#like there is a few other big stores nearby but all of them are basically inaccessible by foot

[rnaeborowski]

theyve closed both big grocery stores in the nearby mall bc they werent making a profit :/ we love to see when companies prioritize profit over providing a good sortiment of foods to low income areas

[ohmygraves]

the day you eloped with simon, you reminisced about the relationship, all while your hand poking a fork into the grocery store cake he bought bought to celebrate the union.

you didn't have a lot, and had only dated for a few years with him. marriage wasn't really in your mind, though simon was probably your best partner out of everyone you've dated so far. being in the military didn't give simon much time to see you, but somehow the two of you still find time to talk and spend time together in some ways.

simon didn't have many assets he could call his. your shared flat was basically mostly your stuff, and everything else was something you use together. he's more practical, didn't like spending things for himself, and you never really want to ask him for things, even if you know he'd buy you anything you want in a heartbeat.

one night, you two talked about it. eloping. he didn't like parties, and he thinks it's a waste of time and money. you didn't have a great relationship with your family either, and haven't been in contact with them for years, eloping felt right to you.

he got you a ring a few weeks later, and a day later, you two had a small courthouse ceremony, attended by some of your closest friends and simon's.

everything was modest, nothing fancy. something about not having a big ceremony or dressing up super fancy felt fitting with simon. just a ceremony and drinks at a nearby bar, simple as that. you try to push the thought that you wanted something more, simply wanting to enjoy the moment.

you two returned late at night, tired and tipsy, stumbling into your flat as you giggled, taking a seat on the floor by the front door as soon as you got inside. simon carried you, kissing you and holding you close, your rings clicking against each other. he carries you to the kitchen, smiling as he placed you on the counter.

"i know you wanted something more than this, love..."

you felt bad, simon always knows what you're thinking.

"'salright... i understand."

he gave you another kiss, his hand taking yours, bringing it close to his lips. for a moment, he pressed his lips against your ring.

"let's celebrate... just us two."

he opens the refrigerator, pulling out a cake and taking out two forks from the drawer. it was a white, square cake with a text on it, celebrating you two eloping.

"i know this isn't much, i'm sorry. i really love you, sweets."

you kissed him back, telling him that it's okay. now you two are husband and spouse, and that's all that matters to you.

[lab1rynth]

YAN!PRETTYBOY

(100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL)

Yan!Prettyboy who you saw one day while scrolling through Tumblr, he had posted a Yandere x Reader that had honestly captivated you. You loved the character and you had wanted more content like that, so you clicked follow and binged all of his fics.

Yan!Prettyboy who you started interacting with more often, you became a regular! Talking to him through anon almost every single day when you could, just doing check ups and flirting with him here and there, sometimes sending in requests. You had gotten quite close to him, he was basically apart of your daily routine at this point.

Yan!Prettyboy who you dmed and talked to for a bit, before figuring out, wow you guys live nearby each other! He was a 30 minute drive away from where you lived, which had honestly excited you. You could probably stop by, if he'd allow you, of course.

Yan!Prettyboy who you met a few months later at his farm, he showed you around and let you see all of the animals, the sheep, chickens, horses, bunnies, cows. Hell, he even introduced you to his cats, which you could tell were honestly quite spoiled by the way they acted around him.

Yan!Prettyboy who was honestly a lot taller than you expected, you new he was 6'8 but you couldn't exactly comprehend it until you stood next to him. It was similar to his accent, you couldn't really comprehend how he'd sound until you heard him, his deep, yet loud voice mixed with his country accent making you blush every time he spoke to you.

Yan!Prettyboy who takes you out to dinner so you can eat before your car ride home, he made sure to pay for the dinner, despite your protests. He's the one who brought you there, after all!

Yan!Prettyboy who decides to give you his number before you leave, giving you a big hug before you enter your car and drive off. The next day you ask if you could visit again, why would he say no? You guys met up again and just went for a walk, the town center was nearby so you both just strolled along, talking to each other and looking at the different stores.

Yan!Prettyboy who you see almost everyday for the next few months, if not face-to-face, then over the phone. He tells you that you are one of the closest people to him now, that he honestly enjoys your company. You feel quite honored and tell him the same.

Yan!Prettyboy who after being bored all day, decides to try to find your social media's. With a little work, he found most of them, he would definitely use them to do stuff you enjoy with you! You post something about your favorite restaurant, he's taking you there. You post something about a hobby of yours, he's into the hobby too. You post something about someone else that you like, he's finding their social medias and sending them a few 'friendly' messages.

Yan!Prettyboy who shows up to your house one day with a basket of baked goods, fruits from his farm, and candies, handing them to you for you to eat. He told you that they were just a symbol of gratefulness towards you for being such a kind friend to him, you smile and accept the gift basket that he made you.

Yan!Prettyboy who starts writing about you, every time he writes a yandere story he keeps you in mind as the reader, he thinks of you as the person his characters would fall in love with, you're just so...perfect.

Yan!Prettyboy who decides to confess to you after a while, telling you how you're the only thing that's been on his mind, the only thing that matters to him. That surprised look on your face frightened him, and honestly his fingers were crossed, he hoped to the gods that you loved him back.

[kedreeva]

On one side of me is an elderly couple I never see, and to the other side down the road is a little 4-spot apartment complex we call The 4plex. It's very small- I've only been in one of them, but it was basically a 1-bedroom apartment. I have only met a couple of the tenants, ever, since I mind my own business and they mind theirs. A long while back, there was a couple there that used to have screaming matches in the middle of the night (11pm-1am usually). They disappeared shortly after I stormed the castle at 4am because someone was blasting her horn trying to get the tenant to come fight her. at 4am on a workday.

I have also never met the person who actually owns the 4plex. Today I heard a bunch of commotion over there, construction sounds or at least lots of sawing, and big machinery, so I took Bug out to go see what we could see. We found a bunch of trucks trimming and cutting down trees. Not bad, the pines over there cause me problems if a bird gets out. So I turn and go to get the mail before heading back in.

I'm about halfway across my property when I hear someone calling me. not by name, so I turn to see Some Guy bolting across my orchard to catch up to me. I stop, and he comes up slower and introduces himself as the owner of the 4plex, and explains that he's cleaning up the property, the trees and removing the old sheds no one uses, and getting ready to sell it. I introduced myself, and as if we are in a grocery store checkout line, he begins to tell me a bunch of information while I nod along, and when I notice Bug is under his feet, I ask him to hold still, and point her out. He had not noticed her at all.

I scooped her up and introduced her, and let him hold her. He took a few pictures and I said, she's a baby peacock. That's when something clicked and he went from kind of tired and polite to excited and happy. He took more pictures. I offered to let him come see the other birds, so he came back and pet Stan, and fed Indie some peanuts out of his hand. I gave him the peafowl eggs I found in the pens we visited, and a dozen quail eggs from the quail, and sent him on his way, assuming I would likely never see him again.

just now I was out in Indie's pen, lying in the grass with Bug, watching the puffy white clouds inch across the clear blue sky, and listening to a little finch sing his heart out on a mulberry branch above me. Indie was preening nearby. Absolute peace.

Someone starts shouting my name from my driveway. It's Some Guy 4plex owner. He has returned. I call that I'm out in the pens, without getting up at all. He comes out and he's got a bag with him and he tells me I had got him an eggcellent breakfast, and really made his day (his week, his month), so he'd brought me a steak for dinner, and some corn. He sets down the bag and crouches to say hello to Bug again, and then tells me he showed his pictures to his sister in Texas and she didn't know what baby peafowl look like, either. Then said he's off to pay the tree removal folks, and disappeared again.

This is like the third interaction with neighbors I've had this month, after not talking to them for 10 years. I don't know what is going on.

[shitposting4squares]

Pizza Tower/Evil dead crossover Peppino

He had to cut off his own hand to stop from turning into a pizza monster, and he’s mad as hell about it. Also I decided to give him a sleeve harness for his BIG HONKIN PIZZA CUTTER BUZZSAW cus it looked strange on the end of his more noodle looking arm. And this gives him more heft and motion. I’ll put what I’ve got so far about the au under a readmore.

So a chain restaurant opens in a historic landmark, the tower, where during renovation they accidentally unearth an ancient spooky power. Which gets harnessed by the human who would soon become PizzaHead.

Setting off a very monkey's paw be careful what you wish for situation, cus the guy basically wanted a “pizza empire”. He meant that in terms of creating a huge and wealthy corporation, but the tower magic took it literally. So now not only is it spawning armies of pizza monsters, but Pizzahead has the power to turn humans into more pizza monsters.

So he starts by inviting all the owners of the local businesses to the restaurant part of the tower for a little get together before the grand opening.Targeting them first to cut down the competition and ensure the maximum amount of customers would instead be visiting his restaurant. This being the moment that first gets everyone scared, as a 6+ foot tall man made out of cheese with a pizza for a face bursts into the restaurant. Acting like some kind of unhinged cartoon clown, and trying to get the people who haven't eaten the free pizza yet to try some. Though it seems like his presence speeds up the pizza monster transformations. As the ones who were infected start to turn, while Gustavo, Mr. stick, and Peppino escape into the tower.

So in this instance, the bosses are other humans who showed up to the party and got turned into pizza monsters as part of Pizzaheads army. Like pepperman used to be the owner of an arts and crafts store. Vigilante was a farmer who restaurants would sometimes buy meat and veggies from locally. Noise and Noisette were a young couple involved in journalism who were covering the opening of the new restaurant. And some of the other one-off monsters could be other local business owners.

Peppino never ate any of the pizza, but he did get a slice of it shoved into his hand by pizzahead when he showed up and terrified everyone by being an unhinged pizza monster, and it took him a moment before dropping it. So after a bit of adventuring, it turns out his hand is infected, and he's gotta cut it off to keep the pizza transformation from spreading. As his screaming and comically slamming his cheese and pepperoni hand on various walls does little more than stun the cheese hand in a cartoony sorta way (Like with stars spinning over it’s head).

After a building of panic as the cheese starts to spread over his wrist, he cuts it off in a grocery store-like location within the tower with a industrial strength pizza cutter, that is really more like a big buzzsaw, splattering himself with his own blood. Though the pizza monsters are threatening to break in, so he attaches the big buzzsaw to his stump arm, and goes on a blind rage chainsaw massacre style rampage. Eventually collapsing from blood loss and overexertion in the abandoned looking Bruno's pizza when it looks like he’s killed all the monsters nearby.

He wakes up with something trying to force his mouth open, and it's his severed cheese hand. He tries to kill it, but it tricks him into screaming and it's able to get into his mouth. He tries to puke it out, but instead he pukes out a whole grey shirt Peppino clone, which he screams at, it screams back, and it melts into inert goo. He vomits a few more times, with a similar outcome of spawning a short lived lumpy looking clone of himself, and he's able too look inside his mouth in a reflective surface, and his mouth and throat is full of goopy hands. No longer made of cheese, but more looking made out of melty rubber skin. So he quickly boils a pot of water and drinks the boiling water while screaming and swearing much like how it goes down in army of darkness, with the clones screaming as the boiling water hits them. A very brief moment for Peppino to catch his breath, hoping it's over, but then stuff starts growing under his skin, and he undergoes a rapid, but disturbing mitosis.

The two Peppinos pulling apart and falling to the ground. With Peppino having a moment of excitement as his hand has grown back

But he spots his doppelganger and scrambles to his feet, fake Peppino currently being a perfect mirror of him. Matching Peppino’s looks and movements exactly. Peppino takes a moment to process how weird this is, doing stuff like moving his arm and hand, with Fake Peppino mirroring the motion, before trying to back away slowly. But when he takes a step back, fake pep steps forward. And again. Before Peppino tries to book it, and fake pep lunges after him, causing him to scream, and fake pep screams back, revealing himself as a warped goo monster, and the chase is on. And that’s as far as I’ve got with the au so far. Can let me know if you have any ideas to expand on the au with.

