#well that's unrelated. gotta finish eating and stuff.

[danieyells]

Someone requested yuri and ritsu's voicelines last night and i was like. Huh. I could've sworn i already did ritsu's. I'll do his first then.

Woke up this morning to THREE MORE PEOPLE REQUESTING YURI LMAO he's one of my favorites(and just. Genuinely has funny home screen dialogue.) so. Happy people wish to learn about him haha

I GOT HALFWAY THROUGH RITSU'S BEFORE I HAD TO STOP FOR THE NEW CHAPTER AND GO TO SLEEP so his will still come out first, maybe tonight. But the next voicelines will be ritsu and yuri lol.

[cregansdingdong]

imagine cregan and y/n breaking the bed one night just because of his sheer strength and muscle whilst pounding her, ik the conversation with the winterfell wood crafter would be awks as hell afterwards whilst asking for it to be repaired 😇😇

IM HAVING A PROPHETIC VISION, ANON.

At this point, Cregan and his boo thang are just going to have to become familiar with the man. There is no other option, because your choices are either to have this embarrassing conversation a multitude of times with multiple woodcrafters or just one. Because if y'all think this is a one-time thing, you are terribly mistaken.

Cregan is a very passionate person in bed, regardless if he's on top or not. He wants to make sure the two of you are satiated—that does mean the bed will snap like a twig under a boot i dont make the rules i just work here. Personally, I find the actual deliverance of the bedframe to be the most mortifying. Firstly, that big ass broken bed has to be dismantled and removed, if it's not fixable, which takes manpower, and then the new one brought into the Great Keep and put together. Otherwise, the woodcrafter is going to have to make a house call and show up with his tools and planks, walking toward your marital chambers which is embarrassing too :)

ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. (thoughts ver.)

NSFW stuff under the cut. 18+ only. I'm not responsible for the content you choose to consume. ty.

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That familiar groan under his weight should've been the first warning sign, but Cregan was too distracted to notice. He was lapping at her pretty cunt, tongue delving as deep as he could go and as thorough as he could be without the motions being too unsteady. Alright maybe he did notice initially, but the thought was very quickly shoved to the back of his mind—especially when his pretty wife was trying to rock herself onto his nose, letting out the most quiet of whimpers muffled by their sheets. His ears were focused on her and her only.

With her pearl rubbing against his bridge and his cock feeling so strained in his trousers, no one could really blame him for forgetting about the delicate state of the bed in an instant. Last time they’d gotten particularly frantic in their lovemaking, there had been a low snap somewhere beneath the mattress, a taunt that he was probably too hefty to be moving so much. But winter was coming, a man’s gotta eat…in more ways than one.

By the time he’d recalled they should begin to take it easy on the bed, he was already balls deep behind her, hands gripping the flesh of her ass like a lifeline. He was suffocating in the best way, cock nestled inside, fogging his brain with nothing but instinct. And then she started begging. By then, well, he decided they needed a new bed anyway—six moons wasn’t too bad. Lasted longer than the previous replacement. Three harsh, unrelenting spanks bloom red on her backside as she squeezes around him, sending his blood pumping to the beat of an imaginary war drum. It would be a miracle from the Gods if she wasn’t pregnant by mid-summer. Cregan just couldn’t help himself.

Rutting against her like a man starved, the right side of the bed almost completely collapses, caving in and nearly throwing him off balance. His wife gasped, pleasure momentarily halted as she looked back at him. “Again? Seriously? I told you to write to him last time, did you?” The answer was no, no he did not. “It might have…slipped…my mind.” He murmured, trying to ignore the throbbing in his full balls. They had a silent conversation of glares and a sheepish grin. Then she concedes. “...We might as well finish then. I doubt it can get any worse.”

It could, actually. And it did. He came hard some twenty minutes later, pounding their hips together with a steady desperation. The dip of the broken side was a little annoying, but manageable. Without the support, the right beams of the canopy end up falling right down. No one was harmed, of course. It was only drapes. Cregan found it almost comical but his wife did not. It was going to be a long letter.

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[fallenwhumpee]

Why howdy!! 'Tis I, :D anon, unable to resist the call of the arrow that has struck me thusly. Anyway here you go :)) dw I have put one (1) bandaid on the wound upon removal. I see no way that can go wrong.

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In Leader's defense, Teammate looked like shit.

What else were they supposed to do? They were the captain, after all, and Teammate did just recover from a nasty infection. They couldn't risk catching the bug going around this time of year. So of course Leader coaxed them into their bedroom, quietly making sure Caretaker kept an eye on them while they took Teammate's work into their own hands.

(Besides, if Caretaker was busy with Teammate, that meant they couldn't pester Leader with stuff like "resting" and "holy shit, Leader, put the coffee down!" as if either were viable options.)

The clock on their desk had been turned face down. The term "plausible deniability" flit through their head. They slammed a metaphorical flyswapper on it immediately.

No light was filtering through their curtains anymore, but that was fine. The sun was setting early these days, anyway. Besides, the reports weren't going to do themselves. Teammate's portion was finally finished, and they set it aside to do their own work.

(If they winced as they moved, nobody was there to see it.)

It was standard stuff they expected to see after being rescued: injury reports, health leave, etc, etc. It was all perfectly mundane deskwork, especially in comparison to what Whumper had--

No, nope, not thinking about that. Focus, Leader, they scolded themself. Deep breath in, deep breath out. If they had to do it through their mouth and ignore their screaming ribs, then so be it.

Distantly, they were aware that if any other member of the team tried to pull this sort of stunt, they would've suspended them from their duties and put them on bedrest faster than Whumper could--

No! They weren't supposed to be thinking about that! They shouldn't. Just head down, focus on their work. If they couldn't even do that, how else could they help their team? No, they couldn't give into that weakness. It was just a report. They could do this without having to stifle these irrational thoughts about-- about the past few months. They had to, or they'd spiral, and that would do nobody any favours.

Getting up only to dim the lights (to save power, they told themself. It had nothing to do with their head), Leader continued to work as the moon climbed higher into the sky, trading places with the sun.

(And if they simply curled up on the floor of their office after finishing the report, unable to make it to their room... well, hopefully nobody would notice.)

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Tada :)) first snippet of the new year I suppose :D happy new year btw!! Gotta love starting my new year with some leader whumpees who try too hard

Also, totally unrelated to the whole "struck by an arrow" thing, but is it just me or is the room spinning

Hi, dear anon!

Oh wow. Just... just the hypocrisy. The hypocrisy and denial. Those two things will never fail to give me good whumperflies. And overworking can always distract you from every unpleasant thought crawling through the edges of your brain. Focusing on something is like putting a shadow or drawing a curtain over everything. They still stay there, but you don't see, only until your eyes get used to dark— starting to do the job automatically in this case. And sleeping on the floor is awful, they will be so sore when they wake up (with a nightmare would be delicious, but poor leader seems to have enough demons to deal with, since it's possible that they will feel guily about not completing the work anyway)

Happy New Year to you, too! You chose the best way to start the year :) I also posted traitor as my first writing of the year hehehe.

Please go lay down! I may not be a mama bear like a caretaker but I won't stop bullying a friend to rest/sleep/eat/get hydrated. If you hadn't done any of that in the last two hours, go and do it. Take care of yourself, please.

[nocturnalghoul]

✨️Get to know me!✨️

Tagged by @anotherghoul666 I feel so popular lol :D

Share your wallpaper: okay my main lock screen is my girlfriend and I, which I am not sharing, so here is my home screen. It is in fact girldick Sunny because I saw Crow (I think?) post it and immediately went "yep I'm using that" (ignore my 8k emails o.o and the fact that its 2am, well 3 by the time I am posting this)

Last song you listened to: Secrets of the Stars by The Milk Carton Kids (working on a fic inspired by it rn)

Currently reading: I'm semi-rereading Dracula but that doesn't count in my opinion because I've read that book too many times. My at work book is Odd Apolocalypse by Dean Koontz (the fifth book in the Odd Thomas series). I had started that series years ago back in college and only recently realized I had stopped at book 4 so I decided to finish it out.

Last movie: Listen, I take zero pride in this but the answer is Goon (2011). I had a super bad week at work last week and it weirdly always makes me feel better. Sometimes you gotta watch a not great movie to make the brain happy.

Craving: I would commit a crime for one of those lemon Italian ices right now.

Currently wearing: Drag Talk tshirt, Astros shorts (I'm a big baseball fan), "Bigfoot is real and he tried to eat my ass" baseball cap to keep my hair out of my face.

How tall are you: a little above 5'7" although people always assume I am taller, I do not know why.

Piercings: I have a singular helix piercing on the right ear that I am still trying to heal but am open to more.

Tattoos: None currently. I love the idea of getting tattoos but also have a policy I have to like the idea for at least a year before I get it and nothing has made it past that waiting period. I'm just not good at permanence.

Glasses/contact lenses: Glasses wearer. They are big and green :). I cannot do contacts cause I got a whole thing about anything getting near my eyes so I can never put them in.

Last drink: strawberry lemonade flavored sparkling water. It's yummy!

Last show: currently working my way through The Expanse

Last thing you ate: Banana bread (I made it myself)

Favorite color: blues and greens which is very apparent when you look at me and that is the color of most stuff I own

Current obsession: I mean Ghost, but also Wild Child released a new album on Friday (they are like more of an indie folk vibe) and I am so excited.

Unrelated obsession: the games Hi-Fi Rush and Melatonin. I LOVE rhythm games so much.

Pets: I have a little gray cat named Pierre! He has a whole backstory my former roommate and I made up lol. He is a little french orphan boy and chimney sweep (hence why he is gray). He also has an overbite and his little fangs poke out of his mouth when he sleeps like little vampire fangs so he is a tiny vampire.

Do you have a crush on someone? Does my girlfriend count because she is the only person who has ever successfully convinced me to care enough to date them. I'm more of a large amount of friends kinda girlie.

Favorite fictional character: I am so bad at picking favorites in general but now my mind is void of every character I have loved ever.

Last place I traveled to: I went to Greece last August with my mother cause it was lifelong dream of hers. I'm sure I've traveled within the states since then but outside of Austin for a concert cannot for the life of me think where.

I feel so lame to once again break this chain but I'm historically late to the game and am fairly certain everyone I know has been tagged already so I'm gonna go for the cheap option of if you want to do this and haven't please consider this me tagging you, even if we haven't really interacted. Have fun <3

[chubbology]

Getting Big

prompt: someone discovering they're a feeder as their feedee partner gets bigger

Sometimes you’re both in bed, distracted and ignoring each other on your phones or laptops, when you notice. Your eyes lift from your phone and notice your partner’s relaxed belly, rising and lowering with calm breath, stretching the fabric of their shirt. Really stretching it now, not just with every inhale, but by default. Not just pushing the seams a little with chubbier hips, but forcing the cotton to bow out close to its limit, forcing the stitching to cave into a belly button deeper and softer-looking than you remember. And your eyes inevitably take in the rest: thicker thighs, more shapely chest, less defined arms, softer jawline.  

You’re aware that your partner’s gained a little weight. More than a little, but it’s fine. Probably thirty or so pounds, not a big deal, and you absolutely don’t judge them for it. Have they mentioned it at all? No, they just keep tugging at their shirts and pants. And underwear. Their underwear is getting too small for them, with weight gain making them a bit of a pear and all, but you don’t say anything. You don’t say they need bigger underwear. You don’t tell them how much you appreciate the fact that they need it. As long as they stay mum on the subject of their weight and the fit of their clothes, so will you; that’s your rule.

Sometimes you’re both in bed, watching TV, and they’re eating their way to the bottom of a quart of appallingly flavored ice cream (super-caramel-quadruple chocolate-chunk type stuff), and you keep sneaking glances. Because you’re amazed they’re comfortable enough around you to eat freely like this—or so you tell yourself. Their eyes are so glazed with distracted pleasure that maybe it didn’t even occur to them not to gorge themselves tonight, right in front of you.

Not gorging themselves like some kind of pig—no, it’s just, you both ordered a lot of takeout just a couple hours ago, and then they snacked on chips for a while, and then there was that candy bar they ate on a whim while you took out the trash, and now it’s a whole quart of ice cream. A whole quart. The more glances you sneak at them, the more you notice how their budding second chin peeks out when they chew. The more you notice that their bites seem hasty, as if tinged by some kind of distant, unconscious desperation.

You lean against them as if too tired to stay upright, reaching over them casually, letting one arm rest against their belly. It’s soft. It’s bigger. Not a big deal at all, you tell yourself for the millionth time.

And yet, you ponder their weight more. You’ve been pondering it incessantly. You can’t stop thinking about how they went to the mall two weeks ago without telling you, bought clothes a size up, and already were uncomfortably tugging and pulling on on every tight band and seam again. You can’t stop your thoughts from wandering to the idea of them sizing up again any more than your partner can stop their hands from opening another package of cookies.

“Ugh, this stuff is so good,” they mutter, swallowing the last bite, then closing the lid on the carton and setting it aside.

“Mm. I’ll buy more then,” you say without thinking. It’s fine if they size up again, after all. You’ll love them no matter their body type. Their happiness comes first. “I’m going to the grocery store anyway.”

A couple months later, going to the grocery store is not a chore to you, but a fun outing. You never used to even go down the junk food isles if you were by yourself, but now you scour them carefully. You place things in the cart you know your partner will like, and consider new brands and products they might like to try. It’s all so colorful and thrilling to actually buy. You tell yourself you might even try some of it and ignore the intrusive thought of your partner sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night again to binge on half the goodies themselves.

What niggles at you isn’t that you’re buying way too much junk food for your partner, who’s a little overweight now. It’s not as if they’ve told you to stop, or have implied they want to lose weight, or have said anything about any of it at all. That’s the thing: you’re in uncharted waters, and they haven’t told you a word about whether they fine with the way the tide was turning or whether they were actually really concerned that they were getting heavy and a little jiggly and they didn’t know what to do about it, let alone have the wherewithal to say, Honey, stop buying junk food. I’m getting fat.

Just the thought of the word makes you blush at the box of Fudge Covered Twinkies you’re holding. You quickly set them back on the shelf. Twinkies were practically the poster food for getting fat, right? Surely, your partner would suspect something, even though there wasn’t anything to suspect. You just know that they like food, particularly food that’s soft and sugary and addictive, and what better, cheaper food to comfort them with than Twinkies? No, it wouldn’t be good for their waistline, but you can already see their eyes fluttering closed at the taste—which was probably not even good, but that was hardly the point, was it?

