#like they come in hours late they’ll be drunk and or drinking

[ghostickle]

Every other job I’ve had has had it’s downsides and like yea people suck and whatever and this job has its normal downsides like other jobs like the hours and occasional shitty customer but I’ve never fucking despised the people I work with so much like despised is just not a strong enough word and I like the assistant manager/acting manager just fine he’s cool but I’d like to rip the other two workers heads off <3

[echo-goes-mmm]

Ambrose and Elliot #27

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Warnings: oral dub-con, implied non-con, starvation, violence

Master and his friends had passed out, finally. After hours and hours of drinking and sex and entertainment, they had fallen asleep. 

It was late, but he couldn’t bring himself to rest. He lay on the floor, naked and cold, dried cum sticky on his sore thighs.

He stared up at the ceiling. His throat hurt, angry bruises blossoming over his skin. One of Master’s friends, Mr. Horneswood, had slammed his head against the floor, and it was only now that his vision had quit fading in and out and his nosebleed had stopped.

Master had never let them be so violent with him before. Beatings and getting choked was nothing new, and Master had chastised them for going too far several times. But not today.

He really thought they were going to kill him this time. He’d never passed out from being strangled before, and they had never hit his head until now, much less slamming it into the hard marble floor. Twice.

Hunger rumbled in his stomach.

He turned his head to see the table. It was half covered in near empty bottles and glasses, but there was food at the end.

He licked his lips. He hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and if everyone was asleep…

He slowly got up, wincing as he went. Master wouldn’t notice if a few rolls went missing. 

Master had put out so much food, and his friends were more interested in getting drunk, so nearly all of of it was untouched.

He ate cheeses and fruit, pastries and rolls, and even dared to sneak some of the delicious roasted duck.

It wasn’t until he was full, sitting next to the table, that he realized.

Master had forgotten his chains.

Usually Master made sure he was in shackles when his friends came to visit, just to be certain he couldn’t get away from their lust.

Not tonight. Tonight he was unrestrained. He hadn’t even noticed until now.

He looked back at Master and his friends. They were still completely passed out, sprawled out on couches and slumped in armchairs.

He could run. There was nothing stopping him.

Nothing, except… what if Master caught him? He would be so angry. Master would beat him to death if he left.

They’ll kill you if you stay, said a tiny part of him. You know they will. You can’t keep doing this.

He bit his lip. Master was all he knew, his everything. It was the only thing he was good at; serving as his slave was his entire purpose. It was what he was made for.

What else could there possibly be?

You are going to die here.

The tiny part was right.

He grabbed his discarded clothes, tugging on the threadbare shirt, boxers, and pants Master had allowed him. 

He stole a cloak off the coat rack and ran out the front door, pulling the hood over his hair.

He ran, and ran, and ran, and his legs hurt and his head pounded but it was better than death and blood and Master.

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He should have stolen some shoes. He limped along, blood from the pads of his feet staining his trail. 

Dawn had come and gone, but he didn’t stop moving. Couldn’t stop moving.

He avoided the roads, instead sticking to the woods. He couldn’t risk being seen yet. Master had horses, and money, and might pay someone to look for him.

It was a hot day. Sweat dripped down his face and soaked his clothes, the salt stinging the cuts on his legs courtesy of the wilderness.

He tripped over a stone early in the night, and torn a toenail clean off, which hurt like hell.

His legs were sore too, knees on fire and thighs chafing from the dried cum and fabric rubbing the skin. 

Maybe it would be worth it to find some water and rest.

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After hours of trekking through the woods, he heard running water. He picked up the pace, jogging towards the sound.

It was a small creek, secluded and quiet. Good.

He stripped off his clothes and waded in. It was freezing cold, goosebumps forming on his skin. He crouched down and drank some of the water, soothing his dusty throat.

He splashed some of the water on his face, wiping away the sweat. He washed off the best he could, and crawled out of the creek. There was a flat rock nearby, and he laid the cloak down on top of it. 

A few hours of rest couldn’t hurt.

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He followed the creek after his nap. It would get to a river eventually, and maybe lead to a town where he could beg for some scraps.

He should have stolen the rest of the food at Master’s house. Idiot.

The creek did get bigger, but instead of bringing him to a river, it ran by a traveler’s campsite. The road must be close.

The campsite had just been used, fresh but cold ashes in the firepit, and fresh horse manure still buzzing with flies.

There were berry bushes nearby (unfortunately inedible ones), and he was struck with a thought.

His white hair was identifiable. No one had white hair, Master said so. Master said he was so pretty with white hair. It was why he was allowed to exist; it made him good enough to live despite being a stupid slave who couldn’t do things right.

Master could find him if his hair was still white.

He pulled off the berries, crushing them in his hands. He slathered his hair with them, staining the white to brown. Much better. He pulled his hood back up and followed the horse tracks to the road.

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The road led to a city, and he kept his head down passing through the gates. The guards didn’t even look at him.

There was a tavern just next to the gates, and the smell of food made him hesitate. It was a busy place, even had some stables attached.

He bit his lip.

He didn’t have any money. He went around the stables, and there was a dumpster out back. He peered into the trash, but he couldn’t see anything he could eat. Damn.

The back door to the tavern opened, and he backed away. Not fast enough, because the tavern owner spotted him immediately.

He scrambled away, but she grabbed him by the arm.

“What’re you doing?” She growled. “You a nasty little thief?” She shook his arm, and he whimpered, shaking his head.

“I- I was just hungry-”

She let go of him and he stumbled backwards into the ground. “‘M sorry! I just wanted to look in your trash!” He started to cry.

“Hmph.” She crossed her arms, staring him down.

“Please don’t call the guard,” he begged, sobbing. “I’ll go away, I swear.”

“I don’t like beggars,” she said. “So come here.”

She was going to hit him, and he deserved it for bothering her. He shakily got to his feet, and limped forward.

“There’s a pile of dishes in the sink. Scrub ‘em.”

“W-what?”

“You scrub the plates,” she pointed at him, “and you get food. That way you ain’t beggin’.”

“Thank you! Tha-”

“Shut up.” She turned and walked inside, and he followed.

There was in fact a sink piled full of dishes, and he got to work scrubbing them clean. The kitchen was hot, but he didn’t dare take off his cloak. He was so hungry he was lightheaded, and the smell of food was torture to the gnawing ache in his belly.

The dishes kept coming, and he ignored the strange looks from the wait staff.

After a few hours, the tavern owner handed him a package wrapped with paper.

“Get out.”

He left without argument, opening the package and eating as he walked.

The sandwich was the best thing he ever tasted.

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The second town he came across, the innkeeper let him sleep in the stables in exchange for scrubbing stains out of sheets. 

The third city tossed him out before he could offer anything, and he stole some apples from an orchard by the road before getting scared off by barking dogs.

He had a bad feeling about this next town. 

The innkeeper was at the counter, and it was not busy at all. It creeped him out. “How many nights?” asked the keeper, a flat tone to his voice as he scribbled in his ledger.

“I, um. I don’t have any money,” he admitted, “but um, is there anything I can do for you?”

The innkeeper slammed the book shut, and he jumped. The innkeeper looked him up and down, leaning back in his chair.

“I’m just hungry,” he said weakly, “do you have any scraps?”

“Nope. Get out.” 

“Please,” he tried again. “I’ll do anything.”

The innkeeper stood up. “I said leave.” He began to shove him outside, and he stumbled, bare heels digging into the wood.

“I’ll blow you,” he blurted, and the innkeeper paused. He held his breath. Why did he offer that?

The innkeeper grabbed him by the arm, dragging him into the back.

The innkeeper tossed him across the room. He swallowed, his mouth going dry. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The innkeeper stalked forward, and he dropped to his knees, tongue lolling out. The innkeeper unbuckled his belt and he knew what to do.

The innkeeper was rough and impatient, and he let the innkeeper fuck into his throat. He just wanted it over. The man grunted, finishing into his mouth, and he was hungry enough to swallow the cum without hesitation.

“Good enough,” said the man, tucking himself back into his pants, and relief flooded him. “Wait here.”

He got a hunk of cheese and a loaf of bread for the trouble.

“Next time offer your ass,” said the innkeeper with a nasty grin, “and maybe I’ll let you sleep the night.”

He scrambled for the door, laughter trailing behind him. There wasn’t going to be a next time.

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There was a next time.

There were several next times, all of which he tried to avoid but couldn’t if he wanted to eat.

He didn’t sleep in the cities anymore, too scared after someone forced themselves on him while he slept exposed in the stables.

That time, the innkeeper was even angry to find him still in the hay the next morning, and had used a horsewhip to punish and chase him out.

He trudged along the road.

Gods, he was so hungry. He felt faint, a chill to his bones despite the sun beating down on him.

He’d been heading north the whole time, and now the cities and towns were few and far between.

The last stop was pleasant, the woman who owned the lodge only asking him to sweep the floor in exchange for a bowl of chicken and rice.

That was a week ago.

The berry bushes along the road were bare now, the birds plucking them empty. He chewed on tree leaves and ate dandelions when he could, but it did little for his stomach.

Please, he prayed to the gods, I know none of you care, but please.

Maybe he should have stayed with Master.

He shook the thought from his head. Anything was better than Master.

Even if it was starving to death in the wilderness.

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The road became thin and rough. It narrowed down to a single cart wide and he wondered if he had walked to the end. But over the horizon was a blurry shape beneath the setting sun, and he dared to hope it was either a village or that he was finally dying and was hallucinating.

He kept walking.

It was a village, with an inn.

He stumbled through the door as nightfall fell.

The tavernkeeper was at the counter, and there was a small crowd in the dining room.

“Please,” he slurred, ready to offer whatever was left of him.

But the tavernkeeper held up a hand to stop him.

“I’ve heard of you,” he said, and his heart sank. Did Master know too? “You’ll do anything for a meal and a bed for the night, right?”

Not necessarily a bed, but he nodded, the effort making his head pound. 

“I want a private conversation with you in the morning,” said the keeper, his expression hard to read. “That’s all. I'll even throw in breakfast afterwards.”

He stared at the tavern keeper.

“Yes, sir,” he rasped. No one had ever offered him breakfast. Was it a trick? Too keep him here longer, so that Master would come and drag him away?

The keeper gestured for him to sit at the bar, and disappeared into the kitchen.

He returned quickly with a bowl of stew and a crust of bread, and, of all things, a mug of warm cider. 

He never had cider before. Master never allowed him to drink.

The tavern keeper told him where his room (a whole room? with a bed? and a lock?) was, and left him alone to eat.

