#i got em from a local shop where am i

[tinukis]

saboala... sanami... sabosan..... noala (koami?)

takes nami and ships her w almost every woman ever

takes sanji and ship him w almost every men ever

sanami are one of the queerest characters without even trying i stg (sanji 'straight' but is the fruitiest man alive)

[februarybluues]

You spin my head around (like a record)

summary: hobie never believed in throwing his money away to useless big corporations. but, when you started working at his favorite record shop, he decided to make a small exception. warnings: slight flirting, terrible british a/n: i love this idea so so much and have many ideas for it so if you want a part 2 let me know!!!

If there was one thing hobie hated most, it was capitalism. Having to spend money on things you didn’t need but were marketed in a way that made you feel like you needed them, pissed him off to no end. Especially when it came to big corporations. He didn’t see the purpose of having to feed these ‘money-hungry pigs’, which would only end up causing harm to everything and everyone that got in their way. The only exception was small businesses. He never gave his money away on anything unless he desperately needed it, but that wasn’t often. Until it came to you.

There was a particular record shop in the middle of the city that he occasionally visited. Mainly because it was the only one near him that actually had his favorite artists. – which were rarely sold due to how ‘underground’ they were. Don’t get me wrong, he liked his fair share of mainstream, popular artists, he just also liked his fair share of small garage punk bands. The kind of small bands you’d find playing at your local pub. But, the point is: that specific record shop was the only one he actually liked. But, that didn’t change his hatred for capitalism. Which meant he wasn’t shy to ‘borrow’ a few cd’s, or vinyls from that shop. Actually, he hadn’t once paid for anything, and he’d never once been caught. That’s just how things were. He’d never planned to feed into society’s corrupt ideations. Never. He would continue to visit that record shop whenever he pleased, but never once considered buying anything. That is, until a new employee started working there.

They were perfect. The living embodiment of utter perfection. Every time Hobie entered the shop he was greeted by a sweet smile from behind the till. Everything that person did drove Hobie crazy. - in the best way imaginable. That person was you. You’d only recently gotten the job, around a few weeks ago. It was simple enough, but it definitely was not your dream job. You only got it because you needed the money, even though the pay was barely enough to get you going for the week, it was something! Despite never once having a proper conversation, Hobie knew he liked you. From your genuine, unrelenting kindness, to your style. He was fond of everything you did. And before he knew it, his occasional visits turned to him visiting whenever he could. Not because he wanted to actually buy anything, but because he wanted to see you. Any chance he got, he would rush straight over to you. It got to a point where he had memorised when you were working and when you weren’t. And now, here he was.

“Are you actually gonna pay this time?” you asked him, familiar with his habit of pocketing cd’s and vinyls and then leaving. You never did anything about it for many reasons. One of which was because you did not get paid enough to deal with it. And also, because he was insanely attractive. He laughed. Not like an actual laugh. But, a small exhale, similar to scoffing. “Maybe I am,” he said, handing you the vinyl. You smiled at him and scanned the record, noticing the familiar album cover. “Oh sex pistols!” you exclaimed, mentally taking note of how his music taste was almost as beautiful as he was. “You’ve got good taste.” you said, before putting the record in a bag. You didn’t notice how he lit up at the sudden compliment; freaking out on the inside, but playing it off well. “You listen to ‘em?” he asked, his heavy accent now very prominent. Your smile never once faltered as you looked back at him. “I love them!” you said. You began to hum the tune to one of their songs, doing a dramatic little dance, which earned a small laugh from him. “You know… It’s surprising that you’re actually buying something for once.” you commented, jokingly but also genuinely. He tilted his head to the side in response. “Oh yeah? How so?”  he leaned against the till, hands in his pockets as he talked with you. “Well, I see you here all the time. - Almost every time I'm working, actually. And - I guess I kinda got used to you wandering around and then leaving. It’s kind of weird how this is the first time I’ve heard your voice.” you laughed, and his lips quirked up in a small, almost unnoticeable smile. “What’s wrong with havin’ a look around?” his voice was low, and he spoke innocently. Despite the both of you knowing he was anything but innocent. “We both know you’ve been having a bit more than a look around.” you said, in reference to the many times you’d seen him ‘borrowing’ a few cd’s. He laughed this time. In truth, he cherished this moment. As it had been the first time he’d heard your voice. You were sweet, funny, and apparently had good music taste. All three of those traits were almost impossible to be found in the people Hobie had met. There was just something about you that was so different from everything else. So unique and-

“That’ll be 24.99” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts. 24.99? He repeated in his head, confused. He could’ve sworn that the price tag said 30? Had you given him a discount? For literally the first time ever, he handed the money to you and paid. He regretted a lot of things, but getting to talk to you was not one of them. You handed him the bag and smiled at him once more. Hobie then realised this would probably be the only time he’d ever interact with you again. In a panic, he spoke up again. “D’ya wanna spend time together after this? We could maybe listen t’the record? See if it was worth th’money?” While the usual confidence in his voice remained, there were hints of hesitation laced under his words. “I’d love to!” you exclaimed, blatantly happy. He smiled, now exposing his teeth. “Lovely.”

“I almost forgot–here’s my number!” you pulled out a pen from your pocket and wrote your phone number on the paper bag that you put his vinyl in; trying to make it as neat and legible as possible. Once you were happy with it, you handed it back to him. “I get off work at 6. Call me then and we can organise something, yeah?” you offered, to which he nodded. “It’s a date.” he said, and winked before turning around and exiting the shop; the jingling of the door suddenly sounded way happier than it usually did. Maybe your new job wasn’t so bad after all.

hey pookie just wanted to let u know my requests are opennn and you wanna request something sooooo badly so why don't you just go over there and send one in thanks love u hope you liked that little fic

[hiramaris]

Kiss It Off Me

CHAPTER 2

Chapter Summary:

And what does Haley do when things don't go her way? She sabotages. So it wasn't a surprise when Haley's mouth opened and the next words that came out were ones she never intended to say. It was a defense mechanism, a way to push people away before they could hurt her. "If it weren't for those horrendous clothes, you might actually be pretty," she blurted out, regretting it as soon as the words left her lips.

Pairings: Haley x Fem!farmer

Disclaimer:  I do not own Stardew Valley or any of the related characters. Stardew Valley is created by and owned by ConcernedApe. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Stardew Valley story belong to ConcernedApe.

Warning: None so far? Just Haley being her usual self

Notes:

Okay, so originally in my AO3 this is meant to be a Haley x OC and I have already created a solid description for my character. However, I thought it would be much better if I changed it to a reader-insert instead tho I'll probably keep some physical descriptions that I had already inserted, so sorry about that. Also, if some of y'all have already read this in my AO3, expect some minor changes.

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Spring 1

Haley rises with the grace of a blooming sunflower that she is. It's finally Spring!

No longer will she suffer from the icy chill that makes her toes feel like they're about to fall off, none of that ridiculously nasty snow that forces her to use that Yoba awful boots she had hidden at the deepest part of her wardrobe, and just as equally terrible gloves that hinder her from using her camera let alone her phone when she finally got that once in a blue moon occurrence of perfect lighting outside.

And most importantly; no more dry, frizzy hair.

AND.

She could finally continue her tan!

Oh, the endless possibilities that await her in this new season. So much to explore and experience. Haley is positively bursting with excitement, eager to dive into all the joys, and wonders what something new Spring has planned for her.

****

When Haley expected something new, She didn't mean new 'new' like a new person but new as in something exciting like a freshly arrived parcel from the shop she ordered online, or perhaps a new conditioner that makes her hair bounce and makes it shinier that Yoba could mistake it as the sun. 

Her expectations were already at rock bottom with Pelican Town being the dullest place on earth.

But why oh why did she even bother to expect?

"The new farmer's coming today, just so you know," Emily casually mentions as she washed their dishes that morning.

Haley scrunched up her face. She had already forgotten about it. Why bring it up again?

"Oh, goody. Another reason to avoid the Townsquare today."

Emily turned to her with her typical condescending look she learned to hate. "Hay, you don't have to become BFFs with her right off the bat. Just say hello and try not to be your usual mean self. You'll thank me later."

"And I don't have to introduce myself within the day, Em." Haley crossed her arms, standing her ground. "This is no classroom where you need to acquaint the new kid on her first day." 

"I know." She sighed as if she was having a conversation of repetition with a toddler and she's running out of patience. "Just be nice to her, yeah?"

Haley didn't answer. With camera tucked carefully between her hands, she left the kitchen without a word. Emily never fails to make her feel like a child being taken care of by her. Like she's in dire need of a babysitter and without her guidance, Haley would be nothing.

It's infuriating really. 

No. 

She wouldn't let this ruin her day.

Today was going to be a good day. Emily's incessant nagging couldn't change that. Besides, she probably wouldn't even meet the new farmer. It was already past 10, and the girl was most likely already mingling with the locals or resting in that old cottage of hers.

She can still take pictures back in Marnie's ranch. then she can hang out with Alex in his place. Go back home exactly during Emily's shift on the Saloon and then she'll have the whole house to herself while she can finally cook something edible without Emily breathing down her neck.

Yes, that would be ideal. Today is a good day.

****

Wrong.

Just as Haley stepped foot outside 2 Willow Lane, she was greeted by a tall, unfamiliar woman strolling by her house at an infuriatingly slow pace.

You held a whole map of what she assumed was the town's which was big enough to hide your whole face, and as well as hinder your vision to notice Haley on the side, much to her relief.

Are you the new girl?

All that she can tell is that you have the darkest hair she has ever seen in her whole life. It was shiny, and ridiculously long, too which kinda compliments its wavy nature. 

Also, why the hell are you in a dress shirt and a tie?

Haley may be a bit far behind the books but she's sure as hell that isn't the right attire for someone who'll work on a farm.

If Haley didn't know Lewis is the mayor, she'd probably think you're the new mayor with your totally immaculate wardrobe— a dress shirt and a tie, perfectly flattened slacks, and a pair of leather shoes that probably look expensive.

Shit. Are you really the farmer? Or just a visitor?

Oh, no. Are you turning around? Oh, Yoba, she is!

Haley scrambled to her feet. Not sure if she should bolt inside the house, run to the Townsquare, or what. 

With her probably last brain cell that saves her from the utter embarrassment of being caught checking out the new farmer (absolutely not, the disgrace), her own body moves on its own. She grabbed her camera and positioned herself like she was taking a photo of the least appealing subject she had ever captured in her life— Emily's cactus.

