#not my best milk box but yeah LOL

[gomzdrawfr]

Ghost In a Box 004

[sirthisisa-wendys]

please, any Mochi, Mucho, and/or Izana talk or content. ✨️P✨️L✨️E✨️A✨️S✨️E✨️

I beg. There is so little out there about them. It's depressing. Please, sir , could we have some more (of those 3)? We are so hungry and thirsty, and much aggrieved for it. 🥺

Yeah, this is something I can do tonight. Yes, it's all coming together... and I'm going to hell for this lol

Fresh Out: Kanji Mochizuki/ Yasuhiro Muto /Izana Kurokawa x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: office smut, oral, handjobs, blowjobs, edging, overstimulation, c*ck milking, you name it, we got it.

masterlist

Kanji "Mochi" Mochizuki

"Mochi..." Your fingers curl into a fist and knock on the professional's door. Mochi is in his chair, staring at the screen and solving what appears to be an unsolvable problem.

"What's going on, y/n?" Mochi asks distractedly, turning a little so he can see you walk into his office.

"We're out of creamer in the break room." Mochi turns away from his computer fully, his gaze trained on you. You look so upset, so desperate, but Mochi can't understand why you're in here and not complaining to the administrative assistant instead.

"I'm only IT," Mochi notes, gesturing at his computer. "Why don't you ask one of the interns to get some creamer for you?"

"My coffee will be cold by then." You pout, and Mochi sighs, feeling the urge to tell you "no" subside. Maybe he could do you this one favor. "I know you have the best creamer in here." His right hand slides up to wipe his face, but Mochi gets p anyways and moves towards the mini-fridge to reveal his secret stash.

"You can't tell anyone about this," he begins, opening the cold box with a grunt. "This is just a one-time thing. Do you want French vanilla or regular?"

"Ew." His eyes slide toward your figure, which is now leaning against the door, pressing it closed with a soft click. "I don't want that creamer."

"That's all I've got, princess," he quips, shutting the fridge door. "Looks like you'll have to drink it black."

"That's not what you told Annie last week." Mochi grips the door once more.

"I owed Annie a favor."

"You can do me one right now, and I'll owe you one next time." Mochi resists the devilish urge to take you up on the offer, but when you flip up your skirt and flash him - no underwear - Mochi forgets about the false show of genteel manners.

"You want it in the cup or in your mouth?"

"In my mouth. I'll wash it down with some coffee."

Mochi isn't sure why he's the hot item at the office, but as you bob up and down on his length and fondle your tits, he feels the masculine urge to not give a fuck crest.

"Fuck, just like that..." he whimpers, wrapping his fingers into your hair. "Suck a little harder, pumpkin." You apply as much pressure as you can, and he jerks, bucking into your mouth.

You gag slightly, drooling after Mochi's thrust as he stands up from his chair and holds your hair in one hand. He pistons his hips forward, touching the back of your throat with his tip. You make slurping noises and do things he's never felt a woman do to his cock before, and it coaxes his cream quickly.

"Yeah," Mochi moans, letting his cock throb angrily in your mouth as you swallow repeatedly. "Get every last drop." Once he finishes, you do as you said and wash his cum down with the coffee.

"Next time," you purr, wiping your mouth. "I'll ask you to give it to me straight, no chaser."

Yasuhiro "Mucho" Muto

"Mucho, are you listening?"

"I... Yeah," he grunts, trying to keep his composure in the group call. There's no video this time - thank God - but you're beneath his desk, on your knees, and sucking his cock roughly. If his boss wasn't so adamant about remote work, he would be totally fired.

Mucho mutes his mic and leans back to look at you. Your eyes are lidded - not quite shut - but it's obvious you're enjoying tormenting him.

"You seem to enjoy edging me."

"It keeps you sharp," you note, lips wrapped around his tip. "Keeps you alert for the sales pitch meeting."

Like hell they do. Mucho's found himself wired in front of clients, practically selling his own soul for a chance to cum inside of you if the sales went through. So now...

Mucho feels his muscles tighten. "Ah, ah..."

"Awww," you murmur under the table, changing from sucking him off to holding him by the balls. "Don't cum yet. It'll ruin the fun. I want to make a nice pie for you tonight. Do you think you can wait?"

Like hell I can. Mucho strains to hear anything besides your chiding voice, but when he comes down from his almost-high, he hears his name being mentioned in the work conversation.

"Alright, I'm going to make this sales pitch short and sweet so we can all get what we want." The hand around his cock shifts upward, and Mucho tries his best not to react. "I won't need any more than five minutes of your time."

"Mucho's fast and furious with his pitches," his boss notes with pride. "He's always been a man on a mission."

There's laughter, but no one knows Mucho's only mission is to drain his balls in your cunt tonight.

"Alright, gentleman, how about we turn to page three of the report?"

Izana Kurokawa

"One more orgasm for me... Then I'll let you get back to your duties."

Izana's earned this; he knows he's earned this milking for weeks. He's been nothing but the top performer in his field, the best person to have as a mentor, the best of the very best.

And you - his direct supervisor - knew it, too.

"You really worked hard this quarter, hm?" If anyone knew Izana - COO of your company - let you strap him to a contraption on the wall and blindfolded him while wringing his dick of every ounce of cum he produced that day, they'd never look at him the same way.

"I heard you gave your managers a nice... long break since they worked so hard."

"I did," Izana pants, working himself in your hand. He eases his hips back and forth, stimulating his prostate. "I worked so hard for you, y/n."

"I know you did, baby." You press your lips to his cockhead. Izana wants to moan as loud as he possibly can, but that would alert everyone to the things going on in your office. And the last guy that did that was quickly sacked and hasn't recovered.

You continue to stroke his cock with care, and Izana writhes back and forth, trying to fight off the sudden urge to cum and cover you with it, even though he couldn't see you. He'd already made a mess he'd have to clean up off of the carpet, but that would be after aftercare and cuddles and pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

He'd clean it up for you later.

"Are you going to cum for me?"

"Please," Izana croaks, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his face. "I want to cum for you."

"Cum for me..." Izana wants to; he desperately wants to tip over the edge one more time. "I know you want to," you hum, standing up and stroking his cock forcefully. "What if I let you cum in me?"

Izana cums so hard at the thought of even touching your pussy that he almost blacks out. His eyes roll into the back of his head, and you place a hand over his mouth as he lets go all over your plush thighs. He'd clean that up to, and with a joyful spirit. His tongue slaivates at the memory of cleaning your breasts after he came prematurely his first time. It tasted like heaven...

"That's a good boy... Ready for me to take you down?"

"Yes," Izana whimpers, parched and aching and needy. When you press the man against your chest, he exhales deeply, feeling the warmth of the love he thought he'd get from a mother figure. But alas, he's here with you, cumming to your tune.

"You did so good," you murmur, patting his head. "And you'll keep doing good for me."

"Yes," Izana breathes. "Yes, I will. Only for you."

[knight-princess]

Appreciation post for:

• Wererats. Fucked up little beasties. Do they turn into people on the full moon or did they used to be people, I can’t remember and Boorman certainly never explained. Look like roadkill and sincerely want to fuck you up. Two heads for some reason. Only appear once and are dope and real animatronics and everything I’m pretty sure

• “Chloe Allagash’s brave little man”, otherwise known just as Allagash. Insults extraordinaire. Spent like. ten years in a box pretending to be his best mate and was so committed to that bit he tried to sell it to his best mate’s other best mate and daughter. Gave up his life to fight trolls and save the gang. Hates olives. Iconic

• Madmartigan, who I spent far too long convinced was actually called Martigan and nicknamed “Mad” Martigan by all his mates. Also in a box when we meet him. Tries to feed roots to a newborn. Slays in pink. Souped up on the love potion, gains himself an enemies to lovers arc with the hot badass warrior queen

• Sorsha Tanthalos, said hot badass warrior, redemption arc speedrun, kiss in the middle of battle pro, stop listening to your evil mom and make your own choices queen. Pissed off that the dorky hot rogue confessed his undying love to her and it was just love potion. “‘I dwell in darkness without you’ and it went away???” Go off queen. You can fix that never fear. Dopest sword ever but also that would be so so sucky to get stabbed with because fuck that is a lot of serrations. Is it all that functional? Don’t know but it looks awesome. 10/10. Goes straight from being henchman to her evil mom to trying to run a whole kingdom, raise three kids and keep one of them from dying to fulfil the prophesy. Makes some dodgy decisions. Complains about it all to her (literal) captive audience. Saves her daughters life. Complicated queen

• Sorsha x Madmartigan. Enemies to lovers classic with all the fun twists. “Love her?!? I don’t love her! She kicked me in the face!” Oh you just wait buddy. Couple affirming kiss mid battle??? Oh fuck yeah, sign me the fuck up. “I dwell in darkness without you.” Wait. Was that foreshadowing

• Jade and Elora being besties. Unexpected and delightful. Elora calling her “J” nearly made me hit the cieling. You’re telling me they’ve got nicknames already??? Sign me the fuck up. I love it. Need more of it pls and thank you

• Lili of Cashmere. On the wyrms milk. Dresses like a Greek goddess. Known by the alias “the Crone” which she hates even tho she really is secretly a skeleton held together with goo and a love of drama (I’m reusing that description ok I enjoyed it too much the first time). Evil makeover specialist. A+ Lili I love you

• And last but not least, smart and sassy trolls. @lowkeyed1 is a lifesaver and provided me with the transcript for the episode bc I remembered they had some truly iconic lines but couldn’t for the life of me remember what they were. So we’ve got: “He’s not appealing, but he speaks his mind, and I suppose that’s something” of Sarris’s own brother. Of the Crone: “Is she the eldritch nightmare people make her out to be? Yes. But she has her positive qualities too.” Lol fair. The forever iconic “I deplore those who rouse rabble” and my personal favourite “yeah, cos when I said ‘I do’, what I really meant was ‘explain it to me like I’m an imbecile’.”

[fallowhearth]

26, 39, 50

26. Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties?

Yeah! I love cooking and baking. It's a bit up and down, whether I actually have the energy for it, but I'm on the up and up again atm.

For lunches I like making a big chopped salad, some favourites are: greek lentil salad (also good with chickpeas), spicy kale & chickpea, or variations of. My favourite weeknight dishes to make are tofu panang curry (which I make with coconut milk, because I like it that way), bean chile, posole, stir fries, veg vindaloo. If I'm trying to impress someone I'll make ramen from scratch.

Baking in general is my speciality by the standards of how often I post in the group chat begging my friends to take homemade cake, lol. I most look forward to lemon season, when the primary school down the road puts out boxes of lemons for the taking, and I make lemon tart.

Since I take too many glamour shots of my random food, I'll take the excuse to post them here:

39. What was the best part of your day today?

So, I'm really into slow fashion, right. I collect pieces from small brands who make clothes ethically, in natural fibres, in the histori-goth style I like. I've been waiting ages for an order from such a brand (not uncommon since it's sewn by one person) and I received it yesterday. This is all a preamble to say, I was so happy with the shirt I bought that I wore it to the office today. It's inspired by 18th century menswear and I love it so much.

50. Describe your perfect sleeping conditions

Cold. I want to be properly snuggled under my doona. Not so cold I have to wear merino thermals to bed though. One extra pillow for cuddling, one under my leg. Pitch black. Soothing rain.

[liauditore]

LIAU MY BELOVED

ask game question

Jimmy x Martyn

:D

romeo asking for mirror birds in MY ask box?!!?!??!?!?! (i know u pref mirror birds but solidwood is too funny im so sorry)

ah yeah. these losers.

see, a lot of my thoughts surrounding these two would kind of spoil my own AU that i never make stuff for so im usually somewhat hesitant to talk about them but basically., (toxic!fh mention)

post-evo divorced property police is so real. ive always imagined it as a childhood friends situation, with martyn being a bit older than jimmy.

they probably caught feelings for eachother fairly late and already well into teenhood but neither of them were really sure what it was (this is maybe going a little bit into sexuality hc territory but ive always imagined jimmy as whatever the male equivalent of a useless lesbian is and martyns biphobic towards himself lmao).

i touched on this briefly in that one fic i wrote but i've always headcanoned martyn as being somewhat parentified and thus ties his worthiness to be loved into his ability to perform acts of service for someone rather than just.. existing and letting himself be loved.

so as jimmy became more independent, martyn becomes a bit more insecure about their friendship. this becomes a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy as he distances himself from jimmy, feeling like jimmy wouldn't love him if he didn't Need him, and jimmy in return feels confused and hurt as he helplessly watches someone he knew all his life drift away.

that + jimmy has this not-so-subtle crush on scott that martyn's always suspected. he's a jealous bitch.