Compromising, you buy a limited edition blue-stuffed brand of Twinkies instead, preparing an excuse that you thought the novelty of it was amusing and wondered if it was good.

But later that night, your partner eats six of them while you play video games and doesn’t mention the novelty of it at all. Your character dies stupidly and your partner laughs at you, belly jiggling as they do. You swallow, eyes fixating on their fat thighs. There’s no other word for them—they’re fat. Their thighs have gotten fat, just like their belly got fat, just like their hips and chest and arms and even their neck and face has been rounding out with so much chub. They were fat and they did eat like a pig, and all signs pointed to more weight gain. They were going to keep gaining weight, and when was it going to stop? When you finally decided enough was enough? When their doctor told them to take control? Yeah, so, you could imagine them awkwardly saying, coming home from the doctor, I guess I gotta lose weight. Maybe they would be holding a pamphlet on obesity or something, looking ashamed.

And maybe they would try at first. You would help. They’d exercise a little here and there, maybe only eat one Twinkie instead of six, maybe not ask for takeout so often. But it wouldn’t last. The second their will broke, yours would too. And you’d both be in bed, distracted by nothing but endless waves of pleasure that your sex life hadn’t known in a while, them leaning back against the headboard, eating every fattening thing you had to offer, which would be many, many, as many fattening things as they’d agree to swallow down like they glutton they were becoming.

“Babe?”

You blink.

“You okay?” they say with that chubby face of theirs, a face that said, I’ve been gaining so much weight, and you’re really aroused.

“I’m glad you like those,” you stutter. You look at the Twinkies box, and so do they. Your mouth keeps moving without forethought. “I’ll buy you more next time. Any other flavors you like?” You set down your controller and push your hand into their hair affectionately. Since they’re slouched, they look up at you, and you lower your hand to the back of their neck, touching the bulge of the fat there. “Want me to get you your favorite ice cream? I know you had a long day at work.” You stand and head for the kitchen, ignoring your partner’s confused ums and wells.

You open the freezer and get one of many ice cream quarts. Thanks to you, the fridge and freezer have been stuffed to the gills with crap, but you can’t regret it, not when it makes your partner look perpetually stuffed to the gills too. You get a spoon and sit down next to them again, brain fuzzy with want. “You’ll feel better when you finish this. By the time you do, I’ll finally finish this damn level.”

“I’m—I’m not…” But the look in their eyes is conflicted. “I’m not that hungry, really.”

You laugh. Your body is buzzing. “Please. With you, when you eat and when you’re hungry are completely unrelated. Let’s make it a competition! Finish before I do. Go!”

“What?”

You’re already starting the level over, thinking to yourself What the hell? Don’t make them eat if they don’t want to. Even if they do want to, even when they’re full, because they’re greedy and addicted, gonna get obese soon—

A minute passes, and they’re sitting up, belly folded in rolls on their lap, looking poised to either stand up and put the ice cream away or rip the lid off and devour it all.

“Eat it,” you say innocently, or try to. It mostly comes out like a pathetic attempt at sounding not-horny.

You glance over, and they still look conflicted, so you lean over and kiss them on their tubby cheek. “Go ahead,” you say, quieter. You meet their eyes. “Don’t you want to?”

They look taken aback now, flushed. All at once, they seem aware of their blubbery, overweight body, and they shift on the couch. You forget the game and lean in again, kissing them on the lips, then deeper as they lean into you. “I know you want to,” you whisper. You cup their fattened hip, squeeze it gently. “I bet you really want to.”

They’re blushing really hard now, gone shy and speechless. So you move closer to them, and since their head is lowered to avoid your eyes, you land a sweet peck on their bulging second chin. Then you peel off the lid of the carton, tear the plastic off, and push the spoon satisfyingly into the over-processed sugar that has been fattening your partner out of their clothes so well.

Despite their air of reluctance, they eat the spoonful you offer as if on instinct. They squirm with pleasure, and your breath hitches when their plump hand twitches out to take the spoon away from you when you don’t use it quick enough. You scoop them another bite. Then another. The room is quiet except for the game in the background and your rapidly beating heart. Their eyelids lower, and you murmur encouraging words to them. That’s it. It’s good, huh? Big bite... The experience seems no less momentous to them than to you, and so you keep going. Their eyes drift shut and so you guide their mouth to open at the right times. Eventually, your cooing gets bolder.

“I know how much you like this. Like eating. Eating a little too much.”

Their mouth pauses around the spoon, but their eyes don’t open. They swallow and wait for the next bite.

“And I know you get up in the middle of the night sometimes, just to eat,” you say. “Eat and eat until your clothes feel tight and your stomach’s queasy, right? You always come back to bed so uncomfortable, tossing and turning, panting a little. Holding back little burps. I wake up and all the junk food I bought is gone.”

Your partner leans into to your next spoonful, then takes it from you. Without meeting your eyes, they start eating from the tub themselves, at twice your pace. You smooth your fingers through their hair. Then rub a hand down their arm, which was now sausage-like with so much fat clinging to it. But it’s squishy, when you pinch it. No firmness anywhere you can see.

“I’m sure you know you’re getting big, baby. You’re getting big. But that’s okay.” You rub your hands over their belly, their hips, their rolls of back fat. “You just keep eating as much as you like.”

And after another pause, they nod.

[idontblushsrry]

Love Language|| Jujutsu Kaisen

“I wanna be fluent in your love language. Learning your love language.” 

A/N: If you didn’t guess from the tagline this is inspired by the song love language by Kehlani. I’ll probably do more of these with different shows and what not because why not. If I missed anyone lmk and I can make a part 2. Also please tag spoilers appropriately esp for manga readers, that being said spoilers for the prequel? manga on Yuuta’s part.

Characters: Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Maki, Inumaki, Okkotsu, Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna

Warnings: said it b4 but spoiler warnings in general but esp on Yuuji, Yuuta, and Maki’s parts

Plot synopsis: The 5 love languages; physical affection, quality time, words of affirmation, gift giving and acts of service, and how each jujutsu kaisen character shows their love and affection for you. Ft. a gender neutral reader!

Word count: 2352

Itadori Yuuji

Love Language: Quality time and physical affection

Ok listen-

So for physical affection, Yuuji’s just that kind of person

He is all about giving to you

He’s holding hands with you if you’re ever walking anywhere, and if you’re not a hand holder pls pls pls let him hold your pinky he likes the reassurance

No but seriously he loves to hold you like yall could be walking in completely opposite directions and he’ll try to find some way to hold onto you until the very last second

And even then he’s all ‘:( babe imy’

‘Yuuji we just talked 2 minutes ago’

Another way he shows his love is through quality time

I think for him this is the biggest thing overall, esp as a jujutsu sorcerer bcus you never know yk but also because you’re important to him

Like remember how he literally went to occult club so that he could get out of school in time to go visit his grandpa...ye :(

He also loves finding dumb touristy things to do with you while in Tokyo or anywhere yall go together on a mission 

If you get together before he died and came back then that time he had to spend away from you literally killed him

Like my mans was goin THROUGH it

He almost considered spoiling Gojo’s secret

When he sees you again, he’s not gonna let go for like a solid day

Fushiguro Megumi

Love Language: acts of service and words of affirmation

This boy loves you so much

He loves to tell you all the things he loves about you when you’re alone

But he’s a little awkward with his words sometimes, hence where acts of service come in

He’ll immediately offer to hold your things, run to help you train or study, and if you’re cold? He’s fully prepared to never see his jacket again

Also he can’t cook but he’s fully prepared to suffer hearing Sukuna and suffering through Yuuji’s antics if it means he can learn how to make your favorite food

He also will surprise you by making you a playlist of all the songs that you’ve had stuck in your head and sends it to you randomly out of the blue one day like ‘thought you might like this’

However the best of both worlds is when he leaves you little notes throughout the day or sends you texts asking if you need anything or just encouraging you to keep going 

Negl he’s lowkey the president of the Y/N support club bcus-

You need anything? It’s yours

Cravings? Sad? Angry? What do you need bby, I’ve got it for you

Also he’s totally the type to be like you need help fuckin this person up? 

Also before yall started dating, Fushiguro was a mess

He was constantly asking to spar with you and go on missions, basically anything he could do to be near you  

End of the day, Fushiguro loves you and makes sure you know it whether it’s through his actions or his words

Kugisaki Nobara

Love Language: physical affection

So, she’s not the best with words, she tries but like someone help her bcus she is LOST

Like when she had a crush on you she was like “c’mere dumbass i wanna give you a hug”

In fact, she still is like “c’mere” but now you are dating :)

She loves you though and at first she doesn’t really know how to show it 

But one day you both come home from training and you just look at each other like ‘yeah today sucks’ and yall both just held each other for the rest of the day 

After that, she decided that she wants to do that with you but like always

She’s holding your hand, kissing your cheek when you go shopping, etc. etc.

She really loves to cling to you because she always has this fear that maybe one day you’ll get killed or just disappear so she figures might as well hold onto you for as long as we’ve got

After missions, she’s running up to you and if you aren’t prepared for the tackle, you’re probably gonna fall

On dates too, like if you guys have to meet up for a date, she’s tackling you

On the subject of dates...

She doesn’t mind PDA, and while she might hold your hand or arm so that you don’t get separated

She also doesn’t mind wiping food off your face and eating it, only to then kiss the spot on your face the food was previously at

She will split her shopping load between the two of you, however she will be slightly pouty if she’s carrying more than you (she then cheers up when she realizes she can do more shopping to “balance” the two of you)

In private she’s very cuddly and kissy which honestly isn’t that bad until it gets hot

At which point she’ll just say turn on the ac or convince you to walk around in a tank top (or something like it) so that she can continue holding you

Tbh she prefers the big spoon, but if she’s ever upset you let her be the little spoon >:(

All in all a very loving girlfriend who tries her best to show how much she loves you by glomping you at any given moment. 

Zenin Maki

Love language: acts of service and quality time

So you’re telling me that Maki wouldn’t immediately go out of her way to make sure her and her s/o can spend as much time together as possible?????

Like she’s super observant (which can cause her to be a bit harsh, see Yuuta) but she can always tell what’s bothering you

So if you’re upset that you haven’t been spending enough time together due to her being out on missions or otherwise busy she’s immediately running to finish her stuff and spend time with you.

((She’s very sorry, but on the bright side she brought your favorites!))

Maki is also an acts of service type

This mostly ties in with her kind of direct action way of thinking

She thinks she’s slick but you can always see her sneaking around to do small things like grabbing your laundry for you and folding it

She’s very much like if you love someone, you gotta prove it

Overall, dates with her are very intimate and personal to the two of you

Like she’ll take you to a frog pond you landed in during a fight once

Or you’ll take her to a street fair that serves this exclusive food that Maki mentioned wanting to try 

However, Maki shows her love through quality time and acts of service and while she does receive love from these to a degree, she is very much a words of affirmation gal

She’s not insecure in her day to day life but she has her moments, everyone does

Sometimes, she’ll feel like shit and a failure and all she wants is for you to say that she’s doing amazing and that she’s a great girlfriend.

Inumaki Toge

Love language: Physical affection

Because of his curse, he can’t exactly express how he feels about you through words

He does text you frequently throughout the day (I’ll have to do a hc abt that someday)

But he’d prefer not to be on his phone to communicate if you’re right in front of him

So he does the next best thing and just smothers you in physical affection

He loves kissing you the most

Like he could spend hours just kissing you if you let him (please let him)

But in public, he gets if you’re not a big fan of pda he’s willing to tone it down as long as he gets kisses later in private

He’d still prefer it if you held his hand or linked pinkies maintaining touch in some way

Also, unrelated, but it means so much to him if you try to understand his sushi language

He knows realistically the foundation of any relationship is communication so already he’s at a disadvantage because of his curse 

But if he sees you like take notes after he says something or start to need him to text you to translate, his heart is swelling

Like ‘omg this person loves me enough to learn a whole new language <333′

Another tangent but before you were together he was struggling so muchhhh

Like how does one express their feelings for someone without words?

If you’re Inumaki, you buy some flowers and text said person to meet you at a cafe

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realize it was a date, but once you did, you ever so gently linked pinkies with Toge

Okkotsu Yuuta

Love language: words. of. affirmation. 

He’s literally so sensitive please tell him you love him regularly

In return he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you too

He knows that he can’t really be there for you as much as he’d like but he likes to let you know that he’s thinking of you

Doesn’t matter the time, if you call, he’s answering

If he doesn’t he’ll cry he’ll immediately call you back and is apologizing for missing your call

You assure him it’s no big deal but the man has his volume turned all the way up and changed your ringtone to one specific for you by the time you’ve even said hey

Aside from that, he really is sensitive

He’s been through a lot especially with Rika as well as growing up alone and bullied 

So for him, it’s everything to hear that you like having him around and don’t think he’s too much or anything like that

Of course, he gets better with time, trusting you and having the confidence in himself to not need constant assurance

That being said, if you ever just whisper in his ear, “I love you, Yuuta.”

That’s not your boyfriend, that’s a puddle of love on the floor

(Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had a field day when they saw him, Fushiguro now questions if Yuuta really is a respectable 2nd year.)

