#not all of them took it is helping people that need it the most i'm afraid

[nichuuu]

From Eden

Jeon Heejin x M reader

PSA: This shit has not seen the editing board because I'm lazy. Fell off real hard. Sorry gang.

Word count: 10k

You liked to think that your first meeting with her after all those years was a fluke. 

As it went for most people who went their separate ways at a point in their lives: there was history between you and Jeon Heejin. It was a little more choppy than you’d like to admit, but it formed the crux of your relationship and you couldn’t just ignore it. She seemed to find no qualms in forgetting what happened between the two of you. And as you caught up with her at a booth seat in some club you guys bumped into each other at, you wondered if you’d overreacted when the two of you had your falling out.

She was possibly kinda bad company for the night – not exactly a face you wanted to see three beers in and ditched by the rest of your friends cause they all got too drunk and found themselves booted from this hellhole. But at the end of the day, they all say that it’s better to be in poor company than to be alone. 

***

To whatever gods that were out there, you thanked all of them collectively for the fact that the toilet that she’d dragged you into was empty. You hoped that the cubicle door was enough to keep whatever was happening in the bathroom privy to its occupants. The music that pulsed on outside the bathroom should be enough to cover you right? 

Heejin—as usual—had no qualms about skipping past the usual formalities of intimacy. Those deft hands were on your belt faster than you could utter her name, and your cock was in her hand before you even knew it. She was gentle with you, stroking you considerately as she laid a hand on your chest. Those fingers made you tingle from the tip down, pushing you to new levels of pleasure you’d no idea you could experience. They gripped you lightly yet firmly, applying pressure at all the right spots to make your toes curl in your shoes and your muscles tense throughout your body. You could only wonder: did she know what she was doing to you? Or was she just getting really lucky. However sordid this situation was, it felt right to you… and maybe to her as well.

“Jesus Heejin”--your hissing through your teeth. It sounds a little more aggressive than you’d like, but you know she’d have no qualms about it anyway–“you sure know your way around a dick.”

The smirk on her face was snitching on the fact that she definitely knew what she was doing. She leaned in, flushing herself against your chest while she continued to deliver languid strokes to the rock hard meat in her hand. “Thanks… He loves a nice handjob from time to time, though I always imagine myself giving it to you instead of him to get into it..”

You summoned the strength to look into her eyes – really gaze deep into those lustful, beautiful orbs she’d been blessed with. Past the want and need, there was an undeniable look of sincerity she held, a wordless soulful confession to you that she had always fantasised you in place of her ‘lover’. It drove you to push a little further, “and what are you thinking about now that I’m actually the one you’re giving it to?”

Heejin thought about it for a moment, almost as if she had a million and one answers that could express her carnal desires. Honestly, you wouldn’t put it past her to actually harbour a million and one answers. She was always a wild thinker in many aspects. She was also diligent, and that translated into the way her hand hadn’t stopped moving throughout the eternity (it was shorter than that, but it sure felt like it) she took to produce a congenial answer. 

“Now that you’re actually here,” she finally answered, making sure to hit you with a smile that blurred the distinct line between sweet and sultry, “I’m thinking about how good you’re gonna fill me with this pretty, thick cock.”

“Pretty?” you couldn’t help but chuckle. You’d heard and read of many ways that people described dicks, but never in your life would you ever expect the word ‘pretty’ to be amongst that mix. Heejin giggled – one of mischief and ‘know-it-all’ energy. It’s pretty – her grip around you tightened, squeezing you with pleasurable force as her movements quickened almost in sync with your breathing – because I like the way it feels in my hand… and I know that this cock is gonna be better than anything that he’ll ever give me. 

She stopped, putting a jarring halt to the pleasure that surged through your system. Her hand on your chest snaked up to your cheek – a sweet action that almost took the pure filth out of the words that followed. “I want you to fuck me–no, own me.”

It felt almost like a command in the way that you immediately wanted to fulfill her request. Her thumb traces circles on your face; her speech only gets filthier, “fuck me like I’m yours. Make me cum so hard that I forget all about him.”

You found yourself back in control of the part of your brain that controls the facilities of your speech and movement. You gingery held the wrist that was delivering those soft strokes of heaven just moments ago and pulled her hand off your throbbing shaft. As much as you’d love to have her jerk you off, there were more pressing matters at hand – namely the situation of her clothing and the fact that it was still on her. You wrapped an arm around her, pulled her close.

“Heejin darling,” you whispered, relishing the way she shivered as your warm breath made contact with her ear. “I can’t do much if you still have all of these damned clothes on.”

She quickly recognised the game that you were playing and was eager to match you step-for-step. She held your gaze as she hooked a finger into the top of the tube top that adorned that wonderful figure and—rather enthusiastically—pulled it down. The nipple covers were quickly discarded and her small, perky breasts caught your gaze. Judging from her smile, she loved that you were staring. 

“You’re nice”, she told you, moving some hair out her face like you were looking there of all places. “He’s always commanding me: take off your clothes, do this, do that… I could get very used to you.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little. Her constant comparison of you and the man she was supposed to be loving was making you feel a little better about yourself (even though you knew that was far from the intended effect). You’d like to return the favour; you began running kisses down her body – starting from her lips before making your way down to her collarbone. Her shuddering sighs told you that you were doing something right, and you endeavored to keep up your performance for the rest of… Well… Whatever this session was.

“God… you’re fucking perfect, you know?” you informed her, wondering if she ever knew how much you adored that body of hers. Yes, you were more wholesome at a younger age – looking at her soft features and dorky personality to decide that you liked her. However, innocence never stopped you from stealing a glance or two at her ass when she wore tight jeans or a quick look at her slim figure whenever she wore anything that hugged her body like a glove. You’d never know if she ever caught you looking, but now you’re glad she knows that you are giving her your fullest attention (it was hard not to really).

You weren’t sure if her cheeks were flushing because of your comment or if she was just getting turned on. Either way, she still had remarks to deliver, “perfect is a little strong, but I’ll take the comment because I’m just so humble.”

Mischief was and would always be her idiosyncrasy.

A creak made both of you freeze. Female voices filled the bathroom, accompanied by the sound of heels clacking against the floor as your little getaway location was patronised by unwelcome guests. 

“Ugh… This damned contact lens is not coming out,” an identified voice carped. It sounded like the woman who said it was just in front of the stall that you were in. Judging from the slight look of annoyance that crossed Heejin’s face, you deduced that those were fellow bridesmaids who were in there together with you. With the same expression lingering on her soft features, she reached down and unclasped her jeans. She unzipped them slightly before pulling them down – past the delightful curve of her waist and till they were halfway down her supple thighs.

“Do you need help?” another voice rings out. Heels striked against the floor as another female occupant moved to join the scene; Heejin moved to grab you by the cock and pull you closer (as if the two of you weren’t already skin to skin in that stall).

“Fuck me now,” she hissed, an almost angry look filling her eyes. It was like she was being fuelled by the annoyance that stemmed from the presence of her fellow bridesmaids – using it as an excuse to quickly get filled with cock and have it pumping in and out of her within the next few seconds or so. She was lucky that you were taught to never keep a girl waiting.

Your movements are quick and firm; grabbing her by the waist and turning her around. Her gasp was telling of her surprise towards your sudden movements, but the grin that followed when she turned halfway around to you to watch as you pulled down her underwear told you that she liked how things were moving. Never in your life would you have imagined this: you and Jeon Heejin – each of you half naked in your own respects in a bathroom stall while people chatted freely beyond the wall of the stall. If the teenage version of yourself ever found out about this, you didn’t know how he’d respond.

Your right hand snaked down towards her crotch, and you are pleasantly surprised to find the slick wetness that could very well be running down the inside of her thigh. You could always check, but you liked to imagine. You took your shaft in your right hand. She bent slightly at the waist, her hands pressed against the white wall of the stall. The rest of her tight frame joined her hands soon after you parted the wet lips of her cunt and hilted yourself inside of her. 

Her insides felt like a warm embrace – better than you could’ve ever imagined it to be. It felt like a perfect fit; the throbbing meat within her walls filled her perfectly and felt every small movement the flesh could ever register. To call it heavenly would be downplaying the sheer pleasure she was bringing just by letting you be inside of her. Jeon Heejin felt like something unreal, unfathomable. You doubted that your hastily crafted description of her sweet wet cunt could allow one to process this taste of heaven.

Heejin let out a sharp gasp – loud enough for only the two of you to hear and loud enough for you to know that she too was unprepared for this new experience. From the way the muscles on her back tensed as her walls tightened around you, it felt as if her body was welcoming you. It was almost like she was subconsciously pulling you closer, deeper. You could get very used to this.

You revel in it a little, take in the feelings, the new sensation; the sound of the intentional soft breaths that the two of you were taking. This was certainly a novelty for you, and if you were being very honest with yourself: the events that led up to this moment felt a little too much like a fever dream. You half expected yourself to wake up in the next few seconds, or maybe—

“What are you waiting for?”–of course. It had to be her to really cement the fact that this whole thing was actually real. Sure, it’s inconceivable; but no imaginative power of yours could ever replicate the sarcasm (splashed with hunger) behind her voice, nor could you visualise the smouldering look in her eyes as she bit her lip–“your dick is in me. Do something with it.”

It felt like a challenge. She knew damn well that you always took up her challenges.

Withdrawing yourself from the warmth of her slick, you took a moment to cast your gaze downward. You appreciate the sight of your shaft glistening in her juices for a moment—and only a moment. There were pressing matters at hand—before thrusting back into her and reacquainting yourself with the warmth of her walls. You’d have loved to get into this slowly; unfortunately, Heejin chose the worst possible place to get it on. You’d have to live with her choices (and this isn’t exactly new for you).

And as a third voice joins the fray outside your stall—I think I have some eye drops here. Maybe that could help?—you began pumping yourself in and out of her, slow and controlled with full strokes that filled her to the brim. The voices continued to fill the bathroom as the three anonymous patrons struggled with one of their lenses; you struggled to keep yourself together inside of Heejin’s hot wet cunt. 

“F-Fuck yes,” she hissed. Don’t worry, it was soft. Or you could just be too absorbed by the delightful sound of wet squelching as your shaft appears and disappears between her legs to notice that she may be a tad loud. Even if it was, the trouble outside was enough to keep the other three  “I can’t believe I’m finally getting this dick. God… You’re so… Oh my god.”

It humoured you to see her in this state, though laughing at her would be the pot calling the kettle black; you yourself were trying to hold on to something tangible—that wasn’t her waist cause hot damn was your grip on it doing a number on you. Counterintuitive, but hot nonetheless—to keep you grounded in your senses. Slip up and you’d be dealing with the risk of being found in a girl’s bathroom. 