The food was amazing, and he had to stop himself from scarfing it down and making himself sick. He’d made that mistake before, and completely lost his meal. He remembered crying over the vomit.

The bed was just as good as the food, but he couldn’t close his eyes.

What if the innkeeper told Master where he was? How long would it take Master to come for him?

He rolled over in the bed.

Surely the tavernkeeper wanted more than just talking.

If he were smart, he’d sneak out before dawn. But the keeper promised breakfast, and he wasn’t smart.

He couldn’t pass up two meals in a row. It was too tempting.

He thought about the mysterious generosity of the cider, and the sweet taste of the apples used to make it.

This could be his last night alive before he died by his Master’s hands.

He cried himself into a fitful sleep.

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[musical-shit-show]

dancing is a dangerous game

Pairing: Dewey Finn x Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #2 (“apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”) from Prompt List 1 and #15 (“would you ever consider going on a date with me?”) from Prompt List 2 requested by @animetattoochick

Warnings: mentions of drinking, strong language, suggestive dialogue, anxiety, mutual pining

Word Count: 2,305

Author's Note: We’re back baby! Thank you so much to @animetattoochick for this request and so sorry for the delay. I’m working through my other requests now and have more time this coming month to catch up. And very fitting since it’s spooky season and I have some more BJ requests in the pipeline ;) As always, check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists if you’d like to submit a request! Happy reading!

“Do you want to go? I feel like it’s getting a bit crowded in here and the door’s right there—”

“Are you drunk?” Dewey asked incredulously, “We just got here!”

You groaned, wishing you were more drunk than you were. Dewey had a natural charm that allowed him to get away with way too much, including convincing you to go out. This time, it was a birthday party for one of Ned’s friends, and the degrees of separation barely warranted you being there.

The party was in the back room of the Roadhouse, and you nodded at some familiar faces as you still tried to formulate an escape plan. You weren’t the biggest partier, and would much rather be hanging out with your best friend on his couch.

You didn’t know when you first became friends with Dewey. You occasionally moonlighted as a substitute teacher, and after a few instances of bumping into Ned, he introduced you to his girlfriend, Patty, and Dewey.

The rest was history.

And although he was one of the only people you could truly rely on, you still found yourself cursing him for pushing you out of your comfort zone.

“Come on, I thought you liked the Roadhouse,” he egged, noticing your arms crossed over your chest in protest, “And they’re actually taking requests tonight! Maybe they’ll play some of that pop bullshit you like.”

Your mouth fell open slightly, then lilted upwards in an indignant smile. Dewey was also a master of getting under your skin.

“Excuse me, Finn,” you responded, “Just because you listen to metal and classic rock 24/7 doesn’t make your music taste any more superior to mine.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart,” he joked, pressing the bottle of beer he was nursing to his lips.

You scanned the room, and relaxed your shoulders as you noticed some familiar faces. Dewey was always the more adventurous one, the one who lit up a room. You didn’t mind fading into the background.

“I’ll uh, go find Patty,” you said, and Dewey’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He really thought you’d put up more of a fight, “I’ll stay. For now. If you buy me a drink.”

He flashed a toothy smile, glad he could keep you around for a little while longer. “A fair trade. I’ll get right on it.” He gave a small salute, causing you to break into a grin of your own.

You made your way over to the other side of the bar to greet Patty, who was furrowing her brow at her phone. Never a good sign with her.

“Hey!”

“Hey, sorry, just finishing up this email,” she droned, rolling her eyes.

“Work?” She nodded wordlessly, and after a few silent moments, she locked her phone with a click and breathed a sigh of relief.

“I love my job, I love my job, I love my job…” she affirmed, rubbing her temples. You sat down at a stool next to her.

“Hey, well, at least it’s done, right?”

“Right, and I don’t have to think about the mayor’s schedule for another 48 hours, so I’m gonna get wasted,” you laughed at her directness as Ned sat on the other side of her, “You in?”

“Oh, uh, maybe?” you were still on the fence about staying too late, and the thought of a hangover did not sound enticing. “Dewey’s grabbing me a drink now, so—”

“Ugh, Dewey,” Patty said, earning an eye roll from Ned. You guessed he wasn’t thrilled about his best friend and girlfriend constantly warring, “When are you two going to hook up already, anyways?”

Your felt your face get hot with blush at the question. You and Dewey? The thought hadn’t crossed your mind. Not for a while, that is.

“What?”

“Oh my god, you’ve already hooked up, haven’t you?” she said, pulling you closer. You could feel sweat forming on the back of your neck, “Tell me everything.”

“Patty—”

“Ned, I swear to god—”

“No!” you said over their bickering, “I mean, sorry, no. Dewey and I, we’re not, I mean, we’re just friends.”

Patty looked at Ned, who quirked an eyebrow. Suddenly you felt very out of the loop.

“Does he know that?” she asked, a devious smirk spread across her face. You loved Patty, but sometimes her gossiping was beyond dangerous.

Before you could answer, Dewey arrived, a drink in each hand. “Jack and Coke, per usual,” he smiled, handing you the glass. You grabbed it, and immediately took a long swig.

“Whoa, killer, slow your roll,” he laughed. Patty and Ned both shifted on their stools. Dewey eyed the three of you suspiciously, “Why do I feel like I missed something?”

“Don’t worry about it, Dew,” Ned replied. For all of his nervous tendencies, he was pretty good at deflecting, “Wanna play some pool?”

You breathed a small sigh of relief as the two men headed towards the billiards tables, leaving you to finish off your drink and work quickly to order another.

***

“Why do you think me and Dewey hooked up?” you asked Patty, several hours and drinks later. Though you hadn’t crossed the threshold into full drunkenness, you were just tipsy enough to gain some courage.

She sighed, twirling the straw in her gin and tonic. “Because, my love, I see the way he looks at you,” she said, not an ounce of irony or sarcasm in her voice, “And don’t act like you don’t spend every waking moment together—”

“Because we’re friends!” you shot back defensively, “I mean, I’ve never even…I didn’t think he’d like me that way.”

Patty quirked an eyebrow. “Well, do you like him that way?”

A pit formed in your stomach almost instantly as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. The alcohol in your veins was making you particularly honest.

“I guess, I don’t know…yes. I think. It’s complicated, okay?” you finally spat out, your voice hushed in fear that someone else would hear you, “He’s my best friend, and I didn’t want to ruin what we have so…I never did anything about it.”

For once, she shot you an empathetic look. Her and Dewey were reluctant roommates on the best of days, but even she was heartened by your babbling. “Well, no time but the present,” she said with a smirk.

Patty grabbed your shoulders to turn you ninety degrees, and you saw Dewey standing next to Ned, also a few beers in and clearly having a good time. You gulped, a slower pop song blaring in your ears as the weathered disco ball spun languidly.

“Move along now,” Patty taunted in your ear, “Ned and I have a little bet going about you two.”

“What?!”

“Just for fun,” she said, giving you a little nudge forward, “we have to entertain ourselves somehow, don’t we?”

You walked away from her, and before you had time to think, you heard yourself asking “Wanna dance?” to Dewey, who looked genuinely surprised by your proposition. Ned snuck off without a word, leaving the two of you alone.

A small smirk played on Dewey’s face as the two of you stepped towards the dance floor; there were several other couples dancing near you, and despite your liquid courage, you were praying you wouldn’t be the center of attention.

There was a brief moment of awkwardness as you placed your arms around his neck. It wasn’t like you and Dewey had never danced with each other before; he always had a way of dragging you to the dance floor when one of his favorite classics was played.

But now, you were acutely aware of the way his hands rested on your hips, and how your breath smelled like vodka, and the thin veil of sweat that was making his usually unruly hair stick to his forehead.

“Oh, come on,” he teased, his eyes flickering to your stance, “I think we can do better than the ‘leave room for Jesus’ bullshit, don’t you?” You laughed, realizing how far you were standing from him. It was as if you had been transported back to your 8th grade school dance.

Dewey grabbed one of your hands and laced his fingers with your own. You couldn’t help but let out a small gasp as he pulled your body flush to his, while his other palm gripped your waist tightly.

“That’s better,” he smiled, giving you another once over. Clearly the booze had made him more daring as well. You grinned back, doing your best to hide your newfound nerves.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know, I’m just having a good night,” he shrugged, the two of you swaying in sync as the song continued, “You should try it sometime.”

Your mouth fell open slightly at his jab, “Hey, I’m the one who asked you to dance, remember?” you fired back, “Or are you drunker than I thought?” He shook his head in denial. “Quick,” you mocked, removing your hand from his and flashing three digits, “How many fingers am I holding up?” Dewey barked a laugh, gently grabbing your hand again. You smiled nervously at the gesture, your heart beating faster in your chest.

“Why did you ask me, by the way?” his voice uncharacteristically soft, “Not that I mind, but you know I’m used to more headbanging while I dance.”

You smiled, glancing over at Patty and Ned. They were watching you intently, drinks in hand. Of course.

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together,” you tried to say nonchalantly, “Or more accurately, that we’ll sleep together. Or, have slept together. I don’t know—”

“Breathe,” Dewey stopped you, “It was Patty, wasn’t it?” You nodded sheepishly, and he shook his head in disbelief, “I swear that woman knows exactly how to drive me insane…I told her nothing is going on between us.” You couldn’t help but notice that his voice had a slight tinge of sadness.

Now was your chance. You said a silent prayer that your nerves wouldn’t get the best of you.

“I mean…it’s not that crazy of an idea, is it?” you probed, doing your best to not shift your eye contact away from Dewey’s brown ones, “We do spend a ton of time together…honestly thinking about it, I kinda get why everyone thinks we’ve…”

Dewey’s eyes widened in mild surprise as you trailed off, the implication clearly hanging in the air. He never would’ve thought he’d be the cautious one when it came to this topic.

“Yeah, sure,” he conceded, “But wouldn’t that, ya know…change things?”

He always had feelings for you, but he didn’t want to risk ruining your friendship. You were too important to him, and an amazing friend, so he had silently resigned himself to hold those feelings close to his chest.

You swallowed your fear and shoved it down your throat. “Of course,” you became acutely aware of your palms growing sweatier by the second and hoped he didn’t notice, “But is it bad that I don’t care? Maybe we could give it a try. It could be good. Really good, even.”

“Goddamn, what has gotten into you tonight?” he threw your own question back at you as you felt your face getting flush.

“Maybe I don’t want to be a wuss anymore,” you smiled, “You should take notes, Finn.” He barked a laugh at your teasing.