Gojo Satoru

Love language: gift giving and quality time

So Gojo doesn’t exactly get to spend a ton of time

Between missions, him beefing with higher ups, and you and him playing parent the baby sorcerers yall don’t exactly get time to go out much

In which case Gojo tends to default to two options:

He’ll either go the extra mile to try and spend time with you 

Whether that be an at home date where he tries and fails to surprise you with a home cooked meal

Or a date out at a restaurant or cafe (which you tend to visit after his home cooking efforts)

OR he’ll bring you various souvenirs from his missions

He loves to spoil you, and if he could he’d probably bring you back a whole store’s worth of stuff

But alas, airport security regulations

Anyways, he loves to spoil you especially if he can spoil you with sweets because it benefits him in two ways 

He treasures all the time you spend together, and he does try to overcompensate for his absence with gifts

Despite your assurances, it’s kind of a guilty pleasure at this point (just let him, trying to argue just goads him on further)

He doesn’t only buy you small things, he enjoys buying you outfits

And he especially likes seeing you in them 

Kento Nanami

Love Language: acts of service

Y’all remember the episode where he killed that curse that was bothering that baker lady?? Yea that

He’s literally such an acts of service boyfriend it’s not even funny

Before you got together, he would memorize your coffee order and bring you a cup pretty much everyday like clockwork

Now that you’re togehter, he wakes up before you so h=that when you wake up there’s the smell of coffee throughout the house

When you come out of you’re shared bedroom and he’s just scrooling through his phone like “mornin’”

Of course you already made the bed and ironed his clothes because relationships are give and take

And then when you leave for your jobs in the morning, he kisses you and holds the door open for you

He’ll draw a bath for you if he gets home before you, if you let him join or not is up to you

Also, if you ever get sick, he’s actually the best

Like he isn’t the best cook but he can heat up soup and tea

He’ll run to the store while you’re asleep and when you wake up, there’s like a whole tray of food in front of you and he’s like ‘it’s important to eat and drink so your body can heal’

And when you inevitably fall asleep after eating and taking medicine at his insistence, he tucks you in and clears away the dishes, exiting with little more than a kiss to your head

Ryoumen Sukuna

Love Language: gift giving and acts of service

So like Sukuna never says he loves you...ever

But he does notice if someone or something’s making you uncomfortable, and if so, said entity’s head will be presented to you later that day

You also just so happen to be the only person he can tolerate being around him for longer than 20 seconds

He also loves to give you jewelry, he likes seeing you adorned in something from him

He also isn’t gonna just handle all your problems for you, he will push you to become stronger by training with you 

He’ll also expect this energy to be reciprocated, as long as you’re pushing yourself to be better, he’s content with that

(He wants to see you grow because he’s scared that if he ever gets caught lackin one day you’ll end up dead)

He’ll never tell you or admit it, but Sukuna truly does care for you and hold you in a regard that he doesn’t have for others

So be grateful jkjk

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Looking for a Place to Happen 2

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity, some violence and threats

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: Here’s chapter two. Think I’ll probably slow down writing. Appreciate y’all.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 2: I follow every little whiff

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You gave yourself a day off that week. Rather, the desolation of Birch allowed you an excuse to get away from your desk. An internet outage across the town had you up and wandering the main road just after noon. Your grandmother refused to join you so she was left to her true crime novel and the weekday droning of talk show hosts.

After a peek in the book shop where you picked out some used thrillers for your nan and a guilty splurge on one of Babs' pies to add to the surprise, you stopped by the diner and had some soup to warm up from the unrelenting cold. You played around on your phone as you blindly slurped from your spoon. With no available connection, you swapped candies to achieve a score high enough to get to the next round.

After another loss, you put your screen down and added some pepper to the tomato soup. You leaned your chin in your hand and peered across the road. The Asp was just diagonal from The Chipped Saucer and from your seat by the window you could see the comings and goings of the dingy bar.

You chuckled to yourself as you remembered the hundreds of comments on your video. You weren't entirely surprised that the internet cheered at the sight of a woman beating up a man in broad daylight, you'd seen much worse on the web. But many were curious and asked about how it started and about the small town alluded to in the caption.

You picked up your phone and flipped open the camera. You pointed it through the glass as one of the many bikers strutted out of the bar and down the street. You knew him, like most in town, he was the leader's right hand man. Steve Rogers. He had an odd gait, rigid with long strides, and you remember Kelly used to make fun of him when you walked home from school. That felt like forever ago.

You ended the video and dropped your phone again. You'd send it to Kelly when the outage was over. It would be a good laugh. Plus, you hadn't heard from her much since she moved to the city.

You finished your soup and paid. You went out into the street and cut around to the backstreets. You made your way back to your nans and found Pippin scratching at the front door. You stopped and scooped him up before you let yourself in.

"Don't like the snow, do ya?" You set him down and he whipped his tail before skittering off, "hey nan, I got you some stuff."

"You spend too much," she grumbled as you hung your coat and grabbed her treats.

"Only on you," you sang as you entered the front room, "sugarless blueberry pie, your fave, and some books about murder and all that freaky stuff you love."

"Hmm," she watched you put the pie and books down on the coffee table, "suppose the pie will go good with tea."

"Ah, and I suppose I'll be making that tea?" You returned.

"My arthritis…" she pouted but her grin came through.

"Yeah, yeah," you snickered as you went to the kitchen to put on the kettle, "we going black today or something lighter?"

"Put on some of the pekoe," she called back, "make a whole pot."

"Will do, ma'am," you trilled and basked in her annoyed mutter.

💀

When the internet came back, you sent of an email to inform the agency of the interruption and promised to meet your deadlines. Then you puttered around and added a caption to the video before you sent it off to Kelly; 'why he walk like that tho'. She sent a series of crying emojis back and told you to post it.

'Nah, it's a dumb joke.' You typed back.

'Saw ur last vid, ppl will eat it up,' she insisted.

'Well, got nothing else to put up. The account’s dying since no one cares about my writing.'

'DO IT.' Her words sealed your resolve and you uploaded the video with some dramatic music in the background.

The response was almost instantaneous. Several comments saying they were happy to see more and others being for another video. 'We all wanna see inside this fucked up town' one added and several latched on. Ignoring the questions of where this was, you gave a thin promise of future small town thug content. 

You turned back to your work email and opened up your draft for your next gig. You couldn't help but smile as you went over your work. You might have just found your niche.

💀

You knew your nan would lose it if she knew you were snooping around the club, so you didn’t tell her. You went down, made her breakfast, went back upstairs to do your work, then tiptoed out in the late afternoon to poke around town for something to upload. Birch was so dull when you lived there but to those outside, it was a novelty you were all too eager to provide.

You got more videos of the bikers; some revving their bikes, others arguing, but there was nothing overly usable. You were getting bored of it until the man himself walked out of the bar. You record the man’s glower expression as he marched down the sidewalk and turned off just down the way.

‘His name is Bucket… wtf?!’ you keyed in and snorted as you waited for it to load to your account.

Still, there was nothing special going on, like always in Birch, and your grandmother was bound to get suspicious if you kept sneaking around. You went back and hid your phone before she could bitch about it. You cooked her dinner and sat with her as your thoughts swung between work and your TikTok.

You went to bed but couldn’t sleep. You ended up watching YouTube on your phone as the windows shook with the night winds. It wasn’t until the darkness began to glow that you were roused from the cocoon of your comforter. You looked out and saw smoke coming from the main road.

You didn’t think before you pulled on your jeans and shoved your feet into your slipper, unconcerned about them soaking through as you barreled down the stairs, the sleeves of your hoodie only half on. The back door bounced behind you and you crunched down into the snow and clamored past the row of lifeless houses. 

You were out of breath as you got to the end of the path and rounded the diner to gape over at the burning garage. You got closer as the line of bikers stood in their leather with breath puffing before them in the frigid night. You stepped back into the shadow of the brick façade of the realty office and swiped your camera open.

Your hands shook and you struggled to steady the image on the screen as the mechanic woman raged in only her tee shirt. You didn’t quite understand what was going on; only that her garage was up in smoke and then men were doing nothing to smother it. She swung at the dark haired man and spat at several others; “cowards”... “fuck all of you!”

You gulped and held your breath as she was dragged away by the large redheaded henchman of the slender outsider. She fought for a moment before she was flung over his shoulder and the biker followed their leader back to The Asp. You sidled in between the building and hid until the voices faded into the wind.

Well, that would be a hell of a video. It might even go viral.

💀

Your phone did not stop. You almost felt bad as you saw the screen limn the edges of your cell as you left it face down on the little table beside the couch. Your nan sat in her rocking chair talking away on her corded phone to Linette from down the road. You suspected that every other person in town was gossiping about the same thing; the fire.

You finished your coffee and rubbed your eyes as you checked the time and ignored the pulsing notifications. It was too much to keep up with.

Your grandmother hung up and sighed, “can’t believe it. You hear?”

“Hear what?” you pretended ignorance.

“That old garage burned down. The one with the lady,” she said, “pity. When I was a girl, that place was a salon. Ma used to take us there to get our hair cut. The barber would give us wrapped candies and pretend to cut himself with his scissors.”

“Oh? It burned down?” you weren’t sure you were very convincing but you also could just say you saw it happen.

“Yep, no one really can say. You know, maybe she was welding or some rag caught, but I bet my money on those bikers,” she sneered.

“Good thing you’re poor,” you kidded, “and why the bikers?”

“Oh, well, you know Kimmy, Linette’s girl, works down at the diner and she saw that mechanic arguing with one of those strangers, the ones dealing with the club men. Well, it’s no coincidence that trouble follows those leather jackets around,” she rocked as she nodded knowingly, “oh, one of the boys I knew back in the day, he was found burnt up with his bike. They said the tank blew… well, I saw it and that tank was pristine.”

“Nan,” you gasped, “you… Jesus.”

“Well, things don’t change in Birch, we just get older,” she continued, “when you’re young, everything seems new but then you age and it’s all just the same.”

“Wow, how… inspiring,” you said dryly.

“Girlie, you gotta be careful,” she intoned, “that fire, that’s a lesson to all the women in this town. To everyone. You don’t cross the Commandos.”

“I don’t think anyone--”

“That’s another thing, there has never been a shortage of stupid people, not now not then,” she girded, “those women who get tied up in that club, their lives are already done.”

You frowned and hid your phone in your pocket as you stood. You rubbed your neck and picked up your empty mug, “I should get started.”

“Mmm,” she said as she dialed the phone again, “I wonder if Fran knows yet.” 

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You were being really fucking stupid but peer pressure was not a logical thing. Even through a screen, you found it hard to resist the goads. So there you were, your phone in your hand as you live-streamed your walk down to The Asp. The data costs alone would make you regret it but you were caught up in the hype of you fifteen second of internet fame.

“Alright,” you stopped across the street and gave a view of the moniker with Cleopatra sultrily looking down at you, “this is it… I just gotta play it cool…” you turned the lens towards you and smiled nervously, “hopefully that dude at the front doesn’t stop me.”

Comments flicked up the bottom of the screen so fast and smilies and hearts floated up the side around your face. You crossed the screen as you turned your phone against your coat and approached the bar door. The large biker butted out his smoke and you bared your teeth nervously. He didn’t stop you as he rolled his shoulders and coughed.

You entered to the noise of classic rock and low voices, the clink of glasses and tap of chalk on marble. You glanced around and quickly swept your phone around to give a view of the patrons. You hurried over to the bar and climbed up on a stool.

“You need a drink?” the woman behind the bar scowled. She looked worn out even with her lips painted bright pink and her eyes clouded with blue shadow.

“Uh, sure, can I… can I get one pint of everything you have on tap?” you asked as you set your phone down and shrugged out of your coat. You draped it over the next stool and reposition your phone as you flipped the cam and used the built in stand on the case to angle yourself onto the screen.

“Sure,” she narrowed her eyes and glanced past you.

You swung your feet as you waited for her to pour the five pints; some with too much foam and the others with no head at all. You took the first and held it up for the camera.

“A classic, BudLight,” you held it up to the light, “no head and…” you sipped, “flat.” You plunked it down and coughed as you grabbed the next, “this is a raddler?” you looked at the tap for confirmation, “grapefruit… smells like piss…” you had a sip, “tastes like it too.”

You chuckled to yourself and asked for a water. You made a show of swishing it around in your mouth before you moved onto the third beer.

“Had to cleanse the palate,” you joked, “now… lots of foam on this one, dark. You know, I’m pretty surprised they have Guinness here but let’s see…” you tasted it and crinkled your nose, “that’s it. Exactly like toilet water!”

You read some of the comments telling you to check the bottles for bugs and laughed. Suddenly you were yanked off the stool by the back of your shirt and your phone was swiped up by another man as the first restrained you. You struggled against his thick arm as it hooked around your neck and the leader of their crew stared at the screen of your cell.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he snarled as he hit the screen with his thumb but the stream kept going. He dropped the phone to the floor and stomped it instead.

“This is the bitch posting about us online,” the man at your back growled. It was Steve, the one with the weird walk.

“I doubt either of you know how to use a computer,” you scoffed, “hey, let me go.”

“And why would we do that when you’re snitching to the whole world, sweetheart?” Bucky kicked your phone away as he crossed his arms.

“Actually, I’m--” you grasped Steve’s arm as it threatened to get tighter, “--promoting your trash business. I was just having a tasting, if you had just asked--”

“Shut up!” Bucky stepped closer and brought your legs up and stopped him as you planted your feet against his stomach.

“Hey,” a woman’s voice came from behind the bar as the waitress shoved aside her empty tray, “hey, she’s just a kid.”

“Bullshit,” Bucky huffed, “she looks full-grown to me.”

“So what are you gonna do?” she said, “she’s young. You can’t--”

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do,” he snapped.

“She’s right,” another voice intoned and that man, Sam, came up beside them with a pool cue in hand, “she’s just goofing around.”

“She’s a rat,” Steve insisted.

“You’re being dramatic. It’s called a meme and you do walk a little strange,” he chuckled, “no one’s gonna follow her breadcrumbs back to this shithole anyway.”

Bucky considered Sam and then looked at Steve. He poked his cheek with his tongue and sucked his teeth.

“So… you vouching for her?” Bucky asked.

“She won’t cause any more trouble, promise,” Sam said, “I’ll make sure of it.”

“You better,” Bucky snapped his fingers and you were released, “get her out of here.” 

[nonbino-chaos-fox]

Am watching episode four of Julie and the Phantoms with my mum and here are notes I'm taking during it. (Also ended up watching episode five and six.)

Why am I doing this? Because I can.

(I've seen the show a few times, my mum hasn't seen it yet.)

She likes Julie's outfits during the opening, and also just generally. (The costumers did really well with all of the characters.)

I love all of the plants in the studio, just really green witch vibes. (Rose is a green witch confirmed.)

I just noticed that the boys waved back at Flynn, that is sweet.

My mum likes Flynn, we can all agree Flynn is great.

Unrelated, but I only got to steal one of my mum's chips. :(

Haunting is one of the best revenge strategies in my opinion. More people should haunt.

Everyone should have regular therapy, like at least once every month or two. More if you need to. But therapy is important, even for mentally healthy people.

Willie says ACAB.

I really like Julie's outfit for the dance.

We're onto episode five now!

Same Alex, same. When in doubt note one of your friends as the meat shield.

Heck yeah, we're up to TOSOH.

