#then i wouldn't disappoint so many people on the regular...

[robinsnest2111]

okay so turns out I fucked up a bunch of things at work for a while and the boss waited for today to talk to me about everything.

uhh... yeah so. I guess I'm just not made to be around people. because I always fuck things up in the same way and I never ever seem to learn no matter how hard i try to be good. and that makes people quite angry with me and makes them assume I don't give a shit about my job or my coworkers.

brb back to not wanting to be alive once again...

[fortunatelyuniquepeach]

Soap having an introverted/shy bestfriend headcanons

pairing: Johnny "soap" mactavish x gn!reader

a/n: huge thank you to everyone who took the time to read or reblog my last post I actually nearly cried🫶🏼. also some of these are a bit longer than they should be I don't even know if they still count as headcanons lol.

It definitely takes you a while to become friends. It literally took you weeks to speak more than a few sentences, so taking months to become close friends was no surprise.

He's so used to talking all the time and you just listening, at some point it was the only way you could have a conversation. When you started talking more around him, he got so quiet and listened so well even if it wasn't something important, he was just happy to listen to you.

Definitely takes notice of all the things you like, he wants to be so close to you, so he tries to learn about all your favorite things. First time he talked about your favorite movie Infront of you and saw how your eyes lighted up he decided he'd do it more. He also always brings you your favorite food/drink.

The first time you hugged him it was on his birthday. He's had a small birthday party, only invited close people (you being included of course), and after everyone left and you finally gave him his present, He hugged you so tight to his chest, arms wrapped around you. He was about to pull way remembering you told him you're not so comfortable with hugs, only to be stopped by you wrapping your arms around his waist. He tried to act cool after you broke the hug but he was screaming inside. His birthday became more special to him.

He was hoping hugs would become a regular thing after, but they didn't. Although, his disappointment is long forgotten when you start giving him little touches. A hand on his shoulder, your knee touching his, sometimes you'd even let him lay his head on your shoulder.

He always invites you to new places and tries to introduce you to his friends. He understands how you feel about social interactions and public places, so he doesn't pressure you. He just wants his bestfriend with him all the time):

So protective of you! the moment someone says something like "do you ever talk?" he's already in their face. No seriously, he won't leave them 'till you get an apology. You try to tell him that it's okay and it's no big deal but he disagrees, annoying his bonnie is in fact a huge deal.

Since you hate public places so much, he starts inviting you to his place to hang out. The more it happened the more used he is to it, and at one point "hanging out" is basically each of you doing their own thing but in the same room together. You're so quiet he forgets you're there, so when you suddenly say something, he lets out a scream. It makes you laugh so hard the first time it happens, so he starts doing it on purpose.

You once decided to go over your drinking limit due to social anxiety reasons. Johnny saw a whole new you that night. He felt a little guilty enjoying you being drunk, you laughed loudly at his jokes and told him so many stories about you he's never heard before, he couldn't help but enjoy it. That night before he dropped you off at your place, you grabbed his face touching it for the first time ever and told him "I wouldn't trade you for the world, johnny". He had to leave you as quickly as possible because he knew he was about to cry, and he did. He was just overwhelmed with all the love he has for you; he couldn't believe you actually felt this way about him.

You two are literally opposites people get shocked seeing you together. You two are surprised as well, neither of you could imagine being bestfriends with someone who is nothing like them, but you're so happy you are. You're besties forever. 🫶🏼

[forbidden-sin-bin]

By Your Side - Chapter 3

Summary: Only appearing as a mere background extra a few times, your hopes of landing a large enough role to be truly seen dwindles by the minute. In the midst of the long wait, you bury yourself in being the hardest working part-time barista the café has to offer.

Oh, and say hello to your new manager, who’s also working hard to make ends meet.

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August 27, 1997

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Brushing your apron smooth, you made your way to the cash register with a your usual practiced smile. "Welcome to the Tango Palace. What can I get you today?"

The welcoming expression on your face was far from the reality of your situation right now. And boy, it was bad.

Ever since the trip from New York feeling like a success, the days of receiving nothing but silence on your end slowly melted into creeping disappointment. Waiting by the phone for hours on end, all for nothing, the day wasted.

And it wasn't just the callback that you were waiting for: you had dozens of tryouts in the race against many others - improvs, scripts, interviews, singing, even a literal hand evaluation - in order to take that one and only spot of being chosen.

Though your parents were always happy whenever you landed a spot as an extra in the background of a single scene, be it movie or tv show, it did nothing to quell the shot-through nerves of wondering if the agency would ever give you an update on that callback you did.

At this point, nearing the new school year for Quinn's first year of kindergarten was the only silver lining in all of this. No doubt, you were proud, but it was bittersweet seeing them grow so fast. It seemed as if it were only yesterday that you had brought him home from the hospital, and in a blink he's walking, talking and ready to learn how to read.

In fact, you were so lost in reminiscing you nearly missed your customer's order.

Realizing you may or may not have zoned out for a second too long, you mentally slapped yourself as you quickly typed out the order. "S-sorry! Was it a regular coffee, one cream, no sugar?"

"And a quiche." Your customer sighed. "Jesus Christ..."

You nodded as you forced down your panic and irritation at the backhanded comment, giving them the total as you set the register to print out the receipt. "Alright, it'll only take a second." Whipping around, you set to work on pouring out a steaming hot cup of coffee, freshly brewed, and placing a pre-prepared veggie quiche out of the fridge and into the oven, dialing the settings to heat it just right.

Holding back your own sigh, you leaned back on the countertop as you waited. Truth be told, you weren't sure if the thought of getting fired was more stressful, or the thought of becoming a good-for-nothing that's entirely possible in the near future was worse. Either way, you couldn't lose this job.

The owners were kind enough, and business wasn't overly crowded with people, but you wanted to show them that hiring you was the best decision they could've made. Thinking about anything that isn't the job is the complete opposite of what you're trying to prove.

'Don't think of anything but what's in front of you, right now.'

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Later that evening...

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You tossed each letter onto the table in two separate piles; One for bills, the other for junk mail. After an uneventful day of serving customers, you returned home as always, filtering out the mail for your parents before they came home.

It wouldn't be long before the school year started, and you'd have to cut your hours in order to pick Quinn up from school, elsewise he'd be stuck in the after-care program till six, which wasn't fair for him at all.

It wasn't as if your family was poor or in debt, rather down on its luck. Your parents working at desk jobs required them to be there from at least nine to five, there was little to no time to take a break, especially now that they're not just working to keep the house afloat; If all else failed, you'd have to pick a course and go through community college just to get some degree that'll help you find a job that pays.

A part of you feared that you'd be kicked out eventually, which terrified your thoughts of not being able to take care of Quinn. And not being able to take care of Quinn means you're probably getting kicked out of the house like every other parent does to their kid that doesn't deliver.

Alright, that last part is debatable. But it’s possible, and you weren’t taking any chances.

And by not taking any chances, you sure as hell weren’t about to let the phone ring twice as you practically leaped over the kitchen table to pick it up.

"Hi! Hello?! Sorry- hello?"

"H-hello? Hi, is this-?" A stressed voice stutters out your first and last name.

Your face, initially bright with hope fell comically quick as you realized it wasn't an agency calling you for a role. Instead, a somewhat nervous voice of a young man answered. From how he sounded you could tell he was sweating bullets coming out of the other side of the phone.

"Yes, hi. That would be correct." You replied, not bothering to hide your deadpan shift in mood. This however didn't seem to phase the stranger.

"Oh, great! I saw your resume sent in to my agency, and I see you're looking for an agent to represent you in the coming years? Hopefully trying to find work?"

A few seconds of silence passed as you processed his response. 'Oh shoot, they actually remembered?' You thought with wide eyes.

"He-hello?"

"Yep, still on the line. May I ask who's calling?"