Your stomach flipped as a completely new expression came over Dewey’s face. Well, at least completely new to you; who knows how he looked at you when you weren’t paying attention.

But you could tell from the way he eyed you that something finally shifted. “So,” he said coyly, “Since I’m a gentleman, I’m just going to make sure I do this the right way: Would you ever consider going on a date with me?”

Before you could answer, he spun you around and dipped you playfully, a giggle bubbling out of you as the song came to a close.

“Duh, you idiot,” you laughed, heart swelling in your chest now that the pent-up feelings you held onto for years were finally released. How could you have missed what was right in front of you for so long? You were almost embarrassed that Patty had to spell it out for you.

“Or maybe we could skip the date and go back to your place instead?” Dewey couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow suggestively. He certainly didn’t wait to start the blatant flirting, and you weren’t exactly complaining.

Still, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Why, so you can avoid Patty for the rest of the night?”

“…Maybe.”

“No.”

“Can you blame me? She’s a nightmare.”

“She’s fine, Dew,” you said as you both walked away from the dance floor, “And you have to admit, she clocked us pretty well.”

“I am not drunk enough to pay that woman a compliment,” he retorted, crossing his arms across his chest. You knew he was only partially kidding but still laughed anyways, “And she wasn’t right about everything. We haven’t hooked up. Again, we can definitely change that—”

“Don’t make me punch you, Finn,” you threatened, a playful smile dancing on your lips. You couldn’t believe how easily you both slipped into casual flirting; then again, you wondered if you had always been doing it without even realizing.

It was clear everyone else noticed, not that it mattered anymore.

“Kidding,” he said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender, “Kind of.”

“How about this,” you proposed, reaching the bar again. Luckily none of your friends were around to grill you just yet, “You buy me another drink, we dance some more, and see where the night takes us?”

Dewey’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal.”

*****

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[stickywhiteash]

Spilled the beans ||Kakashi x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol

Word count: (780)

Sitting at a bar, drinking with your comrades, you slam down a cup and demand another. It was supposed to be light hearted fun, a little get together, yet you’re spilling out all of your woes to Kurenai about a particular shinobi.

A few hours prior to going out with the gang, you had initially asked Kakashi if he wanted to check out the new sushi place down the street. The flat rejection of “I’m busy” and him continuing to fly off to the hokage’s office crushed your self confidence.

Here you are, brazenly drunk at an ungodly hour with Asuma, Kurenai, Genma and Anko. How long has it been since everyone first arrived? Who knows. Guy was also supposed to join in with the gang earlier but reported he was busy as well.

At some point you were singing with the crew, the next you were about to throw hands with some man who dared touch. Anko, off to the side, is egging you on to rearrange his face. The ones holding you back is Genma and Kurenai, deciding you’ve had far too much to drink and should probably head home.

It felt like the heavens above loved to tease your poor soul. Both Guy and Kakashi pulled up to the party. They would be fashionably late if it weren’t more than 3 hours after the appointed time. Something something, Guy challenged him and didn’t know if everyone would still be here.

“See, my eternal rival! They’re still here youthful and kicking it!”

“Glad you two could make it.”

“Ah, actually I was just stopping by.”

While you could over hear what people were saying, your mind was too fogged up to process what was going on. Instead, you were still telling Anko how you one hundred percent could have taken that creep.

“He…! Would have deserved it y’know! Ya can’t just yknow! Go around touchin’ people like that.”

“Mm.”

“See? See? He woulda haddit co—“

The next thing you knew, you were hoisted up by someone piggy back style. Before you could protest, the warmth of their body and scent of vanilla calms your alcohol induced rage. A round of farewells sends you and your escort off. Smile, wave, and nuzzle into whoever is taking you home.

“Mister escort? You are taking me home right?”

“Yes”

“Okay.. How do you know where I live?”

“That’s a secret”

A gasp, “YOU’RE NOT KIDNAPPING ME ARE YOU?”

“Ah, yes. All of your friends let you be whisked away by some stranger.”

Shaking your head, you mumble in disbelief, “I can’t believe them. They’ll pay for this.”

There’s a pause. Streetlights pass over head steadily. Cool air clings on to your face as he walks.

“Mister escort? Do you have anyone you love?”

Muscles tense underneath you. Sighing, you continue talking, the words still slurring.

“Hey. Promise me you won’t tell anyone?”

“Tell anyone what?”

“Oi! gotta promise first!!”

“Sure.”

“Piiiiiinky promise!”

One arm unlatches from the man’s neck and holds out the little digit.

“Okay, okay. Promise.”

The gesture is returned, linking the the two appendages.

“Do you know… hmnn uh Kakashi Hatake? Think everyone knows him. If you don’t you’re really living under a rock mister!”

Another sigh, another huff. You bury your face into the crook of this man’s neck, covered in fabric.

“I love him.. A lot. I don’t know if he loves me back but what I do know Is that I have to be the one who has to confess first. He would rather bury his emotions six feet under and then jump off a cliff than say anything. He’s— He’s lost so much; I don’t blame him. Even if.. And even if Kakashi doesn’t return my feelings, that’s okay. All I want is to see that man happy and at peace for once in his life. He might not believe it but he deserves to love and be loved.”

“… Why do you love someone like him?”

“Are you kidding? He puts his friends and comrades first over rules, over the mission. His loyalties lies in them. I feel like that’s hard to come by these days. Who wouldn’t want someone like that in their life?”

Your escort stops in front of your door, not saying a single word. Bending down, he lets you off his back.

“You promised not to tell anybody, okay? Especially not him! If I find out you told him.. I’ll hunt you down, Mister Escort,” you threaten, not bothering to look at his face. With poor coordination you struggle to unlock the door. The only thing you wanted right now was to get inside and fall asleep. Once it unlocks and the entrance to your apartment is open, you bid the man a thank you and farewell.

After the door shuts in his face, he whispers. The words are barely audible.

“I love you too.”

[firstkanaphans]

oh my god i love these prompts!!! could i request Y with sandray? tysm!!

[Y]elling “I love you” in the middle of an argument + [Q]uieting them with a kiss

Ray was drifting in and out of consciousness when he heard his bedroom door being wrenched open. 

“Ray? Ray?!”

Despite its anxious tenor, the voice was familiar and comforting, but Ray was far too exhausted to open his eyes and see who it belonged to. Instead, he rolled over and buried his face in his pillow with a groan. The voice was very loud.

“Jesus Christ, Ray. Are you drunk?!”

Ray groaned again because it was really none of this voice’s business whether he was drunk or not, but before he could find the energy to tell them to piss off, he was forcibly rolled over as the covers were ripped off of him. He tried to shield his eyes from the sunlight, but it was too late. His retinas burned.

“Leave me alone. I’m sleeping.”

“Sleeping? Ray, have you lost your goddamn mind? You were supposed to meet me at the orphanage an hour ago to complete your community service—you know, the thing you’re required by the government to do or otherwise they’ll send you to jail?”

Ray recognized the voice now and the longer he stared at the blurry figure in front of him, the better Sand came into focus. His cheeks were flushed and he looked angry. He usually did these days.

“I’ll reschedule,” Ray grumbled. He didn’t understand what the big deal was. It wasn’t like it was Sand’s problem.

“Ray,” Sand snapped. “You can’t keep doing this!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s irresponsible.” Ray rolled his eyes—what a lame excuse—and then reached for the bottle of whiskey on his bedside table. He picked it up and was just about to take a sip when Sand snatched it away. Ray glared at him. Sand glared back. “If you keep going like this, you’re going to kill yourself.”

Ray didn’t quite know how to articulate that he really didn’t fucking care. He had broken up with Mew the night before, finally forced to come to terms with the fact that Mew didn’t love him. That he didn’t love Mew. And without that safety net to fall back on, he didn’t really give a damn where he ended up. Jail? Hell? It was all the same to him. 

He climbed out of bed in search of a drink. Sand couldn’t gatekeep all of it. There was too much. 

There was a bottle of wine in the music room, so he grabbed it only to find that it was empty. He tossed it to the side and then went to the mini fridge instead. He found a beer, but before he could crack it open, Sand stole that from him too. Ray turned to glare at him. 

“I’m not going to let you drink,” Sand said and then held the bottles up in demonstration. “I can do this all day. I’m sober. You can’t outlast me.”

“I’ll call the cops,” Ray countered, “and tell them you’re trespassing.”

Sand called his bluff. “Go right ahead.”

Ray let out a shriek of frustration. “Why do you fucking care if I drink myself to death, anyway? I’m not your fucking problem!”

“Because I’m in love with you!”

The words struck Ray like a bolt of lightning and he suddenly felt more sober than he had in days. He froze, his anger evaporating as quick as it had come, and just stared at Sand who had turned beet red at his own outburst.

“But you know what?” Sand said, immediately backpedaling. He set the bottles down on the table next to him and began turning towards the door. “Clearly, you don’t need my help, so…”

He was giving in. He was trying to get away. Ray didn’t want to let him go because Sand loved him—despite everything he had done. Despite everything Ray had put him through. Sand loved him. And Ray was pretty sure that he loved Sand, too. He hadn’t recognized it at first because the feeling was so different than what he felt for Mew. It wasn’t safe. It was wild and scary and untamed. It made him want to be alive.

“Just show up for your community service, okay?” Sand said as he reached the door. “Please. Don’t go to prison over this, Ray. I don’t think I could live with myself if—”

Ray crossed the room, spun Sand around, and kissed him. Sand let out a soft noise of surprise against his lips, but once he realized what was happening, he relaxed. He kissed him back. When they finally parted, he just stared at Ray, a question in his eyes. 

“I love you, too,” Ray said. He was sure this time. 

Sand smiled at him so brightly that it warmed him from the inside out and for the first time in a very long while, Ray wasn’t craving alcohol. Instead, he kissed Sand again.

For the Fluff Prompt ABCs

[sevendeadlyheadcanons]

I’ve seen this on tiktok with different fandoms so here is NNT if they worked in retail

(these will be british because i live in britain and so do they and saying big tescos is objectively funnier than walmart or whatever)

Meliodas: Still runs his pub, but it’s probably a Wetherspoons that he’s bought the franchising rights of. He plays the football on the TV and writes who’s playing on a chalkboard in front of the pub to draw more people in. Probably supports Millwall but lies to people about it because he doesn’t want to get beat up in his own pub

Diane: Claire’s. Never let this woman touch the piercing gun. Whenever she checks you out on the till she’s like “Ooh these earrings are stunning they’ll suit you so good” she always buys the blind bags and collects them all

Ban: Corner shop. Probably sells vapes to minors and gets them to call him bossman, but not intentionally he’s just drunk on the job (he drinks the 3 year old WKD that nobody has bought because it’s shit)

King: Marks and Spencer’s. He believes that M&S food is better than any other food. “Yeah sure Aldi might be cheaper, but are you gonna get Percy Pigs there?” “These oranges are of better quality and 10x better than the ones you can get at asda” bro will defend the prices at M&S with his life and constantly denies the tory allegations.