My mum stopped crocheting for a solid minute when it started.

I have no doubts that rich people would probably do something like this if it was possible. Rich people are weird.

My mum paused again in her crocheting to just watch everything that was going on.

God Carrie gives me too many emotions.

Nick is a sweetheart, I would die for him tbh. I am also here for any lgbt+ headcanons for him, love both the bi headcanons and the aroace headcanon I saw like once which doesn't get enough love.

Same Reggie, same, those movies were disappointing.

Oh, gods, Willie and Alex are too cute and it is going to be the death of me. Also, we stan a supportive Luke, he ships it.

Caleb has no right to be that gay dude.

My mum wants to be able to have someone with a chair nearby for her to sit on always. Just be able to snap your fingers and have a chair.

Reggie is just so no thoughts head empty TM always and I love that. He is my dumbass.

I think we would all act the same with the food in that situation dude, I would sell my soul for garlic bread tbh.

Goddamnit Nick, stop trying to be supportive, I love you man but that isn't what she needs right now.

The outfit Carrie is wearing is weird, but honestly, I'm here for her top and jacket.

Also, Carrie honey, that is not how you do a good mic drop.

I still can't believe the boys ate all that food even if they are magic.

My mum wants Caleb's coat. Same here tbh. It's like a wonderful mix between so many different styles and I love it.

The choreo in this show doesn't get enough love, it's hard to do those high energy large group stuff.

I just noticed Caleb gestures to Willie for him to leave, damn dude. Stop blocking my boys from their love.

Random fact! The haunting hour is either midnight or three am depending on who you ask. For me, it is three am.

My mum pointed out that Caleb's band is all women. Caleb just said 'equality because I'm gonna own everyone's soul'.

Also, Reggie copying Caleb's chuckle is golden, dude. (Reggie is my ASD ADHD child and I would die for him.)

I love how Julie always wears those three necklaces. I like how most of the jewellery for the characters is the same for most, if not all, of their outfits.

Damn, that fist jolt really comes out of nowhere dude.

Managed to get episode six because of the cliffhanger the last one ended on!

Is no one going to talk about how that dance was on a school night?

I like Julie's bandana pattern accents on her outfit.

And yes, dance is very useful for people who play sports! (Community taught me that.)

I forgot Nick has a little sister, I want to see more of his family. I just want to see all of the character's backstories/families.

Also, good for Nick for breaking up with Carrie. They really didn't work together. (Plus Carrie is 100% a repressed lesbian if we are being real.)

Reggie messing with the woman at the cafe is great.

How did Luke find out the band name?

He's wearing his sad flannel today. He's sad about Julie. :(

Reggie is a smart dumbass and I love it.

Willie, love, you aren't being as sneaky as you think you are. (But also p a i n)

My mum just loves Caleb's outfits all of the time. "He has the best coats." - my mum

Little shoutout for Julie's outfit with the blue dress. I want that dress dude, gotta figure out where to get it, or where to get its fabric.

Just noticed that Luke has a rabbit's foot on his hip chain stuff. (I think it is blue which is weird tho.)

Why does my brain make me smile during this scene, it is not a smiling scene. It is a sad flannel scene.

Crying while eating is such an odd mood for me. Like I have a memory of eating pizza while crying in my art class once. Was a weird day.

Carlos is great, dude.

Also, loving that Reggie is using Carlos' laptop because Julie would probably yell at him if he used her's.

I feel like Victoria doesn't get enough love, she is trying her best even if it might be a little bit unwanted sometimes. Also, I once read a fic where she went to the HGC with a lawyer and a priest to exorcise the fuck out of Caleb.

Heck yeah, we're up to All Eyes on Me.

Absolutely stanning Carrie because she's going out there to get her name out herself. She got some advantages, but she is working to get her success herself.

Also stanning Alex for his amazing dancing. We love a man who isn't afraid of his interests.

My mum also loves Alex's dancing.

Finally Free is such an amazing song and it is def up in my top songs. (Favourite is The Band is Back btw.)

My mum loves the lgbt headcanons for the characters.

Reggie and Alex just staring at Luke and Julie singing together like 'yeah they like each other.'

Andi Parker gives of trans vibes and I don't know why.

Finishing it off there because my mum is tired. My mum is enjoying it a lot. The cheese won her over. (Plus she ships Willex too.)

[water--gang]

Hi love! Just wanted to check in on ya!!

How you feeling? How’s school treating you? Are you getting enough sleep? Are you eating and drinking good? Have you been taking some time off when you feel like you need to? If not thats fine! But you’re allowed to take a moment to breathe if you need to!

Also, unrelated, whats your favourite fruit and drink? Ik its probably the iciest of juice BUT u see if it isnt i wont tell anyone

aw, hey angel! that's really nice of you :')

to answer the questions:

how am I feeling? – like a ball of anxiety that is constantly exhausted

how's school treating me? – not good :))))) let's keep it at that cause oH bOi anyway yea it causes a lot of the anxiety and the overwhelming feeling and throws me into sensory overload :) fun times :)

am i getting enough sleep? – i don't think i am but... could be worse, i don't think I'm going under 6 hours so that's good but still less than i should be getting :))) and that's for not being able to focus and procrastinating on everything and then just saying fuck it just watching videos cause i might as well ehehehe

am i eating and drinking good? – eating, yes. altho i do be eating lunch at like 16.15 but still i at least eat it yaknow and i usually have dinner at around 19.00 so it's fine. drinking? eh, i mean... yea i don't think I'm dehydrated so I'm good, it may not be well distributed throughout the day but I'm drinking yes

have i been taking time off? – yes and no. I have stuff to do or learn and i just don't do it cause I'm stressed and overwhelmed and just not able to focus on it for the life of me so i don't do it but i still have my mind on it and it's stressing me out so i guess i am taking time off but my mind is never at peace... except for just now, i really said fu k everything and everyone i am watching this nearly 2 hours long movie commentary and I'm gonna enjoy it if it's the last thing i do... and i did enjoy it, very much, and i am sad that it's over cause aAaSaAaGHhhhH i want more please gimme me more i need it to live, it gives me life force I have been waiting for this one for so long sjbdks god i wish this guy uploaded more often cause i love his content so much but then again i understand that if he did it wouldn't be of same quality so i just gotta be patient but :((((( i want watch pls ...... sorry i went totally off topic sjxns

favorite fruit? – in the summer it's strawberries, my grandparents grow strawberries so we have homegrown uwu strawberries as a standalone fruit are like... the best fruit but strawberry flavored things???? ehhhh no thanks I'll take a raspberry or something

favorite drink? – ice juice obviously smh what did you think my answer would be okay you better not tell anyone cause as the admin of water gang i must not say anything but ice juice... but my favorite drinks are tea and orange juice, for tea i like the flavors like wild fruit it is very chefskiss i love me some tea

I'm so sorry it took so long to answer, i actually had this in my drafts part answered but it took me until now to finish it cause :))) haha i think you know why from my answers but yea I'm sorry :((

— admin

[lets-just-daydream]

Hi, love! Mind if I ask for a Nsfw scenario for Hanzo x a fem!reader? Maybe one in which reader is being a huge tease all day just to get Hanzo to punish her. With lots of Dom Hanzo and dirty talk, please. Have a marvelous day 💙💙💙

Oof, oof, oof. You've got my undivided attention right here ;) Enjoy! There is NSFW towards the end.

Also sorry this took so long D:

*

Hanzo hadn't spared you a single glance all day yesterday. Sure, he gets busy and the recalled Overwatch is hard work, but you needed some loving. And he was never one to shy away from your advances. Until last night.

Had he just told you that he was tired or wasn't in the mood, it would have been fine. But he had just decided to ignore you! The nerve…

Well, he was going to regret it today. And with any due luck, you'd get what you wanted.

You awoke with a stretch and you spared a glance at Hanzo's still sleeping form. You gave his cheek a light kiss and hopped out of bed and into the shower. You washed away your worries and freshened up, ready for a day of training.

When you finished showering and entered the bedroom, Hanzo was awake and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Good morning, blossom," he greeted, his voice still husky from just waking up.

"Morning, Hanzo," you said, walking past him and drying yourself off.

"How did you sleep?" he asked.

"Good," you replied.

You made small talk about the day ahead as you slowly dried yourself off. When you were dry, you "accidentally" dropped your towel, gaining Hanzo's attention.

"You are a true vision," he murmured under his breath, staring at your naked figure.

You shot him a slick smile and bent over to pick up the towel. Today was going to be fun.

You found your tightest gear and slipped on the tights, which made your ass look incredible and your top which showed just enough cleavage to gain the attention you wanted. You threw your hair into a quick plait and made your way out.

"Wait just a moment," Hanzo said, placing his hand in your waist. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, eyeing your figure, his eyes pausing on your chest.

"Training," you replied.

"Dressed like that?" he asked. You had stirred the jealous and possessive traits out of him - and so early in the day. Your heart leapt with imagining what was going to happen to you tonight.

"All of my other gear is dirty. I gotta go or I'm going to be late," you said. You pecked his cheek and ran out the door, satisfied that everything was going to plan so far.

You were in the training grounds, practicing hand-to-hand combat when Hanzo strolled in, his eyes scanning the area, looking for you.

You were training with a handful of people and you had just moved onto doing pushups. This simultaneously pleased and angered Hanzo. He loved seeing you all sweaty and red-faced and he appreciated the view down your top as well. But this meant that other people could see it too. He noticed some peoples' gazes lingering on you a little longer than he would have liked.

His features twisted into an expression of jealousy and his nostrils flared in a display of displeasure. He stalked over to you, standing in front of you as you continued your workout.

"Hi Hanzo," you said with a cheery smile as you stood and started doing star jumps.

Your sports bra did little to support and tame the bouncing of your chest. It took all of Hanzo's self control not to stare as your breasts bounced in time with your jumps.

"What do you think you're doing?" he hissed.

"Training," you replied. "What's it look like I'm doing?"

"It looks like you're wanting to be punished," Hanzo said in a low voice.

You gulped at his words and stopped exercising for a moment to catch your breath.

"I would never," you huffed.

"We will see," Hanzo said. He leaned in, his lips against your ear. "Naughty girls get punished."

Your breathing hitched and all you could do was watch as he walked away, giving you a sly side-eye. Looks like everything was going according to plan.

Lunch time finally rolled around you found Hanzo, asking him if he would join you for lunch. As you both walked over to the cafeteria, you brainstormed to yourself how you could tease him now.

As you looked over the lunch options, you noticed the fruit area and grinned. You picked other stuff for lunch but made sure to grab a banana and nonchalantly place it on your tray.

"I saw you doing target practice. Flawless as always," you said, scoffing down your lunch.

"As the old saying goes, practice makes perfect," Hanzo replied. "No one is going to come and steal the food off your plate, why are you eating so fast?"

"I'm just really hungry," you said between mouthfuls of food.

Hanzo wrinkled his nose slightly at the sight of mushed up food in your mouth but continued eating his lunch as well.

You finally finished your man meal and smiled to yourself as you picked up the banana, slowly peeling it.

"What have you got planned for the rest of the day?" you asked Hanzo, sliding the banana into your mouth, maintaining eye contact.

Hanzo's brow furrowed slightly and he audibly gulped at the way you were… eating your banana.

"I… uh…" Hanzo's throat went dry and he took a gulp of water. "I have to…"

"Have to…?" you asked, taking another sultry bite of the fruit. You would have felt a little but silly at how you looked if this wasn't working so well.

"M-meditate," the usually stoic archer stammered.

He didn't know where to look. The way your lips wrapped around the banana, your unrelenting eye-contact, how your shirt teased a just perfect view of your-

"Heya, Hanzo," came the voice of McCree behind him. "Nice shootin' out there, today."

Hanzo jumped at the sound of McCree behind him and rushed to drop his hands to his lap. You quirked an eyebrow questioningly and Hanzo scowled at you.

"Thank you, Jesse," Hanzo replied.

"I'll have ya beat next time," McCree said, clapping a hand to Hanzo's shoulder and then walking away.

"Mmm, this banana is just what I needed," you said, drawing Hanzo's attention once again.

Hanzo once again, could do nothing but stare. You watched as his face turned a light shade of red and he leaned in.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, but I'm warning you to stop," Hanzo warned.

"Stop what? I'm just having my lunch," you said with an innocent smile.

Hanzo sighed in frustration and got up to leave. He was not going to let himself get embarrassed while you were acting the way you were. It was awkward, trying to keep his erection from being visible but he made it out of the cafeteria without too much trouble. You couldn't help but laugh at his awkward walk out.

Later, you found yourself getting tired so you decided to have dinner, shower and retire for the night. You managed to have dinner and finish your shower, but when you stepped out of the bathroom in your towel, you were confused as to why all the light in the room were off.

"Hanzo?" you called into the darkness. "Did you turn the lights off?"

No response.

"Hanzo?" you called nervously as you stepped towards the light switch.

You felt a hand wrap around your wrist as you reached for the switch and you gasped in surprise.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"I warned you," Hanzo growled in your ear, "not to test me."

You felt shivers down your spine and Hanzo gripped at your towel, tearing it away from your body, leaving you stark naked.

"I-" you began.

"You will not speak unless I give you permission to speak. Understood?"

"Yes," you squeaked.

"What did I just say?" Hanzo growled, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing it painfully.

You nodded, your breathing quickening, not daring to open your mouth.

"You have been entirely troublesome today," Hanzo complained with a sigh, rubbing his forehead. "Go lay on the bed," he demanded.

You quickly went to the bed and laid down, awaiting further instructions.

Hanzo walked over and stood over you, undressing as he took in the sight of your body.

"I am going to make you regret your behaviour," Hanzo said.

"Fat chance," you said. This was exactly what you wanted. You weren't about to tell him that, though.

"It seems the only way to keep you from speaking is to shut you up," Hanzo said. "Get on your knees."

**NSFW AHEAD**

You quickly complied and without any warning, your mouth was opened by Hanzo and he swiftly slid his length into your mouth. He placed a hand either side of you head and slowly thrusted in and out of your mouth. You struggled to keep up, breathing through your nose and focusing on bringing him to the edge.

Hanzo murmured words in Japanese you couldn't understand but you knew it was all filthy. His pace quickened and you knew he would finish soon. You slid your tongue along his length, and he stopped abruptly.