The storm formed after a final sip, my fingertips frozen solid, I pretend that again I can see, you past the rails, ready to meet And I wonder is it too much to ask, to once more, hold you warm in my hands? To accept I can’t forget, and embrace what still fails to fade?

Milk Tea (Oktavia's translyrics) (because I wasn't kidding when I said these two were cheesy yuri to me lmao)

we had a clown to clown communication moment i think cus I also love the idea of them splitting up and meeting in Third Life years and years later (altho i like to imagine it as more of a voluntary separation).

some stuff copy+pasted from that cursed shipping doc i mentioned awhile back: ((scott + jimmy became a thing while martyn was gone pre-3L))

Now reuniting in 3L as fully grown adults after years apart, all those suppressed emotions come bubbling back up to the surface. An adult Martyn is much less unsure about what he's feeling and Jimmy still has those fantasies of what could have been playing on loop in his head. Of course, Jimmy is still attached to Scott and can't abandon his Bethrothed. He loves and knows what's best for him, he would sooner die than forsake his loyalty. But it does hurt when he hits him. Martyn still cares for Jimmy deeply, whether he wants to or not. He takes the time to keep an eye out for him, even though they had no real reason to interact anymore. He becomes one of the only people to realise what Scott was like with him, how devoid of love it all was. He throws out a line, offers to help him run away. Jimmy refuses. Betrayal. A second time. For the same man. Who cares about Jimmy anyway? (he always did take me for granted)

(a little note here before anyone sets me on fire - time works a bit differently in my writing and the players don't have exact ages but jimmy and martyn's age gap is probably not as dramatic as their cc counterparts)

(it's still there but neither of them even recognise their feelings as remotely romantic until they reunite as adults, as kids it's all just them being silly and having grade school drama with each other)

So uh yeah lots of mutual pining and suppressed feelings and puppy love turned angst👍 tis all i shall say cus i wanna make art of the rest lol

Just a second to lessen the ache, or minute to kiss it away I’d give all I have for the chance to go back to youth and you

[bisexualnamjoonie]

I'm sorry I need to get it out of my system but I feel like I'm the only one thinking the MV was fun but the whole song was boring. I LOVE JK but the whole concept was... meh. And the worst part is that my friends truly think it's because "oh, Theo, you hate when something is not queer coded" lol but it's not even that. It's just that I don't think the whole thing is... good? And it's terrible to be an Army sometimes because I feel like I can't give a honest opinion about it.

don't apologise op! you have a right to your opinions and my ask box is always open when you need to voice them 💞

i totally agree with you, the MV was fun - even though the whole concept is honestly fucked up and the only reason nobody talks about how jk is actually being a stalker is because, let's face it, it's jk and no criticisms can be made when it comes to him - but the song is just. yeah. it lacks intent, it lacks passion, it's a generic pop song written by straight white men for the most part that i just. can't relate with.

the main problem, i think, is when you like BTS first and foremost for the depth of their music, for the musical indentity they built, you simply cannot get behind most of jks solos cause, as i said before, they're not made to be good pop songs but to be products to be sold, music that will trend on tik tok and do well on the radio. hybe honestly works mainly on jks popularity, which has nothing to do with the quality of his music, cause they're desperate for those #1 songs.

in the end, jk has no musical identity. of the few solos we have of him only a few were written with or by him (and those are his best ones!), or with an intent behind them, the idea that they'd be made to be performed by that boy (basically the solos RM wrote for him). the rest are just. yeah. unmemorable (i am not sorry to say that dreamer is frankly not a good song and did not deserve the hype it got. which was short lived btw and only existed bc it was jk performing it lmao).

RM has been outspoken about BTS losing their musical identity to the pressure of being popular in the US since dynamite. those eras and songs largely favoured vocal line, especially maknae line, for reasons that had nothing to do with their musical talent.

I would have loved to discover jk as an artist. I love good pop music, so that's not the problem here. this song is just not it. he's staying in his role of performer, and hybe is just milking his popularity so they can make the most money out of it while armys that pretend to be ot7 give him more support for an average song than they ever showed for hobi or RM when their albums came out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[mousemannation]

thank u for the tag @clayvedevs :333

a little get to know me tag game!

1. Do you make your bed?

... no but in my defence i have a loft bed so its very difficult to do

2. Favourite number?

hmm 3, 4 and 7 r my favourite digits. im a big fan of i hashtag complex numbers. grahams number and tree(3) r fun, oh -1/12 is a classic, pi as well... gosh so sorry i am a mathspilled nerd so,,,

3. What's your job?

never had one hashtag disabled

4. If you could go back to school, would you?

i never finished high school and i have thought about trying (for the like fourth time) to get a hsc (high school certificate, there r ways to get an equivalent qualification for mature age students) but idk. im at TAFE for fashion/costume and i dont really need an hsc for that. i have thought about eventually going to uni for maths though, and i would definitely have to take an entrance exam for that since i dont have an hsc. i do qualify for loads of exceptions though so its not all losses (yay disability?)

5. Can you parallel park?

never tried (have driven a total of 8 hours)

6. Do you think aliens are real?

in some form, yeah

7. Can you drive a manual car?

see q5 (no)

8. Guilty pleasure?

hmm... i believe cringe is dead and i also do/interact with surprisingly little.. i guess maybe like blind boxes? i dont get them often but theyre so expensive so i do feel guilty every time i see a kirby one and cant resist.

9. Tattoos?

nay, although now that all my friends are getting them i have been thinking about it. its not like. really on the cards bc i cant make decisions for the life of me but if i could id be so basic and get an ouroboros. and probably a guinea pig.

10. Favourite colour?

sage green, marone

11. Favourite type of music?

i'll listen to most kinds of music but i definitely gravitate to like emo, post hardcore, rock- that sort of thing

12. Do you like puzzles?

like jigsaw puzzles or? i mean i like jigsaws and i also like other kinds of puzzles. always my go to genre of game. riddles and cryptic crosswords and escape rooms my beloved

13. Any phobias?

hmm well ive got social anxiety disorder but other than that i dont think so?

14. Favourite childhood sport?

i deliberately was on every sports team in primary school at least once (except cricket lol) bc i actually did enjoy sports, but the aforementioned anxiety disorder made actually pursuing that difficult. i also did dance, gymnastics, acrobatics and trampolining at some point during childhood. i do miss acro, that was the last extracurricular i did before i got mucho depressed and my life basically stopped circa 2016. the only sport ive ever followed as a fan is tennis!

15. Do you talk to yourself?

yes lol mostly in my head but also out loud sometimes. born to be a yapper fr

16. Tea or coffee?

im a tea truther (earl grey with soy milk !!!!) and also a bubble tea fiend, BUT i will fuck up a mocha (or an iced coffee with enough milk and sugar to cover the bitterness)

17. First thing you wanted to be when growing up?

i was a veritable horse girl from a VERY young age so probably something related to horses?? like a showjumper maybe.

18. What movies do you adore?

love a good (or laughably bad) horror movie. a cure for wellness, orphan, killing of a sacred deer r all movies gave 5 stars. also love a good children's animated movie! unironically a big fan of the secret life of pets movies, ferdinand, that sort of thing. g-force remains the best movie of all time.

i am tagging: @soronya @tennis-kittens @nick-cassidy @shapovalovvs :33

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #206

Do you like hot chocolate? Yeah, especially when made with milk.

Who was the last person to promise you something, and what was it? shrug

Who is someone you’ve made a bad first impression on? I dunno.

Who is your best guy friend? My boyfriend, but idk if he counts 'cuz like, of course he's my best friend.

Do you think walruses are cute? lol I do

Do you read cereal boxes while you’re eating? No.

What’s the last thing you accidentally (or purposely) burnt? Uhhh good question. I don't cook or anything, so...

Have you ever given birth? Nope, never plan to. Even in the wild world where I have a child, I'd almost certainly have a c-section. I cannot handle abdominal pain, it's the pain I tolerate the absolute worst. I also panic too much for labor to go even remotely well.

Do you enjoy making out? If I'm in the mood to.

What’s your favorite food to put ketchup on? Ummm probably chicken nuggets.

Do you know anyone who works in a laboratory? I might, but I'm not aware of this.

What was the very first social media site you signed up for? MySpace.

Can you see yourself marrying your current partner? (if you have a partner) I can easily envision this and I hope it happens. But if it doesn't, I'll survive.

Do you have commitment issues? Not at all, this is an issue I've thankfully never dealt with.

Are there any flowers planted outside your house? No. Well, not planted by us, because on one side of the house, there's a line of azalea bushes that blooms yearly.

Does anyone in your family smoke? I know my dad and his wife do. Realistically, I'm sure there's more.

What’s an opinion you find impossible to take seriously? Dinosaurs never existing. I try to be very tolerant of this sorta stuff, opinions that really don't matter, but no, you're just fucking ignorant if you say anything like fossils being a scam from Satan or whatthefuckever. My half-sister's husband is one of these people and he's a fuckin lunatic.

What is the highest name-brand thing you own? Hell if I know. Nothing pricey.

What are you scared to death of? Parasites, especially internal ones.

Where is your favorite place to go out to eat? The Cheesecake Factory.

What is one thing that you constantly think about (other than material things)? The future.

Does your job allow visible tattoos? I'm unemployed, and call it petty, but I wouldn't work anywhere that didn't allow tattoos. My job isn't keeping me from decorating my body in ways that make me enjoy my body more.

What Hogwarts House are you in? ew, the invention of a violent transphobe

Do you delete people from Facebook if their views are vastly different than yours? This depends on how verbal you are about it, really. I have no shame in this; if seeing your bullshit beliefs adds even a moment of "bleh" to my day, bye, I don't want to follow you. Social media is meant to be fun, and I've gotten much more serious about making my social media experiences truly enjoyable. That's what it's meant for. It's not meant to annoy me.

What are three things you have been a victim of? Poverty, I'm sure sexism at some point (what woman hasn't, let's be real), and fat-shaming.

What is your passion? Nature; wildlife and habitat conservation and education probably top the list. Also devillainizing reptiles and arachnids. Photography, of course, with nature being my favorite focus.

Are you dating someone? Yeah, he's the dopest.

Does your first crush know you liked them? He probably had an inkling.

Have you been bullied? I'm VERY grateful that I've never been properly bullied. Sure, I've had people be mean to me, but not chronically or anything.

Do you still cross paths with your first crush ever? No, I removed him from my Facebook for religious fanaticism/shaming non-believers. He got some royal shit for that post, but I didn't hang around to see it all.

Who are some of the most selfish people you have ever met? Colleen, somehow a former best friend, is easily the most selfish person I've ever met. She was so needlessly mean to people. One of her most unattractive traits was her "let me talk to the manager" tendency, like she was so rude to people who worked with the public, and for ZERO reason. Where I am now, I'm ashamed that I ever let my loneliness warrant our friendship, we were nothing alike, and never were.

Have you ever seen a spirit/ghost/shadowy figure, etc.? I've absolutely seen something that was not normal.

Do you have regrets? I do.

Do you have an ex-friend that you miss? There are multiple.

What is something a lot of people like but you don’t? Pie.

How many people have you kissed? Four.

How many of those people are you still friends with? I'm dating one; he's the only one I'm still "friends" with.

Where did you go, the last time you left your house? I went to see my psychiatrist.

Who has the nicest singing voice, that you know personally? Girt.