Please not now, Yoba. Not now.

She found herself praying to the deities she no longer talked to when she felt your eyes burning into her back. She had probably taken a load of mediocre photos of Emily's plant when she finally felt the farmer leaves.  

She breathed a sigh of relief when she turned around and found the street empty apart from her. Only then did she notice how fast her heart was beating against her chest.

Thank Yoba for saving me from that mortifying introduction.

Why is she even nervous anyway? She didn't even see me. Even so, that was so embarrassing.

Wait, no.

Embarrassed, not nervous.

Only embarrassed, nothing else.

The word nervous and Haley doesn't fit. In fact, it should never ever be used in a single sentence. Haley doesn't get nervous, ever.

She was just caught off guard, that's all. 

Next time, she'd prepare an introduction so fantastic that you would be left with the impression that Haley is too good for you— kind and never mean, but still way out of your league.

Just you wait, stranger. She thought determinedly, trying to ignore the voice at the back of her head that sounded suspiciously like Emily, asking her if she was really sure it was going to be a good day.

Haley doesn't really know.

****

"Did you meet Y/n?" was Emily's first words when she arrived home from her shift.

Haley remained sprawled on the couch, flipping through the pages of her fashion magazine for this season. The struggle was real, trying to choose between the blue skirt or the pink shorts.

"Who?" she asked, her eyes still glued to the glossy pages.

"The farmer, Hay." She can feel Emily rolling her eyes at her.

"Oh," Haley feigns interest, barely lifting her gaze. "That not-so-tall, dark-haired farmer with a fashion taste of an old woman ready to retire from her corporate job?"

Emily gasped, and Haley turned to look just in time to see her scandalized look. To be fair, you don't look that bad. You also tower over Haley for a couple of inches and your fashion sense isn't the worst that she has seen in her life. Haley wouldn't be caught alive admitting that aloud though, especially not in front of Emily.

Lies are an easier language to learn after all.

"Don't tell me you just insulted her on her first day?"

"Of course not." Haley protested, magazine long forgotten. "I saw her but I didn't even talk to her nor she even tried. The doofus was so busy with her stupid map to even see me."

Looking back at the scene made her feel embarrassed, relieved, and offended at the same time.

Like how could you not notice a true beauty in front of you? Her face alone was enough to catch the attention of all the people in the area. She's not crowned flower queen for nothing yet you just walked passed her like she's just an average woman!

How dare she?

But on the side, it would have been embarrassing otherwise for Haley to be caught alive staring at the newcomer with wonder in her eyes.

Would anyone really blame her though? It was perfectly natural to size up the competition in terms of beauty.

Right?

Right?

And it's not like she noticed how broad your shoulder was or how your lean physique perfectly suited your chosen profession. Not at all, pft.

"Still, you could have said hello," Emily tries to reason with her, oblivious to the internal conflict turning on the gears of Haley's brain. 

"Why should I? I'm not the new girl, aren't I?" She shrugged indifferently, turning back to her mag once again. "And what kind of lame name is Y/n, anyway?"

"Haley." There's that tone again.

"What?" she snapped.

"Don't even start. Y/n is actually nice." Emily chided softly, her eyes boring into Haley's like a disappointed mother. "You said it yourself, this isn't high school anymore. Being mean doesn't get you anywhere."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Haley bristled at the insinuation, standing up to face Emily with a fierce expression. "Are you saying I'm directionless just because you have a job, and I don't?"

"I'm saying that being kind is always the right choice," Emily's calmness only fueled the anger she felt. "And trust me, it doesn't cost you anything to be nice to someone. But being mean can cost you more than you think."

Haley remained tight-lipped, not wanting to argue with her sister anymore. Emily seemed to mistake her silence for compliance.

"I'm just trying to look out for you, okay? Sorry if I came on too strong," Emily consoled her, giving her a pat on the head. "I'm off to bed now, gotta wake up early tomorrow. Goodnight, sis."

As Emily headed off to bed, Haley was left to ponder the events of the day—

No fantastic photos in Marnie's ranch because the nasty smell of animal waste was enough to drive her back to her entry steps, and the risk of running across the new farmer is greater there so, no.

As for Alex, forget it, she didn't have the stomach to endure his stench after playing with his ball all day. Her only option was to head back home.

Emily left early which is a good thing but when Haley went to the kitchen to finally practice her baking skills, she only found out that they had no more eggs. She could have run to Pierre's to get some but she isn't really keen on doing the shopping herself. That's Emily's forte, not hers.

And now, she's been lectured by her sister like she's some rebelled teen.

What a good way to start the year, huh?

Yeah, today is not a good day. 

****

Spring 2

Haley was out with her camera in Cindersap Forest just by the river. Unlike yesterday, it seems Marnie was just as bothered by the smell of her animals and decided to deep clean her ranch or whatever. So, the air was fresh and crisp, allowing Haley to breathe deeply without cringing.

The weather was ideal for taking photos— partly cloudy with a gentle breeze that carried delicate flecks of pollen through the air.

Despite her aversion to dirt and anything that possibly has germs in it, Haley loved taking pictures of nature. Behind the camera lens, she felt a profound connection to the world around her. She was in her element, lost in her own world, and nothing else mattered. Once she found the perfect subject, she was determined to capture it, no matter how dirty or injured she might become.

At this time of the year, the river looked especially magnificent in the soft light, and the falling pollen added a magical touch to the already enchanting scenery.

Just as Haley was about to snap the perfect shot, she heard a little squeak that was impossible to ignore. She turned her head to locate the source and was delighted to discover a...

Squirrel!

The little creature was the cutest thing she had ever seen, second only to the bunnies she had spotted at Marnie's ranch last year.

Haley raised her camera, ready to capture the moment forever. As if sensing her intent, the little guy let out another adorable squeak before darting off toward the deeper part of the forest where the weird old guy with the tower lived. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was worth it to follow the squirrel, but her impulsive nature won out in the end.

With ragged breath and hair slightly disheveled, Haley finally caught up to the squirrel. And then, as if time had stopped, she stumbled upon a sight that took her breath away.

There you are, the farmer— Y/n, she reminded herself, with your back hunched over as you fed the little guy a handful of wild walnuts that you had foraged from the forest.

No longer did you look like the poised and polished woman in your dress shirt, tie, and slicked-back hair. Instead, you wore a well-worn jumper over a faded farmer's shirt, with your hair loosely tied up in a haphazard ponytail. 

You looked... different.

It was as if you belonged in this community far more than Haley ever could.

Maybe it's the clothes, or maybe it's the way the little squirrel was so comfortable in your presence.

Before she knew it, Haley's body moved on its own, and she instinctively raised her camera to capture the moment. It was a picture-perfect moment that spoke to her soul, one that was raw, genuine, and brimming with vulnerability.

For years she hadn't seen something as picturesque and just raw and so vulnerable as this.

Suddenly, you whirled on your spot with wide eyes.

Wide, so gray, very surprised gray eyes, and your just as dark eyebrows rose so high it disappeared behind a thin curtain of bangs. The little squirrel darted behind a bush in fright, startled by the sudden flash of Haley's camera.

It felt like ages before Haley's fried brain decided that maybe it was time to finally move and stop making a fool out of herself for the second time around. You are just as frozen, your hands still holding three walnuts suspended in midair.

"Uhm," you started, voice soft and hesitant. Finally standing from your place, Haley could just stare at how tall you are in this proximity. You let out a small smile. "You're the girl with the camera yesterday, right?"

Haley could only nod. The words dying on her tongue. Her brain is still short-circuiting in all ways possible. 

"Oh..." Haley breathes out, her heart racing as she takes in the sight before her. "You're that new farmer girl or whatever, aren't you?"

Just how the hell did the gray get so green though? She wonders as your eyes bore into her with piqued curiosity. Was it the lighting and the green scenery that did it?

Good Yoba.

Is it possible for someone to be blessed with a nose this fine, so shapely up close? And don't even get her started on how a farmer could have such luscious, shiny hair when Haley has to spend hours just to get that shine and bounce that she likes.

What kind of mouth is that even? It's so small yet so plump. It doesn't look chapped though. You don't seem to be a lip gloss type, so you must be using chapstick regularly. That's good.

And wait, were you talking?

"Huh?" she mutters to herself, catching herself from zoning out once again. "Oh... I'm Haley." She manages to respond in what little she had caught up from your ramblings. 

She only understands the word grandpa, Zuzu City, Y/n, and new. 

You smiled and that's all that it took for the accumulating embarrassment to flush on Haley. It was too bright, too happy, too much and Haley couldn't handle all that.

For the first time, she's at loss for words, flustered, and was that her being nervous? 

In a desperate attempt to regain control, Haley shook her head vigorously, hoping to shake off the ridiculous embarrassment that was consuming her.

And what does Haley do when things don't go her way?

She sabotages.

So, it wasn't a surprise when Haley's mouth opened and the next words that came out were ones she never intended to say. It was a defense mechanism, a way to push people away before they could hurt her.

"If it weren't for those horrendous clothes, you might actually be pretty," she blurted out, regretting it as soon as the words left her lips.

Your smile evaporated in a split second and Haley almost missed it immediately.

Almost.

"Excuse me?" You looked offended, and Haley could easily admit that she didn't like your eyes when they were darkened like this. 

"Actually, never mind." She replied, steady and fast. Hoping the farmer didn't really hear her stupid comment. 

Just what the hell is wrong with me anyway?

You pursed your lips and went silent for a second or two as you turned and rummaged on your rucksack which Haley hadn't noticed before. "Here," you held out a freshly picked daffodil, and Haley almost swooned. Almost.

Her lips parted in a soft gasp. "For me?"

"Hmm. It kinda looks like you." 

Haley's lips curved into a small smile. "Thank you."

You hummed in acknowledgment, but you didn't return the smile. Had Haley gone too far with that comment earlier?

Haley rarely feels guilty. She always tells herself that she doesn't have anything to apologize for. Her parents didn't, so why should she?

But right now, that dreadful feeling came resurfacing. It's suffocating. 

The silence is suffocating.

"It's my grandpa's." After what seemed like forever, you turned to her with a small, almost nostalgic smile. You must have noticed Haley's questioning look. "These clothes are his," you clarified. "I moved here with nothing but myself after I decided spontaneously that I can't live a life as I had in Zuzu's." You gave out a low chuckle.