[were-wolverine]

street kid dick au

aka some more stuff for a different au i have

ROBIN (dick grayson)

BLUEJAY (jason todd)

SPARROW (tim drake)

plot stuff below:

bruce never goes to the circus. he reads about the flying graysons in the paper a few days later, but by then dick is lost to the system. he’s put in what is essentially juvie, because social services was full, but escapes after a few days and hides out in Park Row.

a few families in Crime Alley let him stay with them in exchange for help with their kids/work/ etc. he never stays too long because he doesn't want to be a burden, but it keeps him going for a few years. eventually everyone in the area knows him and loves him like their own.

after a while of that, he ends up at Ma Gunn's School for Boys. he's a progidy- good at avoiding detection and light on his feet. he makes a great pickpocket for Ma Gunn

dick, in the meantime, is still working on his plan to go after tony zucco. the lessons help, though he only steals from people who are obviously well-off. he makes sure all the boys at the school get fed, and anonymously leaves money for the people nearby that are clearly struggling. he's a sort of Robin Hood (pun intended) figure in crime alley

anyway, flash forward a bit. dick has been working for Ma Gunn for almost a year, and has been looking out for the vulnerable people in his section of crime alley, and the other kids in Ma Gunn's "school"

enter one jason todd, 12 years old and dropped off by the Batman. him and dick become fast friends, and jason joins dick in his robin hood role

one day they realize Ma Gunn is doing far worse things than they thought (IDK SMTH BAD). jason convinces dick to let him contact batman and he agrees, but only after getting out as many kids as he can

the school is shut down, but they stay in the area and decide to protect Crime Alley themselves if batman won't do it. they don the masks more to protect their faces than to hide their identities. dick goes by Robin and jason goes by Bluejay

they become the vigilantes of Crime Alley, but they also help as their civilian selves by babysitting, helping out at stores/restaurants, teaching some basic self defense, etc.

batman eventually confronts them but they come to an agreement. tim, instead of fixating on and following batman, follows robin and bluejay. he realizes robin is dick grayson the same way as in canon but doesn't really have anything to do with the information (aka he doesn't figure out batman's identity)

dick and jason corner tim one night and are basically like "oh shit we gotta adopt this poor kid" when he explains himself. so they kiiiinda kidnap him (he agrees to go but like the cops don't know that). bruce definitely knows dick and jason's identities, and knows they took in tim but honestly agrees tim is better off with them than his absent parents (plus he knows he couldn’t stop them even if he tried)

(tim essentially goes missing according to the police, but it takes a while before anyone even notices he's gone- which just convinces them they did the right thing)

they have an actual apartment (it's not nice or big but it's comfortable and safe enough to live in) and a few safe houses across the Alley, and tim slowly becomes ingrained in the community they've built

(if anyone notices the new kid looks a lot like the missing Drake boy, they don't mention it)

dick and jason train tim and eventually clear him for patrol. he takes the name Sparrow.

jason never finds out about his bio mom (sheila haywood) but he is still taken by the joker and beaten with a crowbar (in gotham, not ethiopia). dick and tim find him just in time but he’s close to dying- even flatlines once- but they get him to the batcave & medical attention in time.

once jason is stable, dick goes back out on his own to confront the joker. since, in this au, dick was never raised by bruce, he’s a lot more morally grey. ergo, he kills the joker after jason almost dies by his hand.

jason and tim are honestly both like “good riddance” cuz, again, not raised by bruce. bruce himself is super pissed but dick (with tim’s help) gives a whole argument with a slideshow and statistics n everything. bruce cuts contact for a while but the three of them don’t give much of a shit, they still stop by the manor to see alfred and keep him company when bruce is out.

(alfred was in the army and worked for fucking MI5, the only thing he’s disappointed about is that dick, a child, had to kill the monster bruce refused to)

after dick kills the joker, jason stays in the manor with alfred for a while to recover. dick and tim visit as often as they can, even separately, and at any time of day. after a few months jason is able to go back to their apartment in crime alley, but is still benched until he’s fully healed. during that time he acts as their ‘man in the chair’ and learns a couple new languages to pass the time.

sidenote: babs has been working with bruce as batgirl for a few years (she starts at 16) when she is paralyzed by the joker and becomes oracle. the joker stuff with jason happens when she’s 19, but she’s doing a semester abroad for college at the time. she only meets the boys after she gets back, while jason is still at the manor recovering. jason and babs become good friends, and she teaches him how to hack/code/work with computers.

LATER

steph (14) comes in about a year later as spoiler, and pretty much forces bruce to make her his sidekick (babs gives her the batgirl mantle). dick (18), jason (16) and tim (13) meet her pretty much the same way they met babs- at the manor while visiting alfred.

tim and steph become best friends, as do babs and dick. jason is friends with both steph AND babs, but his brothers are his best friends. anyway, through those connections (bruce to the girls to the boys) they are introduced to the young hero teams. dick (18) and wally (19) become besties and so do jason (16) and roy (17).

[thevanillerose]

CAGE | YANDERE!TOMA x READER | AMNESIA

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His forehead. His chest. His crotch.

He pressed his whole body taut against the bars, gripped the cold metal, and stared at you with amber eyes.  

“Seeing you like this...it's a bit of a turn on, I'll be honest...”

Shuddering, you only pulled your knees closer to your chest. The moonlight that managed to filter in to his bedroom through such darkness graced the two of you. It was late.

How long had you been inside this cage? How long had you been Toma's unwilling prisoner?

The weeks only blended together into one big stretch of vague time. There was no coherence to any of it anymore. Though what did time really matter when you were just trapped in one place, enduring the same thing every day?

“[Y/N]. Look at me.”

Your reluctance was evident. Your heart pounded every time he spoke, and honestly, every time he didn't. Whenever he was in the same room as you, it made you go completely tense and silent. When he was gone, which was a rarity, you would be able to breathe a little, and talk to Orion openly.

The little fae had tried to protect you but had little luck. Toma ultimately decided what was going to happen, and that was precisely what happened. He loved that fact of course, since he had spent long enough himself worrying about other people ruining you.

No longer. Now you weren't going anywhere, and he was in control.

At first he had been rather kind about it all, at least in his own humble opinion. However, as your stubbornness and refusal to cooperate had started to grate on him, he eventually dropped the efforts to be so sweet, swapping them for a harsher approach.

If he wanted you to be somewhere, he'd grab you and tow you there himself.

If you begged him to let you go, he'd laugh, and maybe kick the cage just to give you a fright.

If he saw you futilely trying to chip away the bars that surrounded you, he'd threaten to open it up and 'discipline' you for it.

Sometimes he followed through. Granted, the most he would do was pin you down underneath him, but he'd always couple it with squeezing your limbs tightly, or biting down on your neck, leaving bruises and bite marks that were refreshed often enough that they never got the chance to leave.

“I'm doing this because I love you.”

He often told you that, but it never stuck of course. How could you possibly believe him? He was basically torturing you, and yet he wanted to pretend like it was justified? Lovers didn't lock up the ones they cared about, did they?

It made you afraid, because despite becoming more and more obedient towards him, it seemed that with every passing day he was becoming more and more unstable. It got you imagining what might come at the end of it all.

Would he kill you?

Toma loved you. It was a twisted, fucked up way of loving someone, but you still didn't doubt that his feelings were genuine.

Yet you also felt like your time was running out. Nothing you did, no way in which you acted would ever be good enough.  

He was never your boyfriend, even if he pretended to be. You couldn't convincingly love him like he desired.

Eventually he would-

“We can't let this go on, [Y/N]!” Orion insisted urgently once Toma was gone again. He'd stated that he needed to go and pick up a few snacks from the nearby convenience store, and of course, that he would be right back and that you shouldn't even think about going anywhere. Heaven forbid if you did.

Turning to glance at your companion, you just shook your head.

“No...that's not possible...it's just not possible...”

Hope was leaving you bit by bit. Putting your face in your hands, you let out a sorrowful sigh and flopped back against the bars of the cage.

Instantly you heard a metallic creak. Jolting, you sat up and looked around to see that one of the bars had been knocked loose. It was the same one you often picked away at when Toma wasn't looking, though you had given up on the effort a while back.

Was it possible that you had managed to make an impact after all?

“[Y/N] look at that! Push it, you'll be able to squeeze out through there! Hurry, before he comes back!!”

This was crazy, wasn't it? But what choice did you have? The cage was already damaged, Toma was going to be mad either way.

You were as well taking your only chance while you had it.

So, with a hefty push you managed to dislodge the bar entirely, and quickly urged your body through the open gap, crawling out onto the carpet. Immediately you made a beeline for the door, leaving the apartment as fast as you possibly could.

The convenience store really wasn't too far away, and he wasn't buying much. Several minutes had already passed since he left too, and so you knew you were thin on time.

Your feet pounded ceaselessly on the road and carried you along as fast as they could. Turning down a side alleyway, you pressed one hand to the wall and leaned against it, panting desperately, finally catching your breath again.

“Haa...haa...”  

I did it. I...I'm free!

 A relieved little smile spread across your face. Now you wouldn't have to suffer as his prisoner any longer. You would be safe--

THUD.

 Followed by a crinkle. The sound of a plastic bag deflating slightly after it dropped to the ground.

 “...I should have known you would do this to me. I've come to trust you too much, [Y/N].”

 Flinching, tears immediately began welling up in your eyes. You turned yourself to face him with much reluctance...

 Toma stood there, glaring at you with shaded eyes.

 “You seem to be content with breaking my heart again and again. Just when I was starting to think you were coming around, you go ahead and do this.”

 “T-Toma...” you stuttered nervously. “I...”

 He paused, touching his face and sighing, brushing back his hair and letting his eyes glimmer under that same array of moonbeams.

 “You what? You don't care, is that it? I would believe it.”

 The tall blonde haired boy began approaching, standing so much higher than you, you felt like you were shrinking with every single step.

 Both of his arms raised.

 “Come back with me. Be good for me...”

I can't!

 You couldn't. You really couldn't. So you ran for it. Or, you tried.

 One arm looped around your waist firmly, and his other hand snagged your hair, tugging the strands right by your scalp and hauling your whole head back until it bumped against his shoulder. While you were yelping and crying, he leaned into your ear.

 “Even after I gave you a chance, you still disobeyed me. What am I going to do with you?”

 “P-please don't do anything!!” you squeaked, and he just chuckled lowly. You could feel every word he spoke against your skin.

 “No? I should just let you off the hook because you're cute? I don't think so...”

 A kiss met your cheek, a little on your neck. He made his mark and pulled back only when he was breathless, running his tongue to the corner of his lip and pausing, before smiling eerily.

 His hand suddenly slid down from your hair just so it could clamp right around the back of your neck, and he shoved you forwards beside him, pushing you along towards the alley entrance.

 “W-wait!! Toma-! Toma please, PLEASE!!”

 In response to your screams he only squeezed your neck harder from where he was holding it, and proceeded back to the apartment.

 You were literally thrown inside his room when he got there, left to desperately scramble to stand up and get away. Toma simply let out a cruel bout of laughter when he saw you huddling back against the wall.

 “Hahaha! Adorable...All you do is manipulate and manipulate, and yet here you are looking for sympathy? Do you expect you're going to get any?”

 “P-please-” you squealed and huddled up even smaller as his shadow grew upon you, his looming figure walking over closer and closer.

 “I'm afraid that's not how it works...”

 He stopped when he reached you.

 “I'm going to hurt you just like you hurt me.”

 When you looked up in terror, you could see his eyes glowing. His pupils had never looked so sharp, his grin so wide.

 Dropping to his haunches, he took your chin between his fingers, leaning in until his lips pressed to your ear, and all you could hear was his menacing whisper of a threat.  “I'm going to break you, [Y/N]...”