"You're not out of the woods yet," Hanzo said, sliding himself out of your mouth. "Go lay down."

You scrambled onto the bed and laid on your back and awaited further instructions.

"Get on your hands and knees, pet," Hanzo purred.

You repositioned yourself and Hanzo stood at the edge of the bed, stroking himself. He gave your ass a quick slap to which you winced slightly.

"Naughty girls must be punished," Hanzo said as he gently ran a hand over the new red hand shaped mark on your ass.

He grabbed you by each thigh and pulled you towards him to the edge of the bed. He rubbed himself against your entrance and slid himself all the way into you with no hesitation. You gasped in surprise but he paid no mind to this as he went straight to thrusting in and out of you as fast as he could, chasing his release.

You reached down to rub yourself but Hanzo swiftly slapped your hand away.

"You can wait," he grunted between hard thrusts.

His thrusts soon became quick and shallow as he neared his end. He then reached down and rubbed your clit and you let out a moan. You tried to stifle it lest you be punished further.

"Louder," Hanzo demanded.

He rubbed and thrusted harder. Seconds later he let out a choked cry and buried himself all the way inside you as he reached his climax. You followed shortly after as he continued rubbing you and he fell on top of you in a sweaty, heaving mess.

**NSFW OVER**

"Just so you know," you said, stroking his hair. "This is the outcome I was hoping for."

"I know," Hanzo replied, a smile creeping into his features.

"You knew?" you asked. "Why didn't you say so?"

"I was enjoying the shows you were putting on just for me," Hanzo said, remembering how hard you tried to get his attention all day.

"Maybe I should do it more often then," you suggested.

"Maybe you should," Hanzo replied, pulling you in for a deep kiss. "I won't go so easy on you next time," he warned.

[eklovesharry]

Lazy Day (UniStudent!Harry AU)

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Pairing: Unistudent!Harry x reader

Warnings: none, possible Call the Midwife season 6 spoiler

Word count: 2.3k

Author’s note: that pic really inspired me to write this. He’s just so soft and cuddly in it. Enjoy! :)

Synopsis: Unistudent!Harry and y/n finally have a free day together and decide to make the least of it.

“Babe, I’m completely content doing absolutely nothing today as long as I’m with you.”

“I know, but I know you like being active. We can do something if you want,” Y/n said. She knew Harry could hardly go a day without his morning runs and workouts. It had been a couple weeks since they could actually hang out. They’d both been studying for finals and working.

They’d actually me at her job, a Starbucks on campus. Harry had walked in to order his usual tall vanilla latte. Harry thought the barista was cute and looked down at her name tag. “Y/n.” A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Y/n had seen him come in before and felt a surge of courage. After she’d taken his order, she wrote her number on his cup. The rest was history.

Today, a week before their finals started they chose to relax and recharge. Y/n showed up at Harry’s apartment at 10:00am at his insistence. “Wanna be with you as long as possible all day” he’d said. She brought face masks and nail polish with her. She knew he said he would never let her paint his nails, but maybe today he’d allow a bit of clear polish.

He answered the door in her favorite casual outfit of his. It was a simple Calvin Klein sweatshirt and black jeans, but y/n loved it. She also loved stealing that sweatshirt to steal, so she was conflicted sometimes. Should she wear it or let him keep it and wear it. She knew he didn’t mind when she stole his clothes. His sweatshirts came down to her midthigh and practically swallowed her torso whole, leaving just enough to the imagination, but also something to look at.

Y/n didn’t wait for him to say anything before walking straight in and giving him her best hug. He was just so tall, and soft, and cuddly, and a hug fromHarrywas exactly what she needed. Harry wasn’t surprised and just accepted her into his arms. The hug was a bit awkward with her backpack on, but he didn’t mind.

“I missed you, baby,” Harry said. She looked up to him and he moved his hands to gently hold her jaw and leaned down to kiss her on the lips. Before it could go too far, his cat, Luna, a calico, alerted them of her presence by loudly meowing and circling y/n’s feet as best she could with Harry in the way.

Y/n chuckled as they broke their kiss and bent down to give Luna a pet on the head.

“Hey, girl. How ya doing?” She said while petting her. “I missed you too.”

“I think she likes you more than she likes me sometimes,” Harry said. Luna rarely gave him that kind of affection, but couldn’t resist y/n. Not that he minded much, how could anyone not love his y/n?

Y/n stood up and tied her checkered vans off as she said, “don’t worry, it’s true. Luna loves me more” with a smirk.

“Ha ha ha, you feel proud of yourself, don’t you?” Harry said as he picked her up by the waist and began to walk toward his living room. Y/n didn’t bother resisting and wrapped her legs around his waist. She loved it when he picked her up and carried her.

He sat on the grey couch with a small thud and leaned back.

“Let get this off,” Harry said as he tapped the straps of her backpack at her shoulders. She took it off and dropped it to the floor, then immediately moved to curl into his lap. That was one of the things Harry loved, her height. She was so small compared to him that she could comfortably sit in his lap, sleep on him, or get a piggyback ride with no problems.

“What’ve you been up to?” He asked as he let his arms fall to rest on y/n’s lower back.

Y/n shifted to look him in the eyes and said, “I had the craziest dream about you last night. You wouldn’t believe it. I found out you were a porn star secretly and was so mad. I even threatened to call you mom.” Even though he was 21, the thought of y/n calling his mom to tell her that scared him a little.

That made his smile even bigger. Whenever she had crazy dreams about him they never failed to impress him.

“Really? I promise that I’m not a porn star, but if I were I give you full permission to tell my mom. On a completely unrelated note, I ordered a pizza. I know it’s early, but I figured you’d be hungry because you never eat breakfast. It’s a half sheet so we’ll have enough for later. I ordered it online and put that I wanted it to be delivered around 11:00”

“That’s perfect.” She began to reach up and gently play with his hair. “I still don’t understand how you look so cute all the time. I wish my hair cooperated like yours,” y/n said.

“I love your hair, even when it’s messy when you wake up. You are the cutest.”Harry said as he pulled on one of her curls a little just to watch it spring back. Her hair always smelled like Shea Moisture leave in conditioner, and he loved it.

“I look like a raccoon when I wake up”

“Well, then you’re the cutest raccoon I’ve ever seen,” Harry said before leaving in for another peck on the lips.

“I brought face masks, even the charcoal one you love.” Y/n knewHarrywould be excited about that. He wasn’t particularly into more skin care than necessary, but doing face masks with y/n was so fun to him.

“Really? That exactly what I need. Pizza, face masks, and a pretty lady.” He pulled y/n even closer to him and hugged her. “Today will be great.”

“Yeah, I also brought nail polish.” At thatHarryquirked an eyebrow up.

“I’m not letting you pai-“ he started.

Y/n gave Harry her best puppy dog eyes and poked her bottom lip out a bit.

“Please? It’s just clear. Just keep it on for today.” She asked. Harry wasn’t very keen on it, but her cuteness pushed him over the edge.

“Fine, only clear,” he sighed. At that y/n got off of his lap and grabbed her bag.

“Perfect. I’ll do your nails while our face masks dry.” She began to walk toward his bedroom to get to his bathroom but turned around when he didn’t follow. She smiled and said “Come on, slowpoke,” before continuing walking.

Harry got off the couch and walked to follow her. “I don’t know why I agreed to this,” he said with a slight chuckle.

Y/n had gotten the tube of face mask, applicator, and clear nail polish out of her back by the timeHarrymet her in his bathroom. He was already wearing a headband to keep his fluffy hair out of his face.

They washed their face at the sink before she applied it to both of their faces. Harry wasn’t allowed to anymore since he’d gotten a bunch of it in her hair a couple months ago.

After washing her hands to get off any of the leftover face mask y/n lifted herself to sit on his bathroom counter and unscrewed the polish bottle. Harry was stood between her legs while he grabbed his left and began painting the mail on his thumb.

“See? It’s not so bad,” y/n said. Harry hated to admit it, but it wasn’t entirely terrible.

Harry smiled and said, “yeah, whatever.”

Y/n continued painting his nails and by the time she was done their face masks were ready to be peeled. That was Harry’s favorite part. Y/n would never understand how he likes it. It hurt so much and it left his skin red for a few minutes. She always took much longer than him to peel hers because she could barely stand the pain, but he practically just pulled it off. When they were finished they washed and moisturized their faces.

As if on cue his doorbell rang. “That should be the pizza,” Harry said as he readjusted his headband.

“Ok, I’m just gonna get this stuff cleaned up,” y/n said.

Harry gave her a kiss on the cheek before saying, “thank you” and going to open the door.

Y/n finished putting her stuff back in her bag and walked back out to seeHarryhis kitchen counter grabbing napkins. They put a few slices on plates before heading to the comfy couch to watch their favorite show together, Call The Midwife. When she had first suggested it all those months ago, y/n was surprised thatHarryknew about and like it. It was their show even if they had different opinions on the outcome of some things.

“I can’t believe Trixie broke her engagement with Tom. They were such a cute couple!”

“No way, they couldn’t have worked out, y/n.”

By the second episode, they were both out like lights. They were spooning with y/n using his bicep as a pillow. In this groggy haze, Harry had pulled the blanket on the back of the couch over them both.

It wasn’t until Luna realized that her lunch was late that she meowed enough to wake them up. Harry checked his Apple Watch to see that it was nearly 3:00.

“Baby, wake up. We’ve been asleep for a while,” Harry said as he rubbed y/n’s back gently. She softly grunted and tried to turn her face into the couch. Harry smiled and whispered, “I’ll take you for ice cream if you wake up.”

At that y/n opened her eyes. He knew she could pass up the opportunity of rainbow sherbet.

“Promise?”

“I’d be a monster to say I’ll take you for ice cream then not do it.” Y/n giggled at that and sat up to give Harry a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ve just gotta feed Luna, and then we can leave,” Harry said as he stood up. Luna followed on his heels. Y/n got up after and went to his bathroom to fix her large and curly bun.

By the time she came out Luna had eaten and was already in her harness and leash. WhenHarrygot Luna as a kitten she had so much energy that he had to take her on daily walks. As she’s grown up over the past two years her energy levels have gone down to those of a normal cat, but she still gets grumpy if she doesn’t get her walk.

“You ready?”Harry asked. He had put on a pair of Adidas tennis shoes, ruffled his hair, and fixed his headband.

“Yeah, I’ve just gotta grab my phone,” she said as she walked back to the couch to grab her phone off of the coffee table.

They walked hand in hand as Luna enjoyed her time outside. It was nice for each of them to just be in the presence of the one they loved while just experiencing nature. It had rained the night before, so the air was fresh without all of the pollen in it. The only sounds were their feet on the sidewalk and the occasional gust of wind.

“What do you wanna do later? I was thinking more pizza and a movie,” Harry asked.

“Sounds great to me,” y/n said. “We can watch Avenger: Endgame if you want.” She knewHarryhad been wanting to watch it again for a while.

“Yay, it’s like three hours, so that’ll give me a lot of time to cuddle you.”

“You’re cheesy, you know that? But I like it.”

“I know you do,” Harry said with a wink.

They got to the ice cream shop and Harry tied Luna’s leash to a chair on the patio.

“Be a good kitty, we’ll be right back,” he said with a pat to her heard.

They ordered their usuals. Chocolate forHarryand rainbow sherbet for y/n. They’d decided to stay and sit outside on the patio. Luna later in the sun while y/n andHarrytalked about their upcoming week.

“I’ve got work after class tomorrow, Wednesday, Friday. I’m working on Saturday too,” y/n said.

“Yeah, I’ve got work tomorrow, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday. Maybe we can do something on Thursday? Study or something?”Harry suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds good to me,” y/n said as she finished her sherbet. She bent down to offer Luna the last little drop of it, which she accepted happily.

OnceHarryhad finished his ice cream they began the walk back to his apartment. It wasn’t a very long walk, but they walked slower to stretch it out. It took them about an hour to get back, instead of the usual 25 minutes.

When they got backHarrylet Luna out of her harness and leash so she could take a much-needed nap in her cat bed.

“I’m gonna put the pizza in the oven,” y/n said as she washed her hands at the kitchen sink.

“Sounds good, I’ll get the movie ready. And I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” she asked as she put the pizza into the oven.

“It would be a surprise if I told you, would it?”Harry called back.

Y/n let the pizza heat up for about five minutes, just enough to get it hot. She put enough for her andHarryonto a plate and met him in the living room.

They ate their pizza and watched Avengers: Endgame for another countless time. It was one of Harry’s favorites, so they’d watched it together many, many times.

Once y/n was finished with her pizza she put her legs across Harry’s lap and let him pull her all the way onto his lap. He rested her head on his chest and began to nod off.

Harry knew that she wouldn’t be able to stay awake for the whole movie and simply pulled they’re blanket from earlier back around her.

With a last kiss to her forehead, he layed back to finish the movie with her is his arms. This was his perfect day. A beautiful girl, a movie, and of course, pizza.

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[craniumculverin]

while planning ripper!au story stuff, i accidentally made an oc, rosalind, out of a wife character i made for one of @donc-desole​‘s ocs - wes, who got in as a tertiary character in the ripper!au cus his bf percy has such a prominent role. problem is, i ended up making a totally separate and unrelated story of how my oc and des’ oc(s) got together. what can i say, i just love these guys!

i know i’m not gonna get to writing it anytime soon, so i figured i’d share a few (unedited) rough drafts. hopefully my behind-the-scenes bullet point writing is as coherent to others as it is to me.