"Sean Warden. Sorry I should've introduced myself at the start but-"

You cut him off. "All good. And to answer your question: Yes. I'm in need of assistance in receiving job offers. Is that sufficient?"

"Awesome. So, the reason I'm calling you right now is because I have a proposition to offer you."

Again, silence, as if he was awaiting a reaction out of you. You however, had already begun to lose patience. "...Please continue." You held back a sigh, beginning to wonder if this is some sort of prank call or scam caller.

Still, this 'Sean' guy seemed either desperate or eager as he revealed his intention.

"I would like to represent you as your agent."

...

A few hours later...

...

"I'm going to be honest with you: This is not how I expected a potential signing of a client to look like."

Sitting inside a Tim Horton's café, coffee cups in hand, you found yourself sitting at a two-person table with a young, skittish and scrawny looking man in his mid to late twenties. Admittedly, this isn't the kind of guy you'd expect to meet.

Sharing an awkward silence, both of you holding small black coffees, neither of you had the gall to break the painful, painful silence. At least, until you've finished reading the whole entire contract that he gave you.

Given you're in the middle of the second page out of... eight, this was going to be a long evening.

Flicking your gaze at him for a brief glance away from your reading, you saw no impatience, only anxiousness, in his face. "Sorry if I'm taking up your time." You offered, figuring it'd be the least you could do for someone who hasn't been pushing your buttons.

Sean waves you off. "No need, I'm just happy you've agreed to even see me. I'll take anything, really."

You raised a brow. 'Anything, he says.' Your thoughts wandered away to making it seem as if you weren't the first option of employment, probably the last.

"O-oh, no no nonono, I didn't mean it like that!" He corrects himself, probably noticing or fearing that he might've made you reconsider signing that contract. "I mean- like-" He sighs, covering his face with a hand, filled with stress. "Don't get me wrong, I absolutely wanted to pick you as a client. I've seen your resume and everything; I can see the potential you have, I mean it."

Nodding, you resumed scanning the papers. "Continue. I'm listening, don't worry." Seeing that he hadn't missed his shot, he relaxed a little.

"I'm not trying to sell a sob story, it's just the truth. As you may know, the work I do is to find others work; Aspiring actors, music artists, the like? I'm no beginner to this, I've had many clients in the past and I haven't failed finding them jobs. But when there's older, more experienced agents... Well, you'd want to be represented by them more than me."

You hummed in acknowledgement, not taking your eyes off the contract as you flipped to page 3.

"My last three clients have all decided to move on to find a more renowned agency, meaning that as of now, I've no one to find work for, which also means my wages are little to none at the moment." Sean finished, clasping his hands together and resting them on the table, looking down as he finished. "What I'm offering you right now isn't the end all, be all. I promise you, regardless of what's going on in my personal and home life, I'll give it my all to find you what you need." It almost sounds like a plead, coming from him. "If you end up parting ways with me in the future, that's more than okay! It's just... please. Give me this chance to help you out."

Finally, you raised your head to look at him. Keeping your face neutral, you finally spoke after a few moments:

"Could you do something for me, if I do sign?"

He nodded eagerly. "Yeah, of course! What is it?"

Taking sip of your coffee first, you then reached into your bag and handed him your notebook. Well, one of many... but you knew this one had something you were looking for, and you couldn't reach it by yourself.

Flipping through to the page you wanted him to see, you slid the notebook over too him. "There's someone I know that's been looking to release an EP this year... probably this year, I don't know exactly. Problem is, you can't find their stuff here, only in Detroit. Think you could help me out?"

"Can I?" He almost laughed in relief. "Say no more." Scanning the written contact info that wasn't written in your hand, you watched as he holds the notebook closer to his face as something flickers across his expression. "Hold on a second..." First starting from genuine interest slowly melted to confusion, then familiarity.

You raised a brow. "Is everything alright?"

Suddenly, Sean's gray eyes widened in recognition, and indignation.

"OH, NOT THAT BALD-HEADED BASTARD?!"

...

....

.....

A few weeks later...

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"OH, NOT THAT SMUG FUCKIN TWINK."

Marshall's head snapped up from writing another let of lyrics as he looked at his recently-signed agent, Paul. "The fuck you goin on about man?"

Holding the letter in his hands, Paul looked like he was glaring daggers into the paper. "Not you! It's this guy that I knew from law school, fucking annoying is what he was." Tossing the paper to his table, he sighed as he walked out of the room. "Take a look if you want, apparently his client claims to know you or something. They're waiting for your EP."

'How the hell'd they know already, this fuckin early?' Marshall picked up the paper, lazily scanning through the content that somehow got Paul pissed enough to take a hike. The signed name of the writer, Sean Warden, didn't ring any bells except the one labelled: 'white guy's name', if it wasn't obvious enough.

No one here would name their kid Sean, for fucks sake.

The name of his client however... slowly, but eventually remembering that day they met, even if it was only for a few minutes, was not forgotten on either of them, it seems.

Marshall huffed out a laugh.

"Hoooooooly fuckin shit. That bitch actually did it."

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(End of Chapter 3)

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A/N: HAPPY 1 YEAR AND... *checks calendar* NEARLY THREE MONTHS Y'ALL

Yep.

I think you already know I'm about to apologize again, so uhh... I'm extremely, very sorry? If any of you are still waiting I'm incredibly sorry for the long ass wait. I said previously it was all uphill from here, which was a LIE IT SEEMS

But just to make it up to you all... Chapter 4 is coming THIS WEEK. So there's something to look forward too I hope! Chapter 5 is coming a few weeks after as well. But I hope this suffices for now, thank you for your patience <3

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[burningcheese-merchant]

When Burning Spice was introduced a lot of people made comparison with Capsaicin, and even thought they were related. You have any thoughts on that?

I do, and you're all probably going to be very disappointed lol

Not only do I NOT vibe with the idea that they're related, I'm actually really annoyed that it's as popular as it is lol. It doesn't even make sense. Burning Spice was in prison for thousands of years; when, where and how did he have a kid? At what point in time did this occur? Capsaicin is a young man. A regular mortal, outside of his "Spice Overlord" thing. I ask you all again: when? Where? How? WHY? Has anyone ever actually thought this through?

"ThEy LoOk SiMiLaR" okay, and? So fucking what? Neither of them own the concept of "long hair" or "muscles" or "sharp teeth". Pitaya has those too, and he has an arguably more substantial connection to Capsaicin because they're actually from the same fucking area. Happenstance. Lots of characters in this game have similar attributes, that doesn't necessarily mean anything

"ThEy'Re BoTh SpIcY" Refer to point A. Do you all think all the nut-based cookies are related, too? That's the logic you might as well be operating on. Correlation is not causation

"Blah blah both go 2 jail" you know how many characters in this wack-ass phone game count as felons, bro? How many of them SHOULD count as felons lol? The Cookie Run universe might as well be one giant Alcatraz with all the shit these little affronts to God get up to every day, I ain't making them all each other's relatives because of it

They're the wrong ages for them to be family. Burning Spice was serving a life sentence since long before Capsaicin was even thought of, he literally got out after the guy was already a grown ass man. They're not even from the same fucking CONTINENT! Capsaicin has probably never even HEARD of Beast-Yeast! Even that little comic the CRK Twitter account posted makes fun of all this shit!!! The Wild Spices mistake Cap for Spice from behind, and then get confused when he turns around because THEY VERY CLEARLY DO NOT KNOW WHO HE IS AND HAVE NEVER SEEN HIM BEFORE! Wouldn't an army know if their general had a son, even if it was only mentioned in passing? Wouldn't THIS army have a vested interest in having their general's son around if he existed, and stop at nothing to bring him home should he vanish, to gain favor with Spice and because of how powerful Capsaicin is and how useful he could be to them?

