of our two recent crises — the great financial crisis and the Covid crisis — the government came to the aid of the wealthiest. Some have called it “socialism for the rich and capitalism for everyone else.” There’s something to that. The elites turn to government when the financial system is blown up or we have a health crisis. Government got us out of both of those problems, and it got us out with too much of the benefit going to the richest. So how do we equalize that? I personally am fine with higher taxes, if higher taxes lead to better distribution of opportunity, particularly for people of color and people in the lower part of the socioeconomic environment. I also believe that it is time that we listen more to our employees. It’s time that we create a more level playing field with respect to worker voice and worker involvement. This is hard stuff, because it can impact profit. A year ago you said Covid was going to change capitalism forever. In what way did you think it was going to change capitalism, and how do you think that all has actually played out? I’m probably always guilty of being overly optimistic. I believed that our moral compass would tell us that we need to take better care of the people who take care of us. But we saw starkly how we treated the people we called essential, how we were exposing them to this deadly disease. I personally find it difficult to understand why that is so hard for us as a society, and that’s why I founded the Council for Inclusive Capitalism. I had the disease. I was really sick. I thought I was going to die. I had a really bad case and I’m scared to death of it. What were the origins of the Council for Inclusive Capitalism? In June of 2015, Laudato Si was written by Pope Francis. By September, the Sustainable Development Goals were agreed to by the United Nations. By December, the Paris climate accord had been signed. You had every reason to believe that there was a sense of the common good. And if you go back and read Laudato Si, Pope Francis writes: “The lessons of the global financial crisis have not been assimilated, and we are learning all too slowly the lessons of environmental deterioration.” He goes on to say that “by itself the market cannot guarantee integral human development and social inclusion.” What are some of the reforms you’d like to see? The Business Roundtable can put out as many press releases as it wants about stakeholder capitalism, but we still have companies losing billions of dollars, laying off tens of thousands of workers and still rewarding their C.E.O.s with tens of millions of dollars. Something is really broken. I do believe that C.E.O.s and boards are willing to share the wealth and do more. But the Chamber of Commerce and the Business Roundtable are going to go for tax policy and trade policy as their primary objective. I remember a person who was very senior in a previous administration told me that in his four years in office, only one C.E.O. asked to go and see him about an issue of the common good. Everyone was coming in to push what they needed for their own book. We need to profitably solve the problems of people and planet. That’s why business exists. Who’s to say that there shouldn’t be a government policy that prices the negative externalities that companies cost the taxpayer when full-time workers have to be on public assistance to lead a decent life? Why can’t there be a tax and a penalty on that? Why is Jeff Bezos the richest man in the world? He’s a nice guy, and at the same time he has tens of thousands of employees on public assistance. Why is that OK? Why do we have a government that lets that happen? Which do you think is more broken, American politics or capitalism? I think their problems feed upon each other. They’re creating a death spiral together and it’s got to be stopped. Politics and capitalism needs to return to a basic sense of decency. And that is actually why I reached out to the Holy Father, because I think that a lot of what it will take to change behavior is a moral and ethical reawakening. It’s not just one policy, it’s not just taxes, it’s not just reforming labor laws — all of which are important, and we need competent ethical people to do it. But at the core of it, it has to come from common decency. God did not invent the corporation. Society allows a corporation to exist, gives shareholders limited liability, and expects something in return. But we don’t just expect cheap widgets. How do you reconcile your critique of shareholder capitalism with the fact that you’re now working with a hedge fund manager? If there is going to be a system change, the capital markets need to reward shareholders. That is only going to happen if there are really talented investors who find the new levers of value creation, and are engaging actively with companies that are transforming at scale to become cleaner and more inclusive, and those companies become the ones that are the most valuable. Then we’ve created a race to the top. That’s why I’m in partnership with Jeff, who’s such a legend in shareholder value creation and transforming companies. I have 1,000 percent confidence in the integrity of Jeff, even though he’s been on the opposite side for many years. I trust many billionaires. Source link Orbem News #Capitalism #Gentler #Kinder #Mogul #Search

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whereisvanderwood · 7 years ago

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Him Amongst Us

Yona of the Dawn | Akatsuki no Yona

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--And then his eyes met hers for that one life-changing second. That one second that only a handful of people get to experience in a lifetime.

"I'm (Y/N). It's nice to meet you, Yun."