Gowther: Lush. Bro sells the fuck out of them bath bombs. He always smells like the shop. Does demos just for the fun of it, because he likes to see the ✨sparkle✨ the biggest snow fairy fiend, he stock piles snow fairy when it first comes into stock so nobody else can buy it for the first like week.

Merlin: Superdrug. She knows the shop like the back of her hand. Where’s the paracetamol? “Second isle” Where’s the pads? “At the end of isle 4” Where’s the makeup kept? “The back isle” She probably lets people shoplift to spice her day up.

Escanor: WHSmiths at daytime, Puregym at nighttime. Bro has bills to pay so he’s constantly on the grind. At smiths he constantly has to defend the prices and remind people that he personally is not the reason why the pencil cases are a tenner. At the gym he has no idea why people are working out at midnight but he’ll go and do it next to them just to flex.

Elizabeth: Probably still a waitress at the pub. Has to deal with rowdy footy fans all day with a smile on her face and she takes it like a champ. Doesn’t make the app orders late on purpose but they’ll still end up taking 2 hours to come somehow. She probably dropped the tray and had to remake it and then had to kick someone out. She needs her legally required 4 weeks paid holiday please 💔

Elaine: Primark. It’s the only job she could get and it makes her blood boil everyday. She hates the customers, she hates the cheaply made clothing. She is constantly applying to other jobs but she cannot get anywhere yet.

[sunnytarg]

Can you PLEASE do a part 2 of Aegon ii with a commoner lover. Maybe where she starts to swell with his bastard after the many times he's spilled his seed in her.

I honestly kind of want to write more about these two but I don’t want to write an entire fic because I know I won’t finish it.

Pt.1

Aegon isn’t one to notice things on his own. He’s oblivious, something his family likes to point out to him at every turn. So it takes them asking why he has stopped visiting the brothels in the City and laid off on getting drunk and veiling them as off-handed comments for him to even realize that his darling in the City has had such an influence on him.

He doesn’t tell any of his family members why he has started to work on getting rid of his bad habits. He wants his darling to remain a secret from them and after all, he really doesn’t think it’s any of their business.

Aegon obviously still sneaks out of the Red Keep every night. There isn’t a day that goes by that he doesn’t ache to see his darling and now that he no longer reeks of alcohol or whores, she no longer sends him away.

He practically lives in her small home and no one really notices. It’s not like he’s Aemond, his mother’s favorite, or Helaena, the only girl amongst several brothers. Aegon disappearing for hours and even days at a time is overlooked immediately, and he knows this and takes advantage of it.

He doesn’t just go to his darling’s home for sex. Often, they’ll just bask in each other’s company or explore the City together. However, they fall into bed together quite often and Aegon never thinks twice about releasing his seed inside of her. He had done so many times with other women and never heard from them again. He never knew if they drank moon tea or had his bastard. Truthfully, he didn’t care.

It’s this ignorance and obliviousness that makes him not even think of his darling ever swelling with his child. After so many nights visiting her, he had just assumed that perhaps she was either barren or drinking moon tea. He hadn’t asked, but it’s on a night like any other when he slips into her home late a night and is met with an apple hurtling toward him.

He blinks in surprise and looks at the apple stunned before looking at his darling. She’s red in the cheeks and breathing heavily. For a moment he feels as though a dragon is staring him down. It’s not the first time that he wonders if perhaps there was a bastard Targaryen in her family tree because if anyone had the blood of the dragon, it was the woman standing in front of him, ready to throw more fruit at him.

He raises his hands in the air slowly, as though he were about to approach a wild animal, and asks her why she seems insistent on knocking his head off with apples. Finally fixes him with her most terrifying glare and growls, “I’m carrying your child.”

Aegon stands there dumbfounded for a moment until another apple comes hurtling his way. It hits him square in the chest making him let out a humph. Knocked out of his daze he finally smiles at her news. He knew he had other children but his other bastards were conceived in a lustful or drunken haze. His children with Helaena were born of duty but he found it difficult to be around them without his mother hovering around heavily implying that he needed to be a better husband. Now that his youngest, Maelor could walk, his grandsire had started to tell (not suggest or imply anything, like his mother) him that he needed to perform his husbandly duties again. They had just made it so hard for him to be around his children without him feeling inadequate.

This child, though, with his fierce darling, was conceived entirely out of love and without obligation. He couldn’t understand why he was being assaulted with apples when this was clearly good news. When he asked her if she didn’t want the babe she looked ready to throw another apple. Aegon quickly strode over to her and held her arms gently, stroking the inside of her wrists with his thumbs as she finally looked at him and spoke, “of course, I want this child, my love, but look around you. This is no place to raise one and few people are kind to bastards.”

Aegon takes in her words and looks around the small home where he had made a safe haven. Several of the boards are loose, and there are holes in the roof that so when it rains you still get wet even when inside and the people that walk by at night are often drunk and get into violent fights. Aegon understands why she doesn’t believe this place is suitable to raise a child but he’d rather raise them here than in the Red Keep.

He wraps his arms around her and whispers reassurances in her ear. She had been the one to hold him up when he was at his lowest. Not taking any of his shit but still making sure that he was okay. The least he could do for her was holding her when she was afraid. When she sinks into his chest after her anger has dissipated, Aegon looks around again and swears to himself that their child will have a good life. After all, he is a Prince, he should be able to take care of the person he loves and their child together.

When Aegon returns to the Red Keep early the next morning, he can’t shake the feeling of someone watching him. The castle had eyes, he knows this, he was always being watched and he could usually push the feeling out of his mind but now if the wrong spy catches him sneaking out and to his love in the City, her safety is on the line because he knows his grandsire well enough, to know that he would get rid of any obstacle that’s in the way of Aegon becoming King.

Instead of every other night, he now slips out of the castle every night. He also begins to put together little bags of coins and brings them with him. At first, his love had declined to take it, and when he pointed out that they would need money to raise their child and leave or repair this home she had agreed. She is still wary about hiding the coins and expensive trinkets that Aegon brings to her in her home, after all, she lives in King’s Landing and the City is ripe with thieves.

Aegon knew all of this, he told her, but if one of the servants that cleaned his rooms noticed him starting to stock up coins and things of value, they’d immediately tell his grandsire and he’d put a stop to Aegon ever seeing her again.

She hadn’t understood why it was such a problem and Aegon was hesitant to tell her. She was carrying his babe, he didn’t want to frighten her with the knowledge that her grandsire would likely have her and the babe killed if he found out about her. So instead, he smiled tightly at her and asked her to just please indulge his paranoia.

By the time she is visibly swollen with the babe, they begin to start thinking of ways for Aegon to be able to raise his child. His sneaking out of the castle and staying in his lover's home for several hours a day was good when it was just the two of them but that just wouldn’t work soon.

They both draw blanks until one night they lay tangled together in the small bed whispering about dreams they had as a child. Aegon has his hand on her swollen stomach as she tells him about how she wanted to be a performer when she was younger and travel with them throughout the Seven Kingdoms.

Aegon tells her how he was content with his life until his father began to grow more and more ill and his mother became more paranoid. He tells her how his mother had married him to his sister (when she points out that she already knew this because he’s the prince, he just hushes her with a playful smile and continues with his story) despite the fact that she not only despises the Targaryen customs but finds them disgusting. He tells her how he thinks his marriage is another reason his mother looks at him with disgust, despite it being her doing.

After years of trying to perform his duty for his family, he had finally given up and began dreaming of sailing away. Essos, he says, or perhaps Volantis like Jaehaerys’s daughter, Saera.

It’s quiet after his confession. He starts to think that his love has fallen asleep but a few seconds later she whispers, “that’s it.”

He turns to look at her, his eyebrows scrunched up with confusion. Since his seed took root in her womb and started to grow, she had been having more and more conversations with herself and expecting Aegon to know what she was talking about. He found it amusing.

When she saw his look of confusion she rolled her eyes at him and says, “Essos. Aegon, we should sail to Essos, we have enough coins for the voyage and I have no prospects here and you don’t want to be a prince. We could start over with our child in Essos.”

With their new idea, they begin to set it in motion. They can’t afford to wait much longer because his love is getting closer and closer to giving birth and he’s afraid of what would happen if she went into labor on the ship.

So while he’s in the castle, making sure that servants and guards and all of the other people who live in the Red Keep see him so that suspicion isn’t raised, his love is down at the docks attempting to buy them passage to Essos.

It’s the night that she tells him that she has secured them passage on the next ship to Essos that he’s finally caught.

The night goes normally. He spends his time at her home and they celebrate finally being able to leave King’s Landing. They find their way to the mattress and after they’re both sweaty and spent, Aegon starts to talk to the babe. He’s certain that they can hear him because every time he does this they kick in response.

He doesn’t know what time he leaves but it’s late. The City that is so often loud and busy is asleep. That’s why Aegon is caught off guard when he’s dragged into a dark alley and pushed hard against the stone wall.

He blinks in surprise and laughter of disbelief escapes him when he can finally make Aemond’s face out in the dark.

He’s hauled back to the castle by the scruff of the neck. It’s only before they enter through a secret passageway that Aegon is finally able to ask how Aemond found him and why.

“Our grandsire has noticed your sudden lack of interest in whores and wine,” Aemond grumbles as he tries to wrestle an uncooperative Aegon inside. “He’s also aware that you have been sneaking out of the castle and he wants to know where you’re going.”

Aegon tried not to look too relieved when he realized from Aemond’s words that their grandsire had no idea where and whom he had been seeing. His lover and their unborn babe were safe for now.

The. It dawns on him. Aemond knows about her. He grabbed him just near her house and Aemond is ever the dutiful grandson.

“Aemond, I’m begging you,” Aegon starts as he’s dragged up the stairs. Aemond huffs a small laugh at the desperation in his brother's voice. “Don’t tell anyone about her.”

Aemond doesn’t say anything until they're at Aegon’s chambers. He throws his brother in and looks at him unamused, “that poor girl has to give birth to your child. I’d say that’s punishment enough without setting out grandsire on her trail.”