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[sunflowerrboyy]

Would just like to say that this storm in SoCal is the perfect example of incompetence.

Not from the community though.

It has now been 11 (eleven) days without snow plows. San Bernardino County is offering shelter and food at the local high school and other places but the people (including me and my family !) can't even get there because the roads aren't plowed.

The National Guard is supposedly up here but we haven't seen or heard any sign of them.

We've had one grocery store a town over have the entire roof collapse from the weight of the snow.

As a total, my area has gotten over 9 (NINE) feet of snow in just under two weeks.

Gas leaks have begun everywhere because the pipes are shifting from the snow. Two houses that I know of have burned (basically exploded) from gas leaking and the fire department can't get there in time, because the roads haven't been plowed.

The community has turned to help each other though, offering to shovel snow off of decks and roofs to prevent collapse, offering extra food, water, firewood, medicine, pet food. We can't get down the mountain because the roads haven't been plowed and those who are able to find a way down can't get back up.

People need medicine, food, water, heat. We had a diabetic just around the corner who ran a high fever and thankfully made it to the local hospital in time. An emergency CAT plow had to come, but it still took a long time for it to get through the snow. 911 is useless at the moment, they are two to three (2-3) days behind emergency requests. If you're in trouble, you're on your own.

In the meantime, the news is showing lovely helicopter footage of the pretty snow covered mountains (I'm tired of hearing helicopters overhead every 15 min) and San Bernardino County is patting themselves on the back during press conferences saying how good of a job people are doing to help with relief. They have done NOTHING. And the sheriff (who doesn't have jurisdiction over this issue) is trying to deny the hospital helicopter from taking off and landing up in the mountains because there "is too much air travel so it would be dangerous to have this helicopter in the air" but all of the news helicopters doing nothing are perfectly fine. That helicopter has saved lots of lives so far and is the only way down the mountain for those in desperate medical need.

There have been unprecedented avalanches in nearby mountain communities. Forest falls, just below Big Bear, has no water. An avalanche took their water tower out.

The mountain communities need plows. Yes, food and water and shelter are nice in theory, but get us PLOWS. If people can get down the mountain and around town to help others, that would be the best way to get through this.

My family has enough food and heat, thankfully. But we only planned for 2 weeks when we heard of the storm. It's been 11 (ELEVEN) days. The only news we've heard of a plow coming is within 1-2 weeks at minimum. We might run out of dog food, cat food, firewood. And what about other people who didn't stock up or didn't have the money to stock up? What about short time rental users who excepted to be up here for a few days and are stranded without supplies?

Get the mountain communities plows.

[thenightlymirror]

I’ve been intending to write, but it has been a very stressful month.

May is always the busiest month at a cemetery. Mother’s Day through Memorial Day. (No one cares about Father’s Day.) Harper has been especially stressed out and is looking for a new job. Anywhere. There was an opening with the awful manager I had at the other cemetery, and I advised her to just please don’t. Go to the funeral side instead. Anything else.

I believe where I left off, Veronica had said that I make as much as she does, as far as the lifestyle I am accustomed to. Then she handed me a file and told me to just… do the work for her because she had money to make. Great stuff.

Then, Ricky took some customer’s payment for a single upright, which we don’t allow at all in our cemetery, and charged them about half price for it. I said no. They delivered the marker from New Jersey 24 hours later. I said that’s never going in the ground.

Somewhere around this time, we found out the superintendent was quitting. I should have known, because ground stopped installing markers for me entirely. There was a shipment from a nearby dealer of a dozen markers, and then several dozen from our supplier. I asked for these to be done, then I asked for a few specific stones to be installed. Two weeks passed.

They didn’t do anything. If this sounds familiar, it might be because this is that other cemetery’s superintendent’s son. So, this shoe has been about to drop for sixth months. Of course, my bosses did nothing to plan for it.

So, frustrated, I go to the back where we store all our monuments to take pictures of what’s been left there, and I notice, where the fuck is that monument from New Jersey?

Guillermo, my guy in the mausoleum, tells me to follow him in the golf cart. He takes me to a garden at the far end of the cemetery and there it is. It… installed itself. Like some kind of miracle. It just walked to where it wanted to go and planted itself in the ground.

Now, I was sworn to secrecy, but, felt the need to report this miracle to my boss. Maybe he could call the Vatican, or National Geographic, or Chabad or something.

Or maybe Ricky just paid off some of our guys to install this illegal monument and nothing else for two weeks.

That got me real pissed. We had a meeting the next day, and the boss basically said, nothing. He always says nothing.

I have a few markers that I’ve been asking to get installed for weeks. I bring it up every morning. I’m saying there’s a lot of families that are very upset. Big Jim says, “Families are always upset.”

[tothefiniteyou]

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.

had to think real hard on this because i kept thinking up boring things hmm... since this entire blog is tmnt-centered, I'll leave that out. I'll also try not to be too basic with my answers

1.) writing - kind of an obvious one I suppose, but it's something I've been doing as long as I can remember since literature was big in my upbringing. the social issues and other attributes contributed to it, as pen to paper tends to be easier than using words. being a part of a little community by doing fanfiction revitalized that passion :D

2.) learning about art history - it's why I took a film history and aesthetic class. I'm not really that big on watching "modern" films, but I really love old stuff. it's not necessarily about the acting or the traditional narrative, but rather the visual storytelling for me. I love the techniques gone into it, and it was fun getting to see it throughout the ages. the same can be said for music. I listen to virtually any genre and like to store little fun facts away

3.) little glass figures - this sounds so random but! they're so little guy to me... I'm the type of person to just search up images for things I like and sit for hours just staring and scrolling at them. little glass figures are something I feel like I have to always have nearby

4.) ball-jointed dolls - not a collector or anything, I just find them extremely neat. videos of people making them (either putting them together or painting the faces) are like baby sensory videos to me. I like how different a mold can really bring something to a character. I have an OC I'd really like to get a custom done of someday, too

5.) editing - not for my own writing, god. but I looooove editing other people's work(s) and peer-reviewing. not even just writing in the creative sense, but in general. at work I edit the official stuff all the time, design and promotional images as well.

thank you for the ask!! :) been in a bit of a slump the past few days, and this was fun to do!

[rhapsodybenny]

I thought of a story idea, but I don’t have an ending. Not because I don’t have one, but because I have *several.* You choose one!

The setup:

In an arbitrary setting, the hero learns that there’s some Big Bad Evil Guy taking over/destroying other dimensions one by one. They learn that their dimension has a MacGuffin which the BBEG really wants. So, they go on a quest to acquire it, and offer it in trade for the safety of their dimension. After trials and tribulations, they succeed, and the BBEG soon appears. They go to seek an audience, and offer the trade. The BBEG laughs, and reveals that all the different “dimensions” formed as a result of the Many Worlds Theory. Then:

1) They say, “But sure, I’ll take that trade! Give it here.” The hero passes it along, and the BBEG disappears. All is well for a while, but then the BBEG appears once again. The hero once again seeks an audience, this time to say “What the hell? I thought we made a trade?” The BBEG laughs, and says, “What trade? I’ve never made a trade with your universe.” The hero looks confused. “You must’ve made that trade with another party. I understand the confusion, though — I look like a lot of people. Well, not really — I just look like me. But that’s good enough, because there are *so* many of me.” Because dimensions keep on splitting while the BBEG is in them, there are multiple versions of them, all taking over different dimensions, and multiplying all the time. The hero only guaranteed safety from one branch of them among untold numbers. “I’m sorry that things didn’t work out. Maybe you should’ve negotiated better? I’d be happy to provide some tips as we work out your surrender.”

2) They say, “The *MacGuffin?* Oh, my, I can’t even express how long I’ve been looking for that. That’s quite a bargaining chip you have there. Pity that you just reduced its value to a simple convenience. After all, you see one MacGuffin, you’ve seen them all. Basically, what I’m getting at is... you *really* shouldn’t have let me see that.” Because there are infinitely many versions of the hero’s dimension, there are infinitely many MacGuffins. The trouble isn’t acquiring one, just finding a dimension where one exists — and since they just revealed to the BBEG that there’s one in their own dimension, the BBEG can get ahold of as many as they like by going to nearby ones. “Still, you’ve got two chips left — that one itself, and where you found it. How’d you like to trade them for two one-way tickets to a cold, dead universe? I know a *lovely* little spot on 2439-B’s Alpha Centauri where you should be able to live out your natural lives before being cooked by a solar flare.”

3) Combo of the last two: “Oh, that’s quite an offer. Let me talk with some people, and get back to you.” They then leave. A few days later, they come back, and start a hostile takeover of the hero’s universe. “Oh, I can see you’re confused. Well, you see, I don’t just need *one* MacGuffin. I need lots of them, because there are lots of me.” <Insert 1’s “many of me” thing.> “Luckily, you showed me where to get them. I was never going to trade with you — there was NOTHING stopping me from ripping it away. I’m happy to announce the official christening of your branch of universes as *my* branch’s armory. Every time a version of me needs a MacGuffin, I’ll just come and take over a version of your universe. However, I *am* a merciful being, especially when it works in my best interest. Take solace knowing this: there will always be one, single thread of existence that I never touch, to preserve my supply of MacGuffins. You could even consider it under my protection! Can’t let the cupboard run bare by letting the grocery store blow itself up. But for you, and your world, my friend, I’m afraid your time has come to an end.”

4) Underdeveloped, and also clashes with the setup, but it has the happiest ending: When the hero heard about the BBEG, he actually hadn’t taken over, or traveled to, a single other dimension yet — he was just making preparations within his own universe, albeit monumental ones which would obviously spread word of his intentions far and wide — an unfortunate, but necessary, side effect. In fact, this is his first dimension — but it’s also his last. Everything happens somewhere — when he looked at the (massive) list of dimensions he could travel to to take over, and clicked on one, there was a version of him for *each* choice in that list. Just a short while ago, he chose to travel here, but already there are invasions in progress throughout every single dimension in existence. “But sure, I’ll make that trade! I was planning to take this over and rest on my laurels, but if I have the MacGuffin this soon? I can leave, wind up in all the other universes, and use it to secure victory in even the dimensions that received warning. Your universe can go free — I’ll let the other me’s know not to travel here after we take over each universe together. You’ve earned my respect — you have the will to secure your safety at any cost, and have no tolerance for risk. You won’t see me again, but I look forward to the trouble other versions of you will bring me. Farewell!”

[alanacare]

NDIS Household Tasks

The household tasks NDIS category provides you with support from experienced NDIS providers in a range of essential domestic chores at whichever level you require.

These services are a great way to build your independence, while maintaining your home and garden. They are also an essential part of your NDIS support plan.

Cleaning

Cleaning is a big part of any household. It helps to know what to do and when, and a good cleaning routine can make life easier for everyone. The most basic chores, like vacuuming and dusting, should be done daily, whereas more involved jobs, such as scrubbing the bathroom grout or rearranging the dining room table, require a little more thought. You should also plan for seasonal cleaning projects, such as spring and fall gutter cleanouts and seasonal weeding of the garden.

There are many ways to go about it, but the best way to accomplish your cleaning goals is to create a master cleaning schedule, including daily, weekly and monthly tasks for each family member. This will help keep your sanity, and your house in pristine condition. It's also a great way to stay on top of the latest trends in cleaning technology, such as green cleaning products, eco-friendly home cleaning solutions and hygienic laundry methods.

Meal Preparation

Getting in the kitchen to prepare meals is an important part of a healthy lifestyle. It saves time, reduces stress and encourages nutrient-rich, healthy meals.

Typically, meal prep involves planning and shopping for a week of meals before cooking them. It can also involve making large batches to freeze or refrigerate, preparing ingredients for multiple dishes at once and portioning out foods as needed.

Overall, meal preparation is an important household task for most people. It can be time consuming, but it can be done with the right strategies.