Her fingers were delicate with her hands showing scars of many trials she had faced before. She was beautiful, too; the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes upon. What did she do to deserve the life she was living? Nothing, as far as he knew. The Happy Hungry Bunch couldn't save everyone they met in their travels, but saving this one girl was what Yun felt he had to do.

He wanted to protect her-- shield her from the horror of the world called the human race. Everyone is a terrible person deep down inside, but he wanted to prove that wrong to (Y/N) and let her see the good in people like him.

"Priest Ik-Su? I’d love to meet him.”

"We're heading that way now, actually. Hopefully he hasn't managed to die in the time I've been gone. That clumsy priest doesn't know how to take care of himself."

"Let alone walk by himself," the Thunder Beast added.

"Come to think of it, none of you have met him yet, have you?" the Princess realised as she turned around to face her fellow dragon friends. "He's the one who told me to look for all of you in the first place!”

"Well I suppose meeting him is a must, then. I just have thank the one who lead such beautiful women right into my arms." Jeaha flicked his hair as he smiled innocently.

"Coming here is a good chance to restock on supplies too, since where we need to go follows this path anyway. So we might be here for a couple of days. Sorry for the detour, Yona.”

The path began to clear and that same little hut came into view. Hak, Yun and the Princess all felt the nostalgia from having last been to this place forever ago; the very place where their journey had begun. After recovering from the heart-stopping sight of the clumsy Priest collapsed on the floor with blood trickling down his limbs, everyone settled in nicely.

“I need to make a trip to a nearby trading hotspot before the day is over, otherwise I’ll miss the merchants,” Yun told (Y/N) once he found her exploring the area. “You should come with me.”

“Yeah, I’ll come!”

“Zeno will come too!” the Yellow Dragon volunteered when he overheard the conversation.

“No, you stay here, Zeno. Who knows what’ll happen to Ik-Su if no-one is watching him. I think you should just keep an eye on him for me.”

“Oh… sure!”

The blunt response had taken both parties by surprise. Zeno and (Y/N) shared a quick glance as the bouncy dragon trotted away. Yun was already walking away, hurrying (Y/N) along. She quickly caught up to him.

“What kinds of things do you need to get?”

“Just some basic things like clothing, food, and some medicine if I’m lucky. Now that our group has gotten bigger, we go through all of our supplies much faster.”

“You do so much for everyone, Yun. I don’t know how you can keep up with everything.”

The boy blushed. Though she hadn’t been part of the group for long, her words meant everything to him. It was the oxygen he breathed into his lungs, the jubilation that pumped in his veins, the orchestra of the angels at heaven’s gate-- he could never grow tired of such a person’s company.

“H-Here we are,” Yun cleared his throat.

(Y/N) eyed a large group of people standing in the middle of a clearing. Many of them carried large backpacks or had a horse and cart with them, whilst others emptied the contents of their coin purses with each purchase. The turnout was better than what Yun was expecting. He had not realised he was going to stumble upon a trade of only the best items.

There was a beautiful dress Yun had been eyeing for the past few minutes. It was made with chiffon, perhaps a little small to be (Y/N)’s perfect size, but he could work around it. He purchased it when the thought was concreted.

“Oh, Y-Yun, you didn’t have to do that!” (Y/N) was flattered with the idea of Yun gifting her something so valuable with the scarce money they had. “That money could go towards much more important things.”

“You’re important too, you know.” There was no further debate. Yun’s eyes skipped over the rest of the clothing and put the rest of his money toward a small amount of food and a large amount of medicine.

(Y/N) began questioning what was going through the boy’s mind as they finally started making their way back to Ik-Su’s residence. ��You didn’t end up buying any clothes for the others. Is that alright?”

“They’ll live. They’re already wearing clothes.”

“But… so am I.”

“I just wanted to buy you something so you feel part of the group. And, like I said before, you really deserve it.”

“Well… thank you. It does mean a lot to me.” She smiled kindly, but when his head faced forwards again, she let her face fall. Something about this made her feel uneasy. The dress was a lovely gesture, but she had to admit to herself that it wasn’t really her style, and the fit would be tight. In the end, she put her uneasiness on the backburner and walked side-by-side with Yun for the rest of the way.

Elsewhere, Hak had taken it upon himself to update the priest on their journey while everyone else was preoccupied, although he believed Yona would be much better at this.

“And how is Yun?” asked Ik-Su. “I hope he’s been nice to his new friends made along the way.”