“Jesus Heejin”–you were trying your best to throw in some dirty talk. It would help to spice things up if it weren’t for the fact that your own words were failing you. Your mind was almost completely consumed by the warm squeeze of her pussy, the small twitches of her walls as you drilled yourself into her tight frame like you were slowly nailing a painting onto the wall of the cramped stall. Actually, you were nailing a painting to the wall of the stall: the way her body moved and responded to your thrusts could easily be considered fine art in your books; her body could be considered a canvas given its pale complexion and its smooth surface. Heejin was an art piece herself – a complicated mix of emotions that could take the place of colour and a mind so complex that no composition could ever capture its essence. Good god… You were hooked on this girl–”you have no idea how fucking good you feel around my cock.”

To be clear: from the moment you started fucking her, she hadn’t turned back to face the wall. This whole time she’d been facing you – eyes smoking under the fire of passion and her mouth slightly parted as if her soft moans and sighs were keeping them permanently open. Simply put – she was hot. If you were to discard the complications behind the sex, one could easily classify this as plain, passionate and simple fucking (in a highly risky scenario that could jeopardize both of your reputations, mainly Heejin’s) between two people who have longed for each other. But the plainness of that sounded unappealing to you; the enthralling fact about this was the complexity of the situation – the thrill behind the immorality of it and the sheer risk behind satisfying your own desires. As she gasped when your hands found purchase in her soft breasts, you wondered if she had the same thoughts running through your head as you (though from the looks of it, she was purely enjoying the sex and probably leaving her thoughts behind. Words fail in times like these – you’d be one to know).

Her voice is unsteady as she hissed through her teeth—harder. Fucking give it to me like I’m yours—to perversely request for more than what you were giving her. To see her this uncouth enthralled you to no end. With one hand on her left tit, you moved to secure her hair in a bunch in your other hand. Her hair was a little far from silky—no doubt from all the dye that it’d seen—but it provided friction for you to grip onto her strands with ease as you decreased the intervals between your thrusts. The sound of wet squelching began to permeate the stall, and it was starting to be accompanied by the soft sounds of skin slapping against skin as you struggled to control your desires to rail the girl before you. Thankfully, the cries of victory from the women outside masked the unsavoury sounds.

“Thank god!” one of them, presumably the one who had their contact lens stuck. You’d affectionately refer to them as ‘Eyes’. “I thought it’d be in there forever. Thanks guys.”

“No worries”, another chimed. It was the second voice you heard when all of them entered. She’d be ‘Two’. “Normally you could take this to Heejin. She’d get you fixed up in a flash.”

“Really?” the third asked. You’ll call her ‘Three’. “Do idols get their contacts stuck a lot?”

“Probably,” Eyes mused, “all that dancing on stage probably isn’t suited for glasses, and who knows what type of contacts their stylists have them on.”

Heejin catched your gaze. Struggling to control her breathing, she managed to confirm Eye’s statement—she’s… kinda right. Oh fuck…—before you pulled back firmly on her hair to shut her mouth. Don’t be mistaken: you loved her personality and all, but now really wasn’t the time for it to shine. For good measure, you sealed her lips with a kiss – sloppy and clumsy and hurried. You squeezed her breast a little harder. 

“Where is she anyway?” Three asked. “I haven’t seen her since she left to go talk to that friend of hers…”

A tongue click of disapproval could be heard. You could imagine that it was followed by a tongue wave of dismissal from the way Two commented, “leave her be. She rarely gets to get out of her schedule. Probably trying to catch up with some old friends or something…”

There was a hum of agreement; Heejin moaned straight into your mouth as you captured her nipple between your fingers and squeezed. If the women outside knew how Heejin was ‘catching up’ with you, you didn’t know how they’d react to the sight of her being fucked raw in a bathroom stall meters away from them. You didn’t know how she was getting away with this, but you weren’t exactly complaining. If it wasn’t for understanding bridesmaids, you wouldn't be able to make a wet mess out of her. Maybe you’d thank them later, but you’d decide on that after you were done with Heejin.

“Was that the guy she was talking about the other day?” Two inquired. You had no idea what she looked like, and it scared you a little that she’d seen your face.

There was a moment of pause before Eyes quipped, “what guy?”

Silence followed Eyes’ question. For a second, you were worried that they’d all picked up on the lewd sounds of you fucking the very girl that they were speaking of. You held your breath, but you didn’t stop pumping your shaft between Heejin’s legs. She was almost like a lifeline – a slick and wet and oh-so-hot one that was keeping grounded in your senses while hooking to the sensation of the slick thrusts inside her pussy. Miracle drug… Or maybe just a drug – either way: Heejin was everything to you right now. Listening in on their conversation was just so that you wouldn’t be found during your few minutes in heaven.

“Nevermind. I think I wasn’t supposed to talk about that,” Two muttered. “Let’s get out of here before someone spikes our drink or something.”

They began discussing more mundane things, and you couldn’t care less about them because all that really mattered was the fact that their voices were fading away. You waited till you heard the sound of the creaky door closing to relinquish Heejin’s lips from your possession. She let out a gasp of air, followed by a desperate cry – loud and pleading now that she had the freedom to speak.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” she hissed. It was almost a snarl really. “Cum with me. Please.”

She was lucky that you: a) had a really big soft spot for her and; b) knew better than to turn a nice girl down.

With a grunt, the hand on her breast shoots to her throat, gripping it tightly as you frantically fuck Heejin to catch up with her imminent orgasm. She was into it, reciprocating by accompanying your hand on her throat and squeezing even tighter. She lets strained cries tumble from her mouth—Oh yes baby… I’m yours. Oh fuck… Oh my fucking god… You’re gonna make me cum so hard—her wells squeezing tighter and tighter around you. Husky was her voice as she pleaded with you to take your liberties—Fucking cum anywhere you like. I just want to be yours—with her, and she was practically shaking in your grasp as you drove yourself closer and closer to the point of no return inside her wet tight walls. Everything – your heart and soul and whatever – pointed you towards making a huge mess out of the women in your arms, and you endeavoured to achieve that goal one way or another.

The tingling at the base of your cock was steadily growing up your shaft. Your thoughts blurred together, nullifying and cancelling each other out till all you could think of was her. With every pump into her, you told yourself that she was yours to take. With every sigh that left her lips, you thought about how many times she pictured this moment in her head. With each gasp and sigh and moan and cry, you fought the urge to hiss through your teeth—Heejin, I love you so much—and admit your feelings for her and how much you’ve missed her touch; tell her how no one made you feel like she could; let her know that for all these years, you’d longed to reconnect with her and sort things out once and for all. Sweet thoughts; perverse desires. The latter wins – all that comes out of your mouth is, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

And it happened. A little quicker than you’d have liked but there was no way to control the course that the lust of man would take you down. Your cock pops out of Heejin’s heat, glistening with her slick wetness as you pump yourself to completion with your free hand. The hand on Heejin’s throat was pulled down to her crotch, and she used your fingers to rub the swollen nub of her clit as the first ropes of semen shot out and landed on her lower back. She came as the second rope landed on the swell of her left ass cheek, and her knees buckled as the third and fourth spurts hit the fabric of her tube top and the right side of her lower back respectively. You lost track of the rest of your load as Heejin leaned against you, quaking as her orgasm struck her in waves and your load continued to streak her back. It all was so fast. You wondered how either you managed to process your actions in the moment. 

She panted against you, sweaty and spent as she closed her eyes and caught her breath. Your dick stayed flushed against the small of her back, slick with a mix of fluids from you and her. Your hand at her crotch slowly rubs circles into her clit, easing her off her peak and giving you something else to focus on other than how beautiful she looked. You feared that if you stared too long, you’d say something that you didn’t want her to know. The last thing you wanted was to have that moment of intimacy—facilitated by the afterglow of really good sex—to be ruined by some stupid feelings.

“Hey,” she whispered – all soft and tender as she opened her eyes to stare up at you. “That was fucking incredible.”

You managed a chuckle, restraining the urge to kiss her where she stood. She smiled, reached up to cup your cheek as you stared deep into her eyes. For a moment, the world went silent for you and her.

Then she pulled you down to her, kissed you where she stood. The position was a little awkward, your noses bumping each other at odd spots on your faces as she let the sweet nectar that was her lips grace your mouth in a soft and sweet kiss. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced, different from the kiss you’d given her in the midst of fucking her. It felt so right, so tender.

She released your lips with a soft smack, positively glowing as she gazed into your eyes for a little bit longer. 

“Keep this between us,” she whispered, “I love you. I always have.”

***

You stared blankly at her. It was all you could do really.

“What part of this can’t you understand?” she asked. The anger behind her voice was potent, palpable. “I have a boyfriend. Stay away.”

In your hand, the note that you’d plan to hand her felt a little lighter than it had when you first approached. Wishful thinking had you delusional; there was no chance that she would ever go to that dance with you. 

You thought that maybe the friendship could coax her into it – that maybe the years of what almost felt like kinship would drive her to just hear you out for a little bit; yet you seemed to forget that love is blind and can cloud your judgement.

In a moment, it felt like everything you’d built with her had turned to ashes.

***

“Indulge me Heejin. Bring me through your thought process.”

On the bed of your apartment, Heejin tosses her phone aside. Languidly, she flips onto her side, propping her head up with her hand as her elbow dents the pillow. 

“I know,” she mutters, a little bit shamefully if you might add. “Dating another guy to make you jealous and confess is a classic fanfiction folly and all… But I was desperate.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You know that we could’ve just… talked, right?”

Her lips form a line. She sighs and lets her head flop back onto the pillow with a bit of a thump. To be very clear: you aren’t asking her all these questions to guilt trip her into an apology. You are genuinely curious to understand how she was thinking at the period in your lives. It’s a good point of reflection for the both of you considering you both screwed up in one way or another, and maybe even a good chance to offload some emotional baggage. You’ll admit – finding out that she’d dated the guy she was currently with just to get you to run to her and confess your love in highschool was a bit of a shocking discovery. It was foolish, yes… But you wondered why Heejin of all women would resort to such methods. She could be awfully blunt when she wanted to be, and somehow even more blunt when she was telling you that you looked like shit in skinny jeans. You never knew as one to shy away from a confrontation when necessary, and even though she could be a bit of a big dork, she was emotionally aware enough to understand that communication would easily have settled your feelings for each other.

Heejin rolls in the bed, moving close to you so that she can throw an arm around you as she asks, “you’re not mad right?”

“No. Just curious,” you tell her truthfully. She’s silent for a moment, then she looks you in the eyes and opens up: I always meant to talk to you about it. When I heard from Haesul that you liked me I… I was just ecstatic. You were everything I wanted in a man, and I really just wanted to make you mine. Believe me when I say that I wanted to just run to you after the school bell rang and tell you that I loved you too… and maybe ask you out on a date the next weekend.