I wouldn't be so bent out of shape about all this if it wasn't LITERALLY FUCKING EVERYWHERE!!! I cannot enjoy any content of Burning Spice OR Capsaicin without having to endure a fucking barrage of "hurr durr father and son" posts!!! I just want to ogle my hot, sexy, deliciously evil spice man BY HIM-FUCKING-SELF in peace, I never asked to have to hear the exact fucking same "hi son I came back with the milk" joke over and over and over again

I know I sound like a massive dick right now and I'm truly sorry. You are more than welcome to think of these two as related in some way if you wish. I am not your mother, nor your leader, nor your god, I'm just some cringe loser on the internet. Enjoy this game and its characters in whatever way you choose. I even actually like a good bit of the father/son art, a lot of it is cute and funny. I'm able and willing to say that with complete sincerity.

I just wish I didn't have to feel like it's being forced on me. That is one of the biggest issues I have with this fandom: how oppressive it often feels. You MUST ship this particular pairing, you MUST headcanon these characters as family, you MUST take this one-off joke that was clearly just a goddamn joke and preach it 24/7/365 like it's the gospel truth that Devsis themselves wrote on stone tablets and delivered from the top of Mount Sinai. And then when someone doesn't want to do that, everyone else descends upon them like a plague of fucking locusts. I actually saw a Dad Spice + Son Cap post on here with the person who made it saying something like "ok since everyone agrees that these two are family [...]" and I just got so fucking irritated. No, actually, not everyone agrees. Not everyone agrees on a lot of the fanon that's shoved down the entire community's throats on a regular basis. PLEASE stop acting like they do. I still remember when people would get flat-out harassed for not acting like Herb is Sea Fairy's son (old ass drama lol).

Say what you will about me, I'm just one person and you can block me or whatever dumb tags I use for my dumb shit. There is NOWHERE I can go to avoid this. Twitter? Plagued. Tumblr? Plagued. Even fucking reddit is on this nonsense (only in my personal opinion). But that's what I get for acknowledging Reddit in any capacity lol

I shall once again sincerely apologize for my harsh tone here, I am not attacking you personally or anyone who headcanons these two as relatives. I am just generally, profoundly frustrated and I need to get it out. I appreciate you taking the time to ask me an honest question, I hope you can forgive me for my painfully honest answer

[sim0nril3y]

Second Meeting

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: Set a few weeks after their first meeting Simon bumps into a familiar face on another night out. Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), mentions of smoking, mentions of alcohol, suggestive conversation, slight mention of smut, canon-typical swearing (I mean, it's Ghost for fuck sake!).

Just how did Simon keep getting dragged onto these nights out? His friends always seemed to talk him around enough, speaking some shit as if he owed them something because he was rarely home these days. They missed him. They wanted to spend some time with him. They wanted him to chase a pretty bird and bed her. Fuckinghell… he was beginning to think that his “friends” really didn’t have his best intentions at heart. A night in watching the football would be ideal, even going down the pub for a quiet one would be preferable to them always dragging him out-out to these dingy little clubs.

It was just a relentless assault on each of his senses. The beer was fucking abysmal. The music was too loud – if you could even call it music. The floor was sticky. It was hot. There were too many people around him. God, these birds must be desperate if they were grinding up against him. It must be because they couldn’t get a good look at him in the light. They couldn’t see the scars and burns that littered him. The tattoos that spread up his arms. Too rigid. Too regimented. Unable to just let loose anymore. Simon simply stood there assessing every little thing about the room.

Once the tension had built too high Simon was quick to excuse himself. Barging unapologetically through the crowd and outside. Fuck, he’d rather be home right now watching the highlights. He knew that Man United won their game, he wanted to watching it, but his mates had insisted that going out-out would be much more fun. Last fucking time that he would listen to them…

“Oh, we’re going to have to stop running into each other like this…” Glancing over his shoulder Simon was somewhat shocked to see you standing angelically under the streetlamps, cigarette burning between your fingers, shuffling from one foot to the other attempting to generate some body heat in another dress that was less that weather appropriate. “You stalking me, kid?” A brow quirked in you direction before you beamed a grin back at him in response, a small silent conversation between you both: so you remembered me... how could I fucking forget?

A musical laugh fell from your lips, daring a few steps closer to him, as if they were more than acquaintances, maybe something closer to friends, or more… “Bet you’d like that.” He saw the way your teeth tugged at your lower lip. Flirting. Tempting. Dangerous. “Been to every club in town just looking for you~” Your tone was teasing and Simon let out a low laugh. “I have to say. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t hear from you.”

“That right?” Simon blew his smoke away from your face as you took a few more daunting steps in his direction. “Fun game, bet you don’t even remember my name.” “Simon~” The name shot from your lips in an instant and fucking hell did he like the way it sounded on your precious, pink lips. “Impressed?” Placing your cigarette between your lips and inhaling sweetly. “There is a really easy way to get rid of me, Simon~” He hated the way his trousers grew a little tighter each time his name rolled off your tongue. “Take me for a drink.” Then shrugging your slight shoulders. “After that, if I don’t interest you, then I’ll disappear and you’ll never hear from me again.”

Those walls he’d built up where beginning to crack and crumble. How did this fuckin’ kid find a way of getting under his skin so effectively? “Fine.” The smile that broke over your face was memorable. “Dog and Duck?” It was a local boozer, one that had a bit of a reputation for being rough. “Or you bit classier than that?”

“I can be whatever you want me to be…” Your playful lilt spoke to him on a level he’d never experienced before. Moving to stand so that he was looming over you, observing that smug little look on your face. “Last chance to go find a boy your own age to play with…” It was more of a plea than it was a suggestion. There was no way that he would be able to resist you if they kept playing this game. He had done such an efficient job to build these walls up to protect other people and to protect himself. He couldn’t just allow you to come in and bulldoze them down. “But the older boys are so much more fun~” Fuck, you were snarky and witty. So much of him loved your attitude but part of it shook him to the very core. Simon knew what he needed to do; humour you. The moment you found out more about him then you would run a mile. He would just be another bad dating story to tell your friends. Until then, he would just humour you.

Masterlist | Ask | 29-08-2023

[steddieas-shegoes]

wrong date

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'wrong date'

rated t | 890 words | cw: mild language | tags: famous corroded coffin, jeff's dad finally accepts he has a rockstar son

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It was supposed to be a special show, not even part of the regular tour. A stop in Indianapolis in a small venue, only 250 tickets sold, a shortened set with a new song list just for this crowd. They'd have merch available specific to this show.

It was a bit of an anniversary show, marking the ten year anniversary of their first time playing in Indy, which is the show that led them to signing their first deal.

It wasn't even a real tour date.

But when their merch arrived for it, they went into panic mode.

"How did they mess up the back?" Jeff was yelling through the phone on the bus, something he never did. "We were clear that this would have the art submitted with the date and location of this one show. It can't have the same back as our tour shirt!"

Frankie and Eddie watched Jeff from the couch as Gareth sat on the counter by the fridge. Normally, Jeff was incredibly calm when faced with a problem, especially one that could definitely be fixed. This could be fixed, though it would be cutting it extremely close to the show date.

"No. Fix it. Get them overnighted. I don't care if it costs you more money. Not having the merch we told fans we would is gonna cost a lot more." Jeff hung up, immediately banging his head against the cabinet in front of him. "It's so simple. They fuck up the simplest thing."

"You good?" Gareth dares to ask while Jeff is having a breakdown.

"How many times do I have to fix shit they fuck up? Why do they even get to be in charge of things if they can't handle it?" Jeff continues, ignoring Gareth's question. "We need a better manager."

"You mean like the last guy we had?" Frankie snorted. "Maybe we could call him in prison and ask him for help while he serves time for tax evasion and embezzlement."