“Yeah, the kid is definitely different from the first time we met you guys. He doesn’t fight with us, but he’s been helpful in other ways.”

“I’m glad… It’s better he doesn’t.”

“How do you mean?”

Ik-Su sighed. “He’s young. He’s seen and felt many things, even before you and the Princess stumbled upon us.” The priest stood up and looked directly into the Thunder Beast’s eyes through his blonde locks of hair. “I’ve only seen it once, and I want it to be the last. Under any circumstances, do not let him fight.”

Hak folded his arms. “I’d say ‘you’re joking’, but you don’t look like the type to do that kind of thing.”

“I only tell the truth. More blood could be spilled than need be, especially when he has someone to protect.”

When they had returned, (Y/N) volunteered to assist Yun with the restocking and reordering of Ik-Su’s shelves. It was the least she could do, seeing how generous Yun had been toward her.

“Miss, (Y/N)~! Welcome back!” Zeno barged into the hut and pounced onto (Y/N) with a great big hug as she sat on the floor.

“Z-Zeno! We were only gone for a short while,” she giggled. “But it’s good to see you.” She held eye-contact with his beautiful sparkly eyes, and the dragon warrior found himself blushing. Yun saw this.

“D-Did you buy anything good?”

(Y/N) hesitated a little. “Oh, not a lot. Just some essentials. They were really high quality which was a bonus.”

Zeno spotted the dress in a corner of the room. “Is that for the Miss?” He asked as he delicately picked it up at sight of its clear value. “Did the boy buy it for you?”

Yun glared. He didn’t like Zeno touching what didn’t belong to him.

“Y-Yes he did. That’s why I’m helping Yun. It’s the least I can do to repay him.”

“Zeno can help!” He was about to lift some books out of (Y/N)’s to put on the shelf for her, when suddenly Yun slapped his hand away from her.

Zeno saw it in his eyes. He’d seen it many others’ before; eyes that looked ready to snuff out the life of anyone who got in his way. Startled, he instinctively took a step back before steeling himself again. Something wasn’t right.

“What’s the matter, mister?” The yellow dragon narrowed his eyes. “You look like something is bothering you.”

“You don’t know about this kind of stuff. Restocking is a difficult process, you know. Why don’t you go exploring and see if you find a souvenir?” Yun’s tone was low and sounded threatening. Both (Y/N) and Zeno shuddered at the sudden rise of the cold tension in the room.

“Umm, Yun, I-I think it’s okay if he helps-”

“That’s alright, Miss (Y/N).” The dragon shot a smile in her direction that was somewhat reassuring. “He’s right! I should find something to take along with us~”

Yun didn’t stop glaring until Zeno turned his back on them and started walking out the door. Seeing through the window that Yun had looked away for a moment, he eyed (Y/N), saying something like “Be careful” before disappearing completely.

“Sorry you saw that, (Y/N).”

She jumped at Yun’s voice and was surprised how it had returned to his normal tone so quickly. “Sorry? For what?”

“I might have overreacted a little. But… I like our time together, and it’s nice to have some time away from those beasts.”

“I can understand that. We all need our space sometimes.”

Yun smiled at her and both of their hearts thumped in time. With their cheeks a pretty pink, they returned to their own jobs.

Zeno, on the other hand, went to search for another one of his friends, seeing how he wasn’t allowed anywhere near (Y/N) as long as Yun was around. Hak was returning from the waterfall out of this corner of his eye, and he skipped his way over to him.

“Mister Thunder Beast~ can Zeno ask you something?”

“What’s up?”

“...Do you think the kid is acting a little weird around Miss (Y/N) lately?”

“Yun?” Hak instantly thought back to his conversation with priest Ik-Su only moments earlier. “In what way?”

“I’m not sure. He looks like he wants her to be really close to him, and is treating her to nice things and giving her lots of attention.”

“That definitely doesn’t sound like him.”

“Zeno just wants to make sure (Y/N) feels okay around him.”

“I’ll tell the others. Let’s keep an eye on him.”

The couple of days scheduled to be spent with Ik-Su flew by very quickly, and the gang was already packed to get back on track with the journey. Through the embarrassment, Yun and Ik-Su shared another parting embrace as the group made their leave through the trees.

But not until they were to deal with the masses of bandits that had surrounded the entire vicinity without their knowledge.

“You’re not getting away from us this time,” one of them sneered.

“We can never get a break from you people, can we?”