Her thumb traces circles on your back. You can tell that she’s being sincere from the way she never shies from your gaze. She continues, “but as I’m running to your class down the hall… This guy comes up to me and just tells me that he’s been crushing on me for years and wants to date me. I want to tell him ‘no’ on the spot. I really did. But I see an opportunity to… I dunno… Spice things up a little.”

And you can guess the rest of the story, but you just want to hear her say it just to be sure. Sure enough, she tells you the exact line that you predicted out of her—one thing led to another and then… well, here we are—and you can’t help but chuckle. The whole thing is pretty damn foolish to be honest, and you recognise the fact that if you’d just acted a little less rashly, maybe you wouldn’t have had to go down the path that you did. It’s a folly of the past but it does bring some shame to your present.

“I’m sorry”—she surprises you with this one. You assumed that you guys are past the stage of reconciliation at this point. I mean… You did fuck in a bathroom before she texted you after the wedding she was attending, so it would be kinda right to just conclude that you guys pre-fired the make-up sex—“I was rash and stupid. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologising again?” you ask her, “I thought we were through with the sob ‘sorry’s and what-nots.”

“Just for good measure,” she whispers, a gleam in her eyes as she shifts around in your bed a little. “You can never be too careful when it comes to these types of things. Don’t want to make you an enemy again, do I?”

“That wouldn’t be too bad,” you reason, albeit playful rather than serious. She recognises that and scoffs as you continue, “they say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

“So what I’m hearing is: you’d stay for the hate sex,” she fires back. You smile.

“Not quite… But somewhat.”

Heejin sighs and slaps your leg. You secretly like pissing her off a little, but she didn’t need to know. 

“Now mister,” she says, hijacking the course of the conversation. “Indulge me and bring me through your thought process, and this isn’t about highschool by the way.”

She presses herself up against you, and you feel her hand slide down your torso and to your crotch.

“Tell me,” she whispers, a bit of smoky sultriness sneaking its way into her voice. “Why are you so fucking hard?”

It’s here that you realise that you’ve kinda walked into a trap. Not that what’s about to proceed is bad or anything, but it’s just that you’re a little disappointed that you hadn’t spotted this a little earlier. There were signs that you ignored when you saw her in your bed – namely the fact that she was wearing a see-through sleeveless dress that had a plunging neckline. If that wasn’t enough, she was blatantly playing with herself when you walked in, staring at her phone with this blanked out expression while her fingers worked between her thighs. If it weren’t for your questions about her relationship decisions, the two of you would probably have been naked and sweating in your bed right now. 

“Can I guy not be excited by a pretty girl?” you’re not trying to play innocent, but you are seeing how far it can get you in this situation just for fun.

“Not this guy.” Heejin’s fingers snake around your cock, gripping it lightly through your pants. “And definitely not when it comes to this girl.”

You chuckle softly and catch her hand at your crotch. You pull it away and lean in to whisper into her ear, “don’t worry Heejin. I’m not ignoring the fact that you’re wearing the easiest thing for me to fuck you in.”

Her eyes brighten. “So you did notice…”

And the kiss that follows is far from tame really. You’re at fault for this one since you initiated it, but that knowledge doesn’t stop you from keeping your hands to yourself as you reach down and locate her pussy. Okay wait, you’re making it sound like it took you some effort to find it when you really only took about a second; it’s really easy considering that the panties she’s wearing were so sheer and thin that you could hardly consider it underwear. It was probably more like a concept of clothing than an actual, tangible thing. And her dress? The hem was a lot shorter than it looked. She probably hiked it up or something.

You’re unsurprised by the slick wetness of her cunt practically dripping out of her at this juncture. She’s probably been holding it in for a while now – suppressing all that lust and hunger to talk about feelings for some 30 minutes before she finally gets the chance to let loose on you. Hats off to her really: she had more control than you’d credit her for.

“Fuck baby,” you whisper, latheing your fingers in her juices by dipping them in between her undoubtedly flushed lips. “So wet for me already.”

“Wetter than I’ll ever be for him,” she sighs, almost breathlessly as she shuts her eyes to enjoy the sensation of your fingers getting familiar with her warm cunt. “You should—mmph… you should be grateful that I’m actually attracted to you.”

“I feel honoured.” you’re being genuine with her, but right now it comes off more as a sarcastic passing comment that leans towards the more tame side of dirty talk. Either way, anything you say would probably end with her putting your dick into one—or maybe all—of her holes and using it to her liking. Not that you’re complaining or anything, but it’s just the way the cookie crumbles. There’s no stopping Heejin’s desire, and there really isn’t a point to trying to stop it. You’d be missing out on, like, a lot. “Though, no pressure, I’d be more honoured if you actually did something about that attraction.”

She smiles, borderline sadistic and a bit more enthusiastic than you’re used to. Her hands are deft as she quickly undoes the knot that keeps your sweatpants around your waist, pulls it off eagerly and makes quick work of your boxers. Your cock springs free, hard and throbbing as she slides out of bed to discard her dress. In record time, she’s between your legs and stroking your shaft with patient strokes of her hand. The cheeky comments that you had beforehand quickly sank back down your chest – replaced by an earthy groan that only Heejin was capable of drawing out of you. 

“You know… I was doing a bit of thinking,” she tells you.

“You do a lot of that.”

Heejin has no comments, only a cheeky little grin as she breathes warm air onto the tip of your cock. It makes you shudder, surging pleasure through your veins down to your bones. She’s oddly good at making you squirm, and you’re not too sure how to feel about that.

“Anyway,” she continues, unfazed by what she’d just done to you. “Before I was so rudely interrupted, I was about to suggest that maybe I could cross out one of my fantasies today.”

You’re no stranger to her wild thoughts that could probably fight that of Sabrina Carpenter. As you’d recently found out: fucking in a bathroom stall was one of many wild fantasies that she’d been wanting to cross out. Now that she had you, she’d been busy crossing more and more of them out. The whole infidelity thing was already a major part of her list considering the fact that she’s doing it with you instead of her ‘official’ partner, and things only get wilder from there. Sex with her can sometimes be like exposure therapy, not that you’ve done it before or anything. 

“And which one are we ruling out today?” you inquire, watching with great interest as she produces her phone from below the mattress and swipes through it eagerly. You never saw her grab the damn thing, but you figured that you were probably too preoccupied with the sight of her undressing to take notice. By the way: the entire time that the two of you had been talking? Yeah, she’s been stroking you through all of that. One can only imagine how you were feeling at the moment.

When you saw her phone, you thought that she was going to open her notes app and start looking through her kinks or something. Nothing prepares you for the sound of a dial tone, and you can only watch as she lays the phone next to your thigh, just out of your reach. 

“No prizes for guessing who I’m calling,” she grins, almost too innocently for your taste. “Try not to make too much noise okay?”

And before anything can be said, she slacks her jaw and draws you into the warm wet depths of her mouth. 

The dial tone only continues as Heejin goes still – adjusting to your size and length and taste and shape and whatever she needs to configure herself to. Frankly: if she’d just started sucking you off with that tight seal around your cock, you would’ve been in perdition in mere seconds after she starts. So you give a small thanks to whoever’s watching over you from up above, and you pray that the person on the other end of the line doesn't pick up. While you utter that silent prayer, Heejin’s tongue introduces itself to your tip, sliding almost gracefully over the head of your cock as her phone rings for the nth time. Another ring; her tongue flattens itself against the base of your dick and melts itself to the surface. You grit your teeth, fearful that the moment you make a sound, the other party would pick up and hear it. She slides up in a fluid motion, almost perfectly seamless if she hadn’t gone too far up too fast. Your cock ends up hitting her in the chin, and she smiles as if it were some cute thing that she was taking care of. 

“Heejin,” you grunt, keeping an eye on the phone screen in fear for both of your lives. “Let’s not—”

The caller chooses that moment to pick up, and this is where the game starts. Your lips shut so fast it feels almost automatic, and Heejin tears her eyes away from yours to focus on the other player of this perverse game. 

“Hi baby,” she greets her ‘lover’, all sweet and cute like she isn’t pumping your saliva-slick shaft in her hand as she calls him a pet name. “I was missing you, so I called.”

“Oh… I’m kinda busy now.” he sounds highly uninterested in her, tone dull and dry as Heejin takes a moment to give your cock a squeeze. “Can you call me back another time?”

For a moment, you’re ecstatic. Maybe you wouldn’t have to be subject to her games this time. 

“Quick chat. Promise,” Heejin fires back. She smiles wickedly, relishing the look on your face as you stare at her in a mix of shock and horror. “Just tell me about your day so far. It’s so hard to wait for you to get home to tell me about your day.”

There’s a moment of silence. Heejin takes advantage of the situation; she puts you back into her mouth and makes quick, sloppy work of your cock. The sound of slurping and gurgling is almost deafening, and there’s no way in hell that this man on the other side of the phone was not hearing all of this as Heejin blew you. You tilt your head back, clenching your teeth to prevent the guttural groan that’s building up deep within your chest from escaping your body. You’re hoping deep breaths of air can fill the space – block the desire to cry out in pleasure at the cusp of being translated into phonetics.

“Fine.” you’re almost grateful to hear that dull voice. “I’ve just been doing some filing and some paperwork… Nothing much really.” 

“Mhm,” Heejin mumbles, your cock still in her mouth. She frees it for a second to deliver a line—that sounds like super important work babe—that’s definitely sarcastic in her head and in concept, but masterfully manipulated to sound sincere and enthusiastic. “Anything else?”

“Uh… No.”

Heejin seems almost too gleeful between your legs. “Great. I’ll give you a quick run-down of my day then.”

She proceeds to give him utter bullshit, lying through her teeth about lazing around in her dorm and eating yoghurt. All the while she’s lazily delivering firm pumps to your cock, the sound of her spit squelching in her own hand a little too loud for your liking. Then she starts twisting, and you feel as if all hell is breaking loose inside of you. Your throat is pricked with the sharp gasps that are fighting to be let out of your mouth, skin tingling with the effervescence of pleasure racing through just about every vein in your body. You’re certain you have a knuckle-white grip on your sheets as uses her thumb to rub against the underside of your slit while her other fingers pull the skin around your head tight to keep the sensitive part of you exposed to her impending assault. 

“Oh, and by the way,” she adds, and you’re wondering what other lies she’s capable of generating right now. “I got a call from my old friend that I met at the club before the wedding… He says he wants to be my personal photographer.”

And now you’re shocked and stunned. What was a passing joke yesterday is now being used against you in a way that you can’t even fathom. Heejin revels in the silence—and all the emotions that could possibly be engendered by that single statement—as she smiles and licks you from base to tip. The layer of saliva around your cock thickens, and she uses that to get more aggressive with her motions. You didn’t know if she has limits to her cruelty, and you really hope that she’s reaching it soon. 

“You know how I feel about that guy…” he begins.