Among households that included at least one adult, about three-quarters of women (76%) and two-in-ten men (20%) said they were the usual meal preparers. Dads were about twice as likely to say they split these tasks equally with other family members.

Meal Delivery

When you’re busy with work, kids and other household tasks, finding time to grocery shop, cook and clean up can be hard. But a meal delivery service is an easy way to get high-quality meals on the table without all of that stress.

In addition to helping you avoid trips to the supermarket, these services also save you a lot of time. They usually deliver meals that are ready to heat in just a few minutes, allowing you to spend less time cooking and more time relaxing.

Many of these services offer a variety of options to help you meet your nutrition goals on a weekly basis, including vegan, gluten-free, keto and paleo diets. These meal kits can also make it easier to regulate your fat, sugar and carbs on a regular basis.

Shopping

Shopping is a popular household activity that involves the purchase of a variety of goods and services. These may be sold in stores such as retail and grocery stores, online through e-commerce, or over the phone with catalogues or telemarketers.

The act of shopping can be a fun and educational experience for children, who have the opportunity to learn about different types of products and how they can be used to complete their own projects. Some examples of shopping worthy activities include choosing the best coffee shop for your java fix, visiting the nearby mall to peruse the latest trends in home decor and fashion, or scouring the internet for the best deals on household items like toys and clothing.

It is not uncommon for children to be dazzled by the many options and gizmos available at their fingertips, or to be swayed by a TV advertisement featuring an enticing sales pitch. The best way to ensure your child is not swayed is to make them responsible for their own task list by assigning a specific task and setting a timer. This will help the children learn to manage their own errands, and also teach them about the importance of accountability.

[soupbabe]

More Dano please! I need some chubby riddler stuff so bad!

New Clothes (Chubby! Edward Nashton x Reader)

Reader surprises Edward with new clothes

YESYESYES CHUBBY RIDDLER MY BELOVED <33 I GET SO EXCITED WRITING HIM

Warning: Some body insecurity on Eddie's end, but it shouldn't be much

While Edward did give you a spare key to his apartment, he never expected you to use it as often as you did. Especially when it came to you making yourself home when he wasn't there. It defeated the action's original purpose of getting you to spend more time with him, but your presence was never unwanted.

But today was different as Edward walked through the door. He shrugged off his one-size-too-big jacket, placing it on a nearby cluttered desk, and made a beeline to your arms. He soon noticed bags decorating his already messy floors. "What's this?" Your boyfriend questioned, peering over your shoulder to take a better look at the plastic bags. He could tell that they were from a popular clothing store in Gotham, but Edward never bothered going before. The clothes in this city were always too expensive and it's not like they carried his sizes anyway.

You backed away with a smile, "I was out shopping today and I wanted to get you a few things.." Soon you pulled out a couple of shirts from one bag, both shirts: One a basic dark green T-Shirt and the other a white dress shirt. "I know you get a lot of stuff second hand, but I wanted to get you newer and less baggy. Something that's yours and yours only." You gave him another bag full of clothes as you rambled, "A lot of it are work clothes, I think you deserve to look nice at the office and whatnot."

Edward's face was so warm he was sure his glasses would be steaming anytime soon. It's painfully easy to fluster him, but you spending money on him really did it for him. As soon as the adoration kicked in, so did the anxiety and insecurities.

Are you sure they'd fit him? You spent all this money on him and what if it all goes to waste? Sure he could pay you back, but oh nothing would be more embarrassing than this.

Your smile quickly disappeared among Edward's silence, "Are you okay, Eddie?" The man in question only looked at you hesitantly before speaking up, "Yeah, I'm just worried that these aren't going to fit. It's hard to find something my size around here and I'm not sure about this." You gently held Edward's hands and gave him a kiss, "I kept the receipt just in case. You have nothing to worry about, I promise you. You'll look handsome as ever."

It was hard for Eddie to doubt you when you talked to him like that.

You sat on your lover's bed as he turned around to change. It was something to get used to as his place didn't have much room to get ready for the day. As he was oblivious, you took the time to admire his form. He was soft in all sense of the word: his arms were big, both the fat and muscle tissue acting as your favorite pillows; his back adored itself with moles and the occasional patch of acne. It was hard for Edward to understand why you liked them so much, but it you always told him it was because it made him look human. It'd be hard to trust anyone without flaws anyways.

Soon enough, Edward spun around to face you, his brows furrowed in uncertainty. While the clothes fit and were comfortable, he wasn't used to something that wasn't baggy. At the local thrift store they had anything, included sizes big enough to hide in. It's hard to adapt at times when he doesn't have that option. As you looked at him in a white button up, it was difficult to not swoon over him.

Everything looked so right. It accentuated his curves just the way you thought it would. Your mouth slipped before you could stop it, "Oh Eddie you look so handsome." The man in question felt the familiar heat creep up his neck once more. "Really..? It's not too tight, isn't it?" You shook your head and immediately got up to wrap your arms around him. "Not at all...you look so good, I'm starting to wish I did this for you sooner."

Edward felt like mush in your grasp as he quickly went in with a kiss. Never before he felt like he's been so appreciate and adored. He'd try on anything you ask of him if it meant he got this attention from you again.

[randynova]

♡𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷♡

𝓖𝓾𝓷 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝐺𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝐺𝑜𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

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𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔(𝑠):𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡(𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝)! 𝐺𝑢𝑛

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“Why couldn’t this have waited until another day?” Gun muttered, unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slide off his taut frame, and neatly folding it, placing it onto the roof of his car. He was glad he hadn't put his jacket on, having left it in his passenger seat. “I can’t dirty my clothes again, [Name] will be mad if I get blood on it.” He rolled his broad shoulders until they released a satisfying crack, his thick muscles bulging as he stretched his arms across his scarred chest. Gun peered at a nearby store, the digital clock displaying in big white numbers, ‘7:45 PM’. He groaned, his lips curling into a scowl whilst his arms fell to his side. He didn’t have enough time to deal with this.

“Hmm, and it’s almost time for our date. Fuck.” Gun whispered to himself. He clenched his fists, narrowing his eyes at the man across from him. He removed his shades and revealed his dark gaze, placing his favorite accessory to his side as well. “I’ll make this quick, Goo. I have more important places to be.”

Goo laughed, grinning in his spot as he balanced a pole in his hands. He rolled his eyes, arching a brow at his partner. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Gun, maybe if you didn’t spend all your time by [Name]’s side, we could have dealt with this matter much earlier. That girl has you wrapped around her pretty little finger, huh?”

“Shut it,” Gun said, already racing towards the blonde and thrusting his fist, knuckles colliding with metal. Upon the cold sensation meeting his skin, he wanted to absolutely kill Goo and rip him to shreds. This would take longer than he wanted, wasting his already precious, short time. He backed off, having a considerable distance between the two, stretching his fingers a few times before clenching them again. He growled, spitting venomously,  “You just like picking fights.” 

“You did too. Before you met her, y’know,” Goo tutted, waving his finger in the air. He scoffed, voice low, “Who would’ve thought? Gun going soft for a girl. Psh, pathetic. Never thought I’d live to see the day...” The blonde trailed off, his face becoming stoic, his mind wandering. You truly had to be someone exceptional if you managed to have a guy like Gun to fall for you. He always wondered who you were, how you looked like, what you did, but Gun had kept you a secret from the world of crime. He hid almost every known trace abou you and tied every loose end that implicated you existed. No one knew who you were and no one could find you — unless Gun allowed them to. 

Goo found it so irritating how he was unable to know the girl who made such a notorious gangster go soft. 

He only met you once and that was by pure sheer luck; dropping by unexpectedly at one of Gun's apartments, only to be met with the sight of you. Seeing how Gun reacted, he knew you were supposed to be kept hush-hush. But boy, did he have a field day the next time he saw the man.

Goo had to meet you again. Or at least, know you more.

Only when Gun’s fist connected with Goo’s face did the man snap out of his thoughts, the impact of such force throwing him a few feet backwards. He dug his feet into the floor, a high-pitched screech coming from his shoes as the rubber burned against the pavement. With his sleeve, Goo wiped his cheek, seeing a speck of blood staining his clothes. Goo chuckled, standing up straight with a grin, “If I can remember right, you told me you got Eli Jang in trouble for basically the same thing. What was her name again? Heather?”

Goo blocked the upcoming attack, his pole raised and crossed above his face. He pushed Gun back with an effortless swing of the pole. He tilted his head and scratched the back of his head with his free hand. “How is [Name] any different from Heather? What does she have on you?”

Gun twisted his neck gently until he heard a crack, looking back at Goo as he hissed with venom, “Nothing.”

“Let me think, let me think….” Goo hummed, racking his mind for any possibility that someone like Gun would stay with a woman longer than one night. His face lit up and he broke out into a wide grin, pointing a finger at Gun. “Aha! You got the poor girl knocked up, right?! See, I always tell you to wear protection! Just couldn’t keep it in your pants, hm? Shaaame.” 

“Ugh, fuck no. I don’t want kids and neither does she. We made that clear at the beginning," Gun said with a sneer, annoyed beyond comprehension at Goo's antics. 

“Awe, I really thought she held something over you. How about this: I’ll stop fighting you if you tell me why you’re still with such a pretty girl like [Name]? Deal?" Goo offered, slinging the pole onto his shoulder. His eyes darkened as he spat maliciously, knowing each word would wind and rile Gun's emotions. "She deserves better than a perverted gangster, you both know that.”

Gun stayed silent, the corners of his lips tugging down into a frown. Goo’s last words struck a chord in him, sending a pang through his heart upon hearing an insecurity he’ll never admit to. Of course. Everyone told you to stay away from a man like Gun. People kept telling you you will only get hurt in the end, that a better man will come along and sweep you off your feet if you just waited, or you could always do better than him. But you never listened. You stayed by his side, even when the whole world looked down on you two. Even for months, he tried convincing himself he felt nothing for you, but after a while, he finally accepted that someone managed to tear down his walls and enter his hollow, cold heart — you. 

You were just a different kind of girl - no- a different kind of woman. A special woman he had the pleasure of meeting. One he wouldn’t dare let go of now that he has the privilege of calling you ‘mine’. And by any god out there, he won’t be a stupid fool to lose you.

Gun sighed. “I tell you and you’ll put this stupid fight behind us, right?”

Goo placed a hand over his chest, replying shortly, “You have my word.~”

“[Name] is just that special person you meet once in your life. One you know you can’t let go of because there isn’t another like her. Simple as that.”

“What?! Ugh, don’t be boring! Tell me more!”

“You asked why I  stayed with her and I told you.”

“Yeah, but I expected a story, not some sad attempt at an old man’s wise words.”

A low guttural sound rumbled in Gun’s throat, his eye twitching. “Maybe when I’m in a better mood I’ll tell you, but if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with my woman.”

Goo groaned and tossed his pole to the side, rolling his eyes and grumbling, "Fiiine, but you owe me a story. "

"Whatever—damnit," Gun looked at the clock once again and his face contorted into one of pure irate. "I'm late."

'8:12 PM'

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Your head rested on your hand, balancing a glass of wine between your fingers, twirling the cup as the liquid swished around. Your eyes were looking down on the glory of Gangdong, the shimmering, blinding lights of the city mesmerizing you. The city always looked beautiful at this time of night. You just wished you could enjoy it with the person you cherished. A sigh leaves your lips and you look away, eyes trailing to the other tables over the balcony. 

The lingering eyes of many strange men didn't faze you anymore, the two burly boys surrounding your table always making them avert their gaze as fast as it landed. A courtesy of your boyfriend, who was at least thirteen minutes late, who insisted on you needing to be guarded at all times. You knew if he were here, no one would dare to even breathe in your direction, let alone glance. 

The cool air pricked your skin and a shiver passed through your body, reminding you of where you were. For a man as smart as him, Gun tended to neglect keeping the season in mind when planning your dates. Nonetheless, you were happy he went out of his way to take you out on such a busy schedule. 