Oh.

That's why you looked like that yesterday. It makes sense now. The guilt now creeps on her like a palpable living force. Emily's words came echoing at the back of her mind.

Being mean can cost you more than you think.

The apology is at the tip of her tongue yet a small part of her, the mean one, kept telling her it was just a harmless comment and that she meant nothing of it. How could she know it was your grandpa's? Or that you suffered back in your old city and you're finding a fresh start here?

Because you didn't even give her a chance to know her before you judged her. This Emily conscience of hers is really starting to scare her. But she's right, she did judge you immediately. 

"I—"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be so grim." There's that smile again. "Uhm, sorry to cut this short but" you stared at your watch. "I still have to tidy the farm up; you know it's not exactly the cleanest place right now. I just took a break to feed the little guy. I'll catch you later, Haley."

Haley didn't even have the chance to say goodbye.

Or even apologize.

She sighed as she watched you retreat back to your farm.

****

"How do you say sorry?" Haley asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. She never saw Emily abandon her sewing machine that fast. In record time, she sat beside Haley who chews her bottom lip, clearly troubled. She barely even touched her fruit salad and that's something.

"What did you do?" was her only question yet Haley found herself telling her sister everything. 

Yep, today isn't a good day, too.

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A/n: had to delete the other one due to some minor changes again.

[multipleheartbreakhotels]

I Sing You Joke

The Joking Starts When I Listen To The Music

February 25th 2006

Laughter. It's such a powerful thing especially when you make people laugh more particularly when you make your favourite band laugh. The first time I listened to them, was in 2004 on the radio covering some songs, I fell in love with them in an instant, the bass, the electric guitars, the drums, and the voice, especially the voice. Later in 2005, I heard them again, but this time with their songs. When I searched my local record shop, I had to dig very deeply since they were local artists. Once I found their single titled “I Bet You Look Good on the Dance Floor” I bought them immediately with a CD player. The moment I reached home, I listened to it non-stop, but there were unfortunately only 3 songs, until 2006. The beginning of the year with a new album by my favourite band is an excellent start the year, and to my delight, it was much longer than the other album of course, they also shared the same song which was one of my favourites at that moment, I brought the record home and listened to it religiously to the point where my roommate got sick quite literally when she got a fever I had to take care of her, so instead of listening to "Dancing Shoes" or "A Certain Romance" we listened to something my mother used to put when I and my brothers were sick, Mozart. I could only go to college while she was sick, I could not go to work or the pub, the millisecond she got well, I, well, we went to the pub. This was a very special night because not only was it for being back but also it was my 3-year anniversary for working in that pub, the time of my show starts at 11:05 it was 10:45 so shite luckily my roommate was also coming to my show, but she is equally late because we are both getting ready late

"MARYA WHERE IS MY BLUE DRESS?" Emilia yelled from her room

"IT'S IN MY ROOM ON THE BED" I yelled

back preparing my bag and ready to go, she came to my room

"Ok, but why is it here?" Emilia asked me

"Em?" I asked glaring at her, 

"Sorry," She replied,

she got dressed and we both ran to the pub, Lucky for us it was near and it was easy to run there for me since I was wearing Converse but Emilia was wearing high heels to feel fancy, how could you feel fancy in a local pub? I thought. I opened the door to the bar

"What the hell Marya it's already 11:10" the bartender Victor yelled

but before he could say another word I got to the stage removed my jacket and threw it not caring where

"Hello ladies and gentlemen apologies for my lateness, my best friend's lazy arse was weighing me down," I said into the microphone.

Laughs were coming from people who sounded like music to me, and after their laughs, they started to clap as a greeting for me

"Thank you Thank you" I said to the audience 

"So what shall I tell you today? Mhm Oh, tonight is a very special night, today is my anniversary and no it's not my romantic anniversary unless you think me being yelled at every time I come here late is romantic or sexual " I said

"Ooo Marya your so late it's already time to finish" I mimicked Victor and people started to laugh harder,

"Oi your such dirty-minded people ai......but anyways tonight is when I started to work in this bar the day I started to remove your innocents" I joked.

"It marks 3 years, imagine I was working here for one year, and I was still shocked that Victor has not killed me yet I am pretty sure the reason he is always behind that bar is that he is preparing to murder me, planning the day, and sharpening his knife, so if today is the last you will see of me let my last words be 'Thank you for letting all my friends plan a murder on me and not succeeding, and letting some random french bartender kill me instead' I see women are laughing more, I guess after seeing this you will know what tea to final spill to your ex-college-best friend-roommate" I said

taking the microphone from its holster and continuing speaking for 20 more minutes until I noticed a group of people standing next to the bar, there was a boy my age his back towards me with a leather jacket I wanted to get a better look at him when he finally turned to me, I stopped talking only for a second but it felt like hours, 10 minutes after I was done speaking

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, and all the undecided I hope you pissed your pants and you will see me tomorrow night, I basically live her bye bye” I announced

and left the stage, took my thrown coat and bag, and placed them on a stool next to the bar. As Emilia was flirting with any living male soul, I sat at the bar talking to Victor, more precisely, the wall and drinking a bloody Mary,; it was my favourite drink.

"Excuse me, Sir?" One of the boys that I saw earlier from the stage,

"Could I get a-?" He said

not sure what drink to order, his friend that was sitting on the bar stool, the same boy with the leather jacket whispered something to his friend's ear

"A bloody mary, please? For the lady" He finally finished his sentence.

"I should be getting you drinks instead," I said with a smile,

"I get free drinks here so what would you like?" I added,

"How about their most expensive pint?" He asked with a heavy Northerner accent.

"Victor, the most expensive beer you have for this gentleman, please," I asked,

"You have 18 pounds, Marya?" He said,

"No, but I work here, so I give you customers, and you give me free alcohol" I marked.

"I give you money, not alcohol,"

"I give you customers, which means that come with free alcohol and money" I added.

"Fine, you work tomorrow also no holiday" He debated,

"Deal" I smiled,

and he placed the beer to the guy.

"Matt," He said

as he held out his hand,

"Marya, you don't need to know that though I already said my name on stage and it's on the board" I joked,

"And these your fellow shadows?" I asked,

the reason I called them shadows was because they were behind him and I could hardly see them from the light and choice of clothing.

"That's Jamie" He pointed to the blond guy dancing,

"I'm Nick," The brunette with green eyes said.

"Matt, I found a couple of lads come on" He said excitedly

"Will you excuse me?" He said as he finished his entire pint,

"You are excused," I said

and did a fancy bow, they laughed slightly and left, and then the guy next to me, who I assume was also Matt's friend showed me his hand in a gesture to shake it,

"Im Alex," He said in a hoarse or puberty voice with an equally heavy Northerner accent as the rest of his friends.

I shook his hand "Marya" I smiled,

his voice reminded me of something or more precisely someone, I could not put my finger on it though. We talked for hours about our favourite musicians bands, and books it was my favourite subject, and even baking. The night ended with them taking me back to my apartment, while Emilia went out with some lad from the pub.

"You don't have to it's unnecessary" I assured them after they asked if they could take me home,

they didn't exactly ask though they just said they would take me home,

"We are already walking out, and besides you live near us, it's okay" Alex reassured me with a smile,

it was a drunk smile, Matt was also happy to take me home slightly more drunk than Alex, while Jamie and Nick were flat-out drunk, we were all basically knackered.

"Wait, didn't you come to the bar with someone?" Matt asked slurring his words,

"She went with some random bloke, and they are gonna shag," I said,

"How are you sure they are gonna shag, detective?" Nick asked with a funny questioning look on his face,

"Well, her telling me Im gonna shag him tonight in a drunk whisper gave it away" I giggled.

When we reached my building

“I think that’s meh building,” I said slurring my words,

"Yup, it is" I added,

"Wait, wait, wait" Alex said quickly,

"Could you gimmie your number?" He asked while he was searching his phone in his pockets,

"Why not, if I can remember" I giggled,

while the rest laughed, he handed me his phone, and I gave his phone back after I typed my number.

"What does Bella, mean in Italian?" He asked,

"I am too drunk to know, but Bonita I am a pretty drunk bitch, well Bonita is only the pretty part" I giggled,

and he typed something in his phone.

"Well, we shall see each other in the next drunk street," I said in a fancy voice

"We shall" Alex answered in a tone equal to mine,

and he and his mates left. I got up to my apartment as best as possible trying to not let my neighbours think I was an alcoholic it was already bad that they called me a stripper just because I worked in a pub and I was a dance teacher, the moment I opened my apartment door and went to my room I fell asleep, knowing and not knowing how bad and good tomorrow will be.

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[legacyshenanigans]

I've been fairly busy since I woke up today, but now that i'm settled I've got another one of my lucid dreams which I had today. To (mildly) entertain you all with 🤣

Just incase anyone doesn't know what Lucid dreaming means, it means KNOWING you're dreaming which happens to me pretty regularly. Weirdly sometimes I can control the whole dream, but sometimes I can't, like this one, things have to play out as they are, but I'm just fully aware it's a dream and can control myself but not my surroundings. Also, usually, to wake myself up from these dreams, I tend to just tell a person in my dream that I know I'm dreaming, some crazy, creepy shit will happen, then I wake up. Anyway, onto the dream haha.

So, I was at an airport with my partners parents and his sister, and weirdly, my partner wasn't there. We sat at an airport bar, and his sister hands me a 5-pound note and says, "Can you go and buy me a can of sweetcorn?" I said yeah and took the money and wandered off. The airport was massive and there was plenty of shops, but I thought to myself "Where the fuck am I gonna get a can of sweetcorn? Do you they even sell cans of sweetcorn in airports?" So I was going in every shop, just looking around.

Then I came to an area that had a bunch of massage chairs in it, and saw my Nanna on one of them, and I thought "Oh cool, my Nannas in this dream" so I wandered over to her and said Hi, she asked me what I was doing there? And I told her "I can only assume I'm going on holiday with me being in an airport" then I asked her if she was going on holiday too, and she said "airport? We're at my house"

I turned around to look and I was indeed suddenly at my Nannas house, I turned back towards her and she was just sat at her dining room table, I then asked her if she had a can sweetcorn 🤣 and she looked at me like I was a weirdo, then I thought to myself "Oh wait a minute, this is a new dream segment, I don't need to worry about the fuckin sweetcorn anymore." But I felt in my pocket that I still had the money my fellas sister had given me, so I pulled it out and looked at it, and it turned from a 5 pound note to hundreds of pounds worth of notes. And my Nanna said, "That's a lot of money," and I was like "Yeah" and shoved it back into my pocket, and she said, "Give it to me?" So I was like,"Nah, this is mine, " and my Nanna casually whacked out a knife and threatened me, saying, "Give. Me. The money." So I was like "the fuck?" And ran out of her house and was in the local town, I saw a Morrisons (UK supermarket) and ran over to it and went inside.