“I know, I know… I’m just telling you to keep you in the know.”—her dismissal of his worries is quick and almost genuine if it weren’t for the fact that she was going against his wishes while she assuages his worries—”wouldn’t want to fight with you again, would I?”

He grunts in agreement. “Stay away from him baby. He’s bad company.”

“Yeah,” she hums, locking eyes with you as she hovers her mouth over your tip. She gives it a swipe of her tongue, smiling as you grimace under the pressure that shoots up from your crotch. “He’s such a bad guy…”

Not that you’re into this or anything, but hearing that drawl—sinful and sultry; raunchy and earthy—made your breath hitch a little. Sure, you’re no stranger to Heejin’s sensual side; but this was a bit of her that you had yet to experience. It felt like she’d dug up a new side to her, something unearthed and unaired, and you’ll be the only one to see it. She could take your breath away in many ways and you’d just found another.

The man on the other end grunts once more. With a gruff “Alright. I’ll text you later”, he hangs up on Heejin, leaving you free to let out the breath that you’d been holding in up till that point. 

“Isn’t he a bundle of sunshine?” Heejin drops the facade almost instantly, using the hand that wasn’t occupied with your cock to retrieve her phone. “Five minutes and twenty-seven seconds… Huh. That’s longer than most of our calls.”

You can only pant and watch as she giggles and tosses her phone aside. She crawls back up the bed and takes your lips into hers, and you’d like to think that it’s a sweet apology for the hell she’d just put you through. Deep down you know it wasn’t, but you’re in the mood for some wishful thinking after what you went through.

“Not sure if I’m being greedy here,” Heejin whispers, “but I’d like you to indulge me just a little more…”

“I’d like to hear this one through first,” you quickly request, because no way in hell were you about to live through those 5 minutes and 27 seconds for a second time. “Can’t let you bite off more than you can chew.”

Heejin laughs, fully aware where this was coming from. 

“Don’t worry. I think you’ll like this one,” she assures you, placing a hand on your chest for good measure. “Hand on my heart, honest-to-god: you’ll love this one as much as the next guy.”

You couldn’t help it. You had to check her – match her step for step.

“Considering that I just saw you lie through your teeth, I think it’s fair to say that I don’t quite trust you,” you tell her as plainly as you can. And it’s not that you actually don’t, but more so the fact that you’re just baiting her into saying something really raunchy that’ll rile the two of you up to no end. Depravity is the root of really good sex after all.

“I promise you,” her lips tilt at an angle as she smiles, “when we're done with this one, I’ll let you cum in my mouth.”

***

You figured that she’d come to you with the news at some point – tell you that he’d found her out and that things are gonna happen and blah blah. What you didn’t expect was for her to show up in the middle of the night to be a bearer of bad news.

“Went back to get a sweater that I’d forgotten,” Heejin’s explaining, a can of beer in her hand and fry in the other. “Open the door and next thing I know, the fucker’s blowing up on me in my face.”

She takes a swig and sighs. “Never liked him anyway… We fought more than we talked. Before you ask, make-up sex was horrible.”

You can only frown and nod in sympathy. You’re complicit in this whole ordeal and so don’t have much of a say in this thing. Guilty as charged, red-handed and whatever. You’re just glad that he didn't come over and beat you up like she said he would. Heejin downs the rest of the beer in the can in a gulp and gently places it on your table.

“Is anything gonna happen to you?” you can’t help but ask out of concern. 

Her smile assures you a little, but her words don’t, “honestly? I don’t know. I’ll find out if my publicist gives me hell tomorrow.”

She rises from her seat. “I’m just glad it’s over,” she says. “Don’t know how much longer I could’ve lived with that dry son of a bitch.”

Her sweater comes off her body. She tosses it at you. In her T-shirt, she struts towards the bedroom, stops in the doorway. With a look over her shoulder, she beckons you to join her—come make my night, would ya?—before slipping into the room.

Always a dance with her.

***

You’re starting to question where Heejin draws the line between her sex life and her regular life. 

(You’ve said this about a thousand times by now, but) Not that you’re carping or whatever, it’s just that sex on the kitchen counter while your instant noodles are clearly being overdone in the pot a few meters away is a bit of a safety hazard. You’re no chef, but bubble frothing out of a closed pot really isn’t a good sign.

“Heejin,” you say, struggling to fit her name between the ragged breaths and frantic thrusts. 

“I know,” she rasps in reply. “Ngh… We can… Turn it off later. I’m so close.”

Pretty solid reasoning in your opinion.

How you got into this situation is a bit more complicated that you’d care to explain, but let’s just say that a late night snack can quickly turn into a literal fuck-fest when Jeon Heejin palmed the shape of your boner as you put a pack of instant noodles into a boiling pot. You didn’t know what came over you really, but after the noodles went in and the pot lid was closed, you had her propped up on the counter and her panties around her ankles. You can figure out how you got to this point. 

Okay: to be fair to Heejin, you did kinda start this whole situation that might just put your lives on the line. You’re the perpetrator, criminal mastermind; yada-yada. But if you were to consider the technicalities, she did aggravate you to fuck her, and by so virtue of that you’re kinda both at fault. Does it make sense? Great, cause a situation where you’re both a little dirty minded makes for really great sex. 

Great… Now you just explained the complicated situation. Eh, who’s exempt from a little contradiction now and then. Anyway… Where were you?

“Oh my fucking god.” she’s moaning a lot louder than usual, loud enough to probably convert her voice into some sort of energy for the homeless or something. Between her thighs lay a wet mess that was the source of all this crying and keening, and your juice slicked cock is the thing that’s driving her wild with ecstasy as she wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you deeper into each thrust with her legs. “Fuck me harder please. I need to cum all over your pretty cock so badly I–”

She barely has it in her to finish her sentence. Her plea is truncated by a sharp cry, and it would be pretty funny if it weren’t for the fact that it's probably one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard. The cry is almost delicate, fragile to the ear and almost like sweet music that plays in the dark. The keyword here is ‘almost’. Your description rings true, but the fact that she’s such a needy little bitch right now kind of ruins it. ‘Ruin’ is a little heavy handed; ‘taint’ would be a better word. 

Yeah… Her want taints the beauty behind her desire… But only a little.

“I’m cumming”—Heejin’s practically whimpering at this rate. God you’d have quite the mess to clean up later—”I’m fucking cumming on your cock daddy I–Oh… Oh god oh fuck.”

“Fucking cum,” you hiss, saliva flying past your teeth and maybe onto her ear. “Be a good little slut and cum for me. Give me a nice and tight pussy to cum inside of.”

It feels weird, dirty even, referring to Heejin as a slut, but her reaction tells you she likes it. She loves being called your slut. You can see her mouth agape, tongue sticking out a little. She can barely keep her eyes open as the pleasure courses through her. Her nails dig into your back, and you think she might be drawing blood, but the pain doesn't matter right now. The only thing that matters is the sight before you.

She cums hard, and you know this because her walls clamp down on you like a vice. If you could, you would have taken a picture. The sight is just that amazing, but you're also preoccupied. The pressure is just right. The rhythmic pulsing of her walls against your throbbing cock is too much for you to take. Your hips stutter to a stop as you release a deep moan, and she gasps as she’s filled with rope after rope of hot cum.

When you finally come down from your high, Heejin is still panting heavily, eyes still squeezed shut, and legs still wrapped around your waist. You can't hold back the little smile that crosses your face as you watch her catch her breath. She looks so peaceful. It's hard to imagine her as a girl with the dirtiest mouth you've ever heard. 

She peeks an eye open to see you staring.

“The pot dummy,” she reminds you, and the horrors of reality come crashing back all at once.

***

So you do find a little bit of a charm behind really soggy Buldak in the wee hours of the night. It’s not the best thing you’ve tasted, but it had its appeal. The sauce helped to mask the depression in the sad, close-to-slimy strands of dough in your bowls, though it didn’t stop you from experiencing a new texture that was severely overcooked noodles.

“Still think we could’ve left it in a little longer,” Heejin muses, staring at the limp noodle trapped between her chopsticks. “Maybe from there we could reverse-engineer the noodle and re-cook it.”

“Yea. And maybe we don’t fuck when there’s clearly a four minute limit to this stuff,” you add befor slurping up the last few spicy, sad and soggy strands in your bowl. 

“Hey. I’m pretty sure the sex was good enough to offset this abomination,” she huffs, setting down her bowl next to yours. “Besides… We’re kinda both in the wrong this time. It’s not always just me you know?”

“Never said it was your fault.” you’re admiring the way her eyes glow in the dim light. At the right angle, it looked like the light was filling her pupils in the most adorable way. “You’re just inferring shit from a passing statement.”

“Wonder where I picked that up from…” she fired back, though it felt much more like she was conceding defeat than challenging further provocation. It was always a dance with her: unpredictable patterns in constant motion, and all you can do is follow her lead.

Maybe one day you’d find the time - make up for the dance you lost and dance with her for real.

Hi. Kinda posting here again because my therapist said that it was good for me to continue writing to regulate my emotions. This one is kinda messy and unedited cause I just wanted to get this out here for funsies. Anyway, I won't be posting as frequently as I used to, but I will drop by from time to time. No promises that I'm gonna be incredibly active and no promises that I won't disappear of the face of the earth again.

Cheers, Nichu

[iinthehexcore]

the last drop

summary: Work could be hard to find in the Undercity. Thankfully, you had found a job - at the Last Drop.

content: probably ooc silco, reader works at the last drop, silco saves you from a drunk dude, nothing too crazy, requested but not proofread! 1396 words

a/n: i have never written for silco before but he is one of my favorite characters! hope i did him justice wahaha!! i used 'jinx fixes everything' as a reference for the layout of the last dropw

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Work, especially work that is not... completely illegal, was hard to find in Zaun. Safe work, even less. But as someone who had grown up on the cold and harsh streets, you would take anything you could find. The Last Drop - last you had seen it, Vander owned it. It was the heart of the Undercity, the one warm place in the cold town. But Vander disappeared, and someone else took it over. Not as warm and inviting, but it was your best bet at a stable job.

The woman who interviewed you - if it could even be seen as an interview - only nodded, telling you to be there the day after at seven p.m. sharp. One minute later, and she would come find you.

Well, it was easy to say that you even turned up early. You did not want to know what would have happened if you hadn't. When you walked in to the empty bar, you saw another bartender.

"Hey," he looked up, throwing the towel on his shoulder, "You're the new bartender?"

"Starting today," you nervously said, pulling at your shirt.

"Cool," he nodded, "I'm Thieram. I'll help you your first few shifts."

Working with Thieram was fun. He was familiar with all the people who came into the bar, telling you funny stories of what they did while drunk and betting on who would be the most drunk that night. He even went to split up a fight that had broken out. Even though you had worked here for a little over a month now, you had yet to see the big boss.