“Allow me to do the honours,” Kija smirked as his dragon hand was enlarged to its monstrous potential.

“Princess, Yun and (Y/N), all of you go hide with Ik-Su,” Hak ordered straight away. “Zeno, take them with you.”

Yun grabbed (Y/N)’s hand faster than Zeno was able to, and the four of them took shelter with Ik-Su in the hut. The fight quickly commenced and bandits were already falling to the ground lifeless. (Y/N) awed at their strength, and was lulled by Yun’s warm touch with his arm protectively around her shoulders.

In the far, far out distance, a hidden archer lay under the cover of the trees. The fighters cursed themselves when they were unable to stop the man from releasing the arrow, and could only shout a cry of warning to the ones in the house.

“Yun, look out!” (Y/N) grabbed onto him and made them both crouch as low as possible. Yun’s eyes widened as a small yelp escaped her lips. He looked to her face, and noticed a thin line of blood dripping from her cheek. Thankfully the arrow had not struck her.

But it still hurt her.

“Are you alright?” (Y/N) asked when she saw his face. She gingerly touched the paper cut-like slash with her fingertips when his eyes would look at nothing else but the blood on her cheek.

“You’re hurt…” Yun’s pupils looked like they were constricting and his hands were already balled into fists.

“Yun, I’m fine! It doesn’t even hurt that much-”

“How dare they…”

(Y/N) looked at Ik-Su nervously as Yun’s abnormal behavior was showing again.

“Yun, she said she’s alright,” Ik-Su tried to reassure. “No one’s in danger. There’s no need for you to-”

“I’LL KILL THEM!”

Yun grabbed the nearby knife used for his earlier food preparation and sprint out into the battlefield. He aimed for the unfortunate soul standing closest to him, dodged his attacks effortlessly, and pierced his chest. He did it again another three times before moving onto the next one.

“Yun, what the hell are you doing!?” the fighters on the field yelled at him.

But Yun couldn’t hear anything anymore. Only the blood pumping in his ears and his ragged breath escaping his lips. Another man down. And another, and another.

He zig-zagged his way through the thick of the trees, looking for the archer that was already retreating for his life.

“Where are you going?”

He jumped on him from behind, sitting on his back, and stabbed him. Then again, and again, and again.

“You’ll never hurt my (Y/N) again!”

The man screamed and writhed in pure terror as Yun rotated the man to be looking straight into his eyes, adding several more blows to the chest. Six to be exact.

Kija, Jeaha, Shinah and Hak couldn’t do anything. They themselves were paralysed in fear, witnessing such hell be brought upon one man by the hands of someone so young. Even the rest of the bandits were stiff and ceased their attacking.

(Y/N) suppressed the urge to vomit as Yona shielded her eyes from the splattering gore, Zeno standing in front of both of them with even his back turned on the scene.

Once the man had no life left within him, Yun turned around to the remaining men who had somehow avoided the boy’s wrath.

“I won’t let any of you touch my (Y/N)!!”

He sprang to his feet and chased down the men who fled with their tails between their legs. Having a young boy running after you with a knife in hand, blood splattered across his face not phazing him in any way, was surely a terrifying sight to behold.

His friends all remained in place in complete shock, unable to comprehend what they had all just witnessed.

“Oh god…”

“What the hell was that…?”

Kija and (Y/N) were on their feet about to run after him, but Ik-Su stopped them both. “You all need to stay away. I can’t promise your lives otherwise. Especially you, (Y/N). You cannot go after him.”

“But… he needs our help.”

“...He’ll return after a few days.”

“Days!? What will he do!?”

“He’ll only kill.”

None said anything as they processed Ik-Su’s words.

“Can we… really have someone like that amongst us?” Kija muttered the painful thought.

“It’s best we don’t,” Hak growled. “He’s a threat to all of us. Let’s go.”

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Can someone plz do something with kokichi, rantoro, Kaito, or kiibo where gender neutral S/O has a bad day? Mines been absolute crap ;-; sorry for any spelling mistakes I'm on my phone......

I will make whoever hurt you pay with the power of my writing. I hope this improves your day even a little, anon! You honestly seem like the sweetest and I do hope that the future days for you improve, as you don’t deserve to have a bad day. Now, onto the imagine!

-Mod Maki

Kokichi Ouma

You come home and he clings to you, just the normal.

Then, you don’t react and eventually, you tell him to get off.

“Awww, c’mon, where’s your sense of fun?”