There was NOBODY in there, it was just me, and I remember thinking "Where are all the people? Why is nobody in here?" Then I turned down an aisle, and saw my Nanna again at the other end, with the knife, and she yet again said "Give me that money!" And she started running towards me fast as fuck and I was like "Nanna what the fuck are you doing?!" So I started running away from her as she chased me around the supermarket, but everytime I looked back at her she was changing into something else. In the end I looked back and she'd turned into this REALLY tall, bald man, who kinda looked like Withers from BG3 🤣.

I kept running, but my feet were getting tired and I was out of breath, then I thought "I don't even need this fuckin money, I'm in a fuckin dream" so I turned around to this freaky bald man and I was like "Take it!!" And threw the money at him, but he just laughed and carried on chasing me. So I started running again, but got fuckin sick of it and thought to myself "I'm gonna have to put an end to this dream" so I turned and I did the thing that I knew usually woke up form these dreams, and I said to the dude "I know I'm dreaming right now, this ain't real" and he froze on the spot and didn't move again, but I didn't wake up! So I was like "For fuck sake." So I headed towards the exit to leave the supermarket and the doors were gone, then I was like "Great, I'm stuck in this dream, in an empty fuckin Morrisons" So I was wandering around and I went down the chilled goods aisle looking for this yogurt I really wanted and wondered if I'd be able to eat it in my dream 🤣 then a fucking HAND darted out of one of the fridges and grabbed me and I was like "The fuck?!" I turned to look and it was my Nanna again, but normal and herself, and she said "Come into the fridge and you'll wake up" and I remember thinking "Anything to get out of this fucking dream" so I entered the fridge which turned into a long, dark, cold hallway, I was freezing and turned to look at where my Nanna was, but she was gone, and so was the door to the fridge, I was just in the middle of a dark, cold everlasting hallway, and I said, "Nan?"

....Nothing....

So I shouted really loudly and angrily

"Nanna?! Where you at?!"

And I woke up.

So there you go, another weird ass dream from me. 🤣🤣🤣

[sanvirtheobserver]

Taking Flight, Chapter 27: Family Matters

The morning sun glows pink over the rocky roads. Over at the Crew's base camp, Luigi and Pomni are tending to the rig while Meggy and Uzi guard the Gator Brothers. Ragatha and Saturday arrive on the scene and begin their interrogation.

Ragatha: Alright Mister Gummigoo, let's start from the beginning. What brought you into the Outlaw Business?

Gummigoo: It's just a matter of circumstance. Times tend to get tough when you live so far from the capital, especially in the dry season.

Ragatha: And that's why you've become friends with Chewmaw?

Gummigoo is silent for a moment as he shoots a scathing glare at Ragatha.

Gummigoo: We're NOT friends. If I could I'd have nothing to do with the bastard.

Saturday: Then why help him? You may be a ruffian, but you always do it your way.

Gummigoo: I did....... until our town's stores got snagged by some Honeypotters.

Chad: Mum tried to help bug em off and got her leg gnarled. Others got it worse.

Max: Yeah. We started Syrup Running for Chewmaw so we could take a little extra for her and the town.

Gummigoo: It's also to keep Chewmaw from targeting the town. With the state it's in, a small band would be more than enough to wipe it off the map. Bandits are less likely to attack a town they think is already under their control.

Ragatha begins to show a little pity, but Saturday is a bit cautious. She's seen first hand how effective he is at crafting a good story to help get his way, true or otherwise.

Saturday: Where is this hometown of yours?

Max: Just north of here. Straight shot.

Chad: We can get there by noon with your rig.

Saturday: Alright........ here's what we're gonna do. We'll escort you and the tanker to this town of yours and see if your claims are true.

Gummigoo: Fine by me. Keep in mind that Chewmaw likely knows you're back by now, and he'll have his men on the lookout for your rig. Best you take the tanker when you head into town.

Saturday: Hm............

Crocodile: Croc's honor, I am telling you the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

A tense silence hangs in the air as the two stare each other down.

Saturday: ..........Fine. We'll escort you in the tanker.

Tari had just exited the trailer as Saturday points to her.

Saturday: Tari, you'll drive the tanker into town. Spletzer and Emo Girl will be your lookout.

Uzi: I have a name, you know.

Saturday: Ragatha, you stay with the others and keep the rig out of sight, but make sure you're still close by in case you're needed.

Ragatha: Yes Ma'am.

Saturday: Germaine.......

Gummigoo looks up with a smirk. He didn't expect her to use his first name like that.

Saturday: Don't do anything stupid.

Gummigoo: Heh......... will do, Loo.

A few hours later and the high noon sun hangs above a local shanty town. The tanker enters through the front gates and Tari maneuvers the tanker between the buildings as the group gets a good look at the place........ which has clearly seen better days. Many of the buildings are riddled with scratch and claw marks, and the local woodwork shop is still busy making caskets. Every now and then you can see an insectoid husk with a fractured opalescent abdomen. It looks like Gummigoo's story rang true.

Gummigoo: Park the tanker outside the hospital.

The tanker pulls in front of a weathered hospital building. Through the front doors comes an Orange-Blue octopus with a doctor's stethoscope and a pair of glasses. Loolilalu steps down from the tanker, along with Gummigoo who still has his hands tied.

Gummigoo: Good afternoon, Otto.

Otto: Mr. Gummigoo, fancy seeing you with.........Lady Bonbon! I was not aware of your return to the Sweetlands. Welcome to Saint Marzipan!

He scuttles over to the two and wipes some sweat from his scalp.

Otto: Excuse me, where are my manners? I am Dr. Octavius McBrickles. The folks here usually call me Otto. Though, may I ask why you have Mr. Gummigoo all tied up?

Saturday: Oh, I caught him and his brothers commandeering a tanker with illegal modifications. Then he told me about the incident in this town and I wished to verify this claim.

Otto: Oh dear. Lady Bonbon, I am TERRIBLY sorry about this. Please understand that Mr. Gummigoo was only trying to help after the Honeypotter attacks. Our syrup supplies have been spread thin and-

Saturday: At ease, doctor. I will not report this to the authorities. This did technically occur beyond our jurisdiction, after all.

Gummigoo and Otto were both shocked at Saturday's sudden act of charity. It looks like she realized that Gummigoo was telling the truth. She unties him and Otto calls for some nurses to help empty the tanker.

Otto: You are too kind, M'lady. And your timing is impeccable. I don't think we would've lasted the rest of the week otherwise.

Saturday: Oh, don't thank me. Thank the bloke who managed to snag it.

Gummigoo: D'aw, now you're just trying to butter me up.

Some time later, we arrive at Gummigoo's homestead. Saturday, Meggy, Uzi, Max, and Chad are all chilling in the living room as a big, gruff, Green and Purple Gator wearing some overalls comes in with a pot of tea. His name is Gerald.

Gerald: I'm sorry ya'll got caught up in my son's hairbrained schemes. I warned him about the kind of trouble it would cause.

Meggy: No worries. We deal with stuff like this all the time.

Uzi is quiet as she holds her mug of tea. It's been a while since anyone has treated her with such hospitality. Gerald takes a seat and lets out an exhausted sigh.

Gerald: Miss Bonbon, I know my son isn't exactly a stickler for the rules.

Saturday: I believe that's quite the understatement.

Gerald: I warned him about associating himself with bandits and the kind of troubles it would cause, even if he's doing it to help us. Unfortunately, he's got his Pop's stubbornness along with his Mum's moxxie.

Saturday: Well, your son's "hairbrained schemes" may have given us a lead on how we can take on Chewmaw.

Gerald: Yeah. I heard he's got something big planned. Something that can only lead to disaster.

We see Gummigoo and Tari enter the parents room. In the bed lies a plump Yellow and Red Gator with a bonnet and a pair of reading glasses. This is Maple, and she's more than happy to see her little troublemaker again.

Maple: Germaine! How's my little lad on the lamb doin'?

Gummigoo: Great as gravy, mum.

She gently holds Tari's metal arm.

Maple: And you must be one of his new friends. It's a pleasure to meet you, luv.

Tari: It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mrs. Gummigoo.

Maple: Oh please, call me Maple. A friend of my son is a friend of mine.

Gummigoo: How's the leg coming along? Otto told me he just started your treatment.

Maple: It's feeling much better now, Germaine. That syrup you brought back is working WONDERS. Otto says I'll be right as rain before Harvest Season. Good thing too, because me and Gerald still have a winning streak to keep up!

She gestures to a series of trophies on the top shelf. Each one is engraved with the date of previous "Harvest Festival Dance-off" events.

Tari: Wow, you really like your dancing, don't you.

Maple: Ever since me and Gerald first met on the dance floor. Why do you think my boy was able to dance with the princess?

Saturday: *ahem*

Speaking of which, we see Saturday standing in the doorway starring daggers at Gummigoo.

Gummigoo: Anyways, um........ we should get going. Gotta go topple ourselves a Warlord and all that.

He quickly makes his leave, ushering Tari and Saturday out of the room.

Maple: You kids have fun!

He quickly closes the door behind him. He sees a bemused smirk.

Tari: So........... you two danced?

Gummigoo chuckles nervously at the recollection of that event.

Gummigoo: It was just a one time thing.

Saturday: He and his brothers snuck into a family paryt uninvited. I'm pretty sure he tried to take my crown.

Gummigoo: I mean, I gave it back, didn't I?

Saturday: Was that before or after you crashed your wagon into the bakery?

Tari leaves the two to their little chat. Seeing Gummigoo, or Germaine rather, meeting up with his mum made her feel all cozy inside......... but also kinda sad. Like something's missing.

Clench: You good?

Tari: Yeah....... just thinking, is all.