The lady who interviewed you, Sevika, frequently sat at the booth hidden in the corner. In front of her always sat a glass or bottle of booze, depending on how her day went, together with some playing cards and a cigarette. Today, however, the bar was completely empty.

Either it was because there was finally a bit of sunshine in Zaun, or maybe a natural disaster was heading your way without you knowing. Even Thieram wasn't at work - something about 'another job needing to be done'. It left you alone with only one drunk man in the far corner of the bar. Only you, the drunk man, and a bucket of water.

If there was nothing else to do, then you could just clean. Though you truly care about Thieram, you could tell that deep cleaning wasn't his strongest suit. You had finally rid the ceiling of spiderwebs with the help of a chair, a stick, and a rag that was nearly falling apart. Sweeping the floor, wiping the tables, and lastly, cleaning up behind the bar.

Every bottle got neatly placed in their spots and the wood was nearly shining now that all the dirt and grime was wiped off of it. The pipes above your head had no more dust on them and even the lightbulbs were now clean.

As you were about to throw your towel down, you heard footsteps on the stairs. You never went up those - you knew Silco had his office up there. There was simply no need for you to be even near it.

Were you supposed to look him in the eye? Maybe not. Maybe you shouldn't even speak until he spoke to you. But it would be rude to not acknowledge him at all, too. You had no time to go over your options as you heard one of the bar chairs scratching against the floor.

There sat Silco.

The two of you looked at each other in silence for a moment. You, terrified. Him, almost curious.

"You are the new barmaid."

Not even a question.

He knew the answer. Sevika had told him about a handful of people coming to find a job, but she thought you the most capable one. Not addicted to Shimmer, seemingly healthy enough, and Thieram told her you were good at your job.

"I am, sir."

He only lowly hummed as you turned to grab a glass and the bottle of alcohol that was meant for Silco. Thieram made sure to remind you where it was multiple times - only the boss could have this. Unless he said the opposite, he would always get a glass poured for him. So, you did.

You carefully put it in front of the man, not sure if you should say anything. He didn't seem like someone who really did any small talk anyway.

"Did Thieram put you up to this?"

"Up to what, sir?"

He shook his head.

"It's Silco," he lit his cigar, raising the glass to his lips, "And the cleaning."

"No, si-Silco," you corrected yourself, shifting your weight from one leg to the other, "Wasn't sure what else to do, so I thought that I might as well."

It was hard to read him. All he did was hum in response, downing the rest of the gold liquid before disappearing back upstairs again.

Two weeks had passed, and thankfully, Thieram was back. The pub was packed - inside people were nearly sitting on top of one another, and the crowd even went on outside of the bar. You heard laughter, talking, screaming, a bang every so often. Sevika, back in her usual spot, just kept an eye out. As you glanced over, you saw her glass nearly empty.

Sevika and you weren't... friends. No one in the Undercity necessarily had friends. But you were both... friendly, at least. If no curse words or glares was considered friendly. What you had learned was that she liked to have her glass full, so you grabbed her usual bottle, stepping past some drunk guys before standing next to Sevika.

No words were exchanged as you filled up her cup, wiping away some spills as she nodded in response. More than enough, you thought. With a slight smile, you twisted the cap back on the bottle, turning to walk back to the bar.

Halfway through, though, your path was blocked. The group of drunks, the jugs in their hands nearly empty. You knew that these weren't their first ones, either. You took a deep breath, trying to squeeze past them, but it was simply impossible.

"Ah, look here," one of the men coughed, grinning weirdly, "The new barmaid!"

"Yes, and the new barmaid would like it if she could go by," you mumbled, the glass bottle in your hands.

The men looked at each other before loudly erupting into laughter. One jokingly wiped his non-existent tears away, shaking his head.

"Why? We not fun enough for ya?"

"Yeah, come on," the one in the middle leaned over, his face uncomfortably close to yours, "We're good guys, I swear."

"If you were, then you would let me pass."

He whistled, circling you as he now stood behind. There was still no way of getting through though - his friends just moved closer together, blocking your exit.

"Big mouth for a barmaid," he grumbled, "Maybe someone should teach you to shut up."

"You think so?"

A voice, raspy and low, accompanied by the smell of cigars. You slowly turned your gaze away from the terrifying man in front of you, your eyes falling on Silco. The man was hard to miss, but what was even harder to miss was the shining pistol he held in his hand, aimed at the man who had been bothering you.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow, cocking the gun, "At a loss for words?"

The man and his friends didn't say anything, the glasses in their hands shaking as they nervously looked at Silco. He just rolled his eyes in annoyance, pressing the gun against the man his temple before gesturing to the door.

"Get out."

You nearly let out a relieved sigh, holding the bottle close to your chest as you looked back at the ground. You felt a hand on your shoulder, making you turn your head. Silco looked down at you for a moment before pushing the gun back into the holster.

"They will not bother you anymore."

He glanced at Sevika who downed her glass in return, wiping her mouth before nodding at the redhead next to her, both walking out of the bar. They could handle it.

"Thank you, Silco."

"No need to thank me," he glanced at the bar, seeing Thieram busy with all the other customers, "A drink will do."

[kedreeva]

Any bird artists/graphic designers/photo-editors out there that might be willing to make a logo and/or a merch design for our local small game bird association, after the new year?

Story below the cut if you want more info

I'm currently in the process of taking over my state game bird association's website stuff, to help them recover after incredibly bad leadership did their level best to wreck it entirely. It's a "State" association, in that it's for people in this state but isn't run by the state, it's just like. a few people who like game birds who have made nonprofit (like an actual 501(c)) club for other people that like game birds. There's less than 100 members in it according to the registry I saw, to give you an idea what it's like. I'm dealing with one 70+ year old lady, one Older Mom (who isn't even in the association anymore) that helped transfer stuff out of her name, and one Other Lady (who is apparently the sister of one of the hospital board members, but who lacks her sister's desire to watch the world burn I guess) that I've only had phone conversations with so far. I've so far been able to get their website under control and I'm working on getting their facebook back into their hands (it's still being held hostage by a hostile board member they're trying to get rid of), and to try to help them all limp into being a functional association again, like it was when I first started interacting with it 20 years ago.

That being said, in the transfer of the site, the previous site is 100% lost, including all old graphics. No one still in the association has any of the old graphics saved. That's fine, they were.... terrible. Like, this is an old preview pic of the site banner

Truly terrible. So, not gonna lie, kinda glad it's gone forever.

There is an OLDER banner, from before dickhead mcfuckface took over the association, and it's "better" but it's very clearly got an 80s vibe like you would not believe

But, the old lady that is running the association now asked me about having a header on the front page, so here I am. I told her that there were a TON of talented artists that would be happy to be paid (all of the following would be PAID work, if the association can afford it and if not they will just do without, I was VERY clear about needing to pay artists for work) to design a logo and/or some kind of graphic designer that could help with a little banner for the website. She also asked me about selling t-shirts and hats, since some people at the swaps have asked for them. I told her that a nice looking logo would be a good start for that kind of thing, but that I could ask around and see if anyone wanted to draw a game bird design to sell at their bake sale table or maybe redbubble or something similar so people can just get what they want.

I'm sorry that this is vague, but beyond the logo/site header, I'm not sure exactly what they are going to want, just that they are going to want An Artist Or Three. You'd be dealing with me once I've wrangled them into telling me what they exactly want for anything outside the website.

As for the website, I actually don't mind the basic design of the second banner (the 80's one, a rectangle, circle badge logo in the middle, game animals to either side), and I think it would be good to bring back that general feel, but cleaner and brighter on colors, and different animals. The club does not really deal with deer or raccoons regularly, and pheasants are not the only game birds. I was thinking maybe just doing birds on both sides. Peacocks, pheasant, chicken, turkey, ducks, quail, and dove(s) are the most common at swap meets, so some combo of those would be nice (doesn't need to have all of them), as that's what members will mostly be raising.

If that's something you feel you might be interested in, and can provide your pricing & an example of your style so I can bring it to them and tell them I want them to pay you to give me things for the site and/or association at large.

For the laughs, here is what I "mocked up" for them as an idea

But they also liked the idea of a plain badge logo like this one (because they don't live and breathe peafowl I assume, it's the only explanation)

anyway. if you have the art skills and wanna help a bird nerd group out, please let me know!

[apomaro-mellow]

Kitchen sex all the way for steddie bingo

Steddie Bingo Prompt: Kitchen Sex

Steve could die. He could actually die. And he'd toss himself off the balcony if he didn't think his mother would just call him dramatic and force his corpse to sit at dinner. Holiday parties were fun as a kid. He didn't mind the clothes and no one expected him to really talk and the food was good and he got to have dessert in his room.

Now that he was older and knew better, the banality of it all drained his soul. His parents weren't friends with any of these people, they were just business partners and colleagues. And everything else about them was fake too. The Chezwicks were staunch pro-life supporters but Steve knew both daughters had abortions. Darbie Everwood had some vague charity about helping the poor in Africa but frequently berated her mostly immigrant staff.

Steve's own parents talked about these people behind their backs and yet invited them into their home, all smiles. And Steve was expected to partake. He had learned the tricks of the trade. Smile and laugh, but don't look vapid. Play along and never let them know what you know until you needed something from them. And the most important thing he learned was how to keep his own secrets.

Steve checked the time on his watch and then looked out the window. He could see some white shirts, the catering staff, going on a smoke break. Which meant Steve's secret was waiting in the kitchen. He excused himself, and took a slightly roundabout way to get there. When he entered, all of the lights were off except for the oven hood's. It made the vast kitchen dark but the small light coupled with a bit of help from the moon through the window, Steve was able to make him out.

"Can't believe I'm missing a smoke break for you."

"You're more than welcome to go outside", Steve challenged, walking over to the silhouette near the light.

"And freeze my dick off? No thanks." A hand came up to cradle Steve's face and then trail into his hair, gripping the back of it. "Not when I've got you. And you're my good little cockwarmer, right?"

Steve let out a whine and crashed their lips together. They didn't have a lot of time. Not only would the staff be back after their break, but his father was going to call a toast soon. Steve would have been content to kiss him all night. But almost too soon, he was pulled away and then he felt lips on his neck.

"Eddie", he gasped in a whisper.

"I know we don't got long, sweetheart. How do you want it?"

"I wanna rub you off. And then shake hands with Fleming."

Eddie snickered against his neck and nibbled at his pulse. "The guy who cut funding for recreation?"

"Just so he can put more money in his own pockets." Because Steve's secrets were Eddie's too. He pushed Eddie against the counter and began to undo his belt. Eddie did the same for Steve, their hands fumbling in both the darkness and in their rush.

The hurry felt good. But Steve couldn't wait until tomorrow. His parents were going to the beach house for Christmas. Steve was going to the winter lodge. And he was bringing Eddie along. They both groaned as they finally got their hands on each other. Eddie stroked him, fast and dry and Steve did the same. Steve's lips found his neck. Eddie couldn't leave marks on him right now but the same was not true for Steve.