Are you afraid to sing in front of people? Yes.

Do you enjoy the presence of children? Eh, sometimes. I have to be in the mood to deal with them. I never really enjoy the presence of random children I have no bond with.

Do you know anyone who has changed their first name? Yeah, I've a number of trans friends.

What was the last necklace you wore? I think it was a silver one with a meerkat charm? I hate that I can't wear it all the time, I'm just allergic to the material; it turns my skin green and itchy.

What was the last carbonated drink you had? Mountain Dew.

Does anyone in your family have schizophrenia? My half-sister Tiffany that I've never met.

What was your favorite book you ever read for a school assignment? The Outsiders and The Handmaid's Tale.

Have you ever been in an abandoned house? Yes. My sister and our childhood neighbor used to play on the property; there was an almost entirely dilapidated shack where we spent most of our time, and then there was also two other buildings that more accurately resembled proper houses, but we were ballsy enough to only go into one, the smaller one that was more like a shed. It didn't have rooms, it was just a large square, and FULL of newspapers and other miscellaneous stuff. Eventually, after a streak of spending days there playing and exploring, a neighboring old lady eventually warned us to stay away because it wasn't safe, and we were never brave enough to go back lmao.

Do you have any plans for tomorrow? Yes, it's my sister's birthday and we're going out to dinner.

Do you like cucumber? As much as I can like a vegetable, lol. I love cucumbers with vinegar, though.

What’s the last sitcom you watched? Young Sheldon, probably.

What was the last thing you wrote down in the notes app on your phone? I wanna say a drawing idea. Or a gift idea for Girt.

Do you still have Facebook? If so, how often do you check it? Yeah, I check it daily.

How many times in your life have you been in love? Twice.

Do you like your name? I do, actually.

Do you know anyone who had to have tubes put in their ears as a baby? Yeah, me.

Were either of your parents baptized? There is absolutely zero chance my mom wasn't (her mom was a raging Catholic), but I have no idea about my dad.

The last concert that you were at, was there a mosh pit? No, it was a pretty small gig. Nearly no one in eastern NC is going to a classic rock concert.

Has anyone killed one of your pets before? In my childhood, we had cats run over by cars, but I'm sure that wasn't intentional. I would at least hope not.

Does your bathroom have a theme to it? No.

Are any rooms in your house themed? No. I WANT to give my bedroom a nature theme, but it's a very slow process since I've had to buy new decor and we're poor.

When you are eating fast food, do you tend to get burgers or chicken? Usually burgers, sometimes chicken tenders. It depends on the restaurant; I have different go-tos depending on the location.

If you were to join one of the armed forces, which would it be? *points at the "I'd rather be served rat poison than serve this country" meme*

Have you ever been to see stand up comedy? No. It'd be nice to go at least once, though, to see someone I enjoy. I like stand-up.

Do you believe there used to be dragons? No. Sadly, lol.

Who’s your favorite god from ancient history? I'm not sure, my mythology class was waaaaaaaay too long ago, lol.

What was the last present you received? Our family friend Tobey gave me a bag of Twinkies for Easter, lol.

Could you ever have an affair with a married person? Big no, I ain't fuckin with that kinda stuff.

When was the last time you climbed a tree? I've actually never done this. My childhood home only involved pine trees, and most trees in this area ARE pine trees, and you can't just climb those, the branches are far too high.

Are you cool with swimming in a lake? I was fine with it as a kid, but now as an adult that's aware of risks that come with that, I feel like it would depend on the lake and also how I felt at that moment.

Do you listen to any talk shows or podcasts? No. I've tried podcasts a few times, I just can't get into them.

Are you waiting to have sex until you’re married? No.

Do you believe the Holocaust happened? Y'know, I don't consider myself the smartest, but I damn sure am intelligent enough to know the Holocaust was very real and should never, ever happen again. I had the absolute privilege to listen to a survivor's story in high school.

Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? NO. I've done this only twice (once very against my will) and did not like it. The second time I had to suppress an anxiety attack.

Are you waiting for something to arrive in the mail? No.

Do you like coconut flavored things? Very rarely. It can't be a high concentration.

Have you ever met a famous author before? No.

[TW: RAPE] Do you know anybody who has been raped before? Yes.

List all the stores you’ve been in this past month. I think just a dollar store. I ride with Mom when she picks up her Walmart orders, but we don't go in, it's brought out to us.

Does/did either of your parents serve in the military? No.

Do you like sour candy? Yes, I love sour candy.

Do you like McDonalds? I feel like I'm the only adult that genuinely enjoys McD's lmao

Do you have a Steam account? I do.

What do you think of Fifty Shades of Grey? Never read the book, never seen the movie, completely disinterested in doing either.

Do you swear in front of children? No. I don't believe in "bad" words (save for things like racial slurs and stuff that were completely made to be hateful towards certain groups), but I also don't at all think it's a good idea to encourage children to throw around profanity willy-nilly. They're kids, they're not going to understand when and where it's just not appropriate.

Have you ever had an STD? No.

What do you hear right now? I'm having a paranormal investigation videos binge, I've been watching OVERNIGHT shit for days lol.

Have you ever been ice skating? No.

How many pillows do you sleep with? Two.

What’s the worst thing you have ever done? I consider it to be telling Jason no one could ever love him like I did. I DID genuinely believe this, I didn't INTEND it to be manipulative, but it absolutely, factually was, and I'm permanently humiliated that I ever did such a thing. I don't even like sharing it, it's disgusting.

Have you been to an escape room? Was it a success? No, but they sound very fun.

Ever performed on stage? Was it scary or amazing or both? Yeah, many times for dance recitals and competitions. It was really neither for me. I was always a bit nervous, sure, but I never performed alone and the anxiety wasn't overwhelming.

What was the last animal/pet that you met? Shadow, Girt's cat that has 1,000% become his child. He just showed up on his porch on a rainy day, and initially he didn't intend on keeping him, but he sure did and he's completely obsessed with him, it's adorable. Apparently Shadow is his first truly personal pet, and it shows.

[clockworkspider]

3, 13, 32, 59?

For the ask 👉👈

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

So it depends on whether i'm trying to write a fic or if the fic's trying to get me to write it.

Once in a blue moon, an inspiration will struck, and it'll just bounce in my brain and expand and then i'll have the whole scene playing in my mind on loop and it won't leave until I write it. Normally this is gonna be really good. These little wishes and Changeling are inspiration fics, and are probably the best ones I have recently.

If I have SOME inspiration and wanna write a longer thing for it (multiple scenes lol), but already have a few semi-solid scenes or ideas, then I really gotta talk through it with a friend for it to gain form. (What i'm trying to achieve for Vampire AU. Thank you for letting me bounce things off you.)

If I wanna write but has no motivation or ideas, then I generally ask for prompts. And like... it has to be prompts through the ask box or a comment, not through a challenge. Cause I'll be perfectly honest that knowing at least ONE person will read the writing is enough motivation for me. Cause like... when I have a solid inspiration I know it'll be good, I'm writing for myself. But when I am trying to milk an idea or squeeze water out of a rock I never know if it'll end up good, you know. And if I don't feel like there's a single specific person I'm writing for then I am not as motivated... So then i'll try to marinate on the prompt while walking or falling asleep. Just... keeping it in the back of my mind for a while. And most of the time nothing comes of it these days (it use to be so easy, I use to be able to write something for every prompt, but now my brain is like 'no writing unless you know it'd be decent!' and I'm cursed). But sometimes things come out of it! And it ends up good! I found you was written that way and I'm rather proud of it.

But yeah that's the process.

Mostly it involves staring at the cieling hallucinating a lot. Rambling about characterization and complaining about the characters I'm writing.

13. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

Um. I have a hard time following tips.

Oh, the laws of "omit needless words" and "diction" are two tips that I deeply internalized and trained myself to do, and is actively fighting AGAINST whenever I'm writing enstars fic. I'm like "no minimalism, clock, you gotta let it all out, otherwise it'd be OOC!"

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

Umm... Well I can definitely list my friends again, I think ehyde, greymantleish and kaz knows I love them but we actually haven't been in the same fandom for a while, so I'll go by most recently read.

But i'll go by order of last read. It'd be ivoryandhorn, who write some super great IbaNagi.

4dmemedoggy, who writes really good ibayuzu. (In Chinese, tho.)

And asagiri, also an ibanagi writer.

59. Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

They literally all know. Except my current co-workers. I don't think I've told many of them because we don't talk much.

[scarisd3ad]

The grabbed | vance hopper x f!reader

Chapter three

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This chapter has a tad bit of Bruce x reader in it as well lol

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                                         4 days

It was A Tuesday. I had woken up late so I was scrambling around my room. Taking one last look at myself in the bathroom mirror I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and stepped out. I walked into the kitchen. Sitting at the table was albert with a newspaper in hand, and my dad slurping up cereal out of a bowl. "Hi daddy" I said as I walked towards the cabinets. He didn't answer he just smiled down at his bowl. I stood up on my tiptoes as I grabbed a bowl. I then grabbed the box of lucky charms that sat pushed up against the backsplash. I poured some into my bowl before walking over to the fridge. I grabbed the gallon of milk lugging it back over to the counter.

I poured some into my bowl before lugging it back over the the fridge. I shut the fridge door and walked over to the silverware drawer. I grabbed a spoon and stuck it into my bowl. I carefully grabbed the bowl with both of my hands and walked over to the table. I placed the bowl down and then sat down. Scooting the chair about an inch away from Albert subconsciously. Albert lowered his newspaper and smirked. He was psychotic. I scooped up the marshmallows out of my bowl first, the best part of lucky charms in my opinion but Bruce says different. (It's probably because his a weirdo though) "your mom.." dad said his mouth full of cereal "she wants you to go over to hers later today" I shook my head quickly "nuh uh..I need to stay here" I said a bit to harsh. Dad's eyebrows furrowed together "why?.."

"Bruce and I...he's coming over later" I said. Dad nodded slowly as he placed a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. "Ive..I've gotta go" i muttered as I picked my bowl up and walked over to the sink. I placed the bowl inside before running back off to my room. I grabbed up my backpack slinging it over my shoulder before running back out.

"Bye daddy! Love you!" I said as I ran out of the house. I sped walked towards Bruce's street. I couldn't wait to see him. He was my best friend. As I turned the corner to his street I saw him standing next to the street sign. His jet black hair was styled to perfection no wonder all the girls had a crush on him. (To be honest so did I but you can't tell him that.) his hands were stuck into his pockets as he swayed slightly. "We're the hell were you yesterday?" He asked I giggled and rolled my eyes "nice to see you too Bruce" I said as I hugged him. He chuckled wrapped around my torso. "So you going to my baseball game this weekend?" He asked as we parted. I shrugged my shoulders "dunno..only if you promise you'll win" I said a smile on my face. "Of course I'll win" he said his ego really showing through. I laughed as we began to cross the street, "you missed Mrs. Thompsons math quiz yesterday" he said. "Was it hard?" I asked. He shook his head as he ran his hands through his hair. "Nope real easy" I ran my fingers along the metal fence that lined the bakers front yard. "Bruce can you come over later?" I whispered. He nodded "yeah sure..after I walk Amy home though."

Bruce was the best friend I'd ever had. He'd do anything for me. I'm sure if I asked him he'd help vance and I kill Albert but I didn't want to bring him into this. Not now not ever. I couldn't have him getting hurt. I think...I think I loved Bruce. But I couldn't really tell I was fourteen. I barely knew what love was. I thought he was my soulmate platonically though. I just felt like we were always destined to be friends.

"Bruce..do you believe in soulmates?" I asked, he shrugged his shoulders. My feet dragged against the sidewalk making a scrapping noise as it did so. "I dunno why?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders "dunno" I whispered. My fingers began to turn red from constantly hitting the fence. I pulled my fingers away as I felt my fingers hit a piece of paper. I came to a stop turning my head to see Vance's missing poster. I had seen Vance's mom a handful of times. The first time was when he first went missing. She stood outside of the school everyday waiting to see him. Poor woman. Then a couple times when she'd stop by the house asking if we'd seen him around. She loved vance a lot. I heard it was just the two of them since his dad left when he was two. I felt bad. I always did.