"At least he got us the right fucking shirts!" Jeff argued, but quickly deflated. "I just want this to be perfect."

Gareth made eye contact with Eddie and Frankie before hopping off the counter and standing in front of Jeff. He placed a comforting hand on Jeff's shoulder.

"This wouldn't normally bother you this much. What's goin' on?" He asked.

"My dad's gonna be there."

It all made sense now.

Jeff's relationship with his dad had been...rocky. Not always. In fact, as a child, he was incredibly close to him, and they spend countless hours playing together, taking fishing trips, going to concerts.

But when Jeff started taking music more seriously than school, planning for a future on stage instead of in a college dorm, his dad had a lot of things to say, and none of them were positive. It broke Jeff's heart to lose his support, but it got easier to deal with the more successful they became.

When their recent album debuted at number one, Jeff's dad reached out to let him know he was proud of him. He didn't apologize, or even admit he was wrong, but he was trying a little. It was enough for Jeff from a distance.

But apparently it wouldn't be at a distance anymore.

"He's your VIP ticket?" Eddie asked.

Jeff nodded. "Him and my mom. They heard about it and insisted on coming to see what all the fuss is about."

"Who said there's fuss?" Eddie joked. "No fuss here. Just a lot of people who wanna sleep with us or be us."

"Yeah, I guess they wanted to get the experience without going to a regular show."

"We'll have the best show ever, then. Gotta show them how fuckin' cool you are, right?" Frankie said as he pulled Jeff into a hug.

****

Jeff's parents were the first ones backstage after the show, somehow beating Gareth's parents, Wayne, and Frankie's mom by minutes.

He gave his mom a hug, but hesitated before holding a hand out towards his dad.

Everyone watched as his dad looked down at it, then back up at Jeff.

Jeff dropped his hand, and only his closest friends in the world could see the disappointment on his face.

But his dad's arms wrapped around his shoulders, and the entire room breathed a sigh of relief.

"Proud of you, son. I'm glad you didn't listen to me."

"Really?" Jeff asked against his shoulder, voice wet and rough like he was holding back a sob.

"You're a true rock star. Can't say I ever thought it was possible, but seeing you up there, I know that's where you were meant to be."

When Jeff pulled away, he noticed both of his parents were wearing the shirts that had only arrived at the venue the day before.

Everything was correct this time.

When Jeff's dad turned around to say hi to Frankie's mom, Jeff looked at the date on the back.

"You're fuckin' kidding me," he groaned.

"What?" Eddie asked, watching the door for Wayne.

"They got the date wrong!"

Eddie laughed. "I guess our encore technically played on June 20th, so that's gotta be at least a little right."

"We have to fire our manager," Jeff shook his head. "Today. I'll hire someone off the street. Only qualification is knowing what a calendar looks like."

[perictione00]

Oops!...I Did It Again

Ch 4: Fuck me like you hate me.

Pairing: Nanami x reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, angst, use of curse words.

Synopsis: When life was throwing you uncountable curveballs, an unexpected reunion with your high school friend helped you dodge every single one of them. Coping mechanisms leave you both in a complicated situationship. So what happens when one of you ends up catching feelings? The cliche or the unexpected?

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Ch 3

Fuck me like you hate me? That particular expression from you conveyed the exact opposite of Nanami's sentiment. The dynamics between you two underwent a noticeable shift after that exchange. Previously, you instigated random conversations with him while sharing dinner, but now you steer clear of interactions and instead aggressively approach him with sex on your mind. Suddenly, that was all it was about. Secret visits to his office evolved into regular and conspicuous events. He wasn't complaining; he enjoyed having you in his arms; however, it felt like there was a wall that kept him from reaching you.

"You're doing it again, y'know." He confronted you as he saw your form entering the room.

"Doing what again?" you inquired, diligently drying your hair.

"Pushing me out-"

"You're just too big for me, but I promise I'll try to make it fit this time." You replied playfully.

Kento audibly sighed at the apparent endeavor on your part to ignore his inquiry with an innuendo. His gaze traced your motions, uncertain if you intended to swiftly segue into intimate matters or address the pending discussion. The predictability manifested as you opted for the former, leaving your bathrobe on the floor, settling onto his lap, adjusting your damp tresses, and drawing him closer, close enough to kiss. Your mere presence proved intoxicating, and despite his earnest attempts to grapple with his dilemmas, the overpowering sensation of your lips meeting his was enough to conquer his doubts and uncertainties. And right when he had started to drown himself in the kiss, you pulled away. It looked like you wouldn't listen to him, so he decided to speak your language and give into you.

What were you doing to him? You pondered as you observed every detail on his face that reflected nothing but his unwavering devotion to you. He was a great person, and yet you could never be the same as him. A lingering feeling of fear, borne of past disappointments and betrayals, veiled your sentiments. You had experienced them far too many times from far too many people you considered close. Your trust was fractured by the scars of abandonment etched by some friends, some endgames, who left you when they were bored. Were you the problem? Were you the catalyst for their departures? You don't know. There's one thing you know for sure, though: you are never going to grant anyone that power over you. You're never going to surrender dominion over your emotions or believe in anyone because people suck no matter how perfect they appear to be on the outside. You are tired of being on the receiving end of pain. Maybe now you'll take your sweet time giving it. Kento appears to be flawless, and that's uncanny because you don't know what you'll do if he leaves you like everyone else. So you have decided to own him without having him—an attempt to possess without being possessed—to lay claim to his heart without the surrender of your own, as yours remains beyond his grasp.

Kento lithely guided you onto the plush mattress, divesting himself of his shirt. A heavy breath escaped him as he traced a path of delicate kisses along your neck. Captivated by the allure of your taut nipples, he indulged in drawing one into his mouth while ardently caressing the other, savoring the sensation of your hands entwined firmly in his tousled locks. Sucking indelible marks on your bosom, he earned fervent moans from you. Intertwining his fingers into yours, he slowly moved down to your pussy. Interlocking his fingers with yours, he moved down to your pussy to bestow his attention upon the realm of your desire.

"Ah, Kento!" Your limbs entwined around his head, where his adept mouth and tongue worked a beguiling dance upon your sloping core, his hands asserting control over your hips. The vice of your thighs clamped down upon his head, giving him an unspoken insistence to continue his abuse, and so he did. Swiftly, Nanami wasted no time, seamlessly immersing himself between your parted legs.

"Don't move," he commanded as his sizable hands encircled your hips, conveying a tacit warning to stay still when you tried to move away due to the overwhelming sensitivity.

“K-Kento, I'm coming.” You whimpered while grinding your cunt against his tongue, riding through your orgasm.

Without a break, he pulled you onto his lap, seating you with your back leaning against his chest and his already-leaking cock rubbing against your bare cunt. Keeping one thick arm around your waist and the other holding your jaw, he kissed you passionately as he entered your warmth.

"Shi-shit, hah-...fuck" Curses slipped out of his mouth as your wet pussy swallowed up his whole length. He started drilling his cock into you at a dizzying speed, snapping his hips against yours.

"Does this feel like I hate you?" He asked in between his thrusts.

There it was again. Why doesn't he understand that the thrill will be lost the moment they commit? Why can't he just continue this no-strings-attached relationship? Why can't he accept that this feeling of love won't last and all that will be left of it will be dispair?

"A-answer me?" He questioned you as he violently rubbed fast circles on your clit and mouthed at your neck, savoring your taste.

"No."

This wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. It frustrated him to no end that you would go to such lengths just to deny his questions. Pounding relentlessly into your cunt, his tight hold on your waist left bruises.

"Umf-yesh...jus like tha..." You arched your back as he started thrusting at an animalistic pace, each stroke greater and more urgent than the last. You were nearing your climax once again. His teeth pulled at your bottom lip, kissing you over and over as you continued bouncing on his cock. You came with a high-pitched squeal, causing his jaw to clench as he felt your pussy spasm around him.