[trolls-confessions]

okay and i think this is the last of it. thank ya kindly for letting me yap about this silly lil' thing 🙏:

The Floyd Incident: also known as That by everyone else. floyd is a moderately famous Spotify artist, he left for college and cut contact with his whole family; not in a mean way though, just in a "life gets busy way". instead of calling his brothers like a normal person, he just stalks their social media.

one fateful day, branch gets a call from the local police department, telling him that his brother asked for him BY NAME and he needs to go asap. it's 4 AM, on a Wednesday, who the fuck is asking for him????? which brother????

he gets there and he's so surprised to see a dude dressed like the bastard son of a scene kid and an emo, profusely bleeding from his nose, with a very broken arm and clearly hooked on something. it takes him a bit to recognize him (and a peek at his ID), but that's FLOYD. he's.... he's feeling things. not sure what exactly. he swears the cops to secrecy or he'll ban them from his shop.

he pays bail and takes floyd to the hospital. branch asks him what the hell happened but floyd is too far gone to answer. they stay for a few days and then branch takes him home, since he doesn't know where floyd is staying. floyd also won't tell him what happened, just that someone recognized him from the old family YouTube channel and things got messy. they talk, they yell, floyd goes through withdrawal, they cry a bit and after a few weeks they decide to try and get back in touch with the rest of the bros. happy ending! for some.

OH EM FUCKING GEE???

[un-pearable]

Hi! Uh, I want to get into Sonic. Any shows/games you would reccomend starting with? An order? Also!! What's your favorite iteration of sonic (if you have one)

i think this might be THE question every sonic fan is dying to be asked. that is to say, hell yeah it would be my pleasure to make some recommendations >:] 

best things to try as a very first introduction to the hedgehog and friends (that are still relatively bitesized or accessible): 

the official animations for sonic mania, team sonic racing, chao in space, sonic colors, and most recently sonic frontiers. personal favorites are chao in space bc its adorable and frontiers for… obvious (knuckles) reasons (it’s about knuckles). these are short and sweet and absolutely adorable so they’re always some of the first things i recommend :] check ‘em out if you can - you won’t regret it. 

on that topic, Sonic Frontiers is a solid place to start with the games! it’s the most recent release so there’s currently a demo available on switch and it’s also on sale on steam right now (until Feb 13th!). few of the games directly lead into each other so picking specific games to start with is more down to personal taste, i’ll go into more detail if you’d like but for an introduction to the series? frontiers has been very well received and many consider it a return to form after the last few games, so it’s a good place to pick up the series! EDIT: I FORGOT ABOUT GENERATIONS. sonic generations is basically a Best-Of compilation of sonic’s most well known stages and it’s also perfect for a first time player. it was MY first game. how on earth did i forget about it. anyway it’s also on steam and it kicks ass!!!

alternately, much of the franchise was codified in the adventure games, so if you prefer starting at the beginning, they’re big recommendations as well! both Sonic Adventure and Sonic Adventure 2 are on steam and MANY playthroughs are online. SA2 was also the first of the sonic fandubs, so if you’ve seen any of those memes that’s where they’re from. 

also, if you’re into zelda games you’ll probably love frontiers. but if you prefer 2D/pixel art games, Sonic Origins just came out last summer and contains rereleases of the first four sonic games and Mania is always a fun option! alternately, try here for a taste of sonic 2 :] 

comics!! comics!!!!! the IDW Sonic The Hedgehog comics are killing it lately and double as canon and ridiculously fun. the first arc is issues 1-12 and if that won’t sell you on this funky little guy, well, there’s a lot more options too! you can find the IDW run here - but support your local comic shop if you can! 

for a little more bite-sized try the recent miniseries scrapnik island! it’s standalone from the main storyline and considering you’re a ninjago fan i think you’ll enjoy a fun story about morally complex robots :D 

the Archie series is amazing at times and so bad it’s funny at others - but what isn’t? while i am a HUGE fan it does require quite a bit of time and investment. other recommendations from the 300 issue+ legacy of sonic comics are available on request (i do not know how to shut up <3) 

tv shows!! Sonic Prime just released on Netflix and it slaps. not the most traditional sonic but it’s fun as hell and ongoing - we’re only ⅓ into the first season and there’s at least two guaranteed. the animation is astounding and it’s coincidentally produced by wildbrain just like current ninjago. i edited one of it’s kickass fight scenes here 

this is almost certainly far more than you need but i love talking about this series so thanks for humoring me :] i hope you enjoy them!! hmmm… they’ve all got their own appeal to me but lately i’ve been watching a lot of playthroughs while drawing (and i eagerly await the frontiers dlc so i have an excuse to replay it) and i think atm game sonic’s my favorite! the comics are delightful and the shows always have their own twists but i love good ‘ol game sonic… the others are more than just facets of his character and have their own great stories, but there’s something special about the original. this message brought to you by how absolutely astounding his characterization is in Sonic Unleashed. we missed you big guy. hope you have fun!! 

[bedazzlecunt]

wren!!!! i ordered new sex toys today and i'm so excited!!! i also got a new dildo bc the one i have is from very hard silicon and extremely uncomfy:(( and a bunch of vibes ahhh!!! i'm so excited to try them all out!! btw where do you like to buy toys (esp dildos- i find getting good ones is very difficult and often very expensive)

your truly

your subby bestie <33

OMG HIIII I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!! buying new sex toys is SUCH joy omg. getting to experiment on yourself a little....WOOHOO CONGRATS BESTIE

okay before i can rec sex toy places i gotta say. a lot of bigger retailers, like adam and eve, sell some stuff that isn't 100% body-safe for all folks (the sex toy industry is super unregulated). i'm not saying don't shop at large places, just be sure you know what everything is made of. i won't get into the nitty gritty of how to tell what's safe or not, it's not my area, but generally speaking a good rule of thumb is not to put anything inside of you that's jelly/rubber/any flavor of 'realistic' mystery meat stuff. if you gotta, a condom over top is good. silicone dildos are my personal favourite material for dildos and insertables, and generally speaking silicon, as well ABS hard plastic and borosilicate glass, are all body-safe and actually possible to sanitize. i'm not saying you can't ever buy from adam and eve or whatever (i have stuff from them i rly love!), just choose carefully.

now, specifically — i buy most of my toys from indie sex shops in my town, of which there are a lot but i don't think most of them have online presences. i encourage you to try to shop local if any shops like that exist near you! the ppl in em are always so nice

when i am shopping online, the only big retailer i usually opt for is lovehoney, just cos they've never failed me in terms of quality/customer service. but i try to shop at smaller indie places when i can, particularly ones run by women. i like unboundbabes and awakening boutique, and there are also lotsa good shops on etsy! there's this shop called cutecruelty i've not purchased from but which has the CUTEST stuff ever

[bloutwo]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ⭐️

ok last one! I'll try to make this one short (I failed)

My friends <333 I was really lonely growing up, and always struggled to connect with people both online and offline, so when I went to uni in 2020 and met these wonderful people over the uni's discord, and then being able to meet them in person a year later was wonderful!! My friends truly are everything to me, and most of my favourite memories are time spent with them!

On the topic, a favourite of mine is ending nights out after going to our local goth club with a kebab is something I always always always look forward too! There's something so beautiful in stumbling around with my friends, shivering in the cold because we're all too stubborn to bring coats, wolfing down kebabs while we sit on the pavement that I love. It always reminds me of this song by dodie, and truly something I'm going to miss once we're all a bit too grown up to be spending every wednesday night outside the kebab house debriefing on what had happened that night (not too old yet though!!).

Crocheting! I only got into this last year when my grandmother taught me, but I love creating amigurumi plushies to gift to people, it's a hobby I find so relaxing and a nice way to unwind. I picked it up in an attempt to cut down on screen time and I found it to be so fulfilling, it really helps keep my mind and hands busy during my downtime which benefits my mental health tremendously. There's a little yarn shop in my town ran by two little old ladies, and I love going in and showing them my latest projects, and chatting to them while they help me pick out yarn for my next projects. The whole hobby is something that brings me an awful lot of joy :)

Reading in the garden!! Another attempt to cut down on screen time (reading fics doesn't count ok). Especially in warmer weather, I love spending my downtime lounging around in my garden with a good book, maybe a Pimms or Desperado for the vibes. One of my favourite memories is of the summer I spent between my first and second year of uni, where I spent most of my time sunbathing, reading All The Young Dudes and listening to Inside by Bo Burnham. Listening to the birds and bugs and watching my cat play in the grass while I relax is something so lovely that I look forward to in the colder months (not so fun to do when my teeth are chattering from the cold and I can't turn the pages with thermal gloves on).

This is such a silly one, but when my followers/mutuals interact with me! I know I post about it maybe a bit too often, but reblogging a post and seeing people interact with it within a few minutes brings me so much happiness! It feels like we're hanging out!! Getting asks like these ones!! I love em!!!!! I know its just pixels on a screen but knowing that there's someone on the other side that thinks the stuff I reblog is cool or funny, or they like my dumb lil text posts, it makes me happy, knowing that I had even the tiniest little impact on someone through a silly joke on tumblr (or a gifset of keith looking pretty, lets be real). I love the sense of community really, and I'm not quite sure how to put it into words how it makes me happy, but it does, and it's something I really am grateful for :)

[nowhereman313]

A buncha y’all really liked that comment about Waffle House, huh?

Alright, so since there’s people looking at me now, I guess I better do one of those intro thingies. 

I’m Nowhere (he/him or they/them is fine). Where you stand now is the Internet equivalent of my bedroom. It’s just a big ol’ pile of stuff I like or think is useful or important. It’s not curated, it’s rarely tagged, and it sure-as-shit isn’t queued. All of those things require planning and forward-thinking that I do not do when I’m on Tumblr. It’s also like my bedroom, because it was with an impending sense of alarm that I discovered that there were suddenly a group of people looking around my room and going “Yeah, this is good, think I’ll stick around and see where this goes,” while I’m sitting there in my jammies. You’re welcome to stay, of course, but I was very surprised to find you here at all.

Anyway, to get the requisite dump of strangely personal information that Tumblr users share with each other out of the way, I’m a cishet man with ADHD, formerly (and hopefully again in the future) polyamorous. My partner and I have been together for over 12 years, etc, etc. More importantly, I’m a gamer. I play ‘em, I make ‘em, and soon, I’ll be selling ‘em at my very own Friendly Local Game Store, the aptly named Nowhere’s Store of Forgotten Lore. More on that later. 