Several days pass and the only thought that can calm him down is knowing that she’s not in danger. It doesn’t stop his thoughts from spiraling, though. He hasn’t been able to sneak away for days and ever since he found out that she was with child, he has been with her every day. What if she thinks he’s deserted her and their babe.

Their babe. She’s so close to giving birth. He was afraid that she’d end up going into labor on the ship but the babe could come early. She could have already of had the child and he wouldn’t have been there like he reassured her he would be.

He supposes that he can find solace in knowing that she still can board the ship heading to Essos even if he never manages to sneak away from the eyes of the castle and make his way back to her.

It’s three days until they are supposed to get on the ship that will lead them to a life of freedom Aegon is finally able to get past the guards at his door and avoid the all-too-knowing eyes of the servants. He hurries down to the city, practically running the whole way, afraid that he’ll be dragged back before he can see his darling again.

When he stops in front of the doorway to her home, he pauses. What if she doesn’t want to see him anymore? He swore to her he’d be there for her every day and now he’s broken that oath.

It’s only when he hears the sounds of a babe crying that he forces himself to enter the small home. His eyes land first on his love, her hair is undone and flowing down her back and she paces the room of her home. She’s humming and when Aegon looks down he sees her holding a very small bundle in her arms.

She had given birth while he was gone. His heart aches at the thought that he wasn’t there for their child’s first cries.

His love looks up at him and instead of sending a glare his way, she only smiles softly at him and silently tells him to come over. He does as she wishes and soon his eyes find his child’s. Their large and lilac just like his but they have their mother’s hair and he smiles as he strokes the soft tufts.

“I think we should name her Saera,” his love finally says and Aegon finally looks back up at her. “Like her ancestor, who was able to make it out of here and make a life away from here.”

Aegon can only nod. He can’t recall ever feeling this happy. When his twins, Jaehaera and Jaehaerys were born, he thought that maybe he’d feel some sort of happiness but before he could even enter the rooms after Helaena had just given birth, it was made abundantly clear that more than anything, these children would be Helaena’s. Aegon was to have nothing to do with them because his sister needed some type of happiness in her life and her children would be it.

This child, Saera, was his and his darlings, though. Looking down at his yawning daughter’s face he knows that he’d do anything for her.

It’s the day that they are supposed to board the ship to take them away from here and to Essos that he finally spots Aemond watching him in the crowd of people. Most people brushed by the second prince without realizing who he is, but Aegon could find his brother in a heartbeat.

Aemond doesn’t say anything, he only watches as Aegon helps his love and his daughter climb aboard. If Aegon had to hazard a guess, he’s d guess that Aemond has been keeping an eye on him since he snuck out of the Red Keep again. He doesn’t want to think why he didn’t drag him back or confront him. He doesn’t want what could possibly be the last time he sees his younger brother to be clouded in negative emotions.

When they are on board and the ship pulls away from the dock, Aegon still hasn’t looked away from Aemond.

For the first time since he saw him, Aemond smiles slightly and flicks his eye up to the sky. Aegon follows and a wide smile spreads across his face. That was what Aemond had been up to it seems.

Sunfyre, golden and beautiful, flew above the waters and followed the ship as it started to sail away.

[adaines-furious-feast]

Soooooooooo Arianwen/Jace first date? please?

Oooh, yes been thinking about this a lot (on that four hour bus journey I had yesterday). 

So, it wasn’t supposed to be a date. 

I imagine they met at some conference on teaching experimental magic bs that Jace 100% did not want to be at but someone from Aguefort had to go and he drew the short straw. And Arianwen has to give some presentation and she has the most charisma of anybody he’s ever seen from Hudol (read: any charisma) and, well, she’s not bad looking so he finds her at the hotel bar to have a little fun.  

And Arianwen is sexually frustrated. I think it’s both a High Elven thing in that having a sex drive is much too much and not dignified in anyway, but also a “women shouldn’t want sex, but should just submit when it’s requested” kind of thing. She wants to fuck, but she knows that is so frowned upon. 

Jace is not the first one night stand that Arianwen has had at this kind of thing. The guys she’s had have been at best a kind of four out of ten, which is still quadruple the amount that Angwyn is. Jace is on another scale. It’s from that conference that Arianwen learns a new definition of the phrase "practical caster". 

But it’s just a one night stand and neither of them expect anything else to come from it. It does keep Arianwen entertained in the bath and when Angwyn is working late for months but it’s nothing. 

Except it’s an itch that Arianwen just can’t scratch. So months later she Sendings Jace to suggest they get drinks in Bastion City. And Arianwen fully intends for this to be a single drink and then he’ll make a suggestion, they’ll go back to a hotel room and he’ll fuck her brains out and that itch will be scratched. Because she absolutely has him down as a fuck boy who is not going to get through 15 minutes before things start to go that way. 

Jace on the other hand is very much hoping and aiming for the night to end in a hotel room, but he figures this is some intelligent and dignified Hudol professor so he’s at least going to have to go through the whole date night thing first. So he’s being polite and asking her about stuff and at one point he asks something like “oh if you could research anything what would it be” and oops, you just unlocked Arianwen Talks About Her Special Interest. 

Arianwen does not get to do this often and will jump at the opportunity. Jace has never seen and adult this passionate about magic (about anything really) pretty much ever. And he just lets her talk because it’s infectious. He has no idea what she’s talking about after five minutes but she’s clearly so excited by it and he’s smitten.  

By the time Arianwen realises she’s been let to go on about this for more than ten seconds, thirty minutes has passed.  

So they’re drinking and talking and Arianwen isn’t drunk-drunk, but she is tipsy and giddy and ok, maybe she’s a little more drunk than she thought she was because she’s the one actually suggesting they go back to the hotel room she’s booked (which she would never do sober because it’s such an immature horny teenage thing for a woman to ask for sex).  

Jace reads her as being way more drunk than she is though and he is not going to have sex with an inebriated woman (partially because of his mother) but he does take her back to her hotel room and leaves a note with his crystal number on it so she doesn’t have to waste spell energy if she wants to get in touch again.  

They're a mess and I love them.

[the-fiction-witch]

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Samuel sat down on the staircase of his little house, everything felt as if the world was falling for him, Samuel had never had an easy life. Born to a mother with serious mental health problems, and a father who drinks, smokes and gambles himself beyond excess. But he had felt some peace of late, and it had all come crumping down. His mother had run off, his father had gotten them so far into debt the family had not a single dime to their names, men were coming around threatening and asking for their father, because his father had taken what little they had pawned off and ran off to the casino, and it was unlikely he was going to come back, his brother becket had gone out three days ago and had not yet come back without a word to samuel where he was going, and now Samuel had come home after a day of reciting Shakespeare on street corners with a whole five bucks to get himself through to find the landlord had bolted the house and left everything his father hadn’t already taken left in a backpack on the front step for samuel to take with him. He didn’t cry, he just sat on the step with the bag and his five bucks in hand trying to think what he was to do.

"Hey, Sam!" A voice catches his attention, he looks up and sees Y/n the girl who lived in the house next door,

Y/n heads down the street, In a pair of combat boots, some high-waisted black jeans, a sheer net t-shirt with a small red vest over it, a Moto jacket hung over her satchel bag, her hair pulled into two braids that fall down her shoulders,

“Oh, hey Y/n,” He tried to smile at her, “How was… wherever you’ve been?” he tried to strike up a conversation almost as a way to distract himself from everything,

“Fine, same as always.” she shrugged as she came over, “You okay?”

“Uhhhh yeah, I uhh…” He sniffled,

“The place locked up again?” she asked noticing the bolt on the front door,

“Yeah,” He nodded,

“Where’s your dad?”

He shrugged,

"I know, it's hard. I'm sure you'd dad will show up he always does" she says as she sits down beside him on the step,

“He pawned everything we had,” he told her, “He’s gone to the casino, if they don’t shoot him on sight for his debts he’ll get drunk and gamble it all away anyway and then they’ll shoot him. That or he’s gonna get picked up and taken out by one of the many other people he owes.” He explained, “No… he ain’t coming back Y/n,”

“Your mom?”

“My mom ain't be back for five years… if she wanted to be back she would have come home by now.” He said tears starting to fall,

"come here I'll be your mom, I'll take care of you Sammy" she smiled pulling him so he could rest his head on her shoulder, “I mean not literally more like an older sister but you know what I mean,”

Samuel laughed and smiled and buried his face on her shoulder, “Thank you so much, Y/n, I really wish I had an older sister like you…” he muttered tearfully,

"well you have Becket doesn't your big brother take care of you?"

“Not really, he always just steals whatever money he can and runs off till he runs out of money, he just doens’t want to be here,” Samuel explains,

"oh you poor thing," she cooed hugging him tighter,

“Now I don’t know where anyone is, I don’t know if anyone is coming back, the house is bolted and I don’t have any idea what to do…”

“How long have you been sat out here?”

“Four hours…”

"ohh Sammy, you poor thing. It's okay. Come on come with me,"

“What?” he asked in shock,

“Come on,” she just got up holding his hand, and his bag, she leads him next door to her own house, everything inside was much nicer than this, this house actually had doors, the windows weren't broken, and it felt warm. She quickly makes some hot chocolate in the kitchen and hands it to him letting him sit on the sofa with a blanket "Drink up as much as you want, I'll go run you a nice hot bath once you’re done and we'll get in a pizza," she smiled kissing his forehead,

“Wait… Y/n…” he stopped her and as he held her arm Sam's tears flowed down, “You really don’t mind?”

“Course not,”

“I can stay tonight?”

“You can stay as long as you need to,”

“But I don’t have any money-”

“Did I ask if you did?”

“No, but I…” He stuttered “Y… you're so nice to me, but … what would your dad say, if you take in a thief?

"I don't know never met the guy," she shrugged,

“So is it alright if I… stay?”

"you can stay as long as you like, I promise" she reassured, "and even once you go you are welcome to come back any time you like for as long as you like. Eat my food, drink my drinks, use my shower, use the bed, any painkillers or medication you need just tell me. I'll take care of you I promise"

Samuel couldn't contain his feelings and just broke into tears thinking about how much care he needed in his life, and all of that just because you offered him a shelter and a place he could call home. He hugged her tightly and buried his face in her shoulder, then he spoke again while sobbing “Thank you… thank you very much, I can't believe how kind you are…”

"awww that's okay Sammy, no need to worry,” she smiled hugging him too she kissed his head and let him hug as long as he needed,

Samuel just stayed there hugging her, feeling so safe and protected in her arms. Every now and then he would say some words but would just end up sobbing into her shoulder. He was shaking from the amount of adrenaline and emotions he felt as he hugged her, his lips were trembling with sadness as he held Y/n close,

“What about your mom? Won't she get mad at you because you took me in?”