A series of guttural groans escaped his lips as he climaxed within your embrace. Exhaling deeply, he gazed upon you, a glistening sheen of sweat enveloping your entire form. Your disheveled, damp locks clung haphazardly, yet in this disarray, you appeared flawless. The most beautifully perfect being. Why couldn't you view yourself through his lens?

"I can't do this anymore." He smiled softly, his eyes gleaming with tears.

"What? Why? Is the sex not good?" Why was he doing this?

"Can we be something more than this?" He asked hopelessly, almost sounding tired.

"Where's this coming from?" You inquired.

"Answer me."

"What the fuck is this-"

"Why can't you see it?!" His sorrowful voice gave away his dispair.

"I dunno what you're talking about. Y'know what? Let's take a breather." You stated to avoid the matter at hand.

"No... please. I need to know."

"Kento, let's not-"

"I love you."

"No. Don't do this."

"I love you-"

"Stop it!" you screamed, gasping, a tear escaping your eye. "It's not worth it; let's act like this never happened."

"I can't-"

"Why not? What more can you want? I'm giving you everything, aren't I?"

"I want you." Nanami embraced you in a hug. "I want all of you, and I'm willing to wait."

You pulled away.

"There's nothing there for you to wait for. I don't want you if I can't have you like this. I'm sorry, Kento, but I guess you will only ever be just another good fuck for me."

Series Masterlist

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Real talk for a moment.

So it's not that I don't worry about engagement at all. I mean, I am posting my silly pixel people's adventures over a social media account and not just in my private virtual journal or something. But as long as I get people interacting with me/my posts and who seem to enjoy my gameplay and I experience some sense of community, I'm usually not so pressed about the actual numbers?

That said: yesterday I made the decision to use the photography function in the Moschino pack for the first of Simply Lilac's fashion features - and I hated it. I couldn't believe how many photos were ruined by the flash, especially considering that our photographer (Dodo) was maxed out in that skill and I'd set up the area like a proper studio. The entire time I was pausing and exiting the game to check that I had at least one shot of every pose that hadn't been ruined before I continued on to the next one. And while Happy Pills managed to salvage the shots somewhat, if you polish a turd even with the nicest silkiest cloth, then well - it's still a turd.

You wouldn't believe it from the end product, but in total it took me over four hours.

Basically I had to force myself to go through with my plans and post the screenshots at all. I was really tempted to scrap the post but at this point, I'd sunk too much time into it. I'd get a few supportive comments from my 'regulars,' I'd figured, and at least have tried something new. And then I'd never do another again.

But then came the reblogs, the likes and the comments. Considering how maddening I'd found the entire process and how disappointed I was by the end product, they really meant a lot to me 🥲. While I'll need to rethink the whole in-game photography issue (the sims look much better in CAS but I also like them interacting with each other in shots?), I'm now feeling reinvigorated about this whole side project and have plants to do more. And one hundred percent of that is down to you guys.

So I'm not really sure where I'm going with this except that if you see someone on your dash who is pushing themselves out of their comfort zone and trying something new, please give them a little love. People being supportive and seemingly enjoying at least some aspects of the post (Moschino pack, you're still on probation) renewed my own sense of joy from it and made the difference between me never doing something like this again, and now not only having plans for a second but actually looking forward to it.

Simblr, you're alright sometimes. 🥰

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

How do you think s6 will handle power scaling with the team and ‘adult powers’?

For the class there are so many heroes that it’s hard to think they will all get development as part of the team, and they are completely absent from the trailers we have seen so far so we know they are absent from some fights so it seems like they will just be used as accessories.

As for the powers, the lucky charm was always the “I win” button for the show, with the only jeopardy being the risk of it taking to long and needing to de transform and try again. With unlimited uses it feels like the stakes are all gone. So either lucky charm and cataclysm are used sparingly for drama or that the powers are less effective since it could take multiple to defeat a villain. It would have made sense to develop adult right before the series finale to put them even with the big bad, but since it wasn’t the series finale it just seems like regular akuma should be no threat anymore.

I have no idea what they're going to do. As you've said, they pulled a series-ending upgrade or, at least, the sort of upgrade that should result in massive changes to the type of enemies we're dealing with, but I doubt that canon will deliver those types of changes. It would be too big a shift to the standard formula.

The stakes were usually pretty low in canon since the Lucky Charm is such a broken power (which is fine in a low-stakes kids show, btw), but with the infinite use issue, the larger team, and the villain no longer having ties to the heroes, it does feel like the stakes have never been lower. I think this is going to be another case of them immediately backtracking everything that the season final set up or, at least, executing the setup in the least exciting way possible.

The season ended with all the temp heroes getting outed? That's crazy! What is Ladybug going to do?

Oh, she's going to keep giving out the miraculous to those people and Gabriel is going to give up on tracking them down after one feeble attempt to use his new god-tier knowledge. Cool.

The season ended with Gabriel getting all the miraculous? That's crazy! How is Ladybug going to get them back?

Oh, she's going to quickly forget about that issue and focus on romance drama instead, barely thinking about the enslaves Kwamis because there's a cute boy to kiss. Cool. Not even remotely disappointing.

The season ended with all the temp heroes getting the miraculous full time? That's crazy! What is canon going to do?

Probably still treat them like temp heroes with the new holders only showing up when Ladybug asks them to be there or maybe canon will ship them all off somewhere else so they can't help. Who knows? Either way, I wouldn't hold my breath for anything exciting. The show never delivers on its setups so I would caution you to temper your expectations to match past performance.

[darlingggdearest]

Thank you for accepting Enmu requests! Not many write about him. Can I ask for yandere Enmu headcanons please? 👉👈

YANDERE ENMU HEADCANONS

Thank you so much for requesting!!

WARNING: Yandere, Enmu being gross.

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+ PLEASE yandere Enmu would be SO hard to get off your back. He wants to be around you all the time and won't hesitate to show it.

+ I feel as though Enmu would be very patient with his darling. Stalking them for months waiting for the *perfect* moment to snatch you away. Not to mention the patience he has for you when he does have you in his grasp. You're kicking and screaming with your limbs tied in extra tight ropes. And he'll just be sitting next to you with his head nuzzled in your neck, gently drawing shapes on your arm with his claw, of course that's not passive aggressive at all.

+ "Darling, there's no reason to be scared! I'm not going to hurt you, my love, please calm down."

+ If you were a regular human, then he would have just knocked you out with his blood demon art, however, he kind of likes it... Of course he wants you to be happy with him, but he can't deny that he doesn't get an absolute thrill of seeing you so helpless under his thumb.

+ But soon your little moment of terror peace is gone and the train is close to boarding. Enmu is a little disappointed that he never got you to calm down from your "temper tantrum", but he reminds himself that this is your first day with him. So he's not mad.

+ Enmu presses his head against yours, using his blood demon art to make you drift off into a timeless sleep. You don't, or really can't fight back that much, your energy being too used up to keep you awake. So you fall limp, right into Enmu's lap. He picks you up bridal style and carries you to the back of the train where the luggage was being kept, and sets you down gently behind a crate so you wouldn't be noticed.

+ Alright, lets have a chat. I see most of the time yandere Enmu is displayed as being in a more submissive role in most fanfiction. Of course that's fine, however I don't see him playing the same role for someone who is weaker than him (a human). As we know, Enmu is a kiss up to anyone who is more powerful than him, but when we're talking about someone weak who he's obsessed with, It would make sense if the opposite dynamic took place. He is your god. Not the other way around.

+ Does he expect worship? That depends on you. He expects you to let him do as he pleases whenever he wants, (cuddles, kisses, *zesty jazz music starts playing*) however, unless you've been bad, I don't think he would care if you downright worship him or not. But don't get me wrong, if you've done something in an act of rebellion, or have threw one to many curses at him he won't hesitate to grab you by your jaw and stare you down, scolding you for whatever you had done.