Eddie groaned at a particularly well placed bite. The sound tipped Steve over the edge and he was cumming, thinking of all the wonderful things he'd get to do to him in the lodge. He felt Eddie trembled against him and spill on his hand.

They cleaned up for the most part, readjusting clothes and hair and wiping their hands off. Eddie washed his in the huge industrial sink. While Steve went without. When he exited the kitchen, he made a beeline for Fleming.

@steddiebingo

Bingo card under the cut

[allthingsfangirl101]

*Neighbors With Benefits – Glen Powell

Warnings: language, hooking up, friends with benefits, unprotected sex

I was walking down the hall, digging through my purse, so I didn't notice it at first. But when I did, a smirk instantly formed on my face. Under my doorstep was an old menu from a restaurant that no longer exists. I leaned down and picked it up. I glanced over at his apartment and instantly knew what I was going to wear to his place tonight.

I walked into my apartment and dropped my bag on the kitchen table. I kicked off my shoes and instantly started getting ready. I did my hair in big, loose curls. I put on the red lipstick that always made him bite my lips. I slipped on the black lingerie that I never had on longer than the time it took him to open the door and pull me inside his place.

When Glen Powell moved in, it was shortly after Top Gun: Maverick came out. Most girls I worked with freaked out when they found out he lived in my building. Me? I didn't care. My mom is a makeup artist for several movie departments. I grew up around famous people.

A little over a year ago, something shifted between Glen and me. After an incredibly exhausting day at work, I slammed my hand on the buttons, demanding the elevator to hurry up. The elevator doors were about to close when someone quickly stopped them. Glen drunkenly stumbled in. After one quick conversation about how work sucks and we both needed a way to disconnect from the day, we ended up in his bed.

After that, Glen and I randomly started hooking up. We used the old menu under the other's doorstep to signal that we needed a night to disconnect. If the menu was under your doorstep, you went to the other person's apartment at your earliest convenience. Glen usually came right away. I liked to get dressed up for him. The sexier I dressed, the easier it was to please him.

I slipped on my coat and grabbed my phone and keys on my way out of my apartment. I tossed my hair, leaned against the doorway, and knocked.

"There you are," he growled as soon as he swung the door open.

"Sorry, baby," I purred. "I had to get ready for you."

I undid my jacket and let it pool at my feet.

"Fuck," he moaned. He grabbed my waist and brought me roughly to him. He leaned down and smashed his lips to mine. I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck and started kissing him back.

I groaned when he pushed me against his doorway. He tore his lips away from mine and reattached them to my neck. As he went between biting and sucking on my skin, I decided to play with him a little.

"Did you have a bad day at work today, honey bunny?" I asked, my voice dripping with sweetness.

"The worst," he growled against my collarbone.

"Awww, I'm so sorry, sweetie pie," I said as I reached up and started running my fingers through his hair. He moaned when I pulled on a few strands. "I want to help you forget all about it, baby boy. What do you need me to do?"

He tore away from me, his eyes filled with lust. From the way he was looking at me, I knew exactly what was going to happen tonight and more importantly, what he wanted to happen tonight.

I gasped when Glen easily picked me up and carried me into his apartment. In a matter of minutes, our clothes were scattered around his room. When I shivered, Glen instantly pulled his thin comforter up over us so it shielded our bodies.

"Sorry, it's so cold in here," he whispered. "But I can't help but keep it nice and. . . nippy when you come over."

"Naught boy," I whispered as I slid my hands up his bare chest and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I can't help it," he said, glancing down at my bare chest. I gasped but quickly turned it into a moan as he pressed his lips to mine. Our lips moved in sync as he grabbed my thighs and opened them wide enough. I smirked against his lips as I wrapped my leg around his waist.

I broke the kiss and arched my back when he roughly pushed into me. Glen smirked and let out a deep chuckle as each thrust made me arch my back and moan.

"There we go, gorgeous," he groaned. "Fuckin' hell."

"Tell me," I moaned. "Tell me what you need, baby."

I bit my lip when he leaned in and started sucking on my neck. "Nothing," he growled against my skin. "Just you, baby girl."

"That's what I'm here for, daddy."

"Fuck!" He yelled, pushing himself even more into me. I let him take control. I was there to make him happy. Whatever he needed, I let him have. Whatever he wanted, I did it.

We let out large sighs as he rolled off of me. I looked over and smirked when I saw him breathing heavily and his eyes tightly squeezed shut.

"Holy fuck!" Glen laughed. I made him gasp when I quickly moved so I was straddling his stomach. "Double fuck," he mumbled.

I grabbed his wrists and put them above his head, leaning over him. "Do you want to talk about your day, honey?" I asked, my voice low.

"The day's already happened?" He mumbled, his eyes scanning my body.

"Yes, it did," I whispered, my face inches from his. My lips brushed his as I said, "Good to know I have the ability to erase your memory."

To respond, he grabbed my face and smushed my lips to his. I giggled as I moved my lips against his. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling on strands to get him to moan.

Our tongues danced as Glen slightly readjusted underneath me. I scooted down, realigning myself. Glen bit my lip when I moved my hips and made him slip into me. Our lips continued to move in sync as our hips joined in.

Glen pressed his hands to my back, pulling me closer to him as he rolled us over. He broke the kiss and slightly pulled his hips away from mine, enough to readjust. I arched my back when he pushed into me. My eyes were squeezed shut and my hands gripped his shoulders for stability as he rocked into me.

A few more thrusts sent us over the edge. Again. He pulled out of me and rolled off. He lay next to me and instantly returned his eyes to me.

"Fucking hell, baby girl," he said, out of breath. "I never get tired of this."

"Good," I smirked as I rolled onto my side, draping my arm across his bare stomach. "Finding a good fuck partner is hard to do."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me so I was lying on top of him. He leaned up and pressed a messy kiss to my lips. Our lips instantly started moving roughly in sync. I broke the kiss and slowly sat up.

"Sorry, baby boy," I said, playfully smacking his pecks. "I'm gonna need a minute before I go a third time."

I got out of bed and instantly grabbed one of his flannels. I slipped it on, not buttoning it right away. Instead, I turned toward him and smirked at him still lying in bed. I smirked when I saw his eyes closed as he breathed heavily. I walked over, knelt on the edge, and leaned down. Glen moaned as I messily kissed him.

Without breaking the kiss, Glen grabbed my thighs and moved me so I was straddling his stomach. As our lips moved messily in sync, Glen slid his hands under the flannel, pushing it so it was barely hanging on my shoulder. I broke the kiss but stayed hovering over him. His eyes fluttered shut as I started grinding my body against his.

"Is this what you needed, baby?"

"Exactly," he moaned. His eyes opened and they were dark with lust. "This was exactly what I needed, baby girl."

I gently pressed my lips to his, breaking the kiss too quickly. "Glad I could help, sexy."

"Pleasure was all mine," he groaned as I got off of him. I blew him a kiss before turning my back to him. I stretched, purposefully making his shirt rise up on me.

"Damn," I heard him moan under his breath. I smirked as I slowly lowered my arms back down. I started buttoning up the flannel and was about to go clean myself up in the bathroom but Glen stopped me.

"I'm in love with you."

Those words made me freeze. I turned around with my shirt partly buttoned.

"You're what?" I asked. Glen got out of bed without breaking eye contact. I didn't notice my hands were still frozen on the bottom of my shirt until Glen grabbed them and pulled them away.

"I said," he repeated, pulling me into him, "I'm in love with you, Y/N."

"No," I said slowly as I pulled my hands out of his.

"No?"

"No," I repeated. "You can't. . . You can't be in love with me, Glen. We're just. . . We're neighbors. With benefits. We hook up after a rough day."

"Haven't you noticed that we hook up at least three times a week, most of the time more?" He asked, oddly cheerful to my response. "We are so past neighbors with benefits, Y/N."

"We are?" I asked, my voice soft. Glen gently grabbed my chin before pressing his lips to mine. This kiss was so much softer than any that we've shared. When he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against mine.

"We are," he whispered. He leaned back and looked directly into my eyes as he said, "I know that when we first started hooking up, it was just about the release. Let's be honest, Y/N, we were using each other. But it became so much more than that."

"What do you mean?"

"Sure, it started out that way, but somewhere along the way, it changed," he explained. "I didn't just want to see you to hook up. I mean, I like hooking up with you. Like really like it. But I realized that the time we spent talking, naked in bed, did more for me than hooking up. Talking to you, asking for advice, hearing you tease me about my actor's first-world problems, and joking with you helped me more than you know. A few months ago, I started wanting to see you every single day. I wanted to come home and go straight to your apartment. Not just to hook up, but to talk. To see your beautiful face. To listen to your precious voice. To stare into your enchanting eyes. To hold you in my arms. To hear your breathing slow as you fall asleep on my chest. To make love to you knowing I was the only man who got to do that to you. I need to be the only man, Y/N. Please, tell me I'm the only man who gets to make love to you."

"You are," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I swear, Glen, you're the only guy I've been seeing."

"Good," he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. He was about to lean in and kiss me again, but something stopped him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he smiled as he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "I just. . . I don't want to be just neighbors with benefits, Y/N."

"I don't want that either." I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his. I broke the kiss even though he tried to deepen it. "Isn't there something you have to ask me before we can become official?" I teased him as I tightened my arms around his neck.

"I believe there is," he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to his chest. "Y/N, will you go on a date with me? One that will mostly definitely end in your bed and will definitely not end with me leaving the next morning."

[shisekibo]

[Story Translation] Chapter Five - The Guard of Legend [Episode Two: Part Four]

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Haures:

“Hmm..."

Choices:

“Ah, Haures..."

Muu:

“Should we go see if he's okay, Master?"

Choices:

“We should, yes."

crunch... crunch...

Haures:

“..."

Choices:

“Haures."

Haures:

“Hm? Master?"

Haures:

“It's slippery over here. Please be careful. You can hold my hand, if it will help."

Choices:

“Thank you."

Haures:

“We're almost at the Old Tower."

Choices:

“Yes..."

Haures:

“We plan to arrived at night this time... But we'll protect you no matter what. Please don't worry."

Choices:

“Thank you, Haures."

Haures:

“sigh..."

Choices:

“Are you okay?"

Haures:

“I'm sorry!"

Haures:

“I was only sighing as a way of keeping myself grounded. You don't need to worry at all."

Haures:

“There's a high likelihood that young girl will appear this time too. Just thinking about it puts my thoughts into disarray."

Choices:

“I understand..."

Haures:

“But don't worry..."

Haures:

“I won't make the same mistakes as last time. I promise to keep my feelings in order."

Choices:

“You're really strong, Haures."

Haures:

“Not at all..."

Haures:

“It's thanks you to. You helped me realise something really important."