"I highly doubt it, she doesn't live here"

Samuel's eyes widen as he hears this, “Wait, she doesn't?! You.. you live here on your own?” He is surprised of course as he assumed Y/n wasn’t that much older than him if not the same age, it did make life easier as they could just care for one another,

"no, I left when I was fourteenth. She was… Not a nice drunk, and she was always drunk. So I left and bounced around the system till I got a solid job and here we are. Trust me you could cost me a hundred bucks a week it's not gonna be a problem,"

“But, what if someone finds out you took me in? They can report us, we can get into trouble…”

"why? Why is it anyone's business?"

“Well, because you know I am a thief, if they find out you are basically sheltering me, they would come for us, I could maybe even be arrested for being in your house and you could be in trouble for that.”

"Sammy you're a pickpocket. You pinch phones and wallets out of strangers' back pockets half the time people don't even know they've been robbed just assume they lost it. Trust me no one is coming after you and even if for some reason they did, I am not going to let them take you just for being in my house. This is my house and I allow whoever I want in it"

“Well, you're right I guess, but still… I don’t want to cause you any trouble”

"I promise you are welcome to stay as long as you like we can get you cleaned up and maybe look into getting you a little job? Or you can just be my little maid"

“Wait, really?” he smiled “You promise I can actually stay with you and help you with house chores” Samuel's eyes sparkled at the thought of being able to have a safe place to stay

"of course, you’re welcome to stay and if you want any help you have only to ask, now… How about I go run you a nice hot bath with some bubbles?"

“Really?!” Sam asks happy and excited, “I would really like it if you did that for me actually…”

“Okay give me a second, you enjoy your hot chocolate,” she smiled as she headed to the bathroom,

[sqlmn]

OK wow I am really nervous to talk about them soooo first things first:

trigger warnings for: cheating in a relationship and contemplating suicide.

Vero is a guy, mid-thirties, very happy in a relationship with a woman for a couple years. He thought they were happy and on the same page and neither wanted kids. One night, she’s relaxing with him and brings up children. He immediately changed the topics then said he was going to go get some fresh air... and heads straight to a bar and gets really drunk. He ends up cheating while drunk (with a man) and he knows he messed up and he knows the woman he’s with deserves better. So he tells her what he did and that they should break up. Until that point, he was enjoying life living for her. To be with her. And breaking that trust and breaking her heart wasn’t supposed to happen. So he broods for a couple weeks and then heads to a bridge early in the morning, convinced he should just jump and get out of everyone’s lives.

On the bridge he sees someone already staring out to the water and spaced out. So he sighs and approaches her and it turns out that Chassidy is there for the same reason. She just wants to end her life and give up the pain of being rejected and disgusting. And Vero... just tells her they should grab some coffee. There’s a cafe nearby and out of the cold. She’s so emotionally broken she just agrees and they begin to walk. As they begin to drink in silence, Chassidy is the one to finally talk. She mentions how she was doing well in her college courses, she had a lot of friends, she had feelings for another girl she knew didn’t return the sentiment. But the girl found out and got disgusted telling her that “just cause I was nice doesn’t mean I would ever want more with you”. And Chassidy was just defeated hearing that. What’s the point in liking people if they’ll just be disgusted? When it clicks with Chassidy that the entire reason Vero was on the bridge was for THE EXACT SAME REASON she had she tells him they should just go back. Go and die together. Vero instantly declines.

Vero just tells her it’s a fresh wound that will heal. He says he has to get to work and he expects to see her at the same cafe in exactly one week. And then he leaves.

When Vero gets back to the cafe after the week passes, he realizes he’s actually looking forward to seeing Chassidy again. To see her hopefully having moved on and improved. Instead, he waits. And waits. And after an hour of waiting, he debates leaving. Then Chassidy rushes in and apologizes for forgetting her alarm and she didn’t /mean/ to be so late and she’s sorry for inconveniencing him but all he feels is relief that she made it.

The two continue to meet up and eventually Chassidy finds out about Vero cheating which is why he’s so against relationships whenever they come up in conversation and she tells him that he’s human. He did mess up. He should absolutely acknowledge it! But he shouldn’t let that mess up ruin his entire life. And she encourages him to try socializing with people without worrying about trying to date anyone. Just make friends with new people.

And he says he’ll try.

So the two basically become each others hype man/woman and encourage each other to live their best life.

[notablog42]

Stranger Things College AU HC 12

Steve and Robin’s relationship brings me so much joy, so here’s just me dumping all the little Stobin moments I think would be happening in this universe:

They DD together. Robin can’t drive, but she’s seen her friends drink and knows Steve will need help wrangling them into the car and back home. On nights that they go out, everyone ends up back at Steve’s, sleeping in the living room. Steve keeps extra blankets and pillows and foam mattress toppers in his bedroom closet for these nights. Robin helps everyone get settled while Steve makes coffee and breakfast food to try and help curb the hangovers that are coming. Neither of them minds skipping out on drinking the nights that they’re not at home and both of them appreciate the fact that they’re able to do it together.

That being said, the nights that they stay in to drink, drunk Steve and Robin is a real treat. One night they decided they were going to start a podcast; there’s a two-hour long voice memo on Steve’s phone of him and Robin talking about complete nonsense and trying to interview their friends. Their questions are so nonsensical that no one understood anything that was happening except for Steve and Robin, who are both completely convinced that they’ve cracked The Code. No one knows what The Code is but they’ve cracked it. Another time Steve and Robin convince everyone to play hide and seek. Despite the fact that Steve and Dustin’s apartment is just two rooms, a bathroom, and the living room/ kitchen, neither Steve nor Robin are found. They each emerge from their hiding spots after being they are both promised they won. To this day no one knows where they were hiding or how they managed to stay hidden because neither of them have ever been good at staying still or quiet when drunk.

Steve and Robin swap clothes constantly, they go shopping together, they do laundry together. They basically share a single wardrobe at this point. There are days where Steve will pick Robin up for classes and she’ll say “oh, I spent forever looking for that sweater this morning.” They’ve spent so much time at the local thrift store that the employees there know their names. When Robin goes on her date with Vickie, Steve helps her pick out an outfit. On the day Steve had to give a presentation for the service club he’s in, Robin found him in full-blown panic mode and was able to pick out the perfect outfit for him in 30 seconds. They’re both always so stylish, but make a point to insult each other’s outfits. Despite the fact that Steve wore that exact same shirt a week ago, Steve will loudly proclaim Robin has the worst taste in clothes ever. “God, Steve’s jacket is so ugly.” Robin, you were wearing that jacket 45 minutes ago, when you left the house. He took it from you because he got cold.

Late night drives around campus are a real, cathartic thing. Steve and Robin both love their partners. Eddie and Nancy are great. But neither of them has ever driven to Sonic at 2 in the morning with them. They’ve never driven to the edge of campus and laid on the hood of Steve’s car, talking about everything from whatever classes were giving them anxiety to the vastness of the universe to whatever conspiracy theory Robin had found online at the time. Steve and Robin will aimlessly drive, sometimes in silence, sometimes chatting, sometimes with the radio up a little too loud for the time of night. But it’s always been their thing. They can’t really explain why they refuse to share it other than the fact that it just feels like something for the two of them.

Steve hates sending emails and always makes Robin write them for him. She’s always happy to oblige because she refuses to call anyone and makes Steve do it.

Steve and Robin LOVE karaoke. When they go no one else wants to participate — despite the fact that Eddie is literally in a band — so the two of them have the stage pretty much to themselves. They’ll sing themselves hoarse and need to be cut off by Nancy and Eddie when they try to carry on for too long

Steve texts Robin picture of cool rocks he sees around campus. Robin texts Steve picture of flowers. They’ve each got albums of these pictures because seeing them is a reminder that the other one is thinking about them. That they’ve got each other.

Robin writes terrible dad jokes on sticky notes and leaves them in random places for Steve to find. Steve then uses them in conversation with his kids. Robin knows this and jokes that Steve should credit her for some of his dad-ness

Steve and Robin are both physically affectionate and will platonically cuddle all the time. Laying in the grass on the quad, watching movies on Steve’s couch, arms over one another’s shoulders as they walk around campus. Robin will rest her head on Steve's shoulder when they're sitting next to each other and Steve will put his head on top of hers.

They have matching lock screens. It’s a photo Nancy took of Steve and Robin when they were on a hike over the summer, the year they visited Colorado. Robin is gripping a giant stick — more of a branch, really — while Steve has an armful of pinecones he had been collecting

Despite the fact that they bring out the chaos in one another, Steve and Robin are really good study buddies. They check on each other to make sure they’re staying focused. Steve’s found that Robin’s best indicator of success is when she’s able to explain a concept to him and it makes actually makes sense. Robin helps Steve make a to-do list for each study session and gives him a round of applause when he marks something off on his list. He pretends to hate it, but her applause makes him feel a lot more accomplished than he cares to admit

Steve and Robin are the ultimate wingmen. On multiple occasions Robin has been out shopping and bought something for Steve to give to Eddie. Steve always has the best ideas for dates and is more than happy to help Robin plan stuff to do with Nancy. They give each other the best advice and have helped Steddie and Ronance through some rough patches

I know that was a lot, and I'm sorry, but their relationship lives in my head and I wanted to share some of the brain rot

[noxtms]

dear rachel ; we are pleased to inform you that your application for CONTESSA WYLLT has been accepted to 𝐧𝐨𝐱 ! brianne howey is now taken. you have twenty four hours to submit your account, or else your role will be reopened !