+ "My dear, you're really testing me today aren't you?"

+ he also likes to remind you he's more powerful than you in much more subtle ways too. He forces you to make direct eye contact with him. This way (because his blood demon art revolves around putting people to sleep with his eyes) you forever have a reminder of what he could do to you if he wanted to.

+ Enmu plans on turning you into a demon, soon. Maybe a year after he takes you. This way he would be able to live with you forever, like he has always wanted. And a little bonus to that is you would be by his side more often because of the threat of demon slayers.

+ Trying to escape? H. E. L. L. N. O.

+ You'd get caught within seconds. And not only that, but that is the only thing thing that makes Enmu truly angry. You don't want to see Enmu at his angriest. R.I.P. your leg.

+ Overall 8/10 on the yandere scale. Good luck.

Thank you for reading!

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 101 }

nonsense.

rei suwa x fem.reader

{ i'll be honest, lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense; cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in... }

there was a regular who often came to your bookstore with his daughter-

and you were crushing on him hard.

the first time you had ever seen him was during a rainy afternoon. you had spent that morning placing your new order of books on the shelves to sell, making sure to give the latest releases and new authors the attention they deserved. due to it being a slow day, you figured you wouldn't have many customers and spent most of your time reorganizing your shelves.

you were in the midst of going through your inventory when you heard the doorbell jingle, alerting you to an incoming customer. you smooth out your hair and stand back to your full height, ready to greet your customer and ask them if they needed help finding anything-

only to have your voice and words become lodged within your throat.

the customer who just walked in had to be the most attractive man you had ever laid your eyes on. he wore a fitting black shirt with a pair of jeans, donning some comfortable sneakers. with long locks of ebony hair, and deep eyes the color of a moonless night, you couldn't stop yourself from drinking him in. you watch as his full lips remain parted as a calm expression paints his handsome features.

he didn't say a single word, yet still, you found your cheeks warming up from the mere sight of him. your brain felt like it was fried, and each time you tried to speak to him, the sudden sensation of butterflies erupting all across your abdomen made it difficult for you to focus as you slowly began to feel nauseous.

his eyebrows were furrowed, and before he could ask you what was wrong, you felt your voice come out in an embarrassing squeak, "h-hello! how can i help you?!"

you wince at how the quality of your voice became so loud, internally cringing as you mentally berated yourself for looking so foolish in front of this handsome stranger. dear god, it was almost like you had never spoken with a man before-

although admittedly, he had to be one of the most beautiful people you have ever spoken to.

not seeming to mind your sudden outburst, you see a tiny smile decorating at his full lips, hands reaching back to scratch at his head when he tells you, "my daughter's birthday is coming up, and i wanted to get her something nice. do you have any recommendations for a 16 year old teenager?"

your heart sank at the realization that he was potentially married, yet still, you were able to hide your disappointment and flash this handsome man a smile. "but of course! f-follow me!"

you lead him towards the young adult section, picking out two novels you were certain his daughter would enjoy. both novels were coming of age novels that displayed the heroine in a very realistic light. along with the novels, you decided to throw in a ribbon-like bookmark for free as a gift.

the man seems grateful for your selection, and as you rang up the books at the register, you tell him with a bit of a sad smile, "your wife and daughter must be lucky to have you."

the sudden silence was deafening, turning awkward when you carefully bag the books and slide it over to him. the man appeared...shy, with his mouth half open in a gape as he held his jet black debit card towards you, yet still, you didn't take it from his grip so as to not appear rude.

finally snapping out of his trance, he shakes his head and places his card within the machine, paying for the transaction. as you printed out the receipt for him to sign, he clears his throat and admits to you.

"i'm not married."

his sudden admission makes the butterflies erupt once more, causing you to look up at the man with a bit of a hopeful gleam in your gaze. his expression was gentle, sporting a bit of a smirk as his lips were tilted upwards with a bit of a smug expression. "it's kind of complicated, but it doesn't change the fact that i love my daughter a lot."

once he signs the receipt, he takes the bag of books and thanks you for helping him. your eyes were still in a daze even after he leaves, and once you were truly alone in your bookstore did you look down at his signature,

"rei suwa..." you repeat his name a few times, smiling and giggling just the tiniest bit, feeling as though the name suits him.

ever since that rainy evening where your first meeting with rei took place, you often found yourself daydreaming of him, wondering if he would come back and whether his daughter enjoyed the novels you had picked out for her. your mind would think up of scenarios where you would meet again, filling you with even more butterflies as your heart raced almost immediately at the thought of seeing him once more.

and lucky for you, you didn't have to wait long for his return.

nearly a week later, you were met with rei and his daughter once more. as you were in the midst of ordering more books for your store, you felt a gentle hand give you a tap on your shoulder, catching your attention.

you turn around to see an achingly cute girl with short, brown hair and golden brown eyes. her smile was wide as a cute blush dyes at her cheeks. as you look down, you saw that she held in her hands the two books you had recommended to rei as birthday gifts for his daughter's birthday.

"hello! m-my name is miri, and i wanted to thank you for these books! papa rei told me he bought me these books from your store, and i loved them so much!"

"ah, i'm so happy you enjoyed them!" this girl was so cute! you could see why rei loved her; and truly, if she was your daughter, you may have had the urge to spoil her as well.

"i loved these books so much, and when papa rei told me how he bought them from the pretty bookstore lady, i had to come and meet you myself!" miri was giggling, her confession about what rei had you filling you with a sudden warmth felt deep within your chest.

"ah- miri! what did i tell you about saying such weird things like that!" you recognized his voice, this time with a hint of panic heard from his tone. you watch him from your periphery, appearing shy as he mumbles something beneath his breath.

the cute teen giggles once more before excusing herself to one of the aisles, leaving you alone with rei once more. your heart was pounding when you face him, and you prayed that your palms wouldn't start sweating in response to the way your face was quickly heating up.

the silence that lingered between you and rei was something you weren't sure you could ever change or get rid of, but... you knew you had to do something if you truly wanted to get closer to him.

deciding it was best to just be yourself, you end up giving rei a wide smile before telling him, "so, i am the pretty bookstore lady?"

you nearly let out a laugh when rei chokes at your question, hiding his embarrassment when he coughs into his hand. "i didn't know what else to call you since i don't know your name."

filled with a sudden surge of confidence that rei found you to be pretty, you step forward and finally tell him the syllables that make up your name. his eyes seem to shine upon hearing your name, with him repeating it, as if tasting it against his lips for the first time.

his smile was enough to send another wave of butterflies to course through your very veins when he tells you his own name, feeling the pinpricks of something beginning to bloom inside of you as you stood next to rei.

the following days were spent building what felt like a friendship; rei would often come to your bookstore with miri, and sometimes with his literal partner in crime, kazuki, who was the third member of their found family.

each time rei visits your store, you recommend books for him to read, while he in turn tells you bits and pieces of his life.

the more you got to know him, the more you wished to tear down the walls that seemed to surround his heart. your crush on him was slowly but surely developing into something that was much stronger. rei suwa was no longer the man that made your heart twist into knots, causing you to babble nonsensical words each time he was near-

he was the man you wanted and desired to get to know better. each time you ask him in passing about his past, the forlorn and distant look in his eyes would make your heart clench as you listen to him tell you, "my past doesn't matter all that much. after all, i'm still here, living, right?"

it was clear that rei was keeping himself shielded, preventing anyone from truly getting closer to him. you knew what you felt for him was becoming genuine, your yearning to be by his side and share his burdens seeming to grow-

it seemed as though you and rei were caught in a dance, on the cusp of becoming more than friends, but neither parties wishing to acknowledge or act on these budding emotions. based on your instinct alone, you knew rei felt something for you if he made an effort to come by your store so often, simply just to see you and talk to you, even without purchasing a book.

so you decided to finally make the first move.

your heart was racing with anticipation, waiting for the day rei would return. so as to not wallow in your sudden anxious thoughts, you busy yourself with tidying up the shelves and putting back misplaced books, humming the tune to your favorite song as the hours slowly pass by.

it was around mid-afternoon when rei appears in your store, catching your attention as you saw him carrying a bag of your favorite carryout in his hand. the sudden kind gesture was enough to make your heart melt for him, eyes turning misty at how thoughtful he was.