Wesley & Rosalind's First Meeting (also Harry’s there)

• at a social gathering thrown by some bigwig that invited everyone who could be considered noteworthy, aka old family and a lotta money - non-english and new-money need not show up

• it’s all stuffy judgey people, many of whom are old af or stuck up

• wes is hella uncomfortable and has no acquaintances to help him out - he’s looked down upon due to his family’s dwindling fortune/debts

• rosa is hella bored, no one wants to dance and everyone’s rude - she’s looked down upon for her family maybe not being entirely english, despite having a respectable fortune

• the two of them end up hanging around the periphery, drinking/eating too much, being uncomfortable and awkward

• wes keeps trying to join in conversations and the like cus he’s gotta maintain/make connections, but is hella nervous and ends up backing out again and again until he’s near rosa

• they end up sitting near each other as more dancing starts - the quartet is subpar and wes is sure half of the players are drunk, rosa notices too and makes an “unlady-like” comment, immediately correcting herself/apologizing

• wes has had just enough to drink to not mind the social misstep and even carry on the criticism, relieved to speak on a topic he remotely cares about for once that night

• they quickly move from the negativity to sharing their likes and dislikes of the modern music scene, sharing a few similar viewpoints, before moving to other topics - when they start hating on the other guests/how they’ve been treated, they move to a more private area outside

• rosa is proper but very open and insightful, and her manner of interacting with wes seems to draw him out of his awkward nervousness somewhat - despite her being a woman even, like what

• they have an enjoyable conversation ranging a multitude of topics, partly out of just being glad to finally be doing well socially - at one point rosa asks if he’d like to dance but he quickly declines, to which rosa is respectful and doesn’t ask again

• it begins to get dark and the few other guests outside head indoors, they’re all but alone - wes eventually notices and realizes how inappropriate it is, gets hella nervous again and says something about it

• rosa scoffs at the idea - what, is he going to do something to her? she to him? she trusts him and knows herself and her abilities, who cares if the people already unfairly judging them judges them more? why lose what precious little decent company they’ve found tonight simply because others might think something ill of them? etc., she goes off basically

• wes is silent cus one, he’s kinda dumbstruck and two, she’s right and he’s had enough to drink to let himself admit it, at least to himself

• rosa realizes she spoke out too much and backpedals, apologizes for her actions, wes is HELLA nervous and doesn’t know how to respond but eventually manages to say it’s alright

• they share an awkward silence cus neither knows how to proceed without likely making it even worse, when thank God for harry - he shows up in full dress uniform despite not being invited and supposedly still out of the country

• harry calls out to wes from just inside, plate of food in hand as he finds his friend and rosa - wes is insta-done and rosa isn’t sure what to think but acts appropriately - everyone inside is casting glares and muttering among themselves

• wes and harry greet and interact as they do, mostly about wtf is harry doing there, harry wasn’t invited how dare the host, how has the host not thrown him out, he’s made everyone mad, etc.

• rosa sees that they ARE in fact friends and watches with amusement - harry eventually stops to apologize and introduce himself to rosa and flirt a little, before raising his brows at wes, who is VERY done at this point

• rosa and harry share pleasantries and much to wes’s anguish start talking about him - harry being typical harry, rosa gently but firmly stating otherwise, that wes has been a wonderful conversationalist, is knowledgeable, acceptably verbose, etc., etc. - harry eventually raises his brows at wes even higher like, “oh~?”

• wes is ready to strangle harry and his face says as much - he stops the talking short to steer harry back inside while his friend bickers, rosa not far behind stifling her laughter, which only makes wes blush more

• by now the old host knows harry’s come unannounced, harry sees him and is instantly ready to harangue the man for the offense of not being invited - wes is suddenly very much aware of how badly this could go and wants to get he and harry out of there asap before any damage can be done

• wes hurriedly says his goodbyes and gratitudes for the evening to rosa, who does the same albeit not as sloppily, and says she’d love to speak with him again sometime - this takes wes so completely by surprise that he just stops and stares at her for a moment, mouth agape - and then harry starts shouting

• wes tries to wrangle an irate harry out of the party, but harry doesn’t budge until he’s said his surprisingly eloquent fill about ridiculous prejudices and a bunch of other righteously furious stuff I can't think of atm - once he’s done he marches out without waiting for wes, who’s as taken aback by harry’s words as the host

• wes glances to where rosa was before quietly excusing himself - rosa had made herself scarce so as not to cause further embarrassment on wes’s part should he see her witnessing all of this

• wes signals his coachman before trying to catch up to a startlingly cheery harry who’s still munching on party food, rosa waits for her own carriage to leave the party, observing the fallout from harry’s outburst

• scene change (kinda) - wes catches up and starts questioning harry - what the hell was he thinking? he's ruined his status for sure! etc., etc. - harry finishes his food before stopping short to give him a less than acceptable answer

• near the end of his reasoning he starts walking again and casually changes the topic to "wes' little friend", during which he frisbee-style flings the snack plate off somewhere - wes is speechless and has to jog to catch up, deciding to start on berating him for using rosa as a distraction instead of proper chinaware etiquette

• harry seems to only half-listen as wes tells him off for making assumptions, blah blah, etc., which only makes wes angrier - he stops walking to stomp his foot and shout something that finally gets through to harry

• he apologizes to get wes to calm down, sincerely says he's simply happy to see his friend comfortably interacting with a lady for a change - wes is thrown off for a sec by the sincerity but gets indignant about harry thinking he's not USUALLY comfortable talking to women, and starts in on that

• by now wes' coach is within view (driver having heard the shouting) and harry realizes wes is a little drunk - he shepherds wes into his ride as he continues to complain, getting in after him after asking the driver if he could be dropped off on the way to wes' place

• drunk and upset wes, of course, is outraged he'd commandeer his coachman like that, says of course he can't, but eventually decides he doesn't want harry over for the night and demands he be dropped off - harry dramatically and oh-so graciously thanks him, which wes takes as sincere

• they ride off, wes continuing to complain about harry to harry, who at this point isn't listening at all

• end

[phoenixisstrange]

The Best Day Forever Chapter 1 (Edited)

But I am wrong. It begins with me, in a nice suburban house doing my own thing going about my day. I guess I live here? I don't know who I live with or if I live alone but I encounter neighbors and friends (I don't remember specific interactions). I don’t even know how I got this beautiful house OR what town it’s in. It’s like someone created me and my life, peppered in some aspects of my personality and memory and dropped me into it. So I wake up in my? bed. 

I wake up, make myself breakfast, and acquaint myself with my neighborhood. As if I haven’t lived here for quite some time-- judging off of the bills I have sitting on the counter waiting to be paid. I open the front door. It’s a big wooden door with a little window that has decorative iron bars encasing it. Whoever designed this house did a damn nice job. I admire my front door as if I’ve never seen it before. As I step out onto my front porch I am greeted by a symphony of wildlife and a beautiful panorama of the forest. This was an intentional design point of the house. The way the forest sits inside of the frame of my porch is so perfect that it must be deliberate. The facade of my house faces a dense forest but I do have neighbors on either side of my property. 

To the left I see a mother herding her 3 kids into her minivan, well trying at least. One of the kids is running around screaming; wearing only one flip flop on. The other kid has dropped her bookbag on the ground. The third sits strapped into the car quietly. “Brandy stop moving and put your damn flip flop on, we’re going to be late!” the mom corrals her child into the van. 

I chuckle and breathe in the crisp morning air as it mingles with the scent of my piping hot coffee. The house to the right is a bit smaller and nobody seems to be home. After I finish my coffee, I go back inside and look at my schedule. It’s my day off.

I text my girls, Iz and Cree to see what they’re up to. I guess they also live in the area. Whatever the area is. The girls arrive and we set up camp in my warmly-lit living room. A low-budget Netflix horror movie plays in the background as we sip our Rosé.

 “So how’s Carter?” I ask Iz.

 “He’s good, he’s interviewing for a job at a new dealership as a sales manager”

“Good for him, I wish him luck in all his managerial endeavors” I say with a little too much enthusiasm. 

“Phoenix---How’s your love life??” She did it. She asked the dreaded question.

“Heh, funny you should ask… You would probably have an easier time finding a human being on Mars than I would finding a lover. ” Wow, I’ve actually lost count of how many times I’ve answered that. Me? Jaded? Never. Just realistic. I have too much going on to focus on finding someone right now. That’s what I tell myself at night when the loneliness hits. 

“Unfortunately my lover either doesn’t exist or doesn’t want me.” I add. You can practically see my dignity leaving the room. 

“Sometimes you just gotta ride the wave alone...” Cree-- who appears to be catatonic on the couch-- mutters from beneath a blanket. 

“Facts” Iz and I say in unison.

We finish a bottle of wine and cook some ramen. I never eat Ramen, I can’t stand it. But Iz and Cree love it so I guess that’s why my cabinets are stacked with the stuff. Either that or I am preparing for the inevitable collapse of our organized society. In that case, I know for a fact that I won’t go hungry. There’s so many packets of chicken flavored instant noodles hiding in my cabinets that I could feed a tribe in the post apocalyptic world.

The fragrance of the salty noodles dances with the incense that burns in the living room. The sound of a woman being possessed by the devil blares from the tv speakers.

“Haven’t we watched this movie already?” Iz clearly isn’t into it. “Probably, but all Netflix horror movies are the same. They usually end up as white noise anyway.” 

“I like it.” Cree chimes in

“If Cree thinks it’s a good movie, then obviously it’s a good movie Iz.” Sarcasm. 

“Cree said Suicide Squad was her favorite movie. She cannot be trusted to judge a good movie!” 

“Everyone thought that movie was so bad but y’all just don’t appreciate good art.” Cree stands firmly by her decision.

The movie concludes with the predictable ending where the antagonist--who has succumbed to demonic possession-- is cleansed of evil through a dramatic exorcism. The entire house that the movie is set in is destroyed. This forces the traumatized family to move out of the beautiful home they recently purchased. The movie ends on a cliff-hanger where a new family moves into the very house--which has now been repaired--in hopes to start a life. Boring.

The girls leave at about 11 pm. I take a quick shower and pour myself a glass of seltzer. Nights like this are ideal for stargazing. Not a cloud in the sky and cool enough to have the windows open in the house. Apparently, I missed my mark. I open my door to a rather jarring sight. Expecting the usual chirping of the cicadas and a star speckled sky; I am met with a rising sun. The sky is not an 11 pm sky it’s a 6 am sky. I’m confused and kind of scared. My mind starts to race. How drunk did we get last night? It was just a few glasses of wine not enough to black out the entire fucking night. I text Cree and Iz. No response. I figure they’re sleeping. 

My phone says 5:47 am on Saturday, 7/23. My day off is Saturday, which would be the 23rd. Saturday was yesterday. I turn on the TV to verify the date and News 12 confirms my fear of today’s date, 7/23. The annual family cookout is being held tomorrow at the park. 4 pm sharp, don’t miss it! Did I skip work yesterday? No way, I would’ve gotten a call. My head is spinning at this point and I decide to lay down for a bit.

The sound of the news 12 anchorwoman echoes in my head. “This weekend is going to be a hot one. Anyone planning on traveling west towards the coast should take care to leave a little bit early because of heavy delays along all major highways.” 

I drift in and out of consciousness and finally give up. I’ve watched the sun rise through the skylight that is fixed above the couch. That big ball of fire has climbed straight into the center of the skylight. The big ball of fire is blinding me. The time is 8:30 according to my phone. I barely slept a wink. My mind was too busy trying to figure out if I was going batshit or if I was actually trapped in a temporal loop. I mean, that would be cool because then that would mean that time loops do exist but not cool because of the fact that I would be caught in one by myself. 

My phone buzzes to life with a message from Iz. “What are you talking about? Ladies night didn’t happen hunny.” I’m wigged. 

“Must’ve dreamt it! We need a night soon, hunnies.” I reply. 

“Ok Phoenix… This is the sitch, yesterday was Friday. You accidentally skipped work and today is Saturday. Wine night was just a dream because you have been missing Cree and Iz lately…” I am rambling to myself in the dark. Yes, that will spare my sanity. I drag myself off the couch since sleep isn’t happening. I step outside at around 9. Once again, the forest is roaring with life and so is the mother next door… 

“Brandy stop moving and put your damn flip flop on, we’re going to be late!”…. I need to leave.

I go to the store and begin piling snacks and random food items into my cart. It’s been a while since I’ve been food shopping so this is OK. 

“Ice cream and wine. Check.” I say to myself. Drink myself out of the loop. Yeah, that’ll work. I see this really cute girl staring intently at a box of Gushers. For a second, it’s as if my world isn’t imploding on itself and I’m just at the store looking at a beautiful girl I’d like to know. For some reason, she’s engrossed by these artificially flavored fruit snacks. It looks as if she’s deep in thought, something is on her mind so she is occupying the time with food shopping. She’s about my height; she’s got long and silky chocolate brown hair that’s pulled back into a messy bun. I realize that I’m staring at her with as much focus as she is at those Gushers. She feels my eyes and returns to reality, she glances at me. A subtle smirk spreads across her face as she looks me and my wine bottles up and down.

“The bigger the bottle the bigger the problem huh?” She jokes. 

“No bottle will solve this problem but at least it’ll make me forget about it.”

 She chuckles and walks away. I buy my wine bottles and go home to forget what day it is. 

Listen, I won’t lie, I like to party. I love day drinking. But cracking open a fresh bottle of wine the size of a bowling pin at 10 am by myself after realizing I may never live to see tomorrow is new for me. I can’t say I hate it. I sit on the couch. The News 12 anchor-bitch is still blabbering about the family cookout-- that is supposed to take place tomorrow-- too bad. I drunkenly type away on my laptop. Scouring the darkest corners of the internet to find out anything about time loops that exist outside of science fiction. Turns out, not many people who find themselves in my situation take to Reddit to write about it... I take notes from the Twilight Zone subreddit because at this point I’m desperate for answers. My quest for information bears no fruit. 

I did learn that a time loop is different from a causal loop, which would occur because of a previous event. My situation however, is anomalous and is unrelated to anything as far as I know. I’ve started a fresh note on my laptop titled “The Best Day Forever! :)).” This is where I dump everything I know about the situation. 

So far, I know that this loop resets but I don’t know the interval or the trigger. Things that I interact with seems to stay the same with the exception of people, they don’t remember our interactions. The coffee I made the first go around was still in the pot when I went for coffee round 2. People and things outside of my control reset as if they’re characters in a video game who have a script and a path. I begin thinking, dangerous thinking. 

“Why is this happening? Why to me?” I ask aloud as if someone is going to answer me. At this point, I wouldn’t be shocked if I got an answer from some omniscient voice. 

“What is the point of all of this?” I ask out loud again. Then I begin to think of everything I had done leading up to the moment I woke up on the morning of July 23rd the first time. My memory is extremely fogged, almost non-existent. I’m struggling to produce even the vaguest memory of anything that happened before Saturday. Was it raining yesterday? Did I even leave my house yesterday? I don't know. 

Come to think of it I don't remember much of anything before Saturday. I don’t know how I got this house. I don't know who Iz and Cree are except that we’re friends and have wine nights pretty often--though they have been less frequent for some reason. I don’t know Carter…But I do. 