Choices:

“I did?"

Haures:

“I know now that I can rely on my comrades when I need help... That thought puts me at ease."

Choices:

“Yes. Rely on us any time."

Haures:

“I will."

Muu:

"Let me know if you ever need any help, Mr. Haures!"

Haures:

“Haha, I knew I could rely on you, Muu."

crunch... crunch...

Teddy:

“Ah! There you are! Mr. Haures! And the Master of the Devil Butlers!"

Teddy:

“I brought something light to eat. Please, have some."

Choices:

“You're... Mr. Teddy?"

Teddy:

“You remembered my name! Thank you!"

Haures:

“Is this not food for the Grosvenor scouting party? Are you allowed to give some to us?"

Teddy:

“Of course!"

Teddy:

“Ah! But... keep it a secret from the other members of the Grosvenor Family..."

Choices:

“So you're not allowed..."

Haures:

“I see... What do you think, Master?"

Choices:

“We might as well eat after he went through the trouble of bringing it over."

Haures:

“Okay. Then we'll have some. Thank you, Mr. Teddy."

Muu:

“It looks delicious! I expected nothing less of a noble's army."

Teddy:

“Yes. This lunch was made especially by the court chef..."

Teddy:

“Wait, huh?! You're a talking cat..."

Haures:

“Oh, that's right. We don't even think about it anymore..."

Choices:

“It's a little surprising at first..."

Haures:

“Muu is one of our butlers too. One who loves to eat, but is very nice. Please don't worry."

Muu:

“It's nice to meet you, Mr. Teddy."

Teddy:

“I... see..."

Teddy:

“You butlers are really something else. You go way beyond the realms of my understanding."

Haures:

“We're sorry for shocking you, Mr. Teddy."

Teddy:

“Please, just call me Teddy. You don't need to be so formal!"

Teddy:

“I'm only 25 and still not very experienced..."

Teddy:

“And Mr. Haures, you're such an amazing swordsman. Please don't feel like you have to be so polite to someone as lowly as me."

Teddy:

“Of course, you too, Master of the Devil Butlers."

Choices:

“Well, if you insist..."

Haures:

“Teddy it is, then."

Teddy:

“Mr. Haures, Master of the Devil Butlers. I would like to apologise once again for how our leader spoke to you earlier."

Choices:

“Don't worry about it..."

Haures:

“Why are you so polite, Teddy?"

Teddy:

“Huh? Am I?"

Haures:

“Yes. Most nobles are quite rude to us from the very beginning."

Haures:

“You're nothing like them."

Choices:

“That's true..." "You're kind, Teddy."

Teddy:

“It might be because I wasn't born a noble..."

Haures:

“I see. So you took the entrance exam to enter the Grosvenor Army?"

Teddy:

“Wow. You know about that, Mr. Haures?"

Choices:

“Entrance exam?"

Teddy:

“Most of the members of the Grosvenor Family Army are the children or relatives of members of the Grosvenor Family."

Teddy:

“But, there are also people like me who have no relation to the family but pass the entrance exam."

Choices:

“I see."

Teddy:

“People from noble families are very prideful and quick to stereotype. That's why they look down on people like the Devil Butlers."

Choices:

“I see."

Teddy:

“Not me, though! If anything, I'm in awe of you all!"

Teddy:

“I love famous and strong swordsmen!"

Teddy:

“I love learning about their fighting techniques! I also know their heights, weights, their personalities..."

Teddy:

“Learning about them is one of my biggest hobbies!"

Muu:

“That's an amazing hobby..."

Choices:

"You're a swordsman nerd."

Teddy:

“Nerd? What does that mean?"

Choices:

"D-don't worry about it..."

Teddy:

“Hahaha. I see you have a sense of humour."

Teddy:

“Anyway! Mr. Bastien, Mr. Haures, Mr. Boschi..."

Teddy:

“There are so many strong swordsmen in the Devil Butlers, aren't there?"

Haures:

“I-I guess... It's a bit embarrassing hearing it to my face."

Teddy:

“And Mr. Haures, you're the strongest swordsmen even among the Devil Butlers, aren't you?"

Choices:

"He's a really flatterer..."

Teddy:

“Mr. Haures' strength is famous amongst people who love swordsmen!"

Teddy:

“His elegant and precise movement... The strength of his attacks as a result of his perfectly trained body..."

Teddy:

“He's so cool, especially when he's fighting Angels..."

Teddy:

“Ahhh... I can't believe I actually get to fight beside Mr. Haures...!"

Teddy:

“I'm so lucky!"

Haures:

“R-really...? Am I that famous...?"

Choices:

“Haures, you're amazing." "He's a really big fan."

Haures:

“M-Master... Don't tease me like that."

Teddy:

“Mr. Haures, this might be a strange question..."

Teddy:

“Was someone in your family a member of the Grosvenor Family Military Police?"

Haures:

“Huh? Someone in my family? ...Why?"

Teddy:

“There's a really popular swordsman."

Teddy:

“He was an unbeatable member of the Grosvenor Family."

Choices:

“Unbeatable...? Wow..."

Teddy:

“There are many records of his achievements, of his reliable swordsmanship and his leadership."

Haures:

“Hm..."

Teddy:

“His surname... was Clifford."

Choices:

“Huh? Just like you, Haures..."

Haures:

“I suppose so..."

Teddy:

“I think that it couldn't be a mere coincidence!"

Teddy:

“Mr. Haures, you're also such an amazing swordsman. There must be a link between you two!"

Haures:

“I don't know anything about this."

Teddy:

“Really? It doesn't have to be anything concrete! Just a hunch..."

Teddy:

“You don't know anything at all?"

Choices:

“You don't know his first name?"

Teddy:

“No... The only name left in the records is the surname Clifford."

Teddy:

“He's from so long ago that his records are almost like something out of a legend."

Choices:

“How long ago was this?"

Teddy:

“Most likely around 300 years ago."

Choices:

“300 years ago?!" "That's quite a long time ago..."

Haures:

“...I'm sorry but I really have no clue."

Teddy:

“I see... That's quite a shame."

Teddy:

“I'm sorry! You're busy enough during this expedition without me hounding you about this/"

Choices:

“Not at all."

Teddy:

“But I'm really glad I was able to talk to you."

Teddy:

“Mr. Haures, Master of the Devil Butlers. I'll take my leave now."

Choices:

“See you later."

crunch... crunch...

Haures:

“Teddy... He seems like a nice young man."

Haures:

“And being able to climb to the rank of deputy officer on only your own merit isn't easy. That's not something you can just half-ass."

Haures:

“Noble armies always prioritise those of noble birth, after all."

Haures:

“If he made it this far after taking the entrance exam, he must really be a skilled fighter."

Choices:

“I see." "That's amazing."

Haures:

“Hm? It looks like we should be getting going soon."

Haures:

“Master, I'll escort you to the carriage."

Haures:

“The snow is rather slippery. Please take my hand while you walk."

Choices:

“Thank you."

After a brief stop, we made our way onwards towards the Old Tower...

[isat-script-project]

i know this is a weird thing to ask but are there any dialogue lines that use both of siffrin's pronoun sets? when i'm talking about someone with multiple pronoun sets i try not to use the same one too much and sometimes i feel like i'm overcompensating

Gosh, i swear there is, but I can't find anything offhand, and it's sadly not something I can just search for.

There's not a lot of scenes with Siffrin referred to in the third person to begin with, what with them being the protagonist and all.

My best find and guesses under the cut~ Act 5 spoilers yay

So i got THIS from the act 5 clocktower scene, because i just have this image of isabeau specifically mixing things up pronouns wise.

And from what I can observe of this scene as a whole, it seems pronouns are switched up per sentence, pretty consistently. (don't take this for gospel, mind you.)

I've seen some different things across fanfics. Most common (I think) are either as this scene does, varying per sentence, or, if you're talking about Writing in particular, per paragraph.

Honestly, you don't really need to be all that anxious talking about people with multiple pronouns. Even on the wiki, I'll only change some around if the entire section only uses one pronoun set (specifically if it's he/him, because, well, if someone only uses he/him for siffrin, it's kinda clear they see sif as "man lite".

The most important thing when talking about others is Clarity. you can only switch up pronouns when it's clear who you're talking about. Particularly with he/they, both of these pronouns have different grammatical constructions, so if you spice it up too much, it can get kind of messy.

Personally, I would avoid switching mid-sentence. If you say something like "He took off their hat", that reads like your subject just stole someone else's hat, yknow?

And if I'm writing something about Siffrin and Loop, then I tend to use he/him for Siffrin more often, because if i switch back and forth between they and he for Sif when I'm also talking about a character who only uses they/them, it'll be unclear whether I mean Sif or Loop. Same flipside, if I talk about Sif and say, Isabeau, I'm more likely to just they/them Siffrin throughout.

If you're talking about a real person in casual conversation, I'd wager your exact ratio matters even less. You can go a whole streak using one set and then switch, or use a different one in different conversations, or what have you. People get it. If you're making an effort, it'll get through. If people also uses neopronouns, I like to use those more often just for practice, and then default back to the "standard" quartet of he/she/it/they when i forget the neo grammar construction and dont have time to google it, lol.

Uhm. Very verbose answer!

TLDR: The game seems to vary per sentence, but exact ratios don't really matter that much as long as you make an effort. Hope this helps!

[blitzbuckz]

PERTAINING TO ANON DRAMA

I've been quiet about it for MONTHS, I tried to let it die out, I tried to be sincere about it. YES I HAVE BEEN GETTING ANON HATE FOR MONTHS, practically daily, and I'm aware of the person behind all those masks. you can lie but I can see through the disguises. ONTO THE POINT I can see that by trying to ignore everything it's only causing my mutuals discomfort so I'll FINALLY say my peace out in the open. YES I was traumatized over a mutual I'm no longer mutuals with. here's the thing though, PEOPLE FUCK UP people make mistakes ( we are all human ) and NO i'm not defending them, all I'm saying that it's ridiculous dragging out the past and wanting to inflict the same amount of pain I've dealt with.

I GET IT what they did was beyond harsh and that it keeps happening but YOU holding it against them isn't making things better either. It's like fighting FIRE with fire, its only going to create more fire. PUT A STOP TO IT let it go. No i'm not going to name the two individuals i'm thinking of because WE NEED TO LET THE PAST GO. either my past mutual is going to change for the better or they'll continue at it, IT'S NOT YOUR RESPONSIBILITY TO WARN OTHERS. if people continue to get hurt by them - then as an adult community check on your friends! lend them your shoulders, help them move on, give them a listening ear bc - truthfully, that's what we desire the most. it happened to me and i'm moving on just fine. it took awhile, it wasn't easy, but my mutuals kept me sane and i've been recovering at a faster rate than I ever envisioned. BUT THIS CALLOUT OF BLOGS, ATTACKING, IS HIGHLY UNNECESSARY. if anything it's childish.