"hey, i figured you needed a bit of a pick-me-up. i got the usual from your favorite takeout place." normally, the scent of your favorite foods would make your mouth water, but not this time-

now that rei was standing directly in front of you, you knew you had to act fast before you began to lost your nerve and became a coward.

"thank you so much, rei! just place it on the counter!"

he hums in agreement, giving you time to grab the novel you wanted to give him as you held it close to your chest. when rei faces you, you hold out the book for him to take, hoping that he wouldn't hear the way your heart was racing.

his brows were lifted up in question, "what's this?"

"ah, it's a book that i think y-you'd enjoy!" damn, your stutter had returned, and rei was growing even more suspicious with your behavior. with a furrowed expression on his face, he takes the novel you had recommended to him, "alright then, how much do i owe you?"

you bite down on your bottom lip, shaking your head vehemently while telling him, "c-consider this as a thank you for buying me f-food!"

he gives you a head tilt before letting out a rich chuckle, keeping the book tucked safely within his arm while thanking you. "okay, thank you for the book. and i suppose we're even now."

rei tells you how he needed to go and run some errands, making you nod your head as you told him to take his time when reading the book. with your heart felt pounding within your throat, you watch as rei leaves, heart already racing painfully within your chest at what was to come.

{ ... }

when rei returns home with a few bags of groceries in hand, he keeps the book you had recommended to him, holding it against his chest while he settles the bags on the counter.

thinking of you fills his heart with warmth, and admittedly, he couldn't deny how deeply you made him feel. either he was too obvious, or miri was just that observant. she knew from the start that he had felt something for you, the pretty bookstore lady, and teased him about his eagerness to see you again.

but he wasn't that great at dealing with such emotions, never before experiencing what it was like to be in a normal relationship. when he told kazuki his concerns, his best friend merely rolls his eyes before giving him a hard slap on his back, telling him to 'man up,' before leaving with his date for the night.

in many ways, rei was jealous at kazuki for seemingly being able to make such connections so easily. perhaps it was due to his naturally introverted nature that he found it so difficult to talk to you.

recalling his interaction with you just a few hours ago, he could tell that you were nervous when giving him this book. it was made to be glaringly obvious with how fidgety you were once the book was in his hand. completely ignoring the groceries, he looks down at the novel and opens it to the first page-

only to see a series of numbers written in a hurried scrawl along with a simple note:

i want to get to know you better. will you give me this chance?

a sudden grin was felt forming against rei's lips, and he couldn't hide it even if he tried. were you really making it this easy for him? and was he perhaps that obvious to you as well?

he had to fight back the urge to laugh; to let out all these incoming emotions as happiness was felt surging through him. taking out his phone, he saves your number within his contacts, his thumb hovering over your name as he gathers himself.

letting out a deep sigh, rei presses on your name, calling you with his heart pounding within his chest. within a few rings, he hears you answer with a breathless, "hello?"

just hearing the sound of your voice was enough to make him smile when he asks, "would you like to join me for dinner tonight?"

a.n. - AHHH I AM SO SORRY FOR MY LONG ABSENCE! college has been rough on me, and i was uncertain if i would even survive this semester. BUT! i'm alright, i survived and i'm back with a brand new story for papa rei 🥹 i hope you readers enjoy it, and i apologize for any mistakes!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[nyewclear]

I got curious wondering if there was a "bad ending" to cc so i did the unthinkable & was mean to Artemis (i know, how dare I hurt the bby)

ofc no bad endign but it was still nice to play through it again & see what happens if you be mean :]

you're right in thinking that there is no bad ending :-) i don't really think there are too many "mean" choices aside from the deliberate rudeness when you first meet them... and i suppose rejecting their requests for physical intimacy could be considered mean, but i gave options for those for a reason. cryptid coffeehouse was specifically written so that regardless of how you played, nothing would change. i've played a lot of dating simulators in my time, and i've discovered that a really common trend in play experiences is the worry you're going to say things that the romantic interest doesn't like. this is gonna be a longer answer so strap in!

i find that there's something very fascinating about the psychological impulses players have when playing dating simulators. often times, games are created to make you feel like you have to "win." there are bad endings and good endings, and if you get a bad ending, you feel like you "lose." this feeling can be really devastating, especially if you've logged a bunch of hours in whatever you're playing. you feel like you need to cater to what you think the romantic interest will like, and you find yourself thinking, "i wouldn't say this in real life, but i know they'll like it if i say this instead, so i'll pick that." you pick choices you generally wouldn't if you were playing as yourself because you don't want to "lose" and be met with the disappointing feeling of not getting a successful ending.

another thing to consider on this front is the nature of dating simulators as a whole. the whole concept of romance is a really vulnerable and personal one, and by bringing yourself into a play experience that simulates it, you're allowing yourself to be vulnerable and personal with the game you're playing. there's this idea that circulates around the web that fiction doesn't affect reality but it does. the fiction we consume on a regular basis not only makes us feel a specific way in the moment, but it changes the way we see the world around us. dating simulators show us what romance and relationships with others can be. they can inspire us to think deeper about the relationships with those close to us, about the world we live in, about ourselves and our desires as people.

on that note, i really wanted to build a game that allowed players to forgo the stress of trying to become someone they're not for the love interest. instead of needing to cater to the wants and needs of the love interest (showing that the game is about the character rather than the one playing), i wanted to make a game where players could navigate the world as their real selves and have the characters respond to that. none of the characters will ever get mad at you or weird about saying no to them or electing to not do something or whatever. artemis is a character that loves the player in all their forms. i thought that was a really important thing to show. i wanted players to be able to be themselves and realize that, yeah, they could be who they truly are and still have people in this world that love them so dearly. because really, at the end of the day, cryptid coffeehouse isn't about artemis or odina or kurou or anyone else. it's a game about you and the joy you find in the ones you love! i hope that feeling translates over into players' real lives and shows them that they don't have to change for anyone, that they can be themselves and have all the things they deserve. i didn't want to make a game about "winning" a relationship with artemis at the end. i wanted to make a game about how they were always meant to be there to love you, no matter what kind of person you are.

[superloves4]

I detested every minute of drawing that horse, I will do it again!

Anyway, I hoped I would get this out before the end of the year, alas it became the first artwork of the year instead. It's the comic I mentioned in my wips notes, and yeah, I know it doesn't make much sense for Fëanor to not recognize Miriel but I needed it for the plot, okay 😭​

Plot explanation + Nerdanel bonus under the cut:

Very well, I had this idea stuck in my head for a while due to my dissatisfaction with many post reembodiment fëanorian fic (don't get me wrong, I enjoy the heck out of those fics, they just happen to not fully scratch the itch) and how it's either the fëanorian basically throwing themselves to the ground to apologize to those they hurt, something I don't really see happening, apologizing requires a lot of vulnerability, it's something very raw that I just can't see the fëanorians being able to do right off the halls (and I'm not giving the Valar any credit *harunf*) or, it goes the opposite direction, and none of the fëanorians apologize at all and it's just accepted with at most some control from the Valar, I just can't accept this while also assume they just went back to their regular places in Tirion no problem besides some people being mildly mad at them.