It’s as if these memories were fabricated. I remember the facts. I, Phoenix, own this house in this pacific northwestern town and I am a barista at a local coffee shop. I moved to this town after graduating-- in hopes to pursue my dream of opening my own shop and building a house in the forest. Anything beyond that is smudged. I can make out the memory if I hyper-focus. But even then it’s just the blueprint of a life, details are scarce. I’m spiraling, existential crisis mode has initiated and now I’m just stressed out and drunk at 1 in the afternoon. I need air.

 I step outside and check my phone. The time is exactly 1:27 pm and a blue Subaru drives down my road with a big old husky hanging out the window living his best life. I start down the road towards the forest.

[kpoppwriter]

Ataraxia

Anon asked: Can you make a Changmin scenario based on his part in I live alone where he wakes up shirtless in the morning with his wife and they do cute stuff? You can find the video on YouTube it's called Unrealistic morning. Thanks a lot

Genre: fluff

Words: 720 

Warnings: idk if you’re scared of cooking and Netflix don’t read

a/n: so I didn’t actually watch this video but this is what I would imagine he would be like in the morning. I also wrote most of this during driver’s ed cuz it’s boring as hell oops unrelated but have y’all heard NCT 127′s new album its lit

The sun warm on your skin, the rays spilling through the window past the curtains. You shifted in your bed, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you. You attempted to get out of the grasp of the arms but to no avail. You turned to face the body that the arms were attached to. You were met with the sleeping figure of your husband Changmin. You admired his peaceful face as he slept. It was nice to watch him relax for a moment, even if it was just in his sleep.

Bored of just laying around, you peeled Changmin’s arms off of you and got out of bed. You quietly walked out of your shared bedroom and made your way to the kitchen. You took out some food from the fridge to begin making breakfast. Whenever you made food, you felt like you were cooking for 12 men with how much Changmin could eat in one sitting.

You stood in front of the stove cooking some eggs. You hummed to yourself, watching the eggs sizzle in the pan. You heard a deep-voiced yawn and heavy footsteps coming towards the kitchen. You felt Changmin’s arms wrap around your waist securely. His body pressed against yours as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“Good morning,” you chuckled

He only hummed in response. You laughed to yourself. He was always so cute when he just woke up. You continued cooking breakfast with Changmin clinging to you like a koala. You could feel his chest against your back and his warm breath on your neck. You hummed in delight, enjoying the peaceful domestic moment with him. The eggs finished cooking and you turned off the stove. You attempted to move so you could serve up the food but Changmin’s body kept you from moving.

“Min, I gotta move.”

“No, I’m not letting you go,” he whined

“Min~” you laughed

“Y/N~” he copied your tone

“Do you want breakfast or not?” you huffed

Changmin sighed and released you. You thanked him with a peck on his lips. You plated the food that was starting to get a bit cold. You handed one of the plates to Changmin. You walked into the living room and sat at the dining table. Changmin trudged in after you, still not completely awake. You took a moment to admire him as he walked over to the table. His dark hair was a mess and going every which way. He was shirtless, as he normally was when he slept. His honey-colored skin was illuminated by the sun shining through the windows. His eyes looked like they were almost closed, still trying to adjust to the brightness of the living room compared to the darker bedroom. He sat down with you at the table and started shoveling food into his mouth.

“I made extra in case you’re still hungry,” you chuckled

“You know me so well,” Changmin said between bites

You both ate in silence for a while, just letting each other really wake up. You heard Changmin let out a content sigh.

“This is so good 여보,” he said

“Thank you,” you giggled

“So,” he started saying as he got up to get more food, “What are your plans today?”

“I don’t really have any plans today. What about you?” you asked

“Today’s my day off so I don’t have any plans either.”

He sat back down and began to eat his second plate of food. You both eyed each other, a playful glint in your eyes.

“Netflix day?”

“Netflix day.”

Changmin quickly finished up his breakfast as you got some blankets from your bedroom. He cleared the table and left the dishes in the sink, too excited to watch Netflix to do them now. Changmin walked back into the living room to see you cuddled up in a blanket on the couch, remote in hand. He smiled lovingly and joined you. You looked through the list of shows and movies you’ve been wanting to watch.

“Ooh that one,” Changmin pointed, “I’ve been wanting to watch that drama.”

You pressed play on the drama he chose and rested your head on him. His arms wrapped around you securely as you cuddled further into him. The rest of your day was spent in Changmin’s arms watching Netflix.

[thelastspeecher]

How about nature spirit au with 9?

9. Witches and magic

The magic and witch part is near the end.  I got carried away with unrelated things at the beginning.  Which is why this is so gotdang long.  I just.  Love this AU.  Also: Emily is still Emory in this because I wanted it to take place before Molly leaves for college, and Emily doesn’t transition until after.  So Emily’s about 6 or 7, and Molly is around 18.

Send me a number for a fall-themed prompt!

              Stan,Molly, and Emory walked into Greasy’s Diner. Emory looked around in awe.  Hesniffed the air.

              “Whoa.”

              “Yeah.  This is what real food smells like, kid,”Stan said.  Emory sniffed the air again,his nose twitching in the distinctly deerlike manner that he had picked up fromhis mother’s side of the family.

              “This isgonna be great,” Emory whispered.  Hestarted to take off his hat.  Stan sethis hand firmly on Emory’s head.  “Hey!”

              “Keepyour hat on,” Stan hissed.

              “But it’swarm in here.”

              “There’salso humans in here,” Stan said, as softly as possible.  “Remember. You can’t show humans your antlers and ears.”

              “Or yourlegs,” Molly added.

              “But-”Emory started.  Stan groaned.

              “Squirt,we went over this a million times before we left.  Humans can’t know about your mom’s family.”

              “But youand Uncle Ford and Molly know.”

              “That’sdifferent.”

              “Boo.”  Emory crossed his arms.  Stan noogied him.

              “Cheerup.  You still get to try all the stuffyour mom doesn’t cook.  Why don’t you andMolly find a booth, and I’ll find a waitress.” Emory nodded.  He and Mollywandered over to a booth.  Stan made hisway to the counter.  He rang thebell.  In a short while, Lazy Susanappeared.

              “Heya,Stan,” Lazy Susan said, winking exaggeratedly. Stan grinned at her.

              “Hey,Susie.  Think you could man the booth mykids are sittin’ at?” he asked.  Hepointed to the table Emory and Molly had chosen.  Lazy Susan frowned.

              “I didn’tknow you had a son.”

              “Hismom’s…Amish.  So this is his first timein town.”

              “Amish?”

              “Uh,Amish lumberjack.  Lives in the forest,doesn’t talk to people, that sorta thing,” Stan fumbled.  Lazy Susan’s expression didn’t change.  “Uh, they’re sorta like hermits, orwhatever.”

              “Do youhave a picture?” Lazy Susan asked.

              “Yeah.  I do.” Stan dug out his wallet.  He’dgotten Angie to sit for a picture, wearing a hat that covered her ears andantlers, just in case.  In case of what,he hadn’t been sure, but he was now glad to have thought ahead.  He slid the picture over to Lazy Susan.  Lazy Susan picked it up and beamed.

              “She’s alooker.”

              “Yep.  My son takes after her that way,” Stansaid.  Lazy Susan chuckled.

              “Allright, hot stuff, I can handle your table.”

              “Thanks,Susie.”  Stan patted the counter idly andwalked over to the booth Emory and Molly had picked out.  Molly was perusing one of the laminated menuswhile Emory absentmindedly chewed on the corner of his.  “Squirt,” Stan hissed.  Emory looked up at him.  “You’re a bit too old to be eating a menu.”

              “Nuh-uh.”

              “Dad’sright,” Molly said.  “Humans your agedon’t usually chew on non-foods.”  Shefrowned.  “I think.  I don’t know. It’s been a while since I’ve been around a human your age.”

              “It’sbeen a while since you’ve been ahuman my age,” Emory shot back. “Hey-yo!”  Molly raised an eyebrowat him.  “I’m sayin’ that you’re old.”

              “Not asold as Dad is.”

              “Yeah.  That’s a good point,” Emory conceded.  He read his menu excitedly.  While his kids discussed what they were goingto order, Stan scanned the restaurant nervously.  Emory’s voice had been too loud for hiscomfort.  No one seemed to be paying themany attention.  Stan was about to relaxwhen he caught sight of a woman watching their booth.  She looked away quickly.  Stan’s heartrate skyrocketed.

              What did she hear?

              “What areyou gonna get, Dad?” a voice asked.  Stanreturned to reality.  Lazy Susan waswaiting to take his order, notepad and pen in hand.  Molly and Emory looked at himexpectantly.  “Well?” Mollyprompted.  “What are you getting?”

              “Uh, theusual,” Stan said.  He handed Lazy Susanhis menu.

              “Pancakeplatter with a side of bacon and cuppa joe, comin’ up,” Lazy Susan saidcheerfully.  She turned to Emory.  “What about you, you cutie-cutie?”  Emory shrunk back, clearly nervous, his eyeswide like a deer in the headlights.

              “Uh,”Emory mumbled, “the- the same?”

              “No,Susie,” Stan intervened.  “No coffee orbacon for the kid.”  He looked atEmory.  “Whattaya want, squirt?”

              “Waffles,”Emory managed quietly.  “With- withwhipped cream and- and blueberry syrup.”

              “Waffles,”Stan relayed to Lazy Susan.  “With theworks, and a mug of hot chocolate.”

              “You gotit,” Lazy Susan said.  She looked atMolly.  “And you, young lady?”

              “Coffeeomelette and a cup of coffee,” Molly said, handing the menu to Lazy Susan.  Lazy Susan nodded and bustled off.  

              “Sorry,”Emory muttered.  “I got- got scared.  It smells weird in here.  Now that I’m used to the food smells, I cantell.”

              “Yeah,Susan’s perfume is kinda strong,” Stan said. Emory shook his head.

              “No, notthat.  It’s somethin’ else.”

              “Oh.  Well, I’m sure it’s nothin’.”

              “Probablyjust all the humans,” Molly put in.  Shegrinned.  “We can be pretty smelly.”  Emory smiled.

              “Yeah.  Especially Uncle Ford.  He should shower more.”

              “Preachin’to the choir, kid,” Stan grunted.  Lazy Susanreturned with their meals.  “Thanks,Susie.”

              “Justdoin’ my job,” Lazy Susan said cheerfully as she handed off the various plates.

              The threeof them dug into their food.  Stan forcedhimself to eat slowly, savoring each bite.

              I don’t get bacon often enough.  Upon finishing his food, he let out a loudbelch.  Molly waved her hand to clear theair.

              “Gross,Dad.  It smells.”

              “Sortacovers up the smell from the lady over there, though,” Emory mumbled through amouth of whipped cream.  Stan froze.

              “Whatlady?” Stan asked quietly.  Emory noddedat the woman Stan had seen watching them earlier.  She was staring intently at Emory.  Stan’s blood ran cold.  “Molly, get your brother a to-go box, okay?”

              “But-”Molly started.

              “Now.”  Molly’s eyes widened at Stan’s firm tone.  She got up and walked to the counter.  Stan put a protective arm around Emory’sshoulders.  “Squirt, we’re gonna leave abit early.”

              “But I’mnot done with my food.”

              “That’swhy your sister’s getting you a box,” Stan said patiently.  “You can finish at home.”

              “Why?”Emory whined.  Stan forced a smile.

              “Your dad’sjust getting a bit antsy about you being out in public for so long,” helied.  Emory sighed, disappointed.

              “Okay.  Yeah. Mom’s prob’ly nervous, too.”

              “Yes!”  Stan seized that thought.  “She freaks out any time you leave theforest.”

              “Yeah.”

              “Did I evertell you about the first time I took you outside the forest?” Stan asked.  Emory shook his head.  “I wanted to show you off to your Uncle Fordand your big sister, so I took you to your Uncle Ford’s place.  Your mom was pacing by the edge of the forestthe whole time.  By the time I broughtyou back, there were five fully grown trees that hadn’t been there before.”  Emory grinned.  Molly came back with a Styrofoam box.  She handed the box to Emory.  As Emory carefully slid his leftovers intothe box, Stan continued to keep an eye on the strange woman.  She wasn’t looking at them anymore, butsomething about her made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.  Emory closed the box.

              “Done!”Emory chirped.

              “Great.”  Stan grabbed Emory’s hand and dragged him outof the booth.  Emory let out a smallsqueak of protest.

              “Careful,Dad!  My hat almost fell off!”

              “Shi-shoot.”  Stan looked closely atEmory.  His hat was askew; part of one ofEmory’s deer-like ears was visible.  Stanswallowed nervously and fixed the hat.  “There.  Ready to go now, squirt?”  Emory nodded. “Good.  Let’s go.”  Stan ushered Emory out of the restaurant.  Molly followed them outside.

              “Okay,Dad, what’s going on?” Molly demanded, her hands on her hips.  The part of Stan that wasn’t terrified forEmory’s safety was amused.

              That’s the same tone and poseAngie uses when she’s ticked at me.  Molly’spicking stuff up from her.  Good.

              “Dad?”Molly prompted.

              “Therewas some lady in there watching us,” Stan said.

              “So?”

              “Emory alsosaid that she smelled weird.”

              “Dad, I’mnot exactly a skeptic,” Molly said, “but you might be overreacting.”  Stan unlocked the car.

              “Betterto overreact than underreact, Little Six,” Stan said shortly.  Molly sighed.

              “Fine.  And, I mean, I get it.  Emory’s not human.  We’ve gotta look out for him.”

              “Exactly.  Now, load up. Let’s go home.”  Stan reached forthe door handle.  The car door flew open,hitting him dead in the chest.  He landedon the ground hard.

              “Dad!” Emoryshouted.  Stan moaned loudly.

              “Dad?”Molly said cautiously.

              “Gimme asec,” Stan groaned.  “Got the- got thewind knocked outta me.”

              “Whathappened?  Why did the door do that?”Emory asked Molly.

“That was me.” Molly and Emory spun around.  Thewoman from the restaurant stood before them, her long black dress billowing ina non-existent breeze.  Emory gasped.

              “Thesmelly lady!”

              “My nameis Kendall,” the woman snapped.  Mollyput an arm in front of Emory, nudging him slightly behind her.  “Ooh, smart move.  I am here for him, after all.”