"You think theyll find him?" Bruce said. I shrugged my shoulders staring down at the paper. "I think he's dead" Bruce said. I shook my head "no..I don't think so" I whispered. He wasn't dead he was in my fucking basement. "Let's go we're gonna be late" he said grabbing my hand and pulling it along. Everytime Bruce touched me it just felt like a bunch of butterflies just went rampant in my tummy.

Once we got to the school it was about 7:15. Our fingers were still laced together "hi Bruce" two popular girls said with a giggle as they walked up to us. Bruce instantly dropped my hand. Something inside me made my heart drop. It just hurt my feelings a tad bit. "Hi Stacy" he chuckled his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. "I'll see you later Bruce" i muttered before walking towards the front door. My locker was near the front door which was kind of lucky and not at the same time. I unlocked my locker and began to grab my things for first period.

"Hey" I looked up to see Finney Blake. His locker was right next to mine. He was about a year younger than me. He also had a little sister named Gwen. She followed behind him as he walked up to his locker. "Bye Finney!"she shouted she began to walk away. "Hey Finn, how's it goin'?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders "good..I guess" he mumbled. "Well I'll see you after first" I said as I pressed my books against my chest. My first period was math, which was actually the worst. God I hated it. The only good thing about the class was that I sat next to Bruce. I walked towards my class, definitely no pep in my step. I didn't want to be there, no one wanted to be there. As I walked into the classroom I sent the teacher a rather fake smile as she also gave me one. I walked towards my seat where I saw that Bruce was already there. Turned around talking to Stacy Becker. I sat down placing my books down on the table.

"-So yeah that's how it happened" Bruce chuckled. Stacy laughed "oh my gosh Bruce you're so funny" maybe a little to hard. It gave me a little bit of second hand embarrassment. "It wasn't that funny" her friend whispered to her harshly. "Yes it was" she said back rolling her eyes and huffing. "Here I did the homework from yesterday for you" he whispered handing me a piece of paper. The entire page done with his best version on my handwriting. I smiled, he was actually the best. "Thanks you're the best Bruce" I whispered back.

-

Bruce, Amy, and I all were walking home from school. Amy was Gwen's age, around eleven or twelve I didn't really know. She walked on the edge closer to the house's while Bruce and I walked on the side closer to the street. "So why do you need me to come over?" Bruce asked his arm slung over my shoulder. "I needed an exuse to not go over to my moms" I said. "You don't want to go to you're moms since when?" Bruce chuckled. "Since I found something" i muttered at a volume I thought Bruce couldn't hear. "What'd you find?" Bruce's eyebrows furrowed together. I stopped "nothing!...i mean something yeah...but I can't tell you!" Bruce also stopped turning towards me his an eyebrow quirked up. "Am's stop for a second" he said. Amy slowed down groaning. She wanted to go home and play with her dolls. "What'd you find?" He said slowly. I shook my head "I can't tell you...yet...but you'll find out."

Bruce rolled his eyes "why are you acting so weird" he muttered before turning around and continuing to walk. I stood there for a second my arms crossed over my chest. I wanted to tell Bruce I didn't like keeping a big secret like this from him. But it could hurt him. I quickly caught up to the siblings taking my place next to Bruce once again. "You think the grabbers real?" Amy asked as she pointed to Vance's missing poster. Bruce and I both nodded "of course he's real who would be taking them" Bruce said rolling his eyes.

As we turned down Bruce's street Amy ran full speed towards their house. Bruce rolled his eyes, "she's crazy" he chuckled. "Yeah" I laughed awkwardly, Bruce sped up trying to catch up with his sister. Leaving me walking slowly towards the yamada residence. I didn't have to worry about walking alone anymore. I knew who the grabber was now.

"Hurry the hell up! The grabber's going to get your ass!" Bruce shouted as he laughed. I rolled my eyes and then began to sprint towards him. I panted say I Finally came to a slow stop next to Bruce. "You're so slow" Bruce giggled as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Am not" I Said scrunching up my nose, "sureee, sureee" he laughed.

We walked up to the yamada residence, the front door was wide opened probably Amy's doing. Bruce slipped off his shoes and began to walk into the house. "You comin' in?" He asked I shook my head and walked over to the porch swing sitting down. Slowly swinging back and forth listening to Bruce talking inside of the house.

Just about five minutes later both Bruce and Mrs. yamada walked out. She had about midium length jet black hair just like Bruce. He was almost a spitting image of his mom. "Hi y/n how are you?" She said as she sat down next to me as Bruce put his shoes back on. "Good..yeah I'm doing good" I said softly. "Good..good."

"Come on y/n...I'll be back later love you mom" Bruce said as he started down the porch steps. I stood up waving goodbye to Mrs. yamada before following after Bruce. Bruce wrapped his arm around my shoulder yet again. "Are you actually gonna tell me what you found?" Bruce asked. "Later" I whispered "if I tell you now you...you could get hurt." His eyebrows furrowed together "what do you mean I'm gonna get hurt?"

"Just believe me bruce you'll get really hurt I could get hurt if I tell you." He unwrapped his arm from around me as he came to a stop. He turned towards me looking me in the eyes. "Y/n..is someone hurting you..is it moose? I'll be-" I cut him off grabbing his hand. "No..no it's not moose I promise. Let's just keep going" I said dragging him along.

-

We had finally made it to my house. I sighed relieved that I didn't see my dads, or Alberts car in the drive way. I fished the house key out of my pocket and unlocked the front door. The moment the door opened Samson began to bark his head off running towards the door. "Samson!" I shouted shooing him away from the door. Bruce followed behind me as I lead him to my room. I dropped my backpack down beside my door as i turned on the lights. "I've gotta go check on something I'll be back" I said as I quickly walked out of my room and into the kitchen. I opened up the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. I then proceeded to the pantry and quickly grabbed a bag of chips before peaking down the stairwell to the basement. It was closed, i placed the water and chips down on the ground and I sighed as I dug through my pocket. I quickly found the key for the basement and started down the Stairs. I pushed the key into the lock and twisted until I heard a click. I grabbed onto the door handle and pulled. I pulled and pulled until I heard the door crack open finally sighing in relief. My hands burned as I pulled them away from the door. Wiping them on my pants I winced. "Y/n?" I heard Vance call out from the other side. I never told him my name. How did he know my name. It was a small town but..he didn't seem to know my name the first time I saw him. "Yeah it's me" I said as I pushed past the door and into the basement. Vance was still sitting on the mattress like every other time I had saw him. His blonde hair even more messier than it was the last time I saw him. His cheeks were tear stained and it seemed as there were even more welts and bruises on his body. "I got you these" I said as I walked towards him.

I handed him the water and chips, "I can't be down here long...my friends here" I said as I sat next to him. "Did you get the stuff?" I shook my head "I'm gonna get them later" I replied. He nodded his head then slowly leaned down onto my shoulder. He sighed "I'm so goddamn tired" he groaned his eyes slowly closing. My body froze, my heart stopped. Why was I feeling like this? I was just helping him escape. He just needed comfort.

"Y/N! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!" Bruce shouted from upstairs. "Shit! Vance I've gotta go!" I said as I scrambled to my feet and sprinted towards the door. I closed the door behind me and locked it before running back up the stairs. "I'm right here" I said panting. My heart was beating a mile a minute, my hands pressed against my face pushing my hair out of my face. "Come on I thought we were gonna hang out" Bruce said his signature cool guy smile on his face. I smiled up at him nodding "yeah...yeah sure" he grabbed my hand pulling me back into my room.

-

"Bruce!!" I giggled as I pushed him away from me. He stared at me a soft smile on his face as he chuckled. He laid back down next to me, "you know how you asked about soulmates earlier?" He asked I nodded turning so I could look him in the eye. "I think I do believe in soulmates" he whispered. "Yeah?" I mumbled back "yeah" he replied pushing a piece of my hair behind my ear. "I think you're my soulmate" my breath hitched as my cheeks burned. "Really?"

"Mhm I think..I think we were just supposed to meet each other" he said softly. I nodded as he grabbed my hand, "I thin-"

"Y/nnnn! You home!" Albert shouted in a sing song voice, as I heard the front door open. I jumped back "I think you should go now" i muttered as I stood up. Bruce furrowed his eyebrows together "what do you mean? It's just your uncle."

"I think you should go now." I said a bit harsher just to get my point across. "Okay, well can your uncle take me home? It's getting dark out" I shook my head quickly. I couldn't..I wouldn't let Bruce be in the same car with Albert without me. He could do something to him, hurt him just to punish me. "I'll walk with you." Bruce furrowed his eyebrows together as he sat up on the edge of my bed. "Y/n what about the grabber?"

"I'll be fine! Just trust me okay?" I said whispering the last bit.

"What are you two doing?" Albert said opening up the door as fast as he could promptly scaring the living shit out of me. Holding my hand over my heart I said "I was just about to walk him home." I then bent over grabbing my shoes. "I can drive hi-"

"I've got it" I said cutting him off. Albert rolled his eyes and closed the door. I walked back over to my bed and began to slip my shoes back on. "Why are you acting so weird?"

"Im not acting weird" I said as I tied my shoe laces. "Yeah you are..what's going on y/n? I thought we told each other everything" Bruce said as he stood up also grabbing his shoes. "I can't Bruce I already told you" I whispered, "but..we're best friends! You've gotta tell me what's bothering you" I shook my head crossing my arms over my chest. "Can't Bruce..I can't..I can't let you get hurt."

He rolled his eyes "seriously y/n/n? I'm not gonna get hurt." He said sitting down next to me. He began to put on his shoes. "If he hears me tell you..he'll hurt me and probably you too" I said in a hushed tone so Albert 100% couldn't hear me. "Who? Who's gonna hurt you?" I moved my eyes and face so it seemed like I was referring to Albert. "Albert?" I quickly covered his mouth. "Shut up, let's just go" I said standing up. Bruce followed shortly behind grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.

When we walked out into the main living area Albert was no where to be seen. He must've been down there with Vance. "Let's go" i said grabbing Bruce's hand and leading him out of the house as fast as I possibly could.

After a rather long, quiet walk we arrived at Bruce's house. Despite the awkwardness of the entire walk he never let go of my hand. Even when I had tried to let go, he kept his hand in mine caressing the top of it with his thumb. "I'll see you later" I mumbled as Bruce let go of my hand. "I can have my mom drop you off...I don't want anything to happen to you" I shook my head. "No I'm fine." I muttered before turning around "I'll see you later" I said again as I began to walk. "Yeah" I heard him mumble as I got farther and farther away. As I turned the corner I saw a familiar black van parked next to the stop sign at the end of the street. "God dammit" I muttered as I began to walk faster. Hoping and praying he wouldn't see me if I walked as fast as I could.

Unfortunately right as I walked past the window I heard the engine start up and the window began to roll down. "Get in the car" I heard him say. I refused to look up. I just walked as fast as I could across the street. His van followed behind me. "Get in the fucking car y/n..it's not safe" he said with a chuckle. I shook my head before I began to sprint. I heard his car speed up behind me. I crossed my fingers hoping I'd be able to get across the next crosswalk without anything bad happened. Just as I was about to cross the street again his car speed up infront of me turning the corner and stopped. I didn't have anytime to slow down, or stop.

BAM!

I slammed right into the car. Falling straight back down onto the concrete hitting my head. "Ouch" I muttered as I pressed my hand against my temp. Immediately I felt the warm sensation of blood running down my face, and cheeks. Then the sound of the car door opening and shutting, god I was dead meat. "Should've listened" he kneeled down next to me I could now see the belt he held in his hand. "I thought you were smarter than that...oh well" he said, raising the belt above his head. I whimpered begging him not to, "please don't" I cried out. Then he brought down the belt the sound of my skin against the leather made a horrific cracking sound. Silent sobs, 29 he struck the belt down onto me 29 times. The entire time I didn't even let out a moan of distress nothing just silent tears streaming down my face.