  ⧼   brianne howey, cis woman, she & her   /   rhiannon by fleetwood mac + the man tucked into the corner booth has worked up at the school since you were just a little girl, and the chances are he'll still be working there long after you aren't. he comes in almost every night, nestling himself into the shadows and drinking until the whites of his eyes go red and another wizard cuts him off to lead him home, but he's a gentle drunk with workers hands and a gruff, soothing voice. he buys you a soda and a bar snack to share, and when he rambles, it's to tell you to keep a tasty treat in your pocket at all times, substitute buttermilk for the regular sort for a perfectly fluffy cake, always stay on a creatures level, be gentle when you whisk your eggs, treat them with respect and they'll answer you in kind and don't be afraid of a little drizzle of sugar syrup.   /   when laini taylor wrote, i am one of billions. i am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. i will be ungathered. the stardust will go on to be other things someday and i will be free.   /   the woman sat alone at a table for two isn't lonely, but she won't say no when you ask if you can take the extra chair, a game of strangers in a crowded room you play twice a week throughout your girlhood. she has long grey hair and freshly powdered cheeks and her lips are always smeared in an outrageous color to match her handstitched robes. she presses tiny gifts into your waiting hands - packets of seeds for you to nurture, coins from another world, cloudy beads that miss the string they come from and, once, an intricate jade dragon. she tells you that the view at the crest of kilimanjaro is the most beautiful she's ever seen, hydrangeas are most partial to a softly sung rendition of anything by bonnie reitt and you should always wear a thimble if you plan to do your own sew work.   /   when sandi thom sang, i was born too late into a world that doesn't care, oh i wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.   /   the man at the end of the bar has keen eyes and storytelling scars. he has been coming here as long as you can remember, and he always claims the same, leatherbound barstool vacated a week before. he can never have just one pint and he stays long after the lock on the front door has been turned for a warmed plate of the chefs finest, a last, late tipple or to chuckle in spite of himself at something your mother said. he tells you things like there's nothing to be ashamed of in running away from a fight and remember not to tuck your thumb into your fist before you throw a punch or you'll end up breaking it and if you have to aim anywhere, go for the nose.   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that CONTESSA LOWRI WYLLT? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the THIRTY TWO year old half blood WITCH & ANIMAGUS ( STARLING ) is a SLYTHERIN alumnus who has gone on to be a WIXEN MONTESSORI TEACHER & ( PERMANENT ) BAR STAFF AT THE THREE BROOMSTICKS. i’ve heard they can be quite ECCENTRIC & TENACIOUS, but i don’t know… they came off very ACERBIC & GARRULOUS in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?   [   rachel, twenty four, gmt, she / they   ]   * members of a family ezekiel burke helped wc

[suck-my-tomato]

(post modern)

[text] I just want you to be happy.

@quiet-kunoichi

Ever since Kimiko came back into their lives, his own had gotten rocky. Cora was not a fan of his ex-girlfriend being around, hanging around and often coming over whenever the group would get together to watch a new movie or binge some Netflix show. The pair were also the only two in the group that were sober, staying away from all drinking and drugs because of their toxic past with it, so the holidays that were centered around drinking have lately been with each other to be good influences. Last night was New Years Eve, one of the bigger drinking holidays and of course Cora wanted to go out, and did without the Uchiha. So what else was he supposed to do? Kimiko came over, as did Shikamaru and Kiba so it wasn’t a date or anything. 

Since day 1 with Cora, Sasuke tried to be the best boyfriend he possibly could and it resulted in him being taken advantage of and bending himself in half to please her. In moments like this, he could have simply not mentioned Kimiko being over because it truly did not hold any importance to the conversation or he could have answered ‘just the regular’ and saved himself a huge fight but when Cora texted him a little after midnight, clearly drunk, asking who all was over, he answered honestly with everyone’s name. 

Not even five minutes after he texted the names of all the people to Cora, she called. Sasuke answered in front of everyone, and Kiba even paused the movie so Sasuke wouldn’t miss any, and the yelling on the other side of the phone was louder than the music blasting. ‘Why is she there, Sasuke? I want an honest answer. You’re fucking her, aren’t you?! I KNEW you were. You’re such a -” This is when Sasuke decided to get up, dismissing himself with an awkward wave of the hand and hurrying off to the bedroom to finish up the call and take whatever heat she was going to give him. What he thought was going to be a quick ten minute yelling conversation turned out to be over an hour. It was taking so long that his friends texted him that they were going to head out, good luck and that they’ll see him later. The only person that didn’t text him was Kimiko. 

After it was all done, Sasuke felt rather defeated. Cora chewed his ass out about being disloyal, a toxic ‘piece of shit’ and a string of other colorful language. She was drunk, is what Sasuke kept telling himself, and didn’t truly mean anything that she was saying. The others have questioned why he was with her, and he never had an answer for it. Though, now as he laid on his bed with just the silence of the night to keep him company, he thinks it is because she is the toxic one and after having only known toxic relationship after toxic relationship for so long, it is just something that he yearns for. It is familiar and feels like home. 

[1:24am] Thanks for coming, sorry it ended so poorly. Happy New Year. 

He sent the text to the group chat, watching his phone as all the replies came in and, again, noticed that Kimiko did not send him anything. Sasuke sighed, not feeling much emotion anymore, and went to go get ready for bed. It was during that moment, as he just finished brushing his teeth, his phone chimed and it was a text from Kimi. 

[2:06am] I just want you to be happy. 

A habit he had picked up after stopping drinking was biting his nails when nervous, unhappy or getting anxiety, and one of those emotions was starting to stir inside of him. If he had to pick what emotion was on top, it was probably anxiety. His biggest fear was losing Kimiko, for the billionth time. 

[2:12am] I know. I just don’t know how to handle this anymore. I need to end things with her before I relapse. 

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter. Better yet! Check out “Heart of the Game, Fredonia” and see if they can sell you those D12’s with the symbols on them. Tell them “Shujin Tribble” sentcha. And “Hail, Hail, Fredonia!” Home of the Blue Devil!

Just when you thought there was a cohesive plan for the Horrible-Scopes, that idea goes out the window. Yes there is a plan on HOW your ‘Scope came to be this week, but there’s no way to explain it easily. Try this explanation on for size: we rolled 12D12’s, each sign received a number, that number was used to search for music with that word in it, and finally your ‘Scope was born from that. With us so far? GREAT! Here we go!

Aries 

We’re taking you out for a drink at a bar this week. Not because we want you drunk, but because we want you to pull a prank on the bartender. When they ask you what you want, ask if you can get, “A Grasshopper”. Now you’ll likely get a sudden glazed look from them for a few seconds, followed by one of two reactions. Either A) They’ll tell you to order something REAL or GTFO, or 2) They’ll eventually, slowly, smirk at you and make it, but likely at a premium price. So This Week… Whatever price they tell you, pay it and tip an extra fiver. When people ask what the hell you’re drinking, just tell them in your best deadpan voice, “It Is Green”. 

Taurus 

Ok, this time we’re just going to blatantly tell you - The song, “The Twelve Days of Christmas”? At the end of it, there are 364 gifts given. But here’s the BEST part: Since its inception in 1909 there have been SO MANY variations on the theme that you likely never knew about! So This Week… Sing it like this… Twelve Bulls a roaring, Eleven Badgers baiting, Ten Ships a sailing, nine Lambs a-bleating, Eight Hares a running, Seven Squabs a swimming, Six Ducks a-laying, A Golden Ring, Four Colly Birds, Three Fat hens, Two French hens, And The Sprig of a Juniper Tree! (Look, it’s the “Christmas In July ‘Scope” for you. Deal!)

Gemini  

We know things have been rough on you lately, and we’re really expecting things to level off finally. But to get through this, you’ll need to get over yourself just a little because you’re suffering from Touch Starvation. No, you don’t need to go on some one-night stands, but you kinda do need to have some physical interactions. So This Week… Check your local listings, see if there’s a Cat Cafe in your vicinity, and book an hour’s time. And remember we said, “Cat Cafe”, not “Cat GIRL Cafe”. 

Cancer Moon-Child 

You need to brush up on your French. You want to go traveling out of the country, but you want to at least try to not be completely inept with language. Plus your cell phone’s data plan is going to charge you up the Yin-Yang if you want to use some translation service. So instead of buying a burner phone or relying on WIFI, just re-learn what you should still know from High School. So This Week… If you accidentally invite someone to go to bed with you while you’re in another country, be sure you’re asking the right person.

Leo 

We get that you want to change jobs; want a new challenge, to get out of the rut you’re in, but looking to keep your pay rate. It’s not as easy to do as it used to be, but getting lateral promotions are still a thing. Just look up what your job’s typical compensation is, do some application farming, and see what comes up. If you get a chushie 9-to-5 in your pay-zone, see what your current company will do for you. If they’re unwilling to match it, skoot out and enjoy the new digs! So This Week… Well, we just told you. See if anyone’s willing to give you more for your special set of skills. OH! And No-Compete Clauses are totally unenforceable! 

Virgo 

You need to sample some booze this week. Obviously NOT if you’re a recovering alcoholic, of course. But if you’re not, now's as good a time as any to try something new. Don’t get beer or wine or vodka or tequila; Nothing that’s your typical Frat-Party Drink. Get something with a little class for a change. So This Week… FINE! You want “wine” but are willing to try a twist on it? Get some Sherry then.

Libra

Before you start thinking you know what’s coming your way, just know that even The Stars didn’t know what to do for you. But there’s a plan that’ll be worthwhile. Normally we wouldn’t suggest feeding a bad mood, but we can make a suggestion that’ll be fun at least. So This Week… Buy a box of Hershey's Chocolate Bars - it comes out to about a dollar a bar - and freeze them. See if you can drop them on a tabletop, breaking them into just two pieces. It might take several attempts, so be glad you got the 36 pack. 

Scorpio 

There is an old adage: Two Wrongs Don’t Make A Right. Three Rights Make A Left. We’ll pause for a few seconds so you can work that one out. (*Pause*) Ok, good. Now. We’re sending you on a road trip to New Jersey to visit Hot Dog Johnny's in Buttzville. YES, that’s a real place! It’s a roadside landmark that serves only hot dogs and French fries plus birch beer in frosted mugs! So This Week… Don’t try to make a Left Turn on Jersey Thorofares. You can only make Three Rights. You’ll see when you get there.

Sagittarius 

Over the years there have been many variations on the Spider-Man theme, from the 1967 cartoon series to the 1977 live-action TV version. And, sure, there’s been all kinds of gritty or pop tunes made for him, but inevitably they all come back to the ‘67 classic for a reason. It’s the simple Rock-n-Roll, Blues, A-A-B-C style that’s just burned into our collective consciousness. So This Week… If you want to enjoy the classic as a punk version, grab 1995’s “Saturday Morning: Cartoons' Greatest Hits” album and listen to The Ramones taking a stab at it!   

Capricorn 

There are signs all over the place, all trying to distract you from what you need to do. Did you see the 1988 movie “They Live”? If you didn’t, you really need to see it! If you thought “Idiocracy” was too over-the-top trying to describe how humanity would devolve in 500 years, watch “They Live” and understand that it was written as a similar warning about 1980’s capitalism strangling society. So This Week… If someone offers you a set of sunglasses, Take Them! 