              “You’renot gonna get him,” Molly snarled. Kendall scoffed.

              “Like youcould stop me.”

              “It’smagic!” Emory burst out.  “She smellslike magic!”

              “Andcircle gets the square,” Kendall said sarcastically.  “I’m a witch, kid.  Of course I smell like magic.”

              “Don’ttalk to my son like that,” Stan said, getting to his feet.  Kendall stared.

              “You’re anormal human.”

              “And?”Stan grunted.  

              “This boyis clearly a nature spirit of some sort.”

              “Forest,”Emory said.  Molly clapped her hand overhis mouth.

              “Hang on.”  Kendall held up a finger.  “You’re a normal human, and your biological son is a forest spirit?”  Shecackled.  “This is the find of acentury!  My coven will have to take me back when I bring thiscreature in.”

              “Creature?”Molly whispered.  She steppedforward.  “Lady, did you just call mylittle brother a creature?”

              “That’swhat he is.”

              “No, he’smy baby brother, and you’re not even gonna get close to him!” Mollyshouted.  A wind picked up.  Emory’s hat blew away in the sudden breeze.  Emory stared at Molly in awe.

              “I’m notdoing that.  Mole, are you-?”

              “You’renot a forest spirit,” Kendall said slowly. Molly rolled her eyes.

              “Yeah,right, like a human could actually tell the difference between a human and aforest spirit.  I mean, you believed mydad when he said he was a normal human.” Kendall’s brow furrowed.  Mollywiggled her fingers.  Another breezekicked up, this one blowing Kendall’s hair directly into her face.  As Kendall attempted to get her hair out ofher face, Molly twitched her nose.  Atiny sapling sprouted directly under Kendall’s left foot.  Off-balance, Kendall fell.

              “In thecar, in the car!” Molly said.  She pickedEmory up and tossed him inside.  “Dad!”

              “On it!”  Stan jumped in the car, started it, and thenpeeled out of the parking lot.  “Buckle,kids!”

              “Okay,”Emory squeaked from the backseat.  Stanlooked over at Molly, who had managed to get into the passenger’s seat.  “You too, Molly.”

              “Yep.”  Molly buckled her seatbelt.  She looked back at Emory.  “You all right, Em?”

              “Yeah.  Where did you learn that?”

              “Whichpart?  The bluffing or the magic?”

              “Both?”

              “Well,Dad taught me how to bluff and lie,” Molly said, nodding at Stan.  Stan ruffled her hair.  “Mom taught me some magic.  Since we’ve been in the magic part of theforest so long, I got the ability to do some minor charms and things.  Nothing big, though.”

              “That’swhy you didn’t fight her,” Emory said, nodding. “I thought that was weird.  Youlike to fight things.”

              “Duh,”Stan scoffed.  “She’s a Pines.  But yeah, we were outclassed.  I don’t wanna mess with witches if I canavoid it.”  Stan frowned.  “Didn’t know witches existed.”

              “Me, neither,”Emory mumbled.  Stan glanced in therearview mirror.

              “Well, Iguess her broomstick is in the shop, ‘cause she’s not following us.”  He met Emory’s eyes.  “Emory, that’s the last time I’m gonna takeyou outside the forest, just so you know.” Emory nodded.

              “Makessense.”

[osmw1]

Dimension Wave   Chapter 5—Recycling

“Phew…”

I slept remarkably well. It’s been years since I’ve felt this good waking up. People have been talking about virtual drugs recently but seeing how well I can sleep in a game, that’s more than enough reason for them to start selling them.

How long was I out for? I opened up the menu to check the in-game clock, which read 10:07 PM. I’ve been asleep for about six hours then. I take a look out the window and see that the sun has already set.

“Let’s go get that Fishing Mastery then.”

Name/ Kizuna†Exceed Race/ Spirit Energy/ 2,820 Mana/ 70 Serin/ 1,850

Skills/ Energy Production III, Mana Production II

Energy Production II → Energy Production III Generates 200 Energy per hour → Generates 400 Energy per hour Costs 50 Mana to upgrade.

Fishing Mastery I All actions with a fishing rod receives a 10% buff. Consumes 100 Energy per hour. Costs 30 Mana to acquire. Unlock requirement: Obtain 10 items or more with a fishing rod. Upgrade requirement: Obtain 100 or more items with a fishing rod.

I acquire Fishing Mastery I. Doing so consumes 100 Energy, leaving me with 2,720. Upgrading it to rank II will cost me 60 Mana. With only 40 left, I don’t have enough for it. In any case, I’ve got Fishing Master I now. I’ve been waiting to see what it can do. Well, still, I don’t think I can catch The Big One so easily though.

“… sure am hungry.”

I feel like I just ate before I went to bed. Thinking about it, that was already six hours ago, so maybe it’s time for another meal. I’ll eat the leftover fish I had grilled for me. I take out the Grilled Herring from my inventory.

“It’s turned cold. This game even has temperature, eh?”

When I had it earlier, it was fresh off the grill and piping hot. In that case, if someone were to make stuff like ice cream, it’d probably melt too. Well, who knows? Maybe there’s dry ice or something like that as well. It’s a bit miserable but if I don’t eat this, it’d be going to waste. I can make do.

“Now that my belly’s full, let’s go catch a fish or two. Where did I leave my clothes again?”

Here they are. I just tossed them over by my shoes. Right after I get dressed, I take out my Wooden Rod +2 and I’m ready to go. I leave the inn. Passing by the front desk cued a “Take care!” from the NPC. I step out to a town of darkness. A soulless scene. Maybe everybody’s hit the sack already or they’re still working hard at leveling up.

“It really is dark. I can barely see where I’m going.”

Of course, there are no streetlights, but there aren’t even torches around. It’s nigh pitch black. I open up the map from the menu and head towards that same bridge I was on yesterday. I even dropped by the general store since I had forgotten to buy more bait. I can’t believe that they’re still open though. If this were a real person running the store, they’d probably wouldn’t be too chipper at this time of hour. Imagine a clerk working in a convenience store or something…

Anyway, I get to the bridge. Unfortunately though, the moon is covered by clouds. I wouldn’t know I’m facing the sea if not for the briny breeze and the gentle crashing of the waves. Perhaps I need a carbide lamp or something of the sort. For now, I’m happy with my big pile of bait as I stick it onto my copper fishhook. I poked my finger three times, causing 10 damage. Then after casting my line into the sea, I feel a weird tug that I’ve never felt before. It’s… rather strong. But this dull bite is just odd. Whatever, though. I power through it and fish it out of the water.

—××× obtained.

Hmm? It’s too dark to read the text. I don’t know exactly what it is, but I put it into my inventory. I’ll know when the sun rises. I bait my hook and cast my rod again.

—××× obtained.

Whoa! I caught something the moment the hook touched the water. They’re really biting. I bought 300 pieces of bait, but now it looks like it might not be enough. Alright! It’s an all-you-can-catch!

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… finally, morning. I keel over with my hands and knees on the ground, exactly like the orz emoticon. As for results though, I caught nearly 200. But if felt more like they were looking for me, rather than me actively trying to catch them.

I take a look at my spoils. 137 Empty Cans 2 Rubber Boots Crystallization (Unidentified) 40 Herrings 25 Sardines 12 Seabasses 4 Common Darkfish 3 Zombiefish

“What?!”

What the hell? I got more Empty Cans than anything. Oh, the disappointment! Gimme back the happiness I had! Why are there even cans in this world in the first place? … but I guess it’s not too surprising after all.

What I intended to do was to find out whether I can catch different fish at night, so I can chalk it up as a success. “How much trash are you guys throwing into the ocean anyway?” is what I want to say, but I don’t wanna be rude. And not to mention that last thing on the list is totally undead. I bet I can get some good materials from trimming it. It better be good. I begin to gut and trim the fish while clinging on to that glimmer of hope. Probably not the cans though.

It took me two hours to finish up. I’m still not getting a gutting skill though. I wonder what the requirement is. Maybe I have to fight with it as a weapon? I plan to keep on fishing though, so I don’t think I’ll go and try that out. But, naturally, the amount of fish I had was proportional to the amount of time needed to trim them. I’m glad I have this convenient gutting knife. It’s just a hunch, but I think I can use it to gut monsters as well. I’ll try it if I ever get the chance to fight monsters.

“Alright, now let’s sell it all.”

I check the clock again to see it read 9:27 AM. I bet someone as diligent as Alto is would be up already. I’ll try and send a chat. What’s his actual name? Altorese, was it? I remember him saying something about Altorese’s Emporium or something. And just like before, a dialing sound effect plays as I wait for Alto to pick up.

“Hi, this is Alto.”

He sounds like he’s full of energy. He’ll be trading all day too, I’d say.

“Yo, it’s me.” “You sound like you’re the girl from yesterday. No, wait, the guy who’s playing as a girl, right?” “Right. Kizuna.” “Is that your name? I don’t think I caught it yesterday.”

Oh, now that he mentions it. I asked him for his name, but I was too embarrassed to let him know “Kizuna†Exceed” is my name. Rather, I think I deliberately didn’t tell him.

“So? What’s up today?” “Ah, I wanted to sell you some items. They’re all fish though, if that’s okay.” “Of course. Where are you now?” “On the map, I’m to the right of the bridge—”

After exchanging our locations, we ended up deciding to rendezvous at the same place as yesterday. I was gonna hurry on over, but Alto was there already.” He has different equipment on compared to yesterday. Looks like he’s doing well for himself.

“Yo, Kizuna. You said you had fish, but how much do you have?” “Oh, this much.”

I hit accept on his trade request. According to Alto, we can just trade it over by hand, but since we’re trading in such large amounts, it’s better to do it this way. I place the scales, bones, meat, heads, teeth, fin, and everything else in the trade window.

“It seems like you’ve prepped all of them for cooking already, but you still have so much. What a shock.” “Prepped for cooking?”

“I didn’t do that though?” was what I was about to say, but Alto continues.

“Yeah, after parting ways yesterday, I found out that if you use a kitchen knife to prep your fish, you get a lot more items that way.” “Huh.” “And so you have the cooking skill, right, Kizuna? If you need any ingredients, I can sell you some.”

No, I don’t have a single cooking skill pop up. But I���ll keep that to myself. Since he has so many connections, he’s gotta know somebody that uses a gutting-type weapon, right?

“Hey, Alto, this is completely unrelated, but what do gutting weapons do?” “Hmm? I’m pretty sure they do extra damage to certain races. But since their base damage is low, not many people use them.” “I see…” “And sometimes, when you kill the right monsters, they drop different items too.”

… don’t tell me I’ve misunderstood my gutting knife this whole time. As far as I know, if I’m being really careful, I can gut and trim fish to get their scales and meat. But it seems like I can use the cooking skill instead. Maybe it’s even more effective that way. In that case, I can probably even earn more money. Naturally, it’ll become common knowledge sooner or later. But before everyone knows about it, maybe I can make tons of money like this. It’s not exactly uncommon for a new game.

“What about gutting weapons anyway?” “Ah, I’m using one right now. So that’s it? A peculiar weapon used against certain races…” “I see. You really like unusual things, don’t you, Kizuna?” “Guess so.” “Anyway, how does a total of 6,000 serin sound?” “That much?”

Alto says it as if it were obvious. If all he had yesterday was 8,000 serin, that means he’s been making lots while I’ve been chilling.

“It takes time to raise your cooking skill, so factor in how much an hour is worth. It’s also quite a lot and then I put it a little below market value.”

Buy low, sell low. That’s how he resells stuff, he mentioned yesterday. That’s fine then. It’s a lot more than what the NPCs will give me anyway. I accept the trade, hit OK, and received 6,000 serin.

“Thank you for your patronage. Let me know if you have anything else to sell.” “Alright, I’ll holler next time.”

I take a look at my inventory to see only empty cans left. Having 137 of them is actually kind of a bother. NPCs will give me either 1 or 5 serin for each. The difference being aluminum and steel. Wait, hold on. Aluminum and steel, huh?

“Hey, Alto? I have another question. How much do Empty Cans sell for?” “Empty Cans? Unfortunately, dirt cheap. You’re better off selling it to a store.” “Is that right? It’s caught my attention that these cans are aluminum and steel though.”

I lower my voice as if I’m letting him onto a secret and his face lights up.

“… I see. With a blast furnace, they might be able to turn into ingots!” “There are blast furnaces, huh?” “Yeah. There are people working on their craft skills who are smelting ores into ingots.” “Then can I get you to take a look whether they can do the same with these cans? Of course, I’ve got a lot more, so if it works.”

We open up our trade windows again and I give him five each of aluminum and steel. It’ll be easy money if I can turn trash into something useful. Even if it doesn’t work out, I can still sell it for some change.

“Thank you, Kizuna! Maybe we’ll make a lot with this!” “Yeah, if it pans out, get me a slice of the action.” “Of course! I’ll hurry and find out then!”

This being right in his element, Alto rushes off while waving goodbye. It probably won’t even take him an hour.

“I’ve got quite a good stack of money now. Maybe I should get some equipment.”

If I can turn cans into steel, then maybe I can get someone to make me a weapon. But since I don’t even have a single combat skill, I think it’d be better to stick to my light clothing. And for shoes… can I wear these rubber boots? I take them out of my inventory, take off my default shoes, and stick my feet into the boots.

“Looks like I really can equip them…”

If I had a raincoat and a yellow umbrella, it’ll complete my little girl getup. Leaving the jokes aside, I should look for an armor shop or a player selling clothes. I take my first steps in my rubber boots.

Let me tell you what happened after. My hunch was dead on. Those Empty Cans really can be turned into aluminum and steel ingots. While keeping it a secret from Alto and the smith, I keep on quietly fishing up empty cans and repeatedly hand them over. The three of us made a killing for about five days until players found a source of iron ore. Of course, the ingots made from cans aren’t all that high quality, so we started losing business. After discussing our strategy with Alto, we decided to put it to an end. In any case, we came in hot with out Empty Can method and made a good chunk of cash. With fate bringing us together, I added Alto to my friends list.

“I’ll be counting on you for another brilliant idea to make money.”

I hope he feels the same way. Furthermore, for some odd reason, I can only catch Empty Cans at night. Afterwards, with iron prices going down, Alto made the information public. In the end, pairing the unprofitable fishing skill with smelting and smithing made for a popular money-making strategy.

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