You jumped in your seat, snapping out of your thoughts. A jacket was wrapped around your frame, warmth immediately enveloping you as the fabric made contact with your bare skin. You looked up and smiled. 

Gun stood behind you, towering over your sitting form as he made sure you were nice and covered. His coat basically swallowed you whole. A small stuffed animal was tucked under his arm, it’s fluffy fur peeking out. He walked over to take his seat, pulling the chair out, and wasting no time to slip in. He waved to the guards and they nodded, beginning to clear the scene of people.

“Sorry I’m late, [Name],” Gun started, taking the stuffie out from underneath his arm and presenting it to you. Oh, how adorable. "I brought you a gift as an apology."

A small brown otter sat in his palms, barely taking up Gun's hands. It’s beady, plastic eyes looked straight at you, a little smile stitched onto its snout. A snort left you. The sight of such a well-dressed, intimidating man carrying such an adorable toy was  amusing. "Really now? Just a cute toy, Gun?"

Gun sighed and sat up a bit from his chair, leaning over the table, and cupping your face as he planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. As quick as it started, Gun's lips left and he was seated once again. You pout. "Don't give me that look, [Name]. We can do more at home if you want but not here."

"It's not wrong to be disappointed in no kiss on the mouth after not seeing your boyfriend for such a long time. Don't you think I deserve it?"

Gun smirked, placing his shades on the table and taking your hand, intertwining your fingers together. He gave a light squeeze and you didn't miss a beat as you squeezed his coarse hand back. The way you pursed your lips and looked at him with such glossy, innocent eyes made his heart swell. With such a pretty, cute face, it was hard to say no to you. "Hmm, maybe. But Olly told me you crossed paths with Hostel A." Gun spoke, slipping his hands from yours and picking up his dinnerware, quickly cutting the savory meat into pieces. He didn't hesitate to put a piece up to your mouth, a hand underneath so as to not have the juice leak. "I was told you nearly broke the Uncles' bones and Big Daddy himself."

Your face scrunched up and you scoffed, shaking your head. You placed the stuffed animal to the side, petting it. "Figured those assholes wouldn’t tell you everything. The ‘uncles’ wouldn’t leave me alone and I thought Olly was another one of those bastards,” you snap, sitting back in your seat with a scowl. “How was I supposed to know he was trying to help when he dresses like that? I thought he was trying to assault me for God’s sake!”

Gun placed down his fork on his plate and his face twisted into one of fury, eyes turning cold and rigid as all the warmth disappeared whilst his lips curled back into a nasty frown. You almost thought his infamous scowl was directed towards you, but you knew better. You dear boyfriend wouldn't dare lay a single finger on you if it didn't bring you pleasure. "They what?" 

You smiled softly, placing your hand over his as it clenched into a fist. With your small attempt at trying to soothe him by rubbing small circles, you spoke with a bit of hesitation, "Ah, yeah. They kept trying to get my number and wouldn't let me leave the booth I was in. I had no other choice than to use the training you taught me. Since I never met Olly, I really thought he was just another one of them and I reacted before thinking, making me attack him too."

Gun scoffed, shaking his head as he listened to your explanation with disbelief, every word fueling his rage of someone daring to hit on his woman. Every fiber in Gun's body screamed, wanting to feel their skin underneath his fists as he pounded them into oblivion. But the only thing stopping him was his date with you. For now, he'll put his anger aside to be with you and keep you happy. Who knows how long he'll be gone and when he'll see you again. The man has to make every second count. 

Yet, he couldn’t let this go unpunished.

"Fuck." Gun leans closer to you and sits on the edge of his chair. Placing his hand over yours, he slips his fingers to grasp your palm, and lifts your hand to his lips, pressing tender kisses against your knuckles. His thumb grazing softly across your fingers and his eyes flutter shut. You couldn't help but stare in awe, never quite seeing him like this.

So careful with you, so gentle, you were surprised he wasn't seething in his seat and threatening to break their heads open. Gun opens his eyes and looks up at you, shaking in his seat. “I promise I’ll have those fuckers begging on their knees for your forgiveness. They should know better than to treat a woman with such rudeness and disrespect. Shit, I’ll go right now. I’ll beat them till-”

Your sweet laugh reaches his ears, cutting him off from his little speech. You lean in and pull in his hand to your lips, pressing a tender peck to his coarse knuckles. Gun felt his heart race and skip a beat at the sight, shock crossing his features. You look up, looking at your boyfriend with mirthful eyes. “As much fun as that sounds, I'd rather you stay here. Please? I want to spend as much time with you before you go back to work.”

The man stayed silent for a few seconds, taking in your words. He looked away, clicking his tongue before he broke out into a small smile, a blush blooming across his cheeks and the tip of his ears burning a bright red. “Of course, [Name]. Though, you could’ve just said you like spending time with me.”

Giggling, you lower your hands and shake your head. “Gun, of course I like spending time with you. You’re my favorite person and I love you after all.” Your voice said those three words with such fondness, it’s as if the man was in a dream. 

If your words from before didn’t send Gun over the edge, your proclamation of love surely did now. He looked down, grinning like an idiot, showing a soft, bashful side he’s never revealed to anyone before. He swore his heart would jump out of his throat from how fast it was pounding against his ribcage. Gun grasped your hand tightly and sighed blissfully, Gently, he spoke, gazing at you with loving eyes, “I love you too.”

You smiled.

The tension in the air grew to be too much and both of you found it unbearable, wanting to do what both of you have been waiting for for weeks.

Both of you sat up and leaned over the table, closing the gap between you two as your lips interlocked, slipping together like if you were made for eachother. The kiss sparked and fed the fire both of you held in your hearts, burning brighter with every moment you spent at one another’s side. Gun couldn’t help but smile against your mouth.

As much as he hated being apart from you for so long, moments like these made the long hours worth it. If working so much meant he could provide for you, then he wouldn't mind doing it for the rest of his life if you had a roof over your head and a nice, warm meal at night.

Afterall, you were his woman.

And he loved you.

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©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 .

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[chibi-chanforever]

𝙰 𝙳𝚎𝚋𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚢

Pairings: Bokuto x Fem Reader x Akaashi

Warnings: Hardcore Smut and triggering themes please read at your own discretion. This is just a work of fiction and is not encouraged in anyway whatsoever. 

themes: Non-con, Kidnapping, Drugging, Gunplay, Orgasm control/denial, Edging, Cuffs, , Creampie, Cunnilingus, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Blowjob, Threesome, Face Fucking, Penetrative Sex, Mentions of Stalking and Yandere.

A/n: Heyaaa so basically this is in collaboration with the Church of Meian theme of May-mafia/Mayfia. Its my first collaboration and my first time posting smut, hope yall enjoy!! Please make sure to check out the amazing art and stories posted by the lovely people in our little church and give them some love, the link is at the end of the story!! Also special thanks to @kinsurou​, @murdereddaydreams​ and @vanille--kiss​ for helping me and supporting me through everything. Love you soo muchoo my little ohana

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you glanced over to the stacks of paperwork you still had to go through. The daunting pileup that only increases every hour. You sighed again as you thumped your head onto the desk,frail arms just barely cushioning the blow. While staring blankly at your own feet, you spied the wastepaper basket sitting near, completely empty apart from a few used sugar sachets and soggy teabags.

Your eyes flit towards the pile of files again and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if a few papers landed in the trash can, accidentally, of course. You contemplated for a few more seconds, before you shuddered as you imagined familiar cat-like eyes flit across your vision. You didn't want to really know what would happen if he found out about it, did you?

The minx-like golden eyes flashed once again in your mind as you recalled the fateful day. The day from which everything spiralled downhill.

If only, if only your family hadn't gotten into trouble with the Nekoma clan, things would be different. But no, they had to take a loan and fall into the mercy of Nekoma…

But at least you got off easy, you thought as you cradled your head. At least you and your family didn't suffer the same fate as the others. You were thankful to the head of the Nekoma for giving you the opportunity of paying off the debt through work, instead of the usual means. A shudder ran through your spine as you thought of the stories you've heard, of what happened to the other people who owed the clan money.

A heavy Bam shook you from your stupor as your head jerked up to stare at the new batch of files that had been banged onto the stack. You shook your head to clear your thoughts as you reached for the first file of the batch. It would be better to just get to it and finish it before the end of the day. That's when you noticed the little photograph that slipped out on the floor and you bent to pick it up.

There were four guys in the frame, two of them being the focus of the shot, with goofy big smiles and arms draped around each other, though there was a big red circle drawn around the one with owlish silver hair, the ink of the marker recent enough to smudge a little. The other two guys looked like they were not meant to be in the picture, but oddly that fact only made it so much better.

One with blonde highlights stood grimacing in the background while the other guy's face was barely visible, his body half turned and blurry as if someone had called out to him at the last moment when the picture was being taken.

Overall it looked like a fun bunch of friends but you wondered why there was a circle drawn around one of them. You flipped the picture, curiosity getting the best of you. Finding only a date written you turn the picture again, choosing to focus on the people in there.

“T-these are the next in-line heirs to the Nekoma clan” you whisper lowly to yourself. They were the ones who were supposed to take over in the coming years and were your current bosses. You couldn't wrap your head as to what this was doing in your file. You were given only the most basic work to handle as their secretary, numbers to jot down, business meetings to book and take note of the expenses and make detailed reports about meetings they attend. Maybe this slipped in by mistake somehow ??

You centered in on the person grimacing and the one with bed-hair; cogs turn in your brain as you wondered why these two individuals seemed so similar before something dawns on you and an audible gasp leaves your lips as the picture dropped onto your lap.

With trembling hands you shoved the picture back into the file and hide it at the bottom of the stack, maybe this was a file that was not supposed to be in your hands, fuck fuck fuck. Your eyes skim the room to watch out for anyone observing you. These guys didn't trust you enough to give you such things, so obviously it was misplaced and dumped into your paperwork by accident.

You suddenly noticed Lev jogging towards you and your whole body tensed as he approached. You pretended to work on the other files that were scattered around on your desk, typing random words and numbers into the excel sheet, your gaze was strongly focused on your screen yet everything was blurry. If Lev were to take a peek as to what you were doing at this moment,  he would realise that what you were typing was utter bullshit.

“Ah, you remember the stack of files and papers that I just placed here?” He pointed his finger to the stack of papers that still lay stagnant there.

“Yes sir? What can I do for you t-today?” You kicked yourself under the desk for how weird you sounded in the moment, but lucky for you he was in a hurry so he didn't pay much mind to you.

“Can you give those back to me? I think there were five bunches of them, I think I gave you the wrong ones,” he rubbed the back of his head as his voice took an almost sheepish tone by the end.

Without saying anything in return you just nod stiffly before taking the first four files, slowly sneaking in the file that you shoved at the bottom, you softly banged them against the table as if to align them before giving them to him with a small smile.

“Hey Y/n?” Lev called out to you after he cleared his throat. You slowly turned your head towards him trying your best to act innocent as if you hadn't just seen a picture of the mafia head with his friends.

A light pink blush clouded his face as he clumsily took the files from you, bowing a little before he scurries off to give those files to whoever he was supposed to give them to in the first place. 

You let out a deep exhale of relief, slumping further into the chair as he turns a corner and goes out of sight. Your phone suddenly buzzes and you yelp as your body jolts upright from the chair, you relax visibly when you notice that it was only a reminder that you had kept on your phone signalling the end of your shift.

Dropping it back onto the table with a clatter you stretched yourself in the chair, a smile gracing your lips as you collect your things to head home, deciding to stop at the grocery store to make a big dinner for the family today, just to relax your mind and console yourself that everything was alright, that you wouldn't be killed for seeing confidential information. It was just a picture, you thought, yeap just a picture that could possibly be a kill target, fuck did you get involved in a crime? You pinched your arm as you walked out of the office, shaking your head of all the negative thoughts.