Aquarius 

Summer School is in and you need a Geography Pop Quiz: What city became the capital of the Roman Empire during the reign of Constantine the Great in 330 c.e.? (*PAUSE*) Time’s Up! Now, we would have accepted Byzantium, Nova Roma, Basileuousa (Queen of Cities), Megalopolis (the Great City), Polis (The City), or even Miklagarðr (the Big City in Norse). There are some of you who are now upset that we didn’t give a point for using either of the names used in a song by The Four Lads or They Might Be Giants. That’s because we asked what city BECAME - not what the city was named after it became the capital. So This Week… If you paid more attention in class we wouldn’t have to go through Summer School with you all over again. Now open your geography book to Chapter Seven and read up about Leif Erikson. And NO! He did NOT start a Cell Phone Company! 

Pisces  

Nobody wants to hear you say it, but you’re gunna. Not only are you right but we agree! Ol’ Billy Shakespear WAS a hack and used every cliche’ in the book! There’s no way someone like him could have come up with all those new words and terms and expressions and names while needing to have everything printed TWICE in a book so that it could be understood. If he was so damned good as a writer, how come no one can understand him? HMM?! So This Week… Have you ever tried to tame a shrew? Have you ever SEEN one? They’re like little mice, only different. You ever even HEARD of someone who’s tried to train one? Yeah, we didn’t think so. 

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know - or check out the Ko-Fi page ( https://ko-fi.com/icarusthelunarguard )! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Discord, and BLUESKY.

[lovendermist]

Celebrating the new year with Hange (Modern AU)

Type: Headcanon, Fluff, Modern AU

WC: 496

Pairing: Hange x Reader

hange masterlist

A/N: I’m back! I know I said I was gonna be back in November but I was so busy. I hope this isn’t too late for a New Years post! I think it’d be fun to celebrate this with Hange. Also this feels so short to me for some reason? But I checked my other headcanons and it’s actually pretty longer than what I’ve uploaded. I should really write more scenarios, too.

My monday updates are coming back as well. Plus, I already have an idea of what I want to write on February, it’s more Hange love! And unless I find another character to love as much as I do with Hange, I’m going to keep writing about them until shit happens.

Now posting every Friday this January! Happy (kinda late) new year everyone! Inbox is always open but no requests!

- They would be so fucking excited actually - Being loud and going crazy is exactly their kind of thing - Whether you're a big fan of loud sounds and fireworks or if you're more on the noise sensitive one and prefers quiet, you'd still enjoy every second with Hange - (I mean who wouldn't enjoy new years day when you're with someone you love?)

- If you're celebrating inside: - They'll buy lots of food and drinks - Hell they'll even buy decorations just for the fun of it. I'd think Hange is a decoration kind of person - They'd buy those foil curtains for parties (they get used on other occasions, so it's not a waste!) - Also expect to get a little bit drunk. Hange would say it's the last time to get drunk in the year 20XX - Hange would fool around with you and have some fun a few hours before midnight - Tickle attacks, cuddles, singing karaoke with you (they bought the mic because why wouldn't they, honestly), playing some fun pop music, you name it - By the time midnight arrives, they're more quiet and peaceful - You'd both peek and look at the fireworks that may be happening near where you two are staying at - Hange would hold you close by their side do u hear me - It would be so cute pls hear me out - During the fireworks, some cheesy demon will possess them and press a quick kiss on your cheek - congrats u r shy now - After being shy and surprised you kiss them back with a gentle press to their lips - omg - Bundled up in some comfy blankets with the AC on, you both eat some of the food you bought and spoon-feed each other before drifting off to sleep in each others arms

- If you're celebrating outside: - Definitely watching a fireworks show in some mall - Shopping for new stuff for both of you, some household stuff you both need, something you both like - Maybe one of you would buy a planner - Hange tried it once but they ended up using it for their work scribbles and notes - You were both slightly disappointed yet amused - There's a lot of people outside so Hange holds you tight and close to their chest! - They'd make sure you're doing okay even though nothing happened to you - Hange would record the fireworks if they can for you because you're busy watching and whoa-ing

- You'd both greet your friends and family too - Either way, the year ends up in you kissing Hange and the next starts with kissing Hange - or maybe it's them kissing you? - A make out session in the comfort of your home, and some small kisses in public as everyone else fades away, raging for the new year - You're already excited on what the new year will bring to the both of you. - Doesn't matter! You're kissing Hange and they're kissing you back. And you stayed a whole year with them. That's what matters.

[troubleabroad]

WE HAVE SHORTS!!

You read that right people. The great shortage (incredible pun) of 2022 is OVER!!

Bugalugs was up early to have a wonder of the city, i on the other hand needed some beauty sleep.

With this whole jet lag thing, it was time ti catch up on some much needed rest. And heaven knows i need as much beauty as i can get. Once buggalugs was back to the room, we went out and had lunch at a dwayne recommended venue. The Clover Grill. Its a pretty small, classic diner. open 24 hours a day, tile walls/floors, stainless steel everywhere. Imagine any sort of cafe/diner from an old movie and that’s exactly what this place was like. For a good 12 months I’ve been craving a club sandwich. Now the club is something we don’t o back home, and i have no idea why. Bacon, turkey (or chicken), ham, lettuce, mayo, tomato. all stacked amongst 3 slices of toasted white bread. absolute heaven!

Clover delivered the goods, and i had a cub that was everything i have ever imagined! NOTE ON PORTION SIZES Just a quick note on portion sizes in the USA. The don’t exist. Our large is a US small. Thank god were doing a lot of walking Post club, we went down to a couple of stores that buggalugs had found on her morning walk. Did i mention New Orleans was a bit of a cesspool of people? On the walk we saw all sorts of begging, opportunistic deals & people saying “I bet i can tell you where you got your shoes, the answer of course is “On your feet”, upon which they’ll say you’ve lost the bet and want money.

Thankfully we aren’t stupid so didn’t fall for any of their traps. We got through desolate row, and made it to a few shops to try to upgrade my wardrobe.

First store, H&M, average, but shorts. Second Store, Urban Outfitters, semi bust. Third store, Vans, Bust. Now I know youre asking “why were they busts or semi busts?”. Because even though its bloody hot, its not summer. So jeans and pants a plenty, but no shorts in sight. Except for the sale section of urban outfitters. Where i got a pair of shorts for 50% off, plus i signed up to the urban outfitters loyalty system to get a further 10% off, so in short (another good pun), i got a pair of shorts for $2.50 Perfect, except one small detail, they’re women’s sorts. But hey, beggars can’t be choosers. 

we left the stores and went down to the boardwalk area, one that resembled south bank back home. We thought we could sit along the mississippi river and watch the world go by. However, this is america. And you van drink anywhere anytime, but you don’t have any places along a river to watch. So we basically ended up in a DFO. But the tinarse came out again, and we were now confronted by a heap of outlet stores with shorts and cheap prices!! So a quick visit to the Levi’s store and $15 late i had actual mens shorts!!!

hallelujah! Praise to jeebus!

We walked back to the lodging from DFO, and went via the (in)famous bourbon street. By this time it was maybe 5.30pm, so in theory to should be just before everything kicks off. Again though, this in ‘Murica, and this is Nawlens. So the party never starts, because it never stops. Bourbon street was starting to come alive with drunks, extremely loud bars, people selling all kinds of narcotics on the street, and the ever present smell of weed in the air. SIDENOTE

One thing since the last time i was here, weed/THC candy/Cannabis infused items for sale is through the roof. You’re lucky to walk 100m without someone sparking up or seeing some sort of weed shop front. Maybe it was the inexperienced traveller in me last time i was here, or maybe its changed in 10 years (god knows that wouldn’t be the case…) But bourbon street has gotten real dirty. And not even the god kind of dirty, just dirty dirty. We Promptly made it back to the hotel to drop off all the exciting shorts, then decide how to best attack the evening. After such an enormous lunch, we weren’t overly hungry, so after taking stock of the day and working out what to do next, we went against better judgement and headed to bourbon for dinner. In the hour or two since we walked though, it did not get better. We found a top rated place at the end of the street (hence less busy) and took a seat on their balcony.

Gotta give it to them, We had a great view. I think the best view was of the 4 men and 1 lady on the street below us selling something that was obviously not legal. The highlight was when they made a sale, they all had to quickly round the corner so as to be out of sight of anyone, only to be interrupted by a couple of the local law enforcement. One of said lawmen was probably 120kg and had a giant, and i mean giant, cigar hanging out of his mouth!! Different world. We stayed on the balcony for a drink and shared a local delicacy, a gator Po’boy!

Long time fans may remember from the original blog hearing about the po’boy, but for you newbies (Not being an original reader means you’re dead to me), ill let you in on the recipe behind a great po’boy. First, you take a great french baguette, then you add lettuce, tomato, pickles, some form of meat (alligator sausage for us), then you smother it in mayo add enough fries for a small army, and you’ve got yourself a po’boy! We finished out gator boy, watched the hordes of drunks walk the strip, and decided that it was time to make a move. On the walk back we came across a small, original jazz bar that was pumping. This must be something special, something that only hip people know about, something that true new orleans fans go to. Something that you old pal ollie and his cohort in geoff (S1 of the blog) went to way back in the day! Thats right, by sheet luck we are staying walking distance to a jazz bar away from the strip that Geoff & I went too way back on our first ever international venture. And I can safely say this, if bourbon street/new orleans has gotten worse, this place has gotten better. The music was just as good, if not better, than what it was way back when. They now even have their own friendly house cat! Who I’m not best friends with. Whilst out on the patio (beer garden), we also met the lovely Tamra-Sue. Tamra-Sue lives in florida, stopped into the bar because it was a 2 hour wait for karaoke and she was being chased by 2 strange men, is recently single after 20 years, has lost a bunch of weight, rediscovered herself through dancing and singing, owns an 18 year old cat, and most of all, absolutely LOVES red bull. She was on her 6th of the evening when we met her. And that a quiet night. Dear old Tamra told us how she was with her sister and brother-in-law, they had driven over from florida for the BIL to buy an RV (motorhome), and they were going to drive it back. Problem was, the RV was not roadworthy, she was seperate from her sister in new orleans, and didn’t know where she was staying. So just found a karaoke bar to sing and dance til her heart was content. After listening to Tamra-Sue for god know how long, i think its a safe to assume that her red bull was spiked with some form of prescription medication…

Thankfully it was nearly showtime for Tamra, so she went off into the night (let her now if you’re ever in florida and she can show you around), and we went back to catch the last bit of music. We walked back and had become hungry again, so it was back to the favourite pizza locale, the tree house, for a slice and a nightcap. Looking at ghost tours for tomorrow, plus a couple of funky museums and maybe a record store or two. That, or karaoke with Tamra-Sue…