So this was my concoction, the first two stories wouldn't be about Fëanor at all actually, it would be an Aretyel and a Curufinrod stories running concurrently:

The first one is about Aredhel not initially wanting to ever see Celegorm after he used her as a motivation to hurt Luthien, but after Maeglin reembodiement she thinks that if she can take her son back maybe she should give her former friend a chance.

The second is initially basically Curufinrod through the ages as Finrod decides to talk to Curufin despite his better reason saying otherwise, Curufin is at first very scathing and refuses any talk at all but after a difficult conversation with Ëarwen (which is mostly her calling him a bitch) Curufin decides to reevaluate his past with Finrod, eventually reaching Celebrimbor (who is a curufinrodion in this) and their complicated relationship

And then finally, the Fëanor one, it begins some time after the others already began but runs with them as well, the beginning is basically this comic, Fëanor arrives and finds no one besides the woman he doesn't know is Miriel and accepts staying with her rather than trying to talk with his brothers, the truth is that Vairë sent the wrong hour to Arafinwë so that Miriel would get time with her son (Miriel doesn't know this, she also thinks they just left Fëanor alone) (Vairë also thought that at most she would mildly inconvenience a perfectly well paid envoy that at most would get a disappointed look from the king, never imagining that Nerdanel would show up as well)

(Considering having shorted parts for Maglor, who already had his therapy sessions in Rivendell, meeting Maedhros and Elwing again, and another for Caranthir finding out that he and Haleth had a child, Erestor, and not knowing how to go about it)

Bonus:

[anonymous-dentist]

I'm going to be honest and say that I do not give a single fuck about the Federation and the workers. And why would I? they were the main villains a couple of months ago but now I'm supposed to feel bad because Fred, who admitted to know about quackity's torture and apparently participated in whatever happened to either Antoine or Pierre (I don't remember right now), is dead? I'm sorry for Tubbo, but I laughed when I saw it.

It is so ridiculous to me that now, after months of hating the Federation, some islanders want to defend the workers. Or how now I'm supposed to feel empathy for the organisation that has kidnapped, torture, brainwashed and killed people.

And now, with the addition of the eye guy, we have three (four, if you count the residents. something not even the admins seem to be doing lately) different factions that we know nothing about. What's the Federation goal and motives? who knows. What does the Rebellion want and what are the codes? keep watching to find more cryptic books that explain not a thing. The fuck is going on with the eye guy, what does he want? wouldn't you like to know that.

It feels as if the residents now have to seat and watch passively and just accept whatever happens, because no matter how much they might what to try, their actions won't affect the story whatsoever.

sorry for the long rant, I'm really passionate about the server but since the eggs' disappeared i've only been disappointed with its direction

I feel like people have seen a few of the workers act chill and decided that all the workers are doing their jobs against their wills and that they’re all good people being forced to do bad things. And, sure, some workers are like that, like Walter Bob. But also? Many of them aren’t. It’s a complex situation, but we the audience have only seen a handful of workers. We haven’t even scratched the surface! Because like. What about the guys who pulled out Child Baghera’s feathers? What about that mysterious thing the Federation had that scared Child Cellbit to the point of abandoning his beloved sister in a panic and trying to swim away from Point goddamn Nemo? When Child Cellbit said, “Don’t trust the workers”, he meant all of them, and he was such an optimistic kid that he had to have had a GOOD reason to say that

Like when people say that it’s wrong for Cellbit to kill all these workers I obviously agree because Murder Is Wrong. But also?

THE FEDERATION IS ACTIVELY HOLDING EVERYBODY ON THIS ISLAND HOSTAGE

Nobody would’ve gone to Purgatory if they weren’t on the island. The Brazilians legitimately crashed by accident and weren’t allowed to leave. The Feds purposefully sabotaged the French’s plane. Every single hardship the islanders have faced since the start of the series is because the Federation essentially kidnapped them and they’re holding them hostage and torturing and killing and brainwashing them. They’re literal human experiments! Why would I feel bad for the organization actively breaking literally just So Many Geneva Conventions?

Like, sure, Fred liked Tubbo, but Fred also enjoyed Quackity being tortured and brainwashed. Fred helped operate on Pierre. Fred seemingly had connections with the Eye and Cucurucho.exe. It sucks that they’re dead, but like. Okay? I feel bad for Tubbo, but Fred knowingly helped torture and possibly even kill who knows how many individuals over their time with the Federation. They were a higher-up. They had some amount of free will.

So do the regular workers, actually, because these Fed Streams have showed us that the workers have personalities. We know that there are rebels in the workforce. There’s an office culture. Workers sabotage Federation equipment (ie the coffee machine) and get away with it.

The workers (outside of Walter Bob) only started having personalities in September after the eggs disappeared, and on a meta level it’s because the admins A) wanted something to do and B) because the writers suddenly needed to show how incompetent the Feds apparently are because like. The Eye, ig. And people only started caring when the workers were dying, which only ended up villainizing both q and ccCellbit yet again (because the fandom’s favorite hobby is hating Brazilians.)

[rev-xce]

Not to be existentially critical but sometimes, i feel like being a artist is the only value i have. Family and people who see my skills think its talent but i still had to draw for so many years until i got to this point. I'm proud of my art here and there and then I'm suddenly disappointed in my current skills. it rly does feel like my personality goes back to being a artist in itself and its neither unpleasant or bad because I still like doing art. But if i were to stop being a artist i wouldn't know what to do with myself.

School is honestly going fine, i have art assignments but they are doable. I just feel forlorn these days and it feels like the art I want to do for myself, is regressing to a stage where its reclaiming all my previous art flaws. Maybe its because of my schoolwork where i draw what my grades want or its just regular artblock.

I'm still going to draw ofc, i just wanted to say what i had to say today.

[lunaetis]

PSA. i am a slow writer, and not a social creature.

i just want to make a post addressing this in the light of things that had been brought to my attention recently. i rarely if ever initiate a conversation especially in chats or DMs. 90% of the time the ones who still talk to me on regular basis are the ones who poke me regardless of how dead i have been since our last conversation, and i want to say how much i appreciate you guys for being understanding with me on that front. for tolerating me dropping off the conversation or unable to keep it going for long. or rarely messaging you guys first or sending unprompted asks whether ic or ooc. i know i am bad at it. and i'm sorry if i ever made anyone feel neglected by that.

i wake up at 5:40AM daily, spent 1-2 hours driving to work, work from 9-6, then another 1-2 hours drive back home. i usually have about 2-4 hours daily for leisure. i work a relatively stressful job with strict deadlines and responsibilities, so often enough my social battery is drained by the time i get home. if i don't respond to your messages, it's nothing personal, i promise. i'm just exhausted from work and irl things.

if you see me prioritizing some threads / muses / writing, again, it's nothing personal. with limited time that i could write, i tend to let my muses decide what they want to do and write what comes to me the easiest. sometimes they cooperate with me on things, sometimes they don't. i am just human, i do have partners who my muses and i tend to gravitate towards for various reasons. they're either my long-term mutuals, good friends of mine, or our muses and/or muns chemistry click really well that writing comes easy. however, that doesn't mean i don't want to write with you. i'm just slow, that's all. i do want to write with new people, and i try to do so. but i'm easily overwhelmed and take on more things than i could. that's on me, as well.

sorry if this comes out of the blue, but it needs to be said. i'm incredibly sorry if i have disappointed any of you by not meeting your expectations or have kept any of you waiting long for content from me. i do want to write with as many people as i could, but even i know it's impossible to write with everyone. i do try to reach out whenever time and energy permits, and i'm sorry if i let any of you down with promises or plots that didn't get to be explored.

for those who read up to this point, thank you for taking the time to read this. and thank you for those who still choose to stick with me even though i take forever to get to things. thank you everyone who had been so understanding and patient with me all these years. i wouldn't have still been here if it weren't for you. so thank you. i love you.