The keys jingled as you struggled to slide the key into the lock with two grocery bags in hand, the atmosphere eerily silent as you entered the house, you called out for your mom and dad, followed by a soft “tadaima” only to receive no response in return.

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You laughed as you remember that a few days ago your dad tried to make dinner and ended up breaking your mom's favourite ceramic pot while removing one of the pans. She has been so mad at the time that she took a vow to not cook until your dad got her a similar ceramic pot if not a better one.

You entered the living room to find it completely empty, and chill ran down your spine, where were your mom and dad? You walked toward the fridge and suddenly everything made sense when you saw the small sticky note with a haste scribble that said that your parents had gone out at the last minute for a makeup dinner, decorated with a small smiley in the end.

With a broad smile plastered on your lips you placed both the grocery bags on the counter, humming softly to yourself as you removed the items from within the bags. From the corner of your eye you suddenly notice a shadow cross and your body goes rigid. Your hand slowly inched forward before curling around the handle of a pan nearby when a tingling feeling rises up your spine, signalling someone’s approach.

In the room filled with soft rays of evening light you stand ominously still, breath bated as you tighten your clammy grasp, knuckles turning white, cold beads of sweat running down the side of your face. You backhand swung the pan the moment you see a slight shadow come up behind you, but your actions were stopped midway as you were pushed head first onto the counter, your hand with the pan being banged harshly against the cold surface of the marble, forcing you to let go of the pan. The person behind you used their body weight to keep you pinned to the counter as you trash around, trying your best to get hold of any object you can use to defend yourself.

Just as you get your right hand free from under the person’s weight, you feel a pinch on your shoulder and suddenly your body starts losing its strength,eyelids getting heavier and your vision turning blurry. As a last attempt you tried to scream out for help, but the moment you open your mouth a gloved hand clamps down on your lips and you try to trash around, only for him to lean his weight further on you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Right before you passed out, you faintly heard a phone buzzing and for a second you wondered if it's yours. You fought to stay awake as the man still kept you pinned against the counter, shuffling behind you before a small beep followed by a smooth soft voice reached your ears.

“ I have her Bokuto-san”

That was the last thing you witnessed before losing control over your senses and everything went dark.  

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You woke up to a cold concrete floor, a dull throb sitting in the back of your head as you grunted softly, your vision confiscated by a blindfold. The place where you were injected felt like it was on fire, limbs feeling heavy and…

You tried shifting your arms but all you could hear was the clang of metal against the concrete. You tried moving your feet but they were seized with cuffs which were attached to metal chains rooted firmly into the floor. You pushed yourself up onto your knees, only to be pulled back by the chains hooked on cuffs around your wrists, the rattling sound echoing loudly throughout the room along with a disgruntled sob. You held your breath in fear, hoping that no one was around to hear it. The room fell utterly silent as you tried your best to hear for any footsteps, only to be greeted by a soft hum of jazz, barely thrumming in through the walls.

You wanted to cry, scream, trash around, but there you laid, frozen in fear, trying your best to not make a single sound, making it seem like you were still unconscious. You were just delaying the inevitable, buying as much time as you could; you didn't have a single clue as to  what you had done to be in such a situation, if it was about the loan, weren't you already paying it off by working? Or did they get tired of waiting?

But hadn’t you walked the perfect line with your job? you didn't have a single complaint from your superiors and your colleagues commended you on it, because it seems that they weren't compatible with just anyone and most of them didn't survive beyond the second week. So why were you here then? Was it the–

Your thoughts were cut short as you heard keys chime on the other side of the door and you froze in your spot, trying your best to pretend that you weren’t awake just a moment ago, tugging on your restraints.

You slowed down your breathing, evening it out just as the door opens, its hinges creaking loudly as you hear a chorus of footsteps pad through the room. But your little act of being asleep was immediately cut short as a bucket of ice cold water was thrown over your body making you jolt upright in shock, gasping and shuddering at the sudden overwhelming sensation.

“Looks like the little kitten is awake now! Let’s get this over with, shall we?” A deep voice boomed throughout the room, and you cower back a little, chains clanking along with you.

“Akaashi, remove  her restraints but keep the cuffs on her hands.” The same authoritative voice commands and soon you feel a presence behind you, undoing your chains.

Your shivering body only trembled more as you felt fingers graze your calves and back, your now damp blindfold only serving to rile on your fears. You didn’t shift from your position when you felt the weight drop from your hands and legs, too scared to do anything. Your mind ran a million miles per minute, barging through your brain with various emotions and thoughts, but yet you feel blank as a chair scrapes loudly against the floor, placed in front of you.

A hand hooks under your arm, pulling you to sit upright and a whimper leaves your lips in fright. You wanted to plead– heck even beg for mercy, cry a litany of apologies and offer anything up in exchange for your life, but your lips didn’t move a single inch, even though you were practically screaming from within. You choke on the silence that suffocates the room before a gentle finger traced the back of your neck and you suppressed the urge to shudder at the feeling, soon finding your blindfold falling to the floor. You squinted, trying to move away from the sudden bright light before coming face to face with the last face you expected to see, the supposed kill target, his golden orbs more brighter and fierce than you remembered, excitement dancing along his lashes.

“And what do we have here?” He leaned forward as he rested his elbows on his knees, his palms joined in front of him and a cunning smile plastered on his face. His eyes raked your form before looking at the man behind you, nodding at him before you heard the softest “Yes Bokuto-san” flow past you and your eyes widen when realise where you heard it before; you recollect to the voice you barely managed to hear before you were rendered unconscious and painful tears started to collect in the corner of your eyes as you tried to swallow the lump on your throat.

The guy now known as Akaashi brought something to the guy in front of you before going back to his earlier position behind you. Faint light glinted against the object and when you realised what it was, tears flowed down freely your cheeks as soft hiccups wrecked through your body.

“Aww honey, don’t be scared. All you need to do is answer all our questions truthfully and I won’t have to use this. Whaddya say hmm?” Bokuto cooed as he slid the gun against your cheek, before placing the barrel under your cheek and tipping your head upwards. Afraid, you closed your eyes before nodding meekly.

“That’s a good girl. See we won’t be having any problems then.” He says with childish enthusiasm in his voice as if it were just another game for him. Akaashi stood silent, his eyes never leaving your form, watching the way your nipples pebbled under the cool air, your shirt now almost transparent as droplets of water slid down your shivering form. Bokuto feigned a cough and Akaashi flits his gaze to him, immediately registering that Bokuto noticed him staring at you, his signature playful smile getting a little bit wider, a hidden intent written behind that smile.

“It’s time to pat her down, Akaashi.” Bokuto stated before turning to you, “Don’t worry hun, it's just a mandatory procedure.” The moment those words were said you were lifted off the ground and placed onto Bokuto's lap and a sob fell from your lips as you tried to get away from his hold, but that only spurred him on to wrap his hand around your waist firmly.

“Shush now little  kitten, don’t worry, the more you struggle, the harder it will be.” He pulled you closer to his heated body, your back hitting his chiseled chest as you straddled him, making your pencil skirt bunch up, your cuffed hands uncomfortable as they get smushed at an odd angle between your back and his chest. You try to move forward because the burn was too much, but the hand on your waist only tightened, keeping you put, your legs kept secure behind his ankles.

“So tell me kitten what’s your name hmm??” He asked you while Akaashi kneeled down in front of you and started patting down your shoulders before his fingers found your buttons, relieving them from its reserves with ease; you looked down at Akaashi with unbelieving eyes, Bokuto’s question falling on deaf ears and that was your biggest mistake. His hand on your waist slid up to roughly grab one of your tits, pinching the nipple harshly and making you cry out in pure agony.

“I asked you something pet, I don’t like to repeat myself twice. Geddit? Now I'm going to ask you once more and that will be your last time. You hear me?” His voice was viciously low and threatening. You only nodded back in response, the sting still fresh on your skin. “ Use your words kitten” He commanded, and you choked out a broken “Y-yes.”

“Good girl. Now tell me what your name is, hmm?”

“ It’s Y-Y/n,” you managed to stutter out, chest heaving.

“That's a lovely name for a kitten! Well now, what is a pretty little thing like you doing in the Nekoma estate, hmm? What is your relationship with Kuroo and Kenma? Are you their fucktoy? Wouldn’t doubt if you were, you seem quite fun to play with” he whispered the last part as he grabbed your face, turning your head away from him. He brushed his nose against your neck, taking in your scent as hot puffs of air collided against your skin.

“I’m j-just a secretary, I have a debt to clear with them, t-that’s all. I’m not their- their- '' heat rushes to your cheeks as embarrassment and anger flowed through you as it dawned upon you what he really meant and you tried to pull away from Bokuto. “I don’t do anything of that sort! I don’t have that kind of relationship with them. I just arrange meetings and appointments, and other basic stuff, that’s it! Now let me go!” You spit the words out, anger boiling through your veins, but it soon turned ice cold with the next question, and you realise you fucked up… Big time.

“ Then you must know about the upcoming business meetings of Nekoma, right? That means you would know the location of Kuroo and Kenma? ” And the room once again went silent. In your fit of anger and defiance you didn’t even realise that Akaashi had slid your shirt up over your shoulders, sliding them down up to your cuff covered wrists  and was now drawing your skirt down. You tried to wiggle your hips to hinder his movements but it only serves to his advantage as it slides down easier.

“Please l-let me go, I-I don’t know anything please!” You begged, voice turning desperate, you couldn’t give out information about the Nekoma clan or they would have your head for it. What about your family–

“You’re a smart little one aren’t you, you know they will hunt you down if you give me their information. But if you decide to tell me, I give you my word that no harm will come to you or your family, furthermore your debt will be repaid. And if you don’t, I could put a bullet through your head right now.” Bokuto said with a playful lift to his voice, bringing the gun up to your temple.

“ I really don’t remember! Please, I can’t recall w-with who it was.. Please don’t shoot!!” You sobbed out, mind going blank when the gun is placed to your temple, fear overwhelming your senses.

“Aw it was good knowing ya kitten, you would’ve made such a good pet.” He cocks the gun with a loud click finger at ease on the trigger while he places soft kisses on your neck, softly whispering against your skin, “ Sayonara–”

“KARASUNO!!” You screamed out the first thing you remembered right before he could pull the trigger. “It’s Karasuno, sometime in the middle of next week, in the Miyagi Prefecture.. That’s about all I know. Please, please let me go now, I’m begging you!!!”

He chuckled darkly right next to your ear and goosebumps rose all over your skin with adrenaline. You closed your tear filled eyes, sobs shaking through you. You wanted this to be a nightmare, a dream from which you would wake up any moment, but the cuffs digging into your wrists and warm hands searing into your skin said otherwise.

“Mmm you definitely deserve a reward for that, don’t you?” He licks a long stripe from the base of your neck to your ear before whispering those words. You shake your head violently, not wanting to spend another waking minute here but he completely ignores your signs of protest. Bokuto’s hand travels down your body till his hand reached your panties to cup your pussy, groaning when he hears a small whimper leave your lips at the contact. He tugged on your panties, a hiss leaving his lips when he noticed how sensitive your body was.

“Such a pretty kitten, Akaashi, why don't you reward her for me, yeah?” Bokuto said as he shifted your panties to the side, dipping his fingers into your folds before prying them apart, giving Akaashi a good view of your cunt. Akaashi took his lower lip between his teeth before swiping his tongue across it as he indulged himself with the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Go on ‘Kaashi, don’t you want a taste?” Bokuto questioned, his fingers circling your clit, before travelling to your entrance, he dipping two fingers inside before removing them and spreading them, your juices smeared all over them and he popped his fingers to his mouth, a low growl arising from his chest made you bite on your lip harshly. “Of course I do Bokuto-san.” And that was all Akaashi said before he hooked your legs over his shoulder and dived into your pussy, flattening his tongue against your entrance before dragging it upwards towards your clit, rubbing his tongue against it before sucking on it.