He then scooped me up and placed me into the passenger seat of his van. I was half awake, barely even conscious enough to understand what he was saying. All I could feel was the sting against my skin. My entire body was throbbing, blood was still trickling down my cheek.

"What is you're poor daddy gonna think when you go missing too"

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Wineless

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: What do you do when you’re out of whiskey and there’s a fancy bottle of wine lying around, which belongs to your girlfriend who just so happens to be out of town? You drink it. And then replace it before she gets back. Or well, at least you intend to, for there’s no way of replacing it when she arrives one night earlier and catches you red-handed.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol (kind of obvious but still)

A/N: Hellooo, I had this request in my ask box for a longgggg time and I had wanted to write it ever since yet never found the right timing, until last night at 2am lol. I hope you guys enjoy!

Whiskey. Whiskey. Whiskey. Whiskey.

Yoongi hummed inside his mind, tapping on the counter a couple of times as his eyes searched for the bottle of strong alcohol he could’ve sworn he had left on that very shelf three weeks ago. Or maybe it had only been half of it, now that he thought about it, for he had drunk some of the expensive liquor that same week you got it for him, when he had been struggling with one particular verse he could just not feel contented with.

Although there was also that one other time last week when he came home not feeling his best after a bad day...

He pouted, defeated eyes still searching around as realisation hit him that there was no bottle of whiskey on sight and there would apparently be no whiskey at all for him that night.

Bummer.

You wouldn’t be home until the next day and he would have a long, lonely night. Hoseok had called him a few minutes ago informing him the bridge of the song he had taken upon writing and needed to turn in by the end of the week was now needed by midnight tomorrow. So, there were only two ways to get the inspiration he so badly needed:

You.

Whiskey.

And right then, he had none of them.

Or well, maybe not precisely, but he could always use some variety, right? So he thought when his eyes fell on the fancy bottle of wine your mum had gifted you when you got the promotion you had so determinedly worked for — the one that had now taken you on a one week business trip to Tokyo, and far away from him and your shared place.

He thought about it for a while —that being three seconds—, before his hand was grabbing it and his feet moved over to where you kept the glasses, grabbing one of them as well before he made his way over to his home studio so he could get started on the new track right away.

Now, he knew how bad it looked, even more when he knew you had been saving it for a special occasion — what special occasion exactly, he had no idea, and he was pretty sure neither did you. But, in his defense, you would be back home tomorrow evening, and that gave him a good couple of hours to drive around the city looking for the same brand —and year— of wine he had stolen from you. Come on, he wasn’t leaving you wineless, of course. He wasn’t a douche. He was just drinking it without your permission… and then replacing it so you would never notice.

Yeah, that was it. That was perfect.

Only he didn’t count on one little detail, and that was you making it home one day earlier. Not wanting to have him worry and make some time out of his busy schedule to go pick you up at the airport like you knew he would, you had decided not to tell him — never having guessed such decision would end up backfiring on both of you. On Yoongi, for he would have no way to replace the bottle before you found out, and on you, for you were now left without that fine wine you had been looking forward to drinking at some point.

“Working so late?” your sweet voice had his head snapping in your direction in a heartbeat.

And maybe if you weren’t so caught up on the way his eyes lit up at the sight of you, you would’ve noticed that part of them held some kind of panic in them — turning around on his chair and rolling it ever so slightly to his right so his body would block the empty bottle from your visual range.

“B-Babe…” he stuttered, partially because of the surprise your unannounced arrival had caused him, partially because of the alcohol having already started to hit. “You didn’t, um… I didn’t know…”

“I know,” you cut him off, knowing well enough what he meant. “Sorry I didn’t let you know, but I was getting here late, as you can see, and I didn’t want you to worry about having to go get me and all that…”

Just like that, he forgot about the wine of yours he was trying to hide altogether, smiling softly and stretching his arms out for you to hold his hands — that being exactly what you did not even two seconds later, having now fully entered his studio and letting his warm hands pull you close to him.

Not really giving you a choice —and not like you would’ve chosen any different—, he pulled you onto his lap, allowing you to sit comfortably on his legs before his hands left yours so they could rest on your back instead, smiling when you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and leaning in just enough to give your lips a lingering kiss.

“I missed you” he mumbled against your lips, earning a giggle from you and another small kiss to be pressed on his mouth. “Felt so lonely without you…”

“Have you been drinking?” you teased him, both because of his sweet words and because of the way his lips held a rather familiar bitter taste to them.

Of course you would notice right away.

He chuckled, because it was either laughing it off or panicking right before the inevitable happened. And that’s exactly when your eyes fell on the already emptied bottle resting next to a glass on his desk. The one bottle of yours you had been saving and that was now long gone.

It was fair to say, your previous smile was quickly erased from your face — an upset frown taking over your factions instead.

“Tell me that isn’t the one my mum gave me last month”.

And, you see, laughing in these kind of serious situations is never the best thing to do, especially when you know your significant other is upset. But, in both his state and how nervous he was at the idea of you being mad at him, it was all he could do.

“You’re laughing?” you scoffed. “You’re seriously laughing right now?”

He shook his head no, resting his forehead on your shoulder as another chuckle escaped his mouth instead of giving you a proper answer.

“Yoong—”

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” he slurred.

Although inevitably feeling your heart flutter, you rolled your eyes. “You are not trying to get out of this situation with that lame ass line”.

“But you truly are so, so beautiful, baby” he nuzzled that one soft spot in your neck, causing goosebumps to form on your skin.

“Yah, Yoongi. I’m serious” you called him out, placing your hands firmly on his shoulders and gently pushing him away so you could stand up.

“No, no” he stopped you by wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. “I’ll replace it”.

“That’s not the p—”

“I’ll buy you all the wine in the world if you want” he promised. “I was going to replace it to begin with. You were supposed to get here tomorrow”.

“So now it’s my fault for getting here earlier?”

“I mean,” he shrugged. “If you had let me know beforehand...”

Another scoff came out of your mouth, this time crossing your arms over your chest. “Unbelievable”.

“Please don’t…” a tired sigh escaped his mouth. “Please don’t be mad…”

You stayed silent, eyes fixed on the still half full glass next to the empty bottle as you could not help but sulk over the spilled milk, or well, the already drunk wine.

“You just—”

“Please,” he cut you off once more, this time speaking in that cute pouty tone of his you could never help but melt at. “I love you…” his words came out muffled as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Don’t be mad... I’m sorry”.

This time, a sigh escaped your mouth. What else could you do anyway? The wine was already gone and you were left with a soft, drunken boyfriend who was really trying to make the situation better. Or well, at least trying as hard as his current state allowed him to.

“You better get me the exact same one, Min Yoongi” your threatening words didn’t match the way your face was now resting on his head, as he had buried his face in the crook of your neck by then.

“Mhm…” he breathed, eyes closed as he somehow managed to pull you even closer.

“I mean it, Yoongi” you stood your ground. “Tomorrow”.

He chuckled, planting one more kiss to the spot his mouth had been resting on before he went back up to your eye level. “Tomorrow” his lips parted into a gummy smile. “Don’t keep saving it for too long though…” he lovingly pinched your sides. “Might have to drink it on my own again”.

“Yah!” you pulled slightly away, squinting your eyes in a threatening way the he couldn’t help but find the cutest. “My wine. I will see when it’s the right time to drink it”.

“Our wedding night”.

You froze. “Huh?”

“Our wedding night, tops” he stated, and you were not sure if that was the alcohol speaking or he had really been thinking about marriage with you for a while now. “If you haven’t drunk it by then... we’re having it that night”.

A light, breathy laugh escaped your mouth. “Will we even be home that night?” you questioned, his eyes staring into the wall behind you letting you know he had not taken that into consideration. “Besides, in that case I would only get to drink half a bottle, whereas you’d technically had downed one and a half”.

“Pft,” his shoulders went slightly up. “Okay then, alcohol measuring police”.

Throwing your head back as you now let a throaty laugh out, you went back to him, running your fingers through the short strands of hair falling over his forehead and pushing them back, earning a smile and then a muffled giggle from him when you caught his bottom lip in between your longing ones.

“I will get you two bottles then” he quietly proposed when you pulled away. “One for you to share with me and one for you to get drunk on your own whenever you want”.

“Okay, okay” you giggled, not really minding the whole wine incident anymore as he pressed his lips tenderly on your cheek. “Isn’t there something you’re forgetting, though?”

His eyebrows furrowed, deep in thought at your question — eyes travelling to his left and wasting no time in grabbing the glass that still contained a good amount of wine in it. “You can have what’s left”.

You rolled your eyes. The proposal, he was forgetting the proposal. And you couldn’t help but find amusement in the fact that he had been so quick to talk about your wedding night when there had never been a proposal to begin with. Bold of you to believe you would get your drunken boyfriend to talk about it, though.

Nevertheless, all that aside, you did not hesitate for even a second before you took the glass from his hand.

“Oh,” he blurted out when you were taking a small sip, a smile once again parting his lips as he suddenly seemed to remember something important. “And you just wait for the ring”.

[jsmangoez]

Off Limits Pt. 2

Lexi Howard was his best friend, basically his little sister. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking of her like that, undressing her with his eyes. He just hadn’t seen her in a couple years. There had to be a logical explanation for this. It wasn’t like he was completely down bad for her.

A/N:

Each chapter will have a flashback scene. Fez still hates Lexi’s bike lol.

“You owe me an ice cream sandwich!” Rue shouted as she jumped off her bike.

Lexi was too distracted with keeping her eyes on the road as she coordinates her hands and feet to slow the descent of her bike. Lexi was never the athletic type, her motor coordination being utter shit. That’s why she liked to go slow, controlled, she liked feeling in control.

Right now, she was not in control.

It was really Rue’s fault for egging her on to race her down the hill. Well, it was Lexi’s fault too, she was too easy to pressure, especially when it came to Rue.

“Shit, Lexi-” Rue stated as she looked behind her. “Watch out you’re gonna-”

Lexi only had a few seconds to brace herself for impact as she flew from her bicycle and onto the rough asphalt.

__

“We’re almost there.” Rue stated, Lexi’s arm slung around her shoulder as she limped, knees thoroughly scraped. 

“What is this place?” Lexi asked, relatively unfamiliar with this side of town.

“Uhh,” Rue cocks her head as she scans for a sign on the corner store. “Milk?” She read the words in huge lettering.

Lexi furrows her brow. “Milk? That’s the name of the store?” It was a strange name for a store. 

They find a chair to sit on outside of the store, Rue helping place Lexi on it as she enters.

“They probably have something.”

Lexi watches her enter, staring through the glass. It was a small convenience store. If she was honest with herself, it looked fairly sketchy. The only thing reassuring her was that it was broad daylight outside.

Rue comes out with a boy or man, Lexi wasn’t too sure. She studies his freckled face and shadow of a beard. He was tall, wearing a polo shirt and a chain, something in his mouth that looks like a cigarette, carrying a box in his hands.

“Thanks a lot, man,” Rue says as he comes closer to inspect Lexi, staring her down, eyes flicking down to her knee.

For some reason, the action makes Lexi feel self-conscious. She was sweaty, blood oozing down her legs, pigtails in her hair, probably looking roughed up due to her fall.

“How fast was you going, kid?” He doesn’t introduce himself, instead takes whatever’s in his mouth out with his fingers and kneels down beside her.

Upon closer inspection, Lexi is able to tell that his eyes are the clearest shade of blue that she’s ever seen, framed by copper eyelashes. She feels her throat constrict.

“Fast.” Rue says, eyes wide, nodding her head. “We went down that hill over there.” Rue points to the place Lexi’s fall occurred, just a few meters away from where they were right now.

“Damn, you must be fuckin’ fearless.” He chuckles, making something in her stomach flip. No one had given her a compliment like that before. She was used to words like timid, shy, quiet to describe her. For some reason, the compliment elated her.

“What’s your name kid?”

“Lexi.” She finds the courage to say.