You tell him to stop being so annoying and you storm off to your room.

He goes over to the door but then decides not to go in.

In this kinda mood, there’s a chance you’d dump him.

He didn’t want that.

He decided that he’d wait it out.

Then, he couldn’t do it any longer.

It looked dark in there and you were silent.

He edged his way into the room.

Then he took it a step further and edged into the bed.

And wrapped his arm around you.

And he slipped in a little bit of… nuzzling his head into the back of your neck.

You sigh, “I’m sorry… I had an awful day.”

He tightens his grip, “What’s their name? I only wanna talk.”

You feel the atmosphere change and you pause.

“I-It’s nothing.”

You leave it at that for now but the rest of the day is spent sleeping in each other’s arms.

Rantarou Amami

He decides to take you out for once, on a date to the mall.

As soon as you get there, it starts to rain.

He knows that you don’t like rain, so he tries his best to protect you from it.

By the time you’re inside, he’s absolutely drenched and so are you.

His methods weren’t very effective.

Then, you two decided to get some lunch,

You insisted on paying and he let you, though not without a fight.

It was a hard battle but it did end.

Then, you ended up being a dollar short.

Rantarou insisted that he reorder but you say no, it’s alright.

Then, he pays.

You feel awful.

You’re now soaked and feeling AWFUL.

He decides to take you out for ice cream to cheer you up.

You get your favourite flavour and so does he.

He orders a mint pistachio ice cream, then you both sit on a bench in the ice cream parlour.

Then… however cliche it sounds, you drop your ice cream.

He immediately wants to give you his ice cream, but you’ve already run off the bathroom.

Three horrible events in a row was unusual and you didn’t understand it.

Why did Rantarou have to witness you messing up so much?!

You cried in a stall for a little while until you composed yourself.

You went out of the bathroom, but your eyes were red.

Apparently, Rantarou hadn’t tried to check on you and had tried to give you some space which you really appreciated.

When you came out, he hugged you and told you things have been bad, but they’ll get better.

He’ll make sure of that.

You two go home and watch a movie, where nothing can possibly go wrong… until a blackout.

But you two just fall asleep, so no matter.

Kaito Momota

You’ve just walked up to him with the saddest look on your face.

He’s confused?

What-

Why are you making that puffy face are you even okay-

You drag him into the kitchen and-

Oh dear.

OH DEAR.

He sees what you were trying to do and things did not turn out well for you.

This is just another event to add to that book of yours called… ‘S/O has a really bad day’.

You had gotten two hours of sleep last night.

You fell out of the bed in the morning.

You’ve been bored all day and none of your friends would call you.

When you tried to play a game on a console, it had conked out and died.

You tried to watch a movie but you couldn’t find the one you wanted…

Now, this.

You had tried to heat up Mac and Cheese and it had near exploded.

You had accidentally set 10 minutes instead of 1 minute.

There was Mac and Cheese everywhere.

He’s so confused how is there so much-

He didn’t even know a packet had that much what-

He cleans it ALL up and then runs you a nice hot bath.

Maybe that’ll help you relax… and you can clean off the aroma of Mac and Cheese while you’re at it.

Kiibo

You had not gotten out of bed all day??

He was a little concerned.

Whenever he tried to wake you up, you would just groan and turn away.

Perhaps you needed time.

But he was… lonely.

He wanted you up and he did not want to get into bed with you as that would make you uncomfortable.

Eventually, you got up.

You looked extremely groggy.

“S/O?! Oh, thank goodness, I thought you were sick-”

You immediately shut him up.

“You’re too loud. Stop it.”

He’s hurt.

A lot.

Then you see that and apologise.

“I was up on my phone until 4am last night… Sorry, I’m really dead today.”

Wha-

You’re not dead?

You are alive, breathing and your organs are functioning?

The symptoms of being dead are well, not any of those things?!

Are you a zombie?!

It’s nearly Halloween after all, the celebration of spooky things and monsters…

Does he have a zombie S/O?

You can basically tell he’s taking things way out of proportion and you clarify, you say dead and you mean, just tired.

He’s relieved, but at least he got you to laugh.

You two spend the day watching movies, though how tired you are… makes it hard to do things properly, so your day isn’t that great…

But still, you have a very nice robo boyfriend.

He’s good too.

#mod maki #ndrv3 imagine #kokichi ouma #rantarou amami #kaito momota #kiibo

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