I’ve been on Tumblr since the Bad Old Days. I’m a Tumblr Old, and so all those new posts of old cringe trying to scare off the Twitter folks just brings me back to my college days, all misty-eyed and drowning in debt. Back then, I studied subcultural anthropology, specializing in fan/gamer cultures and subcultural sexuality. 

The tabletop gaming community is my home, and I’ve been trying to give as much as I take since I got my start there... too many years ago. That’s how I got into game design, and eventually led me to where I am now. I’ve written my own RPGs, designed supplemental material, and playtested for other designers, both amateur and professional. My contributions have been almost exclusively amateur, but I learned from some of the best in the professional field, and I owe those people, who were willing to work on equal footing with a wet-behind-the-ears teenager and give me a chance to contribute meaningfully, an immense debt of gratitude. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without them.

Nowadays, I exist almost exclusively on a couch in Nowhere’s Store when I’m not working on making Nowhere’s Store. I’ll have to do a big post on that whole process soon, but for now, suffice it to say that the shop has been an epic ordeal, full of uncertainty, blind terror, and memories. We’re wanting to be just as much a community center as we are a retail space, and I’m super excited to host our first NaNoWriMo write-in here in the shop tomorrow afternoon, to put my money (or, rather, my table space and wifi) where my mouth is. We should be open for business soon, but I’ve been saying that for months now. Hopefully, that future post will garner a bit of support for our GoFundMe (shameless plugging, thy name is Nowhere), since we’re trying to pull this off as a couple of working-class Millennials, also known to banks as The Enemy.

So yeah, glad you’re here to see me talk about stuff. If you’re curious about anything, my asks are always open.

[bmaxwell]

River City Girls

Beat 'em ups were a staple of early gaming for me, starting with Double Dragon at the local party store. I remember pumping quarters into the Simpsons, Final Fight, and TMNT arcade games, as well as playing River City Ransom, and the Streets of Rage games at home. The genre largely died when the arcades did. It turns out that playing a lot of arcade games at home felt a lot like playing Poker without betting actual money. I remember buzzing through Golden Axe on my Genesis and feeling...maybe not cheated, but it felt like I was seeing the strings at the puppet show.

The genre was largely abandoned by me until few years ago. River City Girls was only on my radar because I loved the original NES River City Ransom game so much. This new one had a great visual style, incredible music, and they subverted expectations and made it about the girls beating the shit out of people to rescue their boyfriends.

River City Girls was exactly what I wanted it to be the first time I saw it: a lighthearted, tongue in cheek romp full of great music and the occasional callback to the game I loved as a child. The shop music was a memorable rush of nostalgia for me. My son got to hear a YouTuber he’s watched for years voice on of the characters in the game too, which was neat to see. It’s a lighthearted game that’s just fun. These two girls (Miisako and Kyoko) fight their way out of detention to find out who kidnapped their boyfriends. They’ll punch and kick and throw everyone in their way. Misako is the tough, smart one. Kyoko is the ditzy, spazzy one. 

As you defeat enemies you gain XP and gain levels, unlocking new fighting moves in the process. You can do spin kicks, or special attacks while dashing. You’ll also be throwing baseballs and benches and anything else you can get your hands on. Even people! You get to throw PEOPLE at other people! You can revive the other player when they fall, which is great because the game has some pretty tough boss fights. 

All of this against of backdrop of stylish visuals, excellent voice acting, and a soundtrack that bops, or slaps, or whatever the current word for “sounds very good" is. You can also purchase food and gear in various shops in the game. My wife happened to look up as I was buying a matching bra and panties set for one of the girls, but it’s not my fault. Like all games, I just care about the stat bonuses, honey. The game actually isn’t horny at all, but it’s not a good look.

This is another game that reminds me that we cannot separate our feelings about media from the circumstances in which we experienced that media. Many of my favorite games were played with friends or family, or when I was in school and didn’t have grownup things to worry about. It’s summer vacation, my buddy and I are playing Super Mario Kart while Sailing the Seas of Cheese by Primus plays. Between us is a bag of Ruffles and a couple of cans of Mt Dew. My schedule is clear for the next month. The flipside of this is that I am 100% positive that I’ve bounced off games I might have fallen in love with under different circumstances. That’s why I play games like Hyper Light Drifter once per year. “Do I really not like this game? I feel like I should like this. No? Still nothing? Damn. Okay.”

I played through the entirety of River City Girls with my oldest child, in their early teens at the time. He was of the age and disposition where he spent approximately 99% of his time in his room. We get along great, but don’t spend a lot of time together or have many points of bonding. Games and movies are great reasons to occupy space with someone you care about. 

Sit on the couch and play beat ‘em ups with your children, folks. 

[enbyprentiss]

Just for the record...

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Spencer x GN!Reader

Warnings: none that i can think of:)

a/n: heyo! this fic is very loosely based on me. mostly the fact that my first job was in a local record store and my music taste. there are no physical descriptions of reader at all. okok i have to finish writing this now but um i hope you like it!<3

(oh and it’s lightly inspired by this post and this one)

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Spencer didn’t leave his house often. For many reasons. Germaphobia, social awkwardness, and the whole ‘anyone could be a serial killer and could be targeting me’ thing, just to name a few. But this, this he could handle. After all, he’s been here before. And it was a painless process. Nice, even. Going to a record store is like going to a book store, right? Well, maybe not. But as far as he’s concerned, investing in vinyls was one more easy way to reject modern technology. So, he covered his hand with the sleeve of his cardigan quickly before pulling the door open. The store wasn’t empty, but it wasn’t packed either. Though, it was crowded enough to turn Spencer off of the idea of wandering aimlessly through the aisles of stacked up records. He hesitantly walked up to the counter with an older man standing behind it.

“E-excuse me? I was wondering where I could find um--”

The man cut him off with a shout, “Y/N?!”

The door of what he could only assume was a storage room swung open and Y/N stepped out carrying a box.

“Do me a favor, help this guy out, alright?”, he explained while they tripped slightly over their Docs.

“You got it, boss.”, they smiled with a click of their tongue.

Spencer’s mind raced a million miles a minute looking at the person standing in front of him. Because they were definitely not here the last time he was. And now, he knew his face was probably bright red and that did not help with the seemingly awkward silence or the stuttering.

“Y-you know what? I-i-it’s fine, I c-can find it myself. You ju--um, y-you loo-k busy.”, the words struggled to fall from his lips.

But instead of laughing or brushing him off, Y/N just smiled and tried to reassure him, “No, it’s totally fine. In fact, it’s uh kinda my job.”, they giggled.

And even though he had just met this magnificent stranger thirty seconds ago, he would do anything to hear them laugh again. But instead, like the idiot he had deemed himself as, he choked up and all the words died on his tongue.

“Soooo, what’s up? How can I help?”

“Right--um I’m looking for ‘Metallica’.”

“Like, just the band in general or the album?”

“T-the album. But it’s f-fine if you guys don’t have it or something!”

“Don’t worry, we totally have it. And I know we do because I just stocked ‘em up an hour ago.”, they drummed their fingers on the edge of the counter happily before hopping over it. They motioned for Spencer to follow as they began to walk to the back of the store.

“Metallica, huh?”, those two little words broke Spencer out of his trance, and now that they had, he felt like an absolute creep for just staring at them.

“Hm?”

“Oh no, you just--don’t seem like the type. You strike me as more of a...Mozart type of guy."

"I am--usually."

"Really? Then what makes today so...unusual, Doc?", they turned around for a split second to see the confusion on his face, "You're wearing an ID badge on your shirt.", Y/N smiled and pointed in the general direction.

"Oh.", he looked down at his badge from over two years ago and was now horribly embarrassed by the photo on it, "Well, nothing's unusual per se, I just thought I could try something new--or not new, but something I haven't heard in a while."

They finally stopped at the very back wall of the shop and Y/N pulled a small ladder towards themselves so that they could reach the higher shelves. They pulled one of the records down, stepping off of the ladder and handing it to Spencer with a smile. Y/N's banter came to a sudden stop as they heard a few notes echoe through the store, granted, they were faint, but there nonetheless. Spencer watched as they turned down another one of the aisles.

"Hon, you know I love seeing you come in every day, but we've been over this. We have headphones next to the players for a reason, ok?", they handed a pair of headphones to the man and patted him on the shoulder before leading Spencer back up to the front.

Spencer could feel his anxiety building more and more as Y/N shuffled some things around on the counter in attempt to clear some space and organize at the same time. He wasn't sure why he felt so nervous around them--yes he did. Even with his eidetic memory, he couldn't think of anyone who was as beautiful and captivating as them. And in attempt to ease his anxiety, he did what he does best, share his infinite amount of knowledge.

"Did you know that an early mechanical cash register was invented following the American Civil War?"

"No, no I did not. I am intrigued though, tell me more?"

"It was invented by two men--James Ritty and John Birch to be specific. James was the owner of a saloon in Dayton, Ohio and wanted to stop his employees from pilfering his profits. So, 'The Ritty Model' was invented in 1879 after he saw a tool that counted the revolutions of propellers on steamships. And with the help of John, who also happened to be his brother, they patented it in 1883, calling it 'Ritty's Incorruptible Cashier. The uh--the one you guys have here doesn't seem too much older, it was probably made around 1909, if I had to guess."

"Wow--", Y/N smiled and took the cash from his hand, "You must come here often if you recognize our cash register."

"You'd think so, right?", he huffed out a laugh, "This is only my second time here actually, I've just never seen one like that in D.C. before, and I--um-I have a lot of random facts floating around.", as he spoke, he watched Y/N scribble something down on a piece of paper and then carefully place the bills in the register.

"Well, hopefully I see you here more often.", they beamed and handed him the album.

They exchanged a 'thank you' and goodbyes before Spencer started his walk home. As he pulled his cardigan closer to his body, he noticed a small paper that was tucked inside the cover, flapping in the wind. He pulled the paper out slowly, written on it was ten digits and a small message scribbled beneath them.

‘Call me sometime:), xo--Y/N’

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Grey Vase.

Thank you again @beccabarba for reading over this for me.

This is final part to my Bishop Grey series. This follows on from:

Grey Leather 

Grey Uniform

Grey Dress

Warnings: this is episode based from season 2, so talks of Riz and Coco getting hurt, fluff and smut.