You moaned loudly as Akaashi kept slurping up the juices dripping from your hole, making sure to not let a single drop go by, while Bokuto unhooked your bra, sliding them up so he could see your perky little nipples just begging for attention. He uncocks the gun and hooks it on his waistband, after which his hands find purchase of your soft mounds, pressing each nipple inside with his forefinger before pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. He gave your nipples a few rough tugs just to hear your sweet voice more.

You’re too overwhelmed to do anything but mewl as Akaashi detached himself from your pussy, fingers tugging down your panties and pocketing the soaked fabric. He used his thumb to rub your nub while his tongue prods your entrance and you gasp, taking a shaky breath in. When he rubbed a certain spot at the entrance you threw your head back and Bokuto immediately wrapped his fingers around your throat, his grip firm as his lips hastily crashed onto yours, drinking in all your moans and whimpers. He continued to kiss you, your moaning making it easy to plunge his tongue into your mouth, the kiss so heated that it brought you right on the edge of tipping over.

Your legs shook uncontrollably, being just one flick away from falling over the edge when Akaashi pulled back and you breathed heavily, not wanting to show them that this affected you much, while you mourned the loss of such a sweet release. His face is smeared with your juices and he licks his lips as he uses the back of his sleeve to wipe off the excess. The corner of his mouth lifted as he looked at Bokuto and nodded at him as you whined at your stolen high. Bokuto broke the kiss and smiled at Akaashi wide enough to have the tops of his incisors seen, the feral intent in his eyes reminding you of the dangerous position you were in.

Your eyes widened when Akaashi abruptly stood up and slid his hands under your butt, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he picked you up from Bokuto’s lap and you yelped. Akaashi’s eyes were fixated on you the entire time you were in his arms, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips continuously while you squirm.

“P-please no, I-I don’t want to go any further please” you told Akaashi, eyes big and pleading, filled with fresh tears.

“It’s okay Doll, don’t worry, we won’t hurt you until you disobey. So be a good little pet for us alright?” He whispered  against your ear as he placed you down on your wobbly legs with your back against the mahogany table behind. He cupped your face gently, thumb swiping across your trembling lips as he looked at you with pure adoration. If it were any other situation you might’ve even considered going out with this beautiful man; but here you were, held against your will, your body being used as per their whims and wishes and you couldn’t do a single thing about it, it made your stomach twist with hate and disgust knowing how weak you were.

Akaashi leaned in, softly pressing his lips against yours into the most sweetest and gentle kiss you’ve ever had. You were so lost in it that your mouth unconsciously granted him access when he licked your bottom lip, you immediately tasted yourself on his tongue. The way he explored your mouth made you moan, your pussy clenching over a single kiss, only coming to your senses when his fingers fiddled with the straps of your bra, unclasping them and you bit his lip in defiance when he pulled your bra off your body, the taste of iron now pooling on your tongue.

Akaashi pulled back when you bite his lip, raising an amused eyebrow at you. He couldn’t believe that you still had thought that you could say no to them, it was cute to him; luckily it wasn’t Bokuto-san or she would've gotten a punishment by now– Akaashi thought as blood dripped from his lip onto his chin.

“This kitten is still using her claws I see, quite feisty~” Bokuto chimed as he came behind Akaashi, watching the entire scene from the corner. You looked at both of them in shock when Bokuto turned Akaashi’s head and pulled him into a kiss, licking up the blood that was on his lips and groaning when he still tasted the remnants of your sweet juices on Akaashi’s tongue. Bokuto broke the kiss, his lips sliding down to Akaashi’s neck and chuckling against his skin as he remembers the day Akaashi first saw you.

Akaashi was so mesmerised by you, couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful you were and how he wanted you so badly. Akaashi mentioned you so many times that it had started to get on his nerves, sometimes he even moaned out your name when he was asleep. Bokuto finally snapped when Akaashi choked out your name as he came all over Bokuto’s hands pumping his shaft. And when Akaashi found out that you worked for Nekoma it was the perfect excuse he needed to bring you in and play with you, see what was so special about you. Akaashi insisted on getting you personally, not wanting anyone else to get their hands on you; he was possessive like that– Bokuto was brought out of his fazed stupor with your cute little mewls filling the room.

Akaashi had started marking up your neck, slurping bruises on your skin while his fingers played with your nipples.

“Kitten, why don't you put on a little show for us? Play with that pretty little cunt of yours, show us how you like it and maybe I’ll think about letting you go?” Bokuto said as his fingers rub circles on your hips soothingly. The prospect of getting out of here had you ready to do anything and you eagerly nod your head at the offer, maybe once they freed your hands you could try to escape too. But Bokuto seemed to know what you're thinking, because he turned you around and shoved your head onto the table, your toes barely grazing the floor as you struggled under the weight of his body on yours. He removes the gun from his waistband and places it on your neck.

“Don’t even think about doing anything funny, cause there won’t be a second chance~” He singed as his hips grinded into yours, his erection pressed against your ass and you gasped as you felt how big he was even through his pants. He lifted himself off you once you yelp out a “Yes” he slowly slid the gun down your back, smacking the barrel against your ass before going lower and rubbing the cool metal against your folds. You dug your nails into your palm to ground yourself as he continued to rub against your clit, teasing the little nub till the barrel was covered in your juices.

“Get on the table kitten, I want a perfect view of your pussy.” Bokuto stopped his ministrations as you struggle to get on the table, when you took too much time for his liking he shoved your other leg on top and smacked your ass, making you scream out, he rubbed his fingers over the red print that is visible as he growled out a ‘hurry up’. Akaashi on the other hand started uncuffing your hands, sliding the shirt that was stuck above your wrist along with your cuffs.

You were already on the verge of cumming earlier, so doing that once again wouldn’t take that long. You reached down your trembling fingers and started slowly circling your clit, you moaned as you started going faster, rubbing yourself just the way you had done dozens of times before.

“Don’t be shy, Doll. Stuff a few fingers up that sweet hole” Akaashi said as he unzips his pants, pumping his cock in his hand at the lewd sight of you playing with yourself. He had imagined you like this whenever he stroked his cock alone, but he didn’t know it would be so fucking hot.

“You heard him, use those fingers to stuff your hole, kitten.” Bokuto chimed in with Akaashi. You reached down further and slowly start to slide two fingers in and out of your pussy, moaning as you started feeling good, the base of your palm bumping against your clit. You started going faster, feeling yourself reach your high once again, your moans turned higher and higher in pitch. You were just about ot cum when Bokuto slaped your hand away from yourself, making you whine loudly when you were denied another high. It was starting to feel like torture, your thoughts were getting fuzzy and all you could think was how badly you wanted to cum.

“Doll if you wanna cum then you just gotta ask” Akaashi said softly as he rubs his fingers over your sensitive folds, making you buck into his hand. You almost didn’t care about anything anymore, the only thing on your mind was the need to cum, but there was a little shard of dignity that was left in you and it made you bite your tongue. Your anger and frustration of not getting to cum makes you a little bold.

“F-fuck y-you” you panted out with as much venom in your words as you could muster. Bokuto shook his head as a chuckle wrecked through his chest once again. You were certainly a fun thing to tease and play with, the way you refused to give up only served to pique his interest further. “Oh I certainly plan to kitten, I’m going fuck this pretty little cunt all night. Make you a pliant mess on my cock”

You heard the clink of a buckle being opened, noticing the gun placed on the table not too far from your reach and with your hands free, you tried to push yourself off the surface only to be held down by your neck. “Oh no you don’t Doll, I’ve waited an eternity to feel those lips on me” Akaashi remarked as he unbuttoned his pants with his free hand and slid down the zipper. “Now pull my cock out, pretty girl.” He slowly released the pressure on your neck, Bokuto smacked your ass when you didn't comply, his heavy hand stinging enough to have you immediately reach out, tugging on the waistband of the his pants.

Akaashi bit his lips as your fingers touched his cock, his  hard member twitching at the contact. Not being able to control himself any further, Akaashi swooped down and pulled you in for a kiss while simultaneously Bokuto aligned his tip with your entrance. Akaashi pulled back, standing straight so that his cock was mere inches from your face. He removed his shirt before he gathered your hair in his hand and pulled you towards his member. You shook your head no, using one to keep you up while the other pushed on his waist.

But your attempts were futile as Bokuto slammed himself into you with one swift movement, making you scream at the stretch and Akaashi used that as an opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth, groaning when you gagged and sputtered on his length, still attempting to cry out. The sounds from your warm mouth made him shudder in pleasure.

Bokuto starrted slamming into you immediately, fucking into you with feral intensity and using you as his personal pocket pussy, each thrust pushed your mouth further on Akaashi’s cock.

“Nghh you're so fucking tight kitten, squeezing my dick so fucking good” Bokuto grunted out before placing both his hands on your hips, his fingers holding you tight enough to leave dark bruises and he used that at leverage to fuck into you faster, His fat cock stirring up your insides and hitting spots deep inside you that you didn't know you had, making you moan continuously on Akaashi's cock. Said man slowly started to buck his hips into your mouth, falling into a rhythm with Bokuto, once in a while pushing his cock deep enough that the tip hit the back of your throat.

The room echoed with muffled moans and low growls, squelching sounds filling the room. Both men fastened their pace, pulling and pushing back and forth, singing praises and defiling your body at the same time.

“Oh fuck d-Doll haa.. your mouth feels so good, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!! And I want you to drink every drop of it” Akaashi keened as he kept moving his hips, he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing firmly till he felt the outline of his cock making you lightheaded. Akaashi watched as you rolled your watery eyes back in pleasure, choking and gagging on his cock, feeling his cock on your throat was the last strand and it pushed him off the edge and he gave a deep thrust cumming directly inside your throat, fingers still clutching your neck. He pulled out halfway, so that his cum spilled all over your tongue; shudders wrecked through his body as his thighs flexed till it burned, he pinched your nose as pulled out of you and clamped his other hand over your mouth so you had no other choice but to swallow, and once done he pulled you up as he climbed on the table as well.

You hung on Akaashi, hands hooked around his shoulders as Bokuto still kept pummelling into you, thighs slapping loudly against your ass. Akaashi kept kissing you, not leaving your body alone even for a second, biting and sucking on your lips or roaming along the length of your neck. His hands roamed all over your body before sliding between your folds, lithe fingers barely grazing your nub before forming a 'V' where Bokuto's cock enters you, spreading your folds. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, body shivering, you would be laying flat against wood, had it not been for Akaashi holding you up, one hand wrapped around your waist.

Your mind was going crazy, you were so close to cumming but you just needed that little push, that little rub and nudge on your clit. The fact that Akaashi's fingers kept lightly brushing against it didn't help any further, you wanted to just cum, a dam waiting to be broken and you couldn't take it anymore.

“Please, please mmnnn j-just let me cum!!" You cried out, transgressing in the moment of pleasure.

“All you had to do was ask Doll” Akaashi murmured against your skin as his fingers slid up to your clit, rubbing refined, delicate circles around your sensitive nub and that was the final push that made you cum all around Bokuto's cock, pussy fluttering around his shaft, squeezing him tightly as an orgasm wrecked through you, compelling your body into a convulsing mess as a prayer of moans leave your lips, your toes curling till your feet hurt.

Your pussy clenched tightly around his shaft triggered Bokuto’s orgasm as well, his hips slowing their pace as he pumped deep strokes into your hole. And with a loud shivering groan against your ear, your pussy was filled with hot spurts of cum as he leaned his weight slightly on your limp body, his skin hot and sweaty against your own.