“Aight, Lexi. I’ma fix you up real good.” Lexi can’t help the blush creep on her cheeks as this boy kneels in front of her, she liked the sound of her name on his tongue. She winces at the alcohol he places onto her wound.

“My b,” He apologizes.

Lexi looks down at him. She doesn’t think any boy her age has ever shown her this kindness. She wonders if it comes with age. She wonders how old he is as he applies ointment to her knee.

“So Francisco, do you got East Highland or something?” Rue asks, ice cream bar in her mouth.

“It’s Fezco.” He amends. “Yeah.” He frowns at the question.

“What grade are you in?” Rue asks.

“10th.” He stated, too focused on applying the bandage on her knee to say more.

“That’s cool,” Rue states nearly finished with her ice cream. “Lexi and I are in 7th grade, but we’ll be going there too.”

Fez doesn’t respond as he stands up, finished with his work. He doesn't seem to really care much for conversation even though Rue can't seem to stop running her mouth. She was the extrovert of the pair.

"Thanks," Lexi says quietly, looking up at him. He nods at her with kind eyes. She stands and he still towers over her, at least a good foot taller. He was probably 16 years old she guessed. She was 13 now and he was three years ahead of her. 

"Think we all good, now." Fez looks behind at Rue, frowning at the popsicle stick in her hand. He was certain she hadn't paid for it as he was the only one who had been manning the store.

He looks back at Lexi. She blushes at his attention. His eyes betrayed the kindness you wouldn't expect from his rough demeanor. “Y’all need a ride? I don’t think you can walk like that.”

Lexi takes in the smell of his Cadillac as he drives them home, stealing glances. He was pretty. Normally, she wouldn't describe men as pretty, but she felt that he earned the adjective with his defined jaw, long eyelashes, and sky blue eyes. 

She memorizes his face even hours after he dropped them off, forgetting all about her bike that had most likely been stolen by now.

That night, Lexi makes a playlist. She was never a huge fan of Taylor Swift, mostly because Cassie kept her songs on repeat in their shared room. But that night, she finds herself saving Enchanted and thinking of clear, blue eyes.

At 22, Lexi finds herself still using a bike as her main method of transportation. When she was living in New York, it was more of a practical choice, parking being close to impossible in the city. She was also embarrassed to admit that having not driven for the past four years despite having her license made her a little anxious to get in the driver’s seat. Biking was a good form of exercise, cost-effective, not to mention - very good at shaping your legs. She remembers Fez lecturing her on the dangers of biking by herself when she was in high school, refusing to take no for an answer when driving her home. She wonders if he would hate that she still used her bike so frequently.

The thought made her giggle a bit. She was deliriously happy to be back in the same town as her two childhood best friends, not knowing how much she truly missed them until she had seen them in person again. It was like old times, she smiled.

She whizzed past the streets, thinking of all the movies she wanted to watch, places she wanted to go with them.

She stops as she comes across the sizeable market in front of her, nearly the size of the neighborhood Walmart, parking lot full of cars on a random Tuesday. She couldn’t help the swell of pride she feels as she reads the sign on the store.

O’NEILL’S in bright red lettering flashes before her.

Fez walked down the strip of check-out lines, walking to the money services desk to hand the keys to Don. Don had been working at the store for over two years, a kid he saw a lot of himself in. He had met Don when he was 19 years old, fresh outta prison. Anyone else would have been wary of giving him a chance at their freshly opened business, but Don proved his gut to be right, becoming his most trusted employee aside from Ash and Rue.

For the most part, Fez really liked Don. They smoked together from time to time. He gave the kid some advice, having both had hard lives. Don was a chill guy, they shared a lot of similarities, preferences. So it should really have been no surprise when Don was caught eyeing up Lexi.

Fez’s eyes widened as he was greeted with a vision of Lexi standing next to the desk behind Don.

She was dressed casually, probably the most casually he’s seen her if he remembers, short-sleeved top that opened in the back and skin-tight biker shorts. Her outfit accentuated her body in a very alluring way and almost made her look athletic. Her hair was tied haphazardly into a ponytail.

She was still attractive, he concluded, even without red lipstick and her sexy plaid skirt.

Fuck.

He couldn’t think of Lexi like that. He needed to stop.

She just looked so attractive.

It seemed that Don agreed with his sentiment, seeing the blonde slump forward as he chatted with Lexi, a smirk on his face as he looked her up and down, making his interest apparent. It seemed like he was flexing his tattooed muscles under their uniform polo shirt as he did so. The picture unsettled Fez.

Lexi's eyes glanced his way, stopping at the sight of him.

“Fez.” The way his name sounded coming from her mouth gave him a feeling he couldn’t describe. She smiled brightly, the sight of it making his heart race. Don looked towards him with interest and surprise. 

Suddenly, Fez felt his mouth go dry, not knowing what to say as she looked up at him, warm, caramel eyes piercing through him.

That’s how he knew he was fucked. He just used the word caramel to describe her eyes.

“Lexi.” Was all he could say, frozen in place, even Don quirking a brow at his behavior. Don had never seen him freeze or stutter in their time knowing each other.

He wasn’t going to admit that jerking off to the image of making Lexi orgasm in 1000 different ways had left him unsure of how to interact with her.

“I figured I’d stop by to finally check the famed O’Neill’s food and pharmacy.” She raved, grinning widely. “The slogan is really neat too.”

Fez smiled at her compliment. He was pretty proud of opening the store up. 

“Here at O’Neill’s, we got the deals.” Don recited with a smirk, eyes on her as he said so.

Fez swore he could feel his jaw twitch in annoyance.

“Hey, Don, think there’s a customer that needs a money order over there.” He stated trying to hide his irritation.

“Wouldn’t they be comin’ over here to get that?” Don made a good point which agitated him further.

“Maybe they didn’t wanna interrupt you flirtin’ with Lexi.” Don frowned, straightening up.

“Wasn’t flirting, just being friendly.” Don retorted, winking at Lexi. “Right, Lexi.” The action made her blush.

Seeing her blush at his words stirred something in Fez. He should be the one making her blush as he sat her on the counter, fingers curled deep inside as he swallowed the moans escaping her.

He shook his thoughts away.

“I’ll be right back then,” Don called over his shoulder more to Lexi than Fez as he chased down the imaginary Fez called him to attend to.

Fez came closer, smelling the same intoxicating fruity, floral scent as he did so. She was beautiful, brown locks framing her face. From this height, he could almost look down her shirt if he wanted to. He bit his cheek to stop his brain from going down that rabbit hole.

“Lexi Howard,” Fez says evenly. “What brings you here? Aside from flirting with my associates.” He comes even closer, trying to capture every detail of her at the moment. Not so that he could use it in his perverted fantasies later that night of course.

She blushes a pretty pink. “I was not.” She defends.

He gives her a look as if he doesn’t believe her. Really, he just wants her to tell him that she hadn’t been swayed by Don’s words.

“Anyways,” She diverts his attention. “I just wanted to check your store out. Also, you haven’t replied to any of my messages today.” She accuses. “You didn’t even get on this morning.”

It was true he had missed their routine morning call. Fez had needed to distract himself though. He needed to fill his thoughts of anything else aside from her. Hearing her voice early in the morning, which tended to be his horniest, was not something he thought would be smart to do. Not after what he had done, picturing her in ways he should never have. It had only gotten worse after the first offense.

“I was busy.” Fez excused lamely.

Lexi looked like he didn’t quite believe him but decided to let it go. “Well, I was going to ask you if you would be free next Saturday.” Lexi grinned excitedly, biting her lip.

“Uhh.” Fez contemplates. He really should limit his time with her until he stops feeling weird. “Depends.”

Lexi pouts at his hesitancy. Normally, Fez would have agreed, there really wasn’t much else he did outside of work.

“I need you to be my date.”

Fez’s ears redden at the word. “Date?” The way he says it makes Lexi feel self-conscious as if she said something strange.

“Uh, sorry,” She amends. “Plus one.”

Fez nods. “Oh.” He tries to hide the disappointment he feels.

“There’s this event my friend from New York hooked me up with. There’s going to be some well-known writers and producers there.” Lexi explains. “I won’t really know anyone there. It could be fun.” She tries to persuade him. “We can look nice and there’ll be free food.”

“I don’t know.” Fez drags out.

“There’s gonna be hot models and actresses there,” Lexi adds, gesturing with her hands.

He’s not swayed. “You ain’t ask Rue?” He counters. “Know she’d be down.”

Lexi frowns. “You know how Rue is when she’s drunk.”

Fez agrees. While drunk Rue was not nearly as bad as high Rue, Rue still had that tendency to overdo any substance she came in contact with.

Fez sighs. “I guess, I’ma see what I can do.”

Lexi makes a gleeful sound before capturing him in a hug. Her smell makes him stay there and he allows himself to relax as he discreetly takes a sniff. There were notes of peach with some rose mixed in there. He allows himself to relax, placing his hands along her waist, reveling in how perfectly his hands seemed to fit.

He couldn’t help the sinking feeling that he had already crossed the point of no return.

[oh-three]

Incorrect Guard Quotes (Part 8)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

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Jurr: “Tell me a little about yourself.” Rakesh: “I'd rather not, I really like this group.”

Tindri: “I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.”

Rakesh: “If I may interject...” Linaleh: “Oh, awesome, Rak was eavesdropping.”

Jurr: “Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons?” Loktof: “Fake?”

Tindri: “Don’t worry, I have a permit.” Rakesh: “...This just says 'I can do what I want'.”

Vori: “Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!” Tindri: “Bet you I can!” Rakesh: sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper

Rakesh: “You know what’s funny about Vori? She’s my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt her is someone I’d murder, probably.”

Tindri: “You... you saved me. You're not a beast at all. YOU'RE A HERO, AN UGLY UGLY UGLY HERO!” Loktof: “Call me ugly again, and maybe I will eat you.”

Linaleh: “Vori, what are you doing?” Vori: shaking a cat shaped piggy bank “I’m just trying to figure out how much change I have inside.” Linaleh: “You could always take it out and count it.” Vori: “Where’s the fun in that?”

Rakesh: “Do you even know what an amulet is?” Vori: “Of course I do! I eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions!” Rakesh: “Vori, those are omelets.” Vori: “Oh. Then I’ve got nothing.”

Tindri: “Hey, if you type in your password, it'll show in stars.” Tindri: “********* see!” Brakan: “hunter2″ Brakan: “Doesn't look like stars to me.” Tindri: “Brakan: *******” Tindri: “That's what I see.” Brakan: “Oh, really?” Tindri: “Absolutely.” Brakan: “You can go hunter2 my hunter2-ing hunter2.” Brakan: “Haha, does that look funny to you?” Tindri: “Lol, yes. See when YOU type hunter2, it shows it to us as *******.” Brakan: “That's cool. I didn't know this site did that.” Tindri: “Yup. No matter how many times you type hunter2, it will show to us as *******.” Brakan: “Awesome.” Brakan: “Wait, how do you know my password?” Tindri: “Er, I just copy pasted YOUR ******'s and it appears to YOU as hunter2 cause it's your password.” Brakan: “Oh, ok.”

Vori, texting Rakesh: “Rak, there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?” Vori: “Pls hurry because I’m going to cry.” Vori: “Rak.” Vori: “Rak.” Rakesh: “Rakesh is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth.”

Loktof: “Given the circumstances, I will let you hug me for four to five seconds.” Vori: “Forty five seconds?!?” Loktof: “No! I said four TO five seconds.” Vori, hugging Loktof: “Too late.”

Brakan: “Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.” Rakesh: “Go the fuck to sleep, Brakan.”

Jurr, skipping rocks on a lake with Tindri: “It’s such a beautiful evening.” Tindri: “Yeah, it is.” Tindri: whispering “Take that you fucking lake.”

Rakesh: “The first time Vori opened a box of Cheerios and looked inside she yelled, 'OH WOW! DONUT SEEDS!’"