If someone is hurting you CONFINE ON OTHER PEOPLE it's okay and you're never a bother. there's no shortage of friends here. But for god's sake- LET VENDETTAS GO. and, foremost, stop going after my mutuals. I have finally said my part so please lets be civil and look after one another WITHOUT calling out blogs. it's not benefiting anyone.

that said, I will no longer talk about this subject as I wish for everyone to move on. we're here to roleplay fuckn horny demons not this melodramatic spaz!

[alison-raven]

Another day, another Conan

Detective Conan 30th Anniversary Exhibition in Kuala Lumpur is finally here! And going there is the best decision ever!

To avoid people, I went there during weekday, and I took my AL for these... Also, it is the best decision I've ever made.

If you know me, I am obsessed (but not in the unhealthy way, just the good amount of obsession) with Detective Conan, especially with Shinichi. He is been my favourite character ever and I even dubbed him as my first husband. He is my comfort character, ever.

The exhibition is held at Pavillion Bukit Jalil. I want to purchase ticket for early exhibition, but I cannot. I really want to go to the opening ceremony. They have the mascot over there. Still, I get early bird promotion for purchased the ticket before it is started. Too bad that I have to go alone cause nobody really love Detective Conan like I do.

So, let's me tell you what I like the most for this exhibition. Bear with me cause I'm a little bit bias because, well, you know...

Of course it is started with the illustration picture from the manga and a word from Aoyama-sensei and along the way. I like went the show Conan's statue with how he always point out number 3 .

I went alone, so I had to be a little bit creative. And my brilliant brain gave me an idea. But, I do sometime asked someone to help me to took a picture for me.

As usual, they gave a pamphlet to complete the stamp. For that, they have small floating shelf for that. Using the shelf, I used my Apple watch to get me the best picture that I made to take.

Like watching Picasso's painting...

The moments that I want to highlight like below:

From the section of Conan's Love, there are some picture that I like. For example like how they show love for Chihaya and Yokomizo being highlighted. Are they canon?

And about Higo Ryusuke, which is my favourite minor character in this show. I wish we have more screen time for this man!

But, of course, we do do have the infamous Shinichi and Ran's confession scene. They are so adorable!

They also have Kazuha and Heiji's love scene, but to be honest, Aoyama-sensei dragged this too long and made me lost interest on their love scene. I love them, but addition of Ooka Momiji, yeah, not really my cup of tea.

We also have the cute Conan's design for the Conan's Hannin, which show the case that Conan's solved. Who still remember this creepy man from the library's case? I almost got heart attack when I saw this. They put it at the very strategic place!

And the famous あれれ（A~re~re). It also mention that Conan's famous excuse which is go to the toilet~

So, as Conan's fan, of course I know all the cases!

And can you imagine how many criminals in Conan's world? (exclude the filter's cases). Let me show you....

Yeah, so many criminals and I can said some of them are justified to do the crime. Don't quote me on that. But some cases are just sad. Sometime, I cannot hate the criminals.

And do you know who being shot the most with a tranquilizer needle? Yes, you guess it right. It is Kogorou!

They also show how many needle tranquilizer that was shot by Conan, which seems less than I expected. I swear I thought it should be more!

And at the end of the exhibition, there are cutout board of all major characters of the Detective Conan, but I want to highlight these two.

Ran is just adorable as she is but Shinichi! They have no right to made him this handsome and dashing! With tuxedo as well!. This remind me on one fanfiction from Ao3 that I love but not complete yet. It is Interview Mania by @purplellamanator. I can imagine them, Tokyo Spirits player Shinichi go to the red carpet, being interview by host Sonoko, and then model Ran also being interview on TV show by, you know it, also host Sonoko... I am rambling but I said what I said!

Lastly, of course I need to buy the merchandises! For me, it is affordable compare to online website (since some of these are Vietnam's product). With the purchase above RM100, you got free paper bag (since in Malaysia, you have to pay for paper and plastic bag. Even it is not free, I still gonna purchase it). The one from Japan is more expensive. But, I managed to purchase within my original target budget. I also have to buy expensive drink for the exclusive bookmark. Since I collect bookmarks all over the world, I closed my eyes on that. As long as I get the bookmark.

Also, I purchase the wrong T-shirt. I only notice it on the next day...

With this, I can confirm that I had a great and absolutely amazing time here. If I got another time and budget, I absolutely want to go here again.

Thanks for the organiser for bring my childhood here. I cannot express how grateful I am, cause lately we only got some famous animes exhibition like Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen and Attack on Titan. Finally, Conan is in Kuala Lumpur.

Let me also share some other favourite pictures.

Do you know driving with Professor's Agasa is always a problem?

Apparently, the trivia also point out about that!

You can see how awesome Ran is, which I wish Aoyama-sensei fully explore her awesomeness.

And how about my husband number 6, which (if I said it might be trigger to KaiShin's fan) is Shinichi's cousin? I got some idea for it since forever, but when it become canon on movie, I just laugh it off. I even asked my brother in Japan to confirm the rumor about the spoiler for me, since he went watch the movie before it come to Malaysia.

He got the whole section for his crime and handsome face! And his cutout board also dashing, but I wish they dress him with tuxedo with different color...

And although it is not my favourite section, I just want to upload this picture, the one from grave. Just to think only one of them still survive, pain my heart. Talking about Amuro, I wonder who will replace his seiyuu, since he being involve with the horrible scandal.

And lastly, all the casts are here. Can I just take these after this exhibition over? I probably don't talk about others, but they still have place in my heart. I LOVE DETECTIVE CONAN!

[aro-culture-is]

aro culture is getting really annoyed with the relationships unit in your sociology class because the whole thing is just 100% amatonormativity.

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if think your teacher, professor, and/or TAs might be interested in discussing the concept, I have some idea of bringing up the topic?

I'd personally say something like, "Hi, During our section in sociology around relationships, I couldn't help but think it would be interesting to discuss how a sociological theory called "amatonormativity" might relate to these lessons. I gathered a few sources from the professor who coined it, a thesis written on it, and a law review written about the connection between it and laws in the USA. There's some connections between its use in feminist thought and in queer theories, and I'd love to know your thoughts about it. I personally was thinking of when [specific statement] was said, and how I would apply this theory. I hope it's as interesting to you as it is to me."

Coiner's current webpage: https://elizabethbrake.com/amatonormativity/

Thesis: https://vc.bridgew.edu/honors_proj/330/ (click download in upper right hand corner for the PDF, depending on the individual it may be worth downloading and sending that rather than a link)

Law Review: https://uclawreview.org/2022/06/09/amatonormativity-in-the-law-an-introduction/

[sanasanakun]

Jimithon Mouthwashing is such a good representation of untreated, enabled NPD like it makes me want to squeeze the life out of him. I'm endlessly fascinated when watching him interact with his crew, surroundings, and himself because he's so fucking lost in his own sauce. It's insane. If I'm being real, it makes him my favorite character in the game.

It's a little scary to say, but watching Jimmy is like seeing a mirrored version of myself two years ago before I truly committed to treatment for my NPD. He's like a shadow. The opening line "I hope this hurts," which I believe comes from Jimmy right before the crash, is such a poignant statement. It's a simple line, but I can tell you from experience that the desire to hurt others when in a narcissistic rage is overwhelming. It's such a good line to sum up Jimmy's character in that moment. Luckily, in the real world, I had my friends and family there to catch me when I hit my lowest, even though I'd hurt them so many times. Jimmy probably could've used friends to force him into therapy (cough cough Curly cough cough)

[monstermoviedean]

thanks for being nice to me <3

[chussyracing]

BAD KITTY 🔫

it's a JOKE ma'am (but also it isn't. i looked prizes of some.... um. content, because i'm desperate to meet ends and let me tell you. if i sold feet pics i could afford to bid in that auction as well 😅)

[hayanahed]

Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

Verified by :

⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)

⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof

Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

[idkimnotreal]

i think a bi guy might want something from me. i don't know if he's closeted.

[pibsboots]

I've always had chronic fatigue. I remember being twelve, and an adult mentioned how I couldn't possibly know how tired they felt because adulthood brought levels of exhaustion I couldn't imagine. I thought about that for days in fear, because I couldn't remember the last time I didn't feel tired.

Eventually I came to terms with the fact that I was just tired, and I couldn't do as many things as everyone else. People called me lazy, and I knew that wasn't true, but there's only so many times you can say "I'm tired" before people think it's an excuse. I don't blame them. When a teenager does 20 hours of extracurriculars every week and only says "I'm too tired" when you ask them to do the dishes, it's natural to think it's an excuse. At some point, I started to think the same thing.

It didn't matter that I could barely sit up. It was probably all in my head, and if I really wanted to, I could do it.

When I learned the name for it, chronic fatigue, I thought wow, people that have that must be miserable, because I am always tired and I cannot imagine what it would feel like if it were worse.

Spoiler alert, if you've been tired for a decade, it's probably chronic fatigue.

Once I figured that out though, I thought of my energy as the same as everyone else's, just smaller in quantity. And that might be true for some people, but I've figured out recently that it absolutely isn't true for me.

I used to be like wow I have so much energy today I can do this whole list for sure! And then I'd do the dishes and have to lay down for 2 hours. Then I'd think I must gave misjudged that, I didn't have as much energy as I thought.

But the thing is - I did have enough energy for more tasks, I just didn't go about them properly.

With chronic fatigue, your maximum energy is obviously much smaller than the average person's. Doing the dishes for you might use up the same percentage of energy that it takes to do all the daily chores for someone else.

If someone without chronic fatigue was to do all the daily chores, they would take breaks. Because otherwise, they're sprinting a marathon for no reason and it would take way more energy than necessary. We have to do the same.

Put the cups in the dishwasher, take a break. Put the bowls in, take a break. So on and so forth. This may mean taking breaks every 2-5 minutes but afterwards, you get to not feel like you've run a marathon while carrying 4 people on your back.

Today, I had a moderate amount of energy. Under my old system of go till you drop, I probably could have done most of the dishes and wiped off the counter and then been dead to the world for the rest of the day.

Under the new system, I scooped litter boxes, cleaned out the fridge, took the trash out, cleaned the stove, and wiped off the counter and did all the dishes. And after all that, I still had it in me to make a simple dinner, unload the dishwasher, and tidy the kitchen.

It was complete and utter insanity. Just because I sat down whenever I felt myself getting more tired than I already was.

All this to say, take fucking breaks. It's time to unlearn the ceaseless productivity bullshit that capitalism has shoved down our throats. Its actively counterproductive. Just sit down. Drink some water. Rest your body when it needs to rest.

There will still be days where there is nothing to do but rest, and days where half a load of dishes is absolutely the most I can do. But this method has really helped me minimize those, which is so incredibly relieving.