He placed a soft kiss on your back before pulling out of you, walking away to get something. During the time he’s gone Akaashi gently stroked your hair, while holding you in his warm embrace until Bokuto returned with something in his hand. Bokuto reached out and clicked it into place with alige fingers before smiling devilishly. You looked down, weak hand unconsciously reaching up to touch the item and you gasped, realizing it's a collar, and yanked on it to try and remove it. Hastily you reached behind hoping to find a buckle to release it, but instead you found a lock and turned towards Bokuto.

“D-didn’t you s-say you were going to let me go?” You asked, voice trembling with trepidation. While you were looking away Akaashi linked a leash to your collar, wrapped the excess length around his knuckles and handed it over to Bokuto. He yanked on your collar as he did so, forcefully bringing you closer as he offered Bokuto your leash with a heated kiss before Bokuto pulled away to look at you with a sickeningly sweet smile.  

“Oh I said I’ll think about it, and I think I’m not done with you just yet kitten~”

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『ice cream with enhypen』

scenario; ENHYPEN

A/N: these are some simple scenarios of what i imagine going out for ice cream with enha would be like. also my first time writing a full length fic for them so aksjhaksja

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: fluff (♡), comedy (☼)

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: mentions of food (and I don’t think I swore but welp it’s me so always worth saying—)

word count: 2.7K

pairing: enhypen members x reader ( includes heeseung, jay, sunghoon, jake, sunoo, jungwon, ni-ki)

disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © cherry-hyejin 2021.

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Heeseung

going out for ice cream with Heeseung would look like 6 pm: the perfect end to a lovely and loving day

I picture this happening on a Friday when the week already feels like it ended as in:

there would be nothing left to do regarding work, studies, chores, or if there is, you just postpone it because you know you need rest

Heeseung would love to take you somewhere not too distant from the rest of the city, so you don’t feel out of place, but not too crowded either

the sky would be a wonderful watercolour work of corals and oranges, with white, wispy clouds and static air

the weather wouldn’t be too cold nor too hot, so you two could still relish sitting under a tree at any nearby park to people-watch

not many people would pass by, mainly teenagers younger than you both, and you’d try and guess what each of them wanted for their future

Heeseung took it much more seriously than you, always suggesting things he found interesting himself like astronomy, gastronomy and even auditioning for a big entertainment company like HYBE (“maybe they’ll be our next dongsaeng?”)

you, though, were way too high on cloud 9 to think of anything complex, so you just said anything that came to mind

(it is worth saying Hee wouldn’t mind it at all; you looked adorable with that dreamy cast on your eyes)

he would be holding your hand all the time, stroking your knuckles but being mindful not to let his ice cream drip down…

...but would 10/10 laugh a bit if yours did

and then probably be the one to clean it up

you both would head home much, much later in the evening, after the sun was set and the stars were out

because then he’d like to watch them, mustering the courage to tell you that yes, they were beautiful, but they could never compare to you

<sigh>

one song: Fairy of Shampoo by Tomorrow X Together

one ice cream flavour: pistachio

Jay

going out for ice cream with jay would look like 2 am: a haphazard idea to escape an insanely busy week

Jay would text you out of nowhere and possibly wake you up; not that it bothered you too much

it would be one of those times when you just gotta do something spontaneous, otherwise it suddenly feels like wasted time

(talk about craving adrenaline lmao)

so the conversation you two would have basically goes like

“ice cream?”

“when”

“in 15”

“k”

and that was... it

Jay would take you to a random, small convenience store a few blocks away from your house

the weather would be cool—winter was nearing—and the sky would be pitch black, with no stars or the moon out

you would both be buried in gigantic hoodies, but Jay would refuse to place the hand that wasn’t holding the cheap ice cream on his pocket

cus then he wouldn’t be able to play with your hair as you found your way to a bench, resting your head on his lap and talking softly

the stillness of the night felt weird when you knew these same streets would be so noisy during the day

you stayed pressed close to each other all the while you were there, somehow afraid of disrupting this quietness

Jay would go back and forth between casual, existential-crisis-sparking questions (“why do you think we met?”, “isn’t it crazy that every single thing about this day could have been different if I had picked another shirt?”) and dipping down to kiss you, trying to get a taste of your ice cream

the time you'd spend there wouldn't be like any date you had been in—you normally enjoy a good movie together or cook—but it somehow felt nostalgic in a way you can’t explain

he’d take you home and stay over until dawn, playing songs on his phone to divert you both from the urge to sleep so you could keep talking and cuddling

<deeper sigh>

one song: Another Day by Stray Kids

one ice cream flavour: Neapolitan

Sunghoon

going out for ice cream with Sunghoon would look like 9 am: Christmas is just around the corner

he would surprise you by knocking on your door on an early morning, wearing nothing too fancy but with hopes for a pleasant day

neither of you would know what got into him—he is not usually the one to suggest such a silly adventure—but he'd tell you he’s seriously craving something cold

so out you would go, with a grey sky that starts to flicker with the pale sun of the winter

the chilling wind would bite the skin of your face, but you barely feel it when you watch Hoon, red from the tips of his ears to the bridge of his nose

(adorable)

if the wind started blowing stronger, you can bet he’d make you dash to the nearest ice cream shop and then take a moment to catch your breaths inside

you would both really indulge in like, 4 flavours each?? today’s energy is chaotic, and you’re here for it bby

if there is one problem in your plan of getting the ice cream and going back to your place, is that neither of you even considered not choosing cones

which means you have to walk VERY slowly not to drop any of the colourful balls and toppings on the frosty sidewalk

when you do manage to get back home, though, I can not begin to describe how soft of a day this would be

you and Sunghoon would lay out every single blanket you own on the living room couch, getting ready for a marathon of cheesy Christmas movies Hoonie pretends to hate

key-word: pretends

you two would have the time of your lives and probably skip lunch to have more cosy treats like hot chocolate (pLEASE, the temperature shock, kids don’t do this)

Sunghoon would hug you snug against his chest while you eat, saying that for some reason your house is freezing, but that’s okay, we know the truth

boy wants cuddles

one song: Christmassy by THE BOYZ

one ice cream flavour: peppermint

Jake

going out for ice cream with Jake would look like 4 pm: you had just packed your things to leave the picnic jake had planned

it all went faultlessly, with a flower bouquet, a charming checkered towel, tiny food, forehead kisses, you get the image

(yes, this absolutely is my ‘Jake is the perfect boyfriend’ agenda, and y'all are gonna have to follow it)

and I know this is very specific, but do you know how sometimes we just miss summer and kinda wanna re-live it, even if it’s not even close to being summer?

yeah, this is what would hit you and Jake—because you share 2.5 brain cells

the weather would be clean, and the grass under your feet crisp, with cherry blossoms adorning every corner of the park

clouds would graze through the blue skies leisurely, and it'd be at that same pace you two would find a tiny ice cream cart

you'd get your ice creams and, even though there were many empty tables to sit at, something in you would simply want to sit on the grass again and

really enjoy the moment?? you know what i mean??

so that’s what you do

you would be in the cool shade under one of the tallest cherry trees at the park, and Jake’s ice cream would melt into a puddle because of the sheer amount of fun he was having, placing the fallen petals on your head

his words, not mine, but they made you look like an actual fairy

and then you would probably regret having taken them off

he would take you to the dorms as the sun started to set, after many needed hours of breezy snickers and gentle kisses

you would either spend the night or leave much after dinner because, with Jake, dates are supposed to last an entire day, so buckle up

one song: Lillac by IU

one ice cream flavour: chocolate & orange blossom

Sunoo

going out for ice cream with Sunoo would look like 2 pm: under the scorching sun on your beach trip

when the first signs of summer appeared, Sunoo would start to plan a beach trip for you two—well, he would try his best, but Heeseung and Jay would definitely help too

so there you would be, hearing the crashes of the waves and taking in the heat on your skin

Sunoo would be glowing, I am telling you

there is just something very hopeful and candid about the summer at his age, so I think this is when and where his beautiful personality would shine the brightest

he would be SO thrilled to get ice cream you would probably do it twice the same day, going for different places and flavours each time to really savour the experience

Sunoo would interlace your fingers tightly despite the heat and then run with you to the ice cream place he would have looked up, telling you all about their remarkable flavours

he would enjoy it the most if you could share a banana split or milkshake instead of getting your own cones because it just adds to the feeling of proximity he loves so much

so yes, you’re gonna share a banana split with him

you’d eat, feed each other spoonfuls of different flavours, and then chill for a while, talking about how nice the whole trip has been before you go out again to the second shop

this one would be one of those retro, adorable places, you know? with all the neon signs, the checked floor and "hopelessly devoted to you" playing somewhere in the background

I think here neither of you would mind what ice creams you get because it’s all about the atmosphere; it feels so much like a movie it almost bursts his heart fdjfhkdj

I’m gonna end this by saying you did really try to take ice cream back to the boys when the sun started to set, but, oops, it was too hot for that

one song: Higher by Blanks

one ice cream flavour: bubblegum

Jungwon

going out for ice cream with Jungwon would look like noon: a local carnival, a few towns over from where you live

you two would be enjoying a sunny day, shielding from the heat time or another when you would stop at rides and games

I’ve never been to a carnival before because of where I live, but I can guess you could get sandwiches or fries for lunch??

honestly, Jungwon would insist on getting lunch because he’s kind of a responsible person and would bribe you to eat your food using ice cream

he’s that kind of boyfriend

anyway, the sky would be immaculate, no clouds on sight as you wander through the booths and look for the perfect ice cream place

you end up getting shaved ice because there is just something magical about having it at a carnival

no explanations needed

you two would switch who’s holding the cones while you stroll around lazily, choosing which games you wanted to play

he would win you an orange cat plushie after about 5 attempts at a dart game and beg you to name him yang and—who are we kidding? his name is yang now

(and Sunghoon will laugh about that later because only Jungwon could name a cat ‘sheep’)

after the ice cones are gone, I have a feeling you would either go on the maddest roller coaster you can find, for a once-in-a-lifetime kind of a thing, or take it easy and head to the merry-go-round

I feel like writing about the merry-go-round, so here we go: Jungwon would love to go just by your side so you could hold hands while going up and down, laughing until your cheeks hurt and trying to take pictures of each other

the pictures would come out blurrier than anything you’ve ever seen, but when it’s nighttime and you’re already home, they’d bring back the spark of undescribable love you had felt

one song: Youth by ONEUS

one ice cream flavour: raspberry

Ni-ki

going out for ice cream with Riki would feel like 3 pm on a Sunday: the autumn winds don’t seem to blow hard enough to alleviate your monotony

this would be an ordinary day for both you and him—too typical for your taste

no schedules, no homework left, no one doing anything interesting...

you know those days where nothing is objectively wrong, you feel like doing something… but then don’t have much energy to put into it?

yes, this is it

Riki would call you over a bit after lunch to hang out, play some video games and hopefully get some quality time together before his life turns chaotic again

cus then you could go for weeks barely seeing each other

:((

I imagine the other boys would probably be around you a lot that day as well, so it’s just some family bonding time 

until a manager arrives with ice cream

cus then it’s war

I can’t explain why but for some reason, I think Sunghoon and Jay would be willing to actually fight for the flavours they want??

so you and Riki just

back away slowly—cus you’re NOT doing this today—

get one popsicle each, totally random, and then a bunch of other snacks he probably has hidden somewhere in his room

(scratch the “probably”, he totally does have a secret chest filled to the brim with everything a convenience store has to sell)

and go set up a Halloween movie the others were not excited at all to watch—don’t worry though, after some arguing you end up with hocus pocus

so, here’s the bottom line: a cuddle pile. everyone’s hugging everyone (Riki’s squished between you and Hee), throwing caramel popcorn around whenever someone wheezes too loudly and having the best day ever

you would totally stay over for more movies along the night

for as long as Riki and the maknae line are allowed to stay up, anyway, lol

one song: ANL by NCT Dream

one ice cream flavour: dark chocolate