Brakan: “If I run and leap at Tindri, she will most certainly catch me in her arms.” Brakan, running towards Tindri: “Coming in!” Tindri: “No! I’m holding coffee!” Tindri: drops coffee and catches Brakan

Vori: “When you work at lush and a customer comes in and bites the soap because they think it’s cheese... this happens way more frequently than you think.” Rakesh: “If you stopped literally presenting soap as deli food this wouldn't happen.” Vori: “Who goes into a bath store and thinks something covered in glitter is cheese?” Brakan: “Who goes to the store and just takes a bite from the cheese?”

Linaleh: cocks gun “Go to bed. This is no longer a request, this is now a threat.”

Loktof: speaking Spanish Rakesh: “I know, I know.” Tindri: “You speak Spanish?” Rakesh: “No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Loktof speaks.”

Rakesh: “We need a plan to beat them.” Vori: "Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food.” Rakesh: Vori: “Judge me all you want, I get results.”

Vori: “So, I got this amazing plan!” Tindri: “We fail almost every time you say that.” Vori: “Well this is the same! But with a hamster involved.”

Rakesh: “Underestimate me. That'll be fun.”

Linaleh: “Rakesh, what is the ONE thing I asked you NOT to do tonight?” Rakesh: “Raise the dead.” Linaleh: “And what did you do?” Rakesh: “Raise the dead.”

Tindri: “I hate how you're just born out of nowhere, and you're forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job. What if I wanted to be a duck? No one ever asked me if I want to be a duck!”

Brakan: “You shouldn't be using a straw.” Vori: “I know, I know, it's bad for the environment and stuff.” Brakan: “Yeah, but I mean...it's a weird way to eat spaghetti."

Tindri: raises eyebrows Jurr: “Put those back down!”

Tindri: “Why should I make my bed, when I'm just gonna unmake it to sleep in it anyways?” Jurr: “Why should I feed you if you’re just gonna die anyways?” Tindri: Tindri: “I'll go make my bed-” (^ My new favorite)

Vori: “Oooh, a train!” Rakesh: “We’re in a train station, Vori.”

Vori: “Guess what I'm about to get!” Rakesh: “On my nerves.”

Loktof: “I could kill you if I wanted.” Rakesh: “Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.”

Tindri: “All the sudden I got a random burst of energy, and I think it's my body's last hurrah before it completely shuts down.”

Linaleh: “Remember! Curiosity killed the cat!” Rakesh: “Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Vori, go find out if that thing can catch fire.” Linaleh: “You're a bad influence.” Rakesh: “And you don't know your sayings.”

Vori: “Hey, Brakan?” Brakan: “Yeah?” Vori: “What's your faVorite color of the alphabet? True or false?” Brakan: Brakan: “...What.”

Tindri: “How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?” Linaleh: “Well, it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.” Linaleh: “Would you like me to tutor you?” Rakesh: “That was smooth.”

Rakesh: “We should normalize not loving family members.” Tindri: “You can just say: 'I hate my dumb fuck uncle' or whatever. Talk like a normal person!"

Linaleh: “Why shouldn't you put a toaster in a bathtub full of water?” Brakan: “Because your toast would get soggy!”

Vori: “Which country has the most birds?” Vori: “Portu-geese!” Rakesh: “That's a language.” Vori: “Portu-gull?” Rakesh: “Good recovery.” Tindri: “I think you mean good re-dovery.” Brakan: “TURKEY. HOW DID WE MISS TURKEY?”

Vori: running towards Loktof with open arms Loktof: moves out of the way Vori: “Hey, why'd you move?!” Loktof: “I thought you were going to attack me.” Vori: “I was going to hug you!” Loktof: “Why would you hug me?” Vori: “WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?”

Tindri: “Next time I'm at the pet store, I'm gonna take a hamster and drop it in the scorpion cage. I wanna see what a hamster's face looks like when it goes, 'oh, fuck.’"

Brakan: “Tindri, is that legal?” Tindri: “When there's no cops around, anything's legal!”

Rakesh: “ARE YOU-” Linaleh: “Fucking.” Rakesh: “KIDDING ME?! YOU-” Linaleh: “Fucking.” Rakesh: “IDIOT!” Loktof: “…What was that?” Linaleh: “Jurr banned Rakesh from swearing, so I’m helping him out.”

Linaleh: sighs “I have no friends...” Tindri: Tindri: coughs “Bitch, what am I? A roach?!”

Vori: “The time to act is now.” Vori: “Wink, wink.” Rakesh: “Don't say 'wink wink'. Just wink.” Vori: “Oh, sorry.” Vori: “Wink.”

Linaleh: “I’ve made a spread sheet of all the crime in Brooklyn.” Linaleh: “There’s so much crime in New York, no one should live here.”

Loktof, to Brakan: “You're starting to forget your Spanish. You don't practice.” Brakan: “Lo siento. Estoy embarazada.” Loktof: “You just told me you're pregnant.” Tindri: “Congratulations, Brakan, you're glowing!”

Linaleh: “So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?” Tindri: “Depends. Is your bed comfortable?” Linaleh: “Yes.” Tindri: “I'd sleep.”

Tindri: “Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into-” Loktof: “You sleep with a teddybear.” Tindri: “He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!”

Linaleh: “You need to be more careful!” Rakesh, who was dragged into Linaleh's issue: “Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT- “

Tindri, when Jurr walks in: “Oh, hey, I'm just making pizza.” Tindri: accidentally smacks Linaleh in the face with the baking sheet

Rakesh: “Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.” Brakan: “This knife is actually a magic wand.” Tindri: “Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.” Linaleh: cocks gun “Magic missile.” Jurr: “What the fuck is wrong with you people.”

[bokutosworld]

i won’t say (i’m in love) | kageyama t. 

pairing: kageyama tobio x gn!reader

wc: 1,935 words. fluff, high school crushes. hinata being a wingman lol. 

summary: an encounter at kageyama’s favorite spot in school leads him to meet someone that makes him feel all sorts of confusing feelings. 

a/n: so if it’s not yet obvious by the title, this was inspired by the song from hercules, i won’t say i’m in love :D this idea has been on my drafts for quite some time and i finally had the chance to work on it yaaay 

The first time Kageyama saw you, you were in front of the vending machine he frequented.

It was lunch break, and with ten minutes left before the next period, he figured he could get his favorite banana milk. He was walking towards the area that hid the machine away from prying and hungry eyes. Kageyama was confident that no one was familiar with its spot, especially since the machine always seemed to never go out of stock of his go-to drinks. But boy was he wrong.

The instant that he rounded the corner, he heard the recognizable thud of the drink box falling and someone getting it from its confines. He took a peek and saw a glimpse of a student cheerfully sticking the straw to the pack, humming as they take a sip of the milk. With a contented smile, the student walks off and passes him, giving a side glance and showing off a smirk to Kageyama.

How odd, the setter thought. Though he didn't dwell on it for any much longer, opting to get his own share of the milk. However, when he stood in front of the machine, his heart lurched upon seeing the red light that indicated not available. Kageyama's eyes shoot wide open and he whipped his head towards the direction you went, sending a glare to your retreating back as he realized you took the last milk. Oh, he was furious and poor Hinata was on the receiving end of that sour mood for the rest of the day.

Since that unfateful encounter, Kageyama has been noticing your presence everywhere. And it was an understatement to say that he didn't find you annoying. He remembers how you went under his nose to grab that last box of milk and it still infuriates him.

Whenever you walk by in the hallways, he can't help but follow you with a pointed look on his face. To any outsider, Kageyama looked as if he was sending curses towards your way, at least that was what Hinata thought. But actually, the setter was trying to figure out who you were and why he hadn't seen you in the campus before that day. One day, his curiosity finally got the best of him and he asked Hinata about his concern.

"Huh? What do you mean you don't know Y/N," the orange-haired boy replied. Hinata gave his friend a puzzled look, and as if the cogs in his mind stopped turning, a teasing grin made it way to his face. "Ah, so that's why you've been looking at them like a madman recently. You're so dumb, Kageyama! How could you not recognize them, they're literally our class president."

Hinata was right. That time, Kageyama was dumbfounded when they returned to the classroom and saw you chatting with your friends in the corner. He was entranced by you and the way you were laughing at one of the jokes that he hit his hip in the sharp edge of the desk. He shrieked, causing you to turn your head towards him with worry cast over your face.

It didn't hurt that bad. He was massaging that spot on his hip when you silently stalked towards him. You stood by his side, placing a hand on his back and asking if he was okay. It took all of Kageyama's willpower not to lose his composure in front of you, but Hinata caught on his actions. In that moment, an idea popped up in Shoyo's mind.

"Hey, Pres," he put an arm around Kageyama's shoulders, wiggling his eyebrows at him. "Can I ask you a favor? Can you bring my friend here to the clinic and get his injury checked out? I'm sure it's only minor but we can't be too sure." Kageyama angrily nudged Hinata, a string of stupid, you idiot falling on his lips.

"Yeah, no problem. Come on, Kageyama, let's get you to the nurse."

He was immediately flustered. Kageyama swears his face has never felt that hot when you took his shoulders and wrapped them on your own, acting as his crutch as the two of you walked to the clinic.

Kageyama cleared his throat, his eyes looking at anywhere but you. "H-hey, I'm not completely paralyzed. I can walk on my own."

You laughed, "It's fine. You can rely on me sometimes, you know. Besides, I don't want our star player sitting out of the games." A moment of silence clouds over the two of you on the rest of the way, but just before entering the clinic, you say, "I know you love volleyball. You should enjoy it without any injury."

Kageyama thinks that maybe you were much more than a milk thief after all.

Hinata doesn't know what happened after he sent you and Kageyama to the clinic. But he has a slight idea about what changed when he sees that his teammate has been talking more to you at every chance that he gets, walking by your desk and starting up conversations when he can.

In mornings, he notices that Kageyama always has two packs of milk in hand. And when you enter the room, he sees how he lights up, a shy smile forming on his face as you wave a hand and walk to his desk. He couldn't believe his own eyes when he watches Kageyama give you the other milk and he comes to a conclusion that he bought it just for you.

In gym class, Hinata observes the way Kageyama is extra pumped up to be against you in the 100m dash activity. He sees the playful taunts he sends your way and how you gladly react to them and indulge Kageyama in his competitiveness. He honestly thinks Kageyama won't let you off the hook but he's shocked, when just a few centimeters away from the finish line, he fakes a trip and falls down on the ground. You pass him in high spirits, jumping up and down as you exclaim that you won against the King of the Court. And Hinata knows that the normal Kageyama would be pouting and pissed off at his loss.

But this wasn't a normal Kageyama. He figures that this was a Kageyama in love. 

The pair was assigned to set up the net and prepare the gym before practice started. They were in the storage room getting the equipment when Hinata started teasing Kageyama about his little crush.

"I don't know what you are talking about." The taller boy strongly denied all the accusations that Hinata was throwing at him. "Just shut up and help me here."

Hinata chuckled like an evil villain and continued to spew obvious facts. "You give them milk every morning. You unconsciously make them laugh with your not so funny jokes. You look out for them during gym class more than their friends does. You make time before practice to say goodbye before they go home."

"So, what is your point?"

His friend smirked, "Kageyama Tobio, you have a crush."

Kageyama stood frozen, his hands went limp by his sides at the sudden realization. He was aware that in his recent interactions with you, he'd sometimes feel sick, like he'd get nervous around you, his breathing becomes unstable and his palms get sweaty.  He has noticed it himself how the surroundings would turn brighter whenever you walked in the hallways or how his own heart would beat twice as fast whenever you were approaching him in his desk.

He didn't know what that feeling was called. He didn't want to give it a name. But Hinata just had to point it out. Frustrated that his friend called him out on his adoration for you, Kageyama stayed silent and started playfully punching Hinata. The poor boy was only saved when they heard footsteps come in, and Kageyama was quick to push Hinata away and avoid your gaze when you walked in.

Hinata was grumbling as he walked out of the scene, leaving you two some time to figure out your mutual feelings.

Kageyama immediately crouched down and hid his face on his hands, making you laugh at his awkwardness. He inquired in a muffled voice, "How much of that did you hear?"