WC: 2415

Enjoy x

It had gotten around about you taking Bishop to the fund raiser. Not all of what you were hearing was bad, which was great. Your mum and dad were coming around to the idea that their daughter was seeing a Mayan, much to your surprise, after your Aunty who worked in the dress factory had told them what a gentleman he actually was. Rosa was all for it, hanging around the club house a lot more and your work partner was even more supportive of you actually being happy as long as he treated you well. You hadn’t seen Bishop since the morning after the fund raiser, leaving after he made you breakfast, but true to his word he had messaged you every night telling you he missed you, he was safe and he couldn’t wait to see you.

You wanted to take the afternoon off, and really you should have. Your afternoon shift started off like any other, slow at first, till you were in town and seen the grey Mercedes parked outside the coffee shop you and your partner were going to. You rolled your eyes when you walked in to see Emily picking up her coffee order turning around, your eyes meeting and a smirk pulling to her face making her way over to you,

“Y/N it’s good to see you, how are you? How is Rosa? Still living together?”

“Good thank you, sure are,” you gave her a small tight smile “Rosa is great and yourself? Miguel and Christobel well?”

“Going really well, thanks for asking. I’ am sure Christobel would love to see his godmother” You looked her dead in the eye, raising an eyebrow and Emily shrugged her shoulders at you “I saw you the other day, didn’t take you for a leather and motor bike kind of person.”

“Didn’t take you for a yellow raincoat kind of person but yet here we are,” you shot back.

“We aren’t so different you know” Emily sighed back.

“Em, we are very different. I never forgot where I came from”

Before Emily had a chance to answer back your radio went off, your partner answered saying you were on it, you both rushed out, you jumping in the driver’s seat, turning on the sirens and speeding off.

When you arrived, driving up the driveway seeing the burnt out bikes, a sick feeling started to fill your tummy and you had to will yourself to not throw up, recognising the bikes. You and your partner jumped out grabbing your bags and you rushed around the corner. Shattered glass was scatted all over the ground, Angel and Ez on either side of a crouched over Coco holding the right side of his face, and Riz laying on the floor just inside the damaged doors with Bishop, Hank and Taza trying to stop the bleeding on his chest. Bishop looked up at you and his heart sunk that you had to see all this.

“Coco” You yelled rushing over to him first looking over him “Call for back up” you yelled again at your partner as he rushed into Riz talking over his radio.

You sorted out Coco as quickly was you could and then rushed in to Riz to help your partner. In no time, back up was there helping out with Coco’s burns and his eye, putting him in the back of the ambulance and your partner rushed out to get a stretcher for Riz. Bishop, Taza, your partner and you lifted him onto the stretcher and you all rushed out as you pushed him to the back. You let Taza get in the back with your partner so he could do the once over again before you left. The driver’s window was open and you were on your radio calling it into the emergency room giving them the low down and telling them to prepare an operating room when you saw Bishop walk up to the door,

“I’ll follow you” Bishop’s eyes were slightly wet and you reached out the window to cup his cheek running your thumb along his jaw. Bishop turned his head grabbing onto your hand kissing your palm before you put the ambulance into ‘r’ reversing out with the sirens on again.

It had been three and a half weeks since Bishop had pushed you away physically, but not emotionally. You had some idea what was going to happen after what happened to Riz and you had seen first-hand how bitter Coco was with what happened to him. You got a message every day at some point, sometimes twice, Bishop telling you how much he missed you and how he couldn’t wait to see you again. The last time you had spoken to him at the funeral he had asked you to lay low, he didn’t want you getting caught up and dragged into what was going on as a pay back to him, and he wanted you safe. He had also given you Marcus’s number in case you needed someone with him away dealing with business and you laid low as much as you could.

It was your rostered day off and you were surprised when there was a knock on the door early in the morning, a delivery man from the local florist holding a grey vase with a beautiful flower arrangement. You took the flowers, closing and locking the door and then walking to sit the vase on the table. You pulled the pin out that had the note pinned to a leaf opening the small envelope pulling out a small card,

‘Miss you so much baby, can’t wait to hold you again soon xx’

Your heart swelled, holding the card up pressing it to your chest, you walked over to your phone picking it up and sending a message of thanks and that you couldn’t wait to thank him in person. 

The hours had ticked on slowly with no message back yet. Rosa was out for the night with some work friends so you ordered in dinner and had just sat on the couch after a shower, your hair still damp in your short sleep nighty to watch the latest episode of your favourite New York police show.

Your eyes were glued to the TV as your favourite actors moved across the screen, when a rev of a motor bike made you jump and your heart pounded in your chest fast. You grabbed your phone unlocking it going to Marcus’s number in case you needed to call him, walking to the front window looking out the blinds. The motor bike was parked behind your car and you saw as the rider lift off his helmet and you gasped rushing to the door to open it.

You swung the door open to Bishop making his way towards the door, his eyes came up to meet yours, a smile pulling to his face and his eyes sparkled. You bolted out, jumping on him, your arms going around his neck his arms going around your middle lifting you up slightly off the ground walking you into your place while you peppered his face with kisses,

“I missed you so much baby” Bishop purred walking you both through the door placing you down and shutting it, locking it and he was back on you.

“I missed you Bishop” you lent forward your lips crashing on his, the kiss deepening and your arms around his neck tightening, pulling him in closer to you while his hands ran up and down your sides.

Bishop broke the kiss first stepping back from you tugging off his jacket throwing it on the back of the couch and then grabbing your hand pulling you to the couch,

“Do you want a beer or something?”

“No, I just want you” Bishop sat on the single couch pulling you onto his lap. One of your arms hocked around his neck, the other resting on his chest. Bishop wrapped one arm around your waist the other resting on your thigh. His warm hand sending goose bumps all over your body “I’ am sorry I was away for so long Y/N” Bishop kissed your shoulder “You been ok?”

“Yep, just work and home, missing you” you kissed his cheek “Thank you so much for the flowers. I love them” You nodded towards the kitchen table where they sat proudly in the middle of it.

“Anything for you baby” Bishop’s hand on your thigh starting to run up under your sleep nighty “You have this weekend off”

“How did you know” you looked down at him with a big smile.

“I ‘am el presidente, I know everything” he winked “Rosa told me, I seen her before I left”

“She was at the club house?” You raised your eyebrows at him and he nodded back with a smirk.

“She is staying with Angel tonight, it was her idea to tell you she was at a work thing when she knew I wanted to surprise you and tomorrow we ride to San Diego just me and you”

“You planned all this for me?” you looked down at him your fingers coming up to run through his hairy face, the feeling making you gasp and bite your bottom lip.

“It’s not all I have planned” His voice was deep and his hand slid further up under your nighty.

You moaned and lent down your lips connecting with his neck kissing, sucking and nipping along it. Without moving your lips from his neck, you moved yourself so you were straddling his lap, Bishop’s hand’s going straight to the hem of your sleep nighty lifting it up over your hips, his hands sliding into your lace panties cupping your ass cheeks groping them pulling you down onto him. You sucked on his sweet spot and he groaned bucking his hips up into your core. You lent back with a giggle and his grip on your ass tightened, your head falling back as he guided your hips over him,

“Take it off baby, let me see you”

You bit your bottom lip and then pulled your nighty up and off you throwing it on the other couch and you heard Bishop growl, his eyes on your chest and he licked his lips. Bishop pulled his hands out of your panties, wrapping his arms around your middle and he stood up carrying you to your bed room.

Bishop walked straight to your bed dropping you down on it and you gasped giggling as you bounced up slightly. Bishop grabbed onto the waist of your panties tugging them down in one go throwing them somewhere on the floor and toeing off his boots. You felt his hands on your knees spreading them apart and he settled between them still fully clothed, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. Bishop started to thrust his clothed hips into you and you moaned, feeling his jeans rub against you.

“Feel good?” Bishop’s lips met your neck.

He started kissing along it, the feel of his beard running along your skin and his wet warm lips on your skin made you feel like you were on fire and you started to grind your hips up wanting more, your orgasm getting closer and you nodded, your moans and pants started to fill the room.

“That’s it baby, just like that” Bishop pushed his hard clothed bulge into you more.

Your whole body started to tremble and you screamed Bishop’s name loud, your release shot through you making you pant loud. Bishop’s lips met yours kissing you deeply before he pulled away standing up ridding himself of his clothes, leaning over to the top drawer pulling out protection and rolling it on.

Bishop was back between your legs in no time, sliding up into you, you moaning and he grunting loud as he filled you up. Bishop started to kiss you deeply again when he started to roll his hips into you, his eyes locking with yours after he broke the kiss. You moved to wrap your legs around him, your hands running up his solid arms, up onto his shoulders and then up onto his cheeks.

You were so wrapped up with the feeling on him being in you and on top of you that you let out a surprised squeal when he rolled you both over so that he was now on his back and you were on top, your hands resting on his pecks and his on your hips. You started to roll your hips down on him hard and deep, Bishop’s grip on your hips bruising. Bishop planted his feet flat on the bed and he started to thrust up into you,

“I’ve missed you” you moaned out your head dropping back again.

“Missed you baby” he panted out.

His eyes were glued to your tits bouncing around and he let go of one hip bringing his hand around, his pointer finger connecting with your swollen pearl, circling it with the pad of his thumb and you started babbling nonsense under your breath letting out a scream falling forward resting on your hands while your orgasm washed over you like wild fire, your body covered in sweat,

“Good girl” Bishop kissed your arm still thrusting up into you still.

It didn’t take long and the room filled with his loud roar, Bishop slamming your hips down onto him coming deep inside you in the condom. Both your chests heaving, your forehead connecting with his, pecking each other’s lips gently.

You rolled off him dropping on your back, Bishop getting up and going to the bathroom to clean himself up. Bishop walked back in and he stopped in his tracks in the door way, his breathing hitched at your beauty as you laid on your back looking up at the roof still trying to catch your breath,

“You’re so beautiful” Bishop whispered as he got back onto the bed pulling you onto his chest wrapping his arms around you, his fingers running through your hair.

“You’re pretty beautiful yourself” you kissed Bishop’s chest your hand resting on his belly and he let out a chesty laugh.

“Excited for the weekend?” Bishop kissed the top of your head.

“I’ am just happy to be back in your arms, doesn’t matter where we are” You nuzzled into his chest and Bishop started to brush his fingers tips up and down your back.

“Me too baby.”