You answered him truthfully, narrating the moment when you stopped to hide behind the doors was when you heard Hinata starting to tease him about his little crush. "I'm honestly flattered, Kageyama. Though I am also surprised that Hinata was watching us closely. Or should I be creeped out?"

He glanced up at you, standing from his position and going off on a tangent about how he also thought that Hinata was looking into things too much. He complained that instead of thinking about his love life, Hinata could've used that time to practice his spikes and jumps.

At this point, Kageyama was rambling and though you thought it was endearing, you needed him to pause and breathe. "Can you stop talking for literally ten seconds?" This seemed to work as he shut up and straightened his back, his eyes gazing straight into yours.

Kageyama realized, "Why are you here anyway?"

You smiled and brought out something from your pocket. "I wanted to give this to you." It was the banana milk that he loves. "I saw that it was the last one in the vending machine. I figured you'd want to have it. Have a drink before or after practice."

You thought it wasn't humanly possible to see eyes literally sparkling, but Kageyama was giving you proof of that as he excitedly took the drink from your hands. The corners of his mouth turned upward in a soft smile, and you thought that was the prettiest that he has ever been. He remembers the moment he first saw you and laughs, "You didn't have any problems before taking the last available milk for yourself."

It was your turn to get shocked, hiding a blush behind your palms. You also recall that incident, "Stop, I didn't do that on purpose. Was it my fault that they haven't restocked on that day?”

Kageyama scoffed, "Yeah, right." You pouted, crossing your ams on your chest as you looked away from him. "Thank you."

He has put the straw in the opening of the pack, taking a sip of the milk when you asked him for the second time. "So, you like me, huh?" Kageyama almost choked on his drink, and you laughed before patting his back to help him calm down. Some liquid were spilling from his lips and you were quick to wipe it with your hand. The action was enough to render Kageyama speechless, so he put some distance between the two of you.

You were taking some tissue from your bag to give to Kageyama when you also shared a confession of your own. "If it makes you feel any better, I like you too."

"I'm free this weekend. If you want to take me out a date, you know my number." He looked at you expectantly, the words yes, I'd love to go out with you resting on the tips of his tongue but he wasn't able to let it out. Because in a few seconds, you boldly took a step closer and pressed your lips to his cheek. His face felt warm and his heart was beating like crazy.

"I'll be expecting your call, Tobio."

In that moment, the feelings that he kept on a tightly closed lid were overflowing and it was the affirmation that he needed to know that he was already in too deep for you.

[southsidestory]

Can't Afford Love on Minimum Wage

"Do you have lavender-infused non-dairy macrobiotic sorbet?"

Sasuke felt his left eye twitch. "All sorbet is non-dairy. That's what makes it sorbet."

The customer flipped her long, blonde dreads over her shoulder, which disrupted the dreamcatcher resting on her pale forehead. "Whatever. Do you have it or not?"

Sasuke pointed toward the blackboard behind him. "Is it on the menu?"

Cultural Appropriation Barbie's eyes narrowed. "Shouldn't you know what's on the menu?"

"I do."

He could recite all twenty-six ice creams listed on the board, along with their primary ingredients, any allergens, a short description of their flavor profiles, and suggestions for which ones paired together best. Sakura had drilled all of that info into his head during his first two days at Jeni's.

Sasuke really wished he could go back to memorizing flavor facts.

"Then why are you asking me what's on it?"

"Because apparently you didn't read it," Sasuke said.

The customer gaped. "Where's your manag—?"

Sakura swooped in before she could get the question out and said, "Hi, I'm the shift leader! I think what Sasuke is trying to say is that we have some great options you might like. For a similar flavor, we have a wildberry lavender ice cream—"

"I don't condone enslaving cows for their milk."

Sasuke gestured toward the end of the freezer. "How do you feel about goats? We've got a goat cheese one down there."

"Sasuke, why don't you take your break?" Sakura said brightly.

"Sure."

As he headed toward the back, he heard Sakura describing their newest vegan flavor, a refreshing, bright sangria-style frosé sorbet, made with pear, strawberry, and watermelon.

Sasuke took a seat on a cardboard box filled with jars of fudge, butterscotch, and caramel sauce. He checked his phone. Only one message. From Naruto, naturally.

Good luck on your first day dealing with people. Try not to get fired this time lol

Sasuke could hear Sakura telling the vegan customer that her four-scoop cone and a pint of frosé sorbet were on the house and that she was very sorry about the employee who had been so rude.

"He's still in training."

Might have fucked that up already.

Dude. You've only been there three days 😂

Shut up

Do you know what macrobiotic means?

Macrobiotic? I think that's like the stuff they give you when you get syphilis

Sasuke rubbed his eyes. He must have gone temporarily insane to think Naruto would know the meaning of a word with more than three syllables.

That's penicillin you moron, a kind of *anti*biotics

"What the hell was that?" Sakura asked.

Gtg get fired ttyl

Sasuke put his phone in his pocket. "Sorry. Guess that was a little rude."

"A little? I'd hate to see your version of being very rude."

Sasuke waited for the verdict. On the one hand, Sakura was only a shift leader, not a manager, so she might not have the power to fire him. On the other, this was his third strike in as many days, so he had to be on thin ice.

Sakura ran a hand through her chin-length pink hair, and he had the stupidest thought: her hair is the same color as the frosé sorbet.

"You obviously need some guidance on how to give quality customer service. Have you ever worked at a place like this before?"

Sasuke had spent the last five years caught in a revolving door of food service and retail jobs. So he wasn't being entirely honest when he said, "A couple times, yeah."

"Okay, well, whoever trained you before must not have done a very good job," Sakura said. "I'll try to teach you how to deal with difficult customers with more… grace. And patience. And better manners. And—"

"I get it. I suck with customers. Can't you just stick me on the waffle cone station or make me clean shit?"

"As often as I possibly can," Sakura said flatly. "But sometimes you're going to have to scoop or run register, and your pissy attitude will break the tip jar. Half the money I make here is in tips, and I am so not letting you gut my paycheck."

"Wait, what? Half?" Sasuke asked. "You make seven bucks an hour in tips just for scooping ice cream?"

Sakura smirked. "Closer to ten, actually. And I make good tips because of my excellent customer service skills. Watch and learn, unless you want to live off minimum wage."

He could more than double his paycheck by being nicer to customers?

"Okay. I'm all yours." Sasuke held out his hands. "Teach me how to not be an asshole."

Sakura hid her smile behind her hand, giggling. Damn, her laugh was as pretty as the rest of her.

"I don't make any promises to improve your personality," she said, her voice teasing. "But I'll teach you how to fake it."

Sasuke doubted that. Chances were, he'd cuss out an annoying customer before the end of the week and be job searching again by Monday.

Until then, at least Sakura would keep him company.

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Author's Notes: Here's a sneak peek at my SasuSaku romcom! Yes, you read that right, I'm writing comedy. It's based on an absolutely hysterical tiktok by Scott Seiss (which I'll link to in a reblog later, bc for some reason tumblr hates links). Many thanks to @birkastan2018 for inspiring the first line of this fic! And this is entirely @toondoon1010's fault for giving me the idea for this story.

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Sakusa and Ushijima taking care of their kids headcanons !

request:  Can I request Sakusa and Ushijima taking care of their baby when their mom!s/o isn’t here ?

a/n: yesss omi and toshi taking care of their kids when they’re babies aslfjkd i love this. tysm for the requests !! i’m really happy to be writing again since i took a break for a bit after school ended!! warnings: manga spoilers, panicking and confused fathers lol

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

why we going so fUCKING FAST DAMN WOAHHHHH

He had the week off from practices and anything else because they had just finished off the season

You, sadly, did not get the same luxury of having a whole week off because even tho your husband made enough money, you still wanted and needed a job

So you had to go to work and your guys’ nanny had called and been like “yo im sick as fuck” and Omi went “ahaha don’t come near us <3″ 

It was too last minute to hire another nanny, but he’s perfectly capable of taking care of your guys’ two month old child... right?

Wrong

It had been a few hours since you had left for work and he was having some weird staring contest with Hitoshi 

Omi knew that Toshi was going to use his diaper soon enough and he just... he was in fear

After sitting there for a few minutes, he started stress cleaning and ended up gearing up to change Toshi’s diaper

Omi: *is literally performing rituals to make sure he doesn’t get anything on him*

Hitoshi: 👁👄👁 pls clean my asscheeks i pooped <3

LMAOOO the second Omi smells the wonderful stench, he almost walks out of the house

Actually he starts to until Toshi starts sobbing and he just

“👁👄👁 they ask you how you’re doing and you have to say that you’re fine--” 

He’s wearing like an N95 mask, silicone gloves, goggles, boots (he doesn’t want to get anything on his feet if he drops it but he also struggled because who tf wears shoes in the house)

Apparently him now 

Disgrace

Toshi’s still crying and Sakusa’s really about to as well LMAO

He finally gains the courage to try and change the diaper and he begins

Even with the mask on, he can still smell the shit and he’s really about to curl up and die

Slowly he peels the dirty diaper off and internally cries as he brings it towards the trash can and realizes he just

didn’t grab another diaper

So Hitoshi’s still sobbing and Sakusa’s running across your guys’ apartment in search for the diaper box

He finds them after like three minutes and is sweating hard

Omi walks over to Hitoshi again and he’s still sniffling after crying nd he feels bad

Like yeah he hates cleaning up shit but that’s his poor son :(

So he cleans everything up and puts a new diaper on

The rest of the day actually goes pretty well unlike the half an hour where he lost probably ten years of his life

You end up coming home around 7pm and walk in on Omi cleaning the table which had food splattered everywhere

He looks so stressed and your guys’ son is just laughing so loud

You end up laughing with Hitoshi and Omi’s like “i think we need a divorce <3″

Jk

He’s actually about to cry because you’re finally home to help him with Toshi

“Never leave again” “👁👄👁 that sounds a little creepy, Yoomi” 

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

You were actually hanging out with your high school friends and he offered to take care of Riko instead of you dropping her off at your parents’ house 

He’ s a good dad!! it’s just... he’s a bit clueless sometimes and babies cry a lot

So there are moments where you’re not sure if he should be by himself with her

dw he’s gotten better since you guys first had her-- he no longer stares at Riko and asks her why she’s crying for five minutes

Anyways

He’s honestly kind of concerned that he’s not the most skilled father

Like, he’s used to being the best so why does he struggle with being a dad?

This;ll be an opportunity for him to learn !!

You actually left before Riko woke up again so he was just sitting in your guys’ shared room waiting for her to make noise

You guys have a baby monitor and he stares at it sometimes

The poor machine is super intimidated

When she starts crying, he literally sprints towards her nursery (it’s quite a sight) and accidentally opens the door with too must strength, which leads to it hitting the wall

Cue Riko crying even louder

He’s standing there like

👁👄👁

It takes a few seconds before he’s apologizing to her LMAO

“Ah. I’m sorry.” *crying gets louder*

He picks her up carefully and looks her dead in the eyes, making her stop crying

They’re staring at each other now

SHhhh they’re communicating

“I’ll give you food.” 

She was actually hungry

You’ve seen him do this-- yeah, you’re not sure how he does it either

So he brings her to the kitchen and she’s pulling on his hair

He do be used to it tho 👀

It takes him like ten minutes to find the milk formula thing because every second he tried to put Riko down, she’d cry

So he adjusted and has her literally in the PALM OF HIS HAND

It takes a longer than necessary to read it because he started reading the ingredients and all of the information on the back

Pls Ushijima... 

He throws that bitch (not literally) into the microwave and heats the milk up for her

Meanwhile she’s started to chew on his hands and he’s so confused

“Why are you chewing on my hand? It is not food, Riko.” *CHOMP* 

When her milks done, he struggles to figure out how to hold her but it’s okay, it works out in the end

The rest of the day is full of the same confusion and by the time you come home, you see him reading the ads in Riko’s childrens book to her and she’s passed out

“Waka-chan, you don’t have to read the ads” “But she enjoys them.” 

...

Fair enough