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DOG FUND RESTOCK! CHECK OUT MY STORE!

as you may have noticed- I am hoping to adopt a dog soon! currently waiting to hear back from some rescues...fingers crossed. brining a dog o’ my own into my life is gonna have some serious upfront costs- most of the rescues i’m lookin at charge several hundred dollars (300-600) for their adoption fee to ensure the pup is spayed/neutered, up to date on shots, & in good health! 

in addition to that i’ll have some costs for things like a crate, food, toys, and so on, as well as travelin’ costs since i’ll likely be pickin’ up a dog from out of state 

want some art? wanna throw some bones to me and the empty space in my life where a dog will soon be? here are my wares:

NOTHING LEFT BUT ONE ANOTHER - DOG DISCOUNT VERSION - these are a little cheaper than usual! olive green with gold ink or black with pearlescent white ink. screen sure was givin’ me hell today so there’s plenty of seconds to pick through if you’re looking for something a little cheaper 

GIVE ‘EM HELL SHIRT - that sexy, sexy heather oxblood color with gold ink. i am OBSESSED with how these turned out! very soft too. tbh I’d wear this but red isn’t my color 

TRANS PEOPLE ARE BELOVED ringer neck t-shirts! a few more sizes available now, along with one misprint (heavy ink). also some random colors and sizes from a reprint of these back in summer.

WOLF/FIRE/SWORD t-shirts- these are back! beautiful dark forest green shirt printed with gold ink. one second available, too, if you’d like a large, don’t mind runny ink, and don’t wanna break the bank

and last, a restock of the CROSSED SWORDS NECKLACE. lots o’ love poured into these! listing is updated with pictures of the current batch of necklaces (seriously if you get/got one of these i wanna hear your thoughts)

STICKERS N’ PATCHES ALSO AVAILABLE IN MY SHOP

THANKS FOR LOOKIN’! stay tuned for a flash sheet i might draw up later if you’re hopin’ to snag some designs from me, all for the DOG FUND! 

LAST: everything was made using what I had in stock, so sizing is a little bit all over the place & limited. if you notice your shirt size isn’t available and you’d like one, feel free to message me & i’ll see what i can do based on what resources are available locally 

XOXO THANKS FER LOOKIN’

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𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, fantasy au (?), slow burn, angst if you squint, ft co-worker jongho :)

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You’re finally starting to make ends meet when you start working at your school’s local café, but the world is so full of surprises.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader panics a bit(?)

𝐚/𝐧: I came up with this at 4am a couple days ago so it’s not my proudest, but I felt bad just letting it sit in my drafts so here you go :) enjoy!

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The gentle smell of freshly baked pastries, accompanied by the stronger aroma of ground coffee beans, wafted through the comfy café. There was a constant chatter as customers scattered around the joint whilst waiting, disguising the soft hum coming from behind the coffee machine. Your face was out of sight, except your hair peeked out above the espresso machine where you were pouring a latté, entertaining yourself by decorating a small heart in the foam. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as your eyes turned to soft crescents when soft wisps of your hair had fallen out of your bun and across the sides of your forehead. The steam floating from the cup caressed your hands as you picked up the mug along with an assortment of macaroons. 

“Order for Julie: four macaroons, a chai latté, and an espresso affogato, extra dry!” You announced through the coffee shop, turning a few heads. 

You made your way back to the station to continue other orders but stopped as you noticed something missing; you had run out of cinnamon to top off drinks. Your coworker ought to know where another carton would be, so you turned towards the kitchen to find him wrist-deep in bread dough. 

“Jongho, where are the extra containers of cinnamon again?”

“Oh, those are in the grey cabinet below the pastry display,” he smiled back, all the while kneading the dough. 

Flashing him an ‘ok’ sign, you headed back to the front of the shop. You hadn’t been working at the Crescent Café very long, but you happened to be a pretty fast learner, according to Jongho; you could make latte art before other trainees could even make a latte. Quickly getting back to work, you served a customer until something caught you eye whilst jotting down an order on your notepad; had the writing been on your wrist all day? It must just be something I wrote down earlier, you thought.

As the sun made its way towards the horizon, you returned to the comfort of your small apartment to freshen up, eat dinner, and momentarily forget your academic responsibilities— homework, ugh-- before heading to school again the next day. You entered you apartment with a relived sigh and threw your keys onto a nearby dresser, mumbling "I'm home" to nobody in particular. Too lazy to go to your room, you simply undressed as you walked towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind you. Note to self: clean that up later. 

The moment you stepped into the shower, your shoulders loosened as the hot water washed away your tension. The writing on your wrist caught your eye again. Scrutinizing the messy handwriting, you saw what seemed to be a shopping list. 

“Eggs, lucky charms, and aftershave,” you read aloud. 

Aftershave? I don’t use that. Could it be… you were lost thought, not noticing the warm steam filling the bathroom. You rubbed at your soapy skin frantically in an attempt to wash off the pen, to no avail. Lately, although rarely, you’d started to notice small bruises or random marks on your skin; you’d never seen writing, though. You briefly wondered if there was possibly another person causing this, but you only saw such things in movies or books... right? 

Your heart rate started to pick up, and a heavy sensation built up in your chest. It isn’t possible, it can’t be. The cramped space of your shower started to feel suffocating. Nearly slipping, you jumped out of the shower and dried yourself off. You got dressed in whatever shirt and sweats you found hanging around your bedroom. Was something wrong with you? Am I imagining things? I’m not going crazy, right?  Worrisome thoughts flooded your mind as you spiralled deeper into a panic. Calm down. Don’t skip to conclusions. You threw yourself onto the bed. In and out. It’s that simple, you consoled yourself. Slowly but surely, you felt your heart come to a rest. 

When you lifted your hand up above your head the writing was still there, unchanged. So you weren’t losing your mind. Could somebody else be the cause of this? Was someone else somehow writing on your skin? No, you felt stupid for even considering the thought; otherworldly things like that only happened in comics or movies. Nevertheless, it was the only possibility that made sense to you in the moment. You let your curiosity get the best of you, and paced towards the living room to grab a pen off the coffee table. On your right hand, you simply wrote "Hi," in hopes of eliciting some sort of response.

The following day proved to be a rather sunny, warm Monday, but you had to spend your time in a closed lecture hall. The cold-toned ceiling lights were much too bright for your liking, and the monotonous professor spouted information maybe only a handful of people were genuinely listening to. That morning, you had woken up to find the list on your wrist gone, leaving only your own message from the night before. You started to think you'd really had a hallucination of some sort. 

Half an hour into the lecture, you were already bored out of your mind and absentmindedly sketching intricate doodles on your notebook. I should just give up on biochemistry and become an artist, you mused to yourself. You remained focused on your art, while marks started to take shape on the back of your hand. Your soft eyes widened almost comically at the sight, and you shot a brief look to the people around you to make sure they hadn’t seen anything. Whipping your head back to your hand, you saw that the words stopped writing themselves, leaving a short message saying “Am I going nuts?” 

Wondering the same thing yourself, you jotted down a response below it: “I dunno, you tell me,” followed by a cheeky smiley face. If this really was real, you might as well make a good first impression. 

Weeks trickled into months as you made short exchanges with your newly discovered friend. Some nights you would write “good night” followed by a drawn heart, earning a sweet “sleep well” in return. You would frequently wake up to thoughtful words written on the palm of your hand, or you'd kindly ask your companion how they were doing when you had a quiet day at work. Even so, all you had learned about this person was their name, age, and that they were a student as well. Yunho was a twenty-one-year-old elementary education major with a minor in physiology-- he also worked as a dance teacher on weekends. You still didn’t know much about each other, so the messages never went further than greetings and simple conversations. 

Be that as it may, you liked it like that. Your relationship wasn’t complex; it felt comfortable and pure, and you didn’t want to change it.

Mellow spring afternoons at the café had always been your favourite. The wispy clouds in the sky were painted a buttery yellow by the slowly setting sun, and a steady stream of nearby students stopped by for coffee. Your new friend had sweetly noted "It's golden hour. Made me think of you," on your palm, leaving you in a bubbly mood. You had started your shift by drawing a heart on your wrist, hoping your secret companion would see it. 

You worked by the espresso machine as usual, humming to yourself as always. The bell rang, indicating that customers had arrived; it was a group of what seemed to be three guys and a girl. 

“We’ll be right with you!” you called. You turned towards the kitchen.  “Jongho, can you take their orders?” Silence. “Pretty please? I need to clean up my station.” you persisted. 

“Fine, yeah,” you heard your colleague grumble. 

As you tidied up behind the machine, you felt as though someone was watching you from the counter. You lifted your head curiously, meeting a pair of inquisitive doe eyes coloured a soft hazelnut brown. The warm eyes instantly turned into friendly half-moons as the boy smiled shyly upon being caught staring. You hurried back to cleaning up your station, hoping to hide the pink tint of your cheeks, but the red shade consuming your ears gave you away. 

Jongho handed you the cups for their orders and walked over to the pastry display. You got started on a hot chocolate and three iced americanos, getting back into your “barista brain,” as you liked to call it. After finishing the drinks, you called out "Three iced americanos, a hot chocolate, and two blueberry muffins!” 

You turned around to grab straws, and you overheard one of the guys say “I’ll grab ‘em, you guys can stay here.” You made your way back to the counter, looking up only to be met with the boy from earlier. Butterflies littered your stomach, fluttering up into your chest. “Oh, um, here are some straws,” you smiled gingerly.

“Thanks. Could I please get a sleeve as well?” he asked, “For my hot chocolate.”

“Of course!”

As you handed him the cardboard sleeve, his hands caught your eye. Not only were they the most beautiful hands you'd ever laid eyes on, but the boy had a heart drawn on the valley of skin between his left thumb and wrist, exactly where you had drawn one on your own hand just a while earlier. He seemed to recognize the message on your palm as well; a confused expression ghosted over his face. Gathering all your courage, you nodded towards his hand and did your best to form a coherent sentence. “That’s—”

“Your heart,” he interrupted, “Right?” 

You giggled softly in response, barely containing your excitement.

“Right,” you smiled down at your feet in an attempt to hide the bashful grin that pulled at your lips. A hand popped up in front of you.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. My name’s Yunho-- Oh, but you know that already, don’t you?” Yunho chuckled sheepishly. You looked up and slipped your hand into his, shaking it gently. His hands were warm, fingertips ever so soft.

“Nice to meet you too.”