#where it gives you stupid items that you have to be smart enough to think about a solution

[thunderblazz]

Bros the type of guy to have everything imside his stupid hat

[mins-fins]

should've been me.

&&. you're in love with him, that's great! all he's gonna do is use that to his advantage.

pairing: lee donghyuck x m!reader

genre: angst yummy

warnings: um uh.. sexual content??? (like mentions), the stress of friends with benefits, mentions of drinking, this relationship is very unhealthy

word count: 1.3k

notes: stole fwb hyuck from jj im so sorry but hes so………😢 um anyway so yeah he kinda really sucks here but hes so sexy and beautiful and a hashtag #malemanipulator😂 and reader just kinda takes it cause they're pretty pathetic if im being honest 🙏 (im so sorry but its true) (i quite literally wrote this) anyway DONT deal with people who treat you like shit you deserve better than that 🫵 i also wrote this in like 30 minutes at 1 am and river kept pestering me to sleep so thats cool 😆!

you're not exactly sure what your problem is.

you're not exactly sure what donghyuck's problem is either.

maybe the two of you were simply meant for each other, he's a drunk mess in your house and your a sober mess beside him. although compared to him, your better at keeping yourself in check for long enough that it appears your emotionally stable, hyuck is like.. how would you explain it? a ticking time bomb.

renjun calls him that, he's a disaster waiting to happen, even with how much he tries to put on a stupid calm act. yeah, he's smart, much smarter than most people give him credit for, but he is also much more impulsive than he likes to say.

case in point, he's absolutely wasted in your home right now, whining about some stupid thing his seventh fling said or something.

he's absolutely reckless.

the two of you have been a bit.. off for the past few weeks, your very aware that donghyuck is messing with different people, probably trying to get you out of his head after you two yelled at each other like there was no tomorrow.

he just always seems to find his way back to your house, even after all the times you try to turn him away, he always slides his way back into your life, one way or another.

and you always just let him.

you now realize how you seem like a pushover. wow, chenle actually wasn't wrong for once.

your frustrated, he just decides to waltz into your house, after two weeks of ignoring your messages and going around with other people, messing around with other people, staying over at their houses, pretending that you didn't exist, he always thinks he can just get his way.

it's not like you two are dating or anything..

but you hate that it hurts.

"okay— stop screaming" you put your hands up, but donghyuck doesn't stop talking, just lowering the volume of his voice, he just continues talking faster. you close your eyes, taking a deep breath, sometimes you feel more like his mom than his 'friend that's more than a friend but not his partner'.

"donghyuck, you need to— be quiet" you say, you somehow find yourself walking towards him and place your hands onto his shoulders. he has to look up at you to glare at you, and you almost laugh at the fact, you always teased him about it before, but right now he's glaring at you, a look he's shared with you at only certain occasions.

"don't tell me what to do".

"you're in my house!"

"well where else am i supposed to go, y/n? your the one who opened the fucking door anyway!" he retorts, still glaring at you like before. he's not crazy drunk to the point that he's stumbling over his words and talking like a crazy person, but he's also not that sober either.

not like you don't have so many more other people willing to drop down on their knees for you, why don't you just go to any of their houses instead?

that's what you want to say, the words rest on your tongue, itching to escape your lips so you can finally talk about what's been bothering you all this time.

you two aren't dating, you aren't exclusive to each other, your not.. an "item" or whatever, you two just both found something you could use to your advantage, and it's not like there were any rules when it came to you two, you guys had no control over what the other did with other people.

you have no right to be jealous.

so you refrain from saying that, instead biting your tongue and choosing the first thing that comes to your mind. "i didn't let you in, i opened the door, and you stormed into my house, and now you refuse to get out!"

"you're just such a little— bitch".

you'd kiss him if he wasn't being so aggressive at the moment, you can't say that he didn't look absolutely.. well— irresistible in a sense. if you weren't so stubborn, you probably would've pounced on him already.

but you stand your ground.

for once he can't get his way, you'll make sure of it.

"actually, i know what your deal is!" he shouts, accusingly, he walks up to you and points his finger directly in your face. his expression is a mix of pissed off and absolutely smitten, as if he's in love with you and wants to punch you in the face at the same time.

"oh yeah? enlighten me?"

"you're in love with me".

donghyuck leans close to your face when he says it, spitting out the words like they're poisonous, it's like he knows just how much you feel, like he's taking apart the thoughts that have been constantly plaguing your mind one by one.

you laugh, true words, but your not gonna let him know that. you allow your expression to become one of humor, and you raise an eyebrow. "i'm in love with you? please, get over yourself".

donghyuck doesn't falter. "you're just so bothered by the fact that i'm in someone else's bed, that i don't parade around you all the time, you always say you don't mind than get so sad when i'm not giving you a hundred percent attention, you whine like a baby when i'm not here for just a minute".

his tone is a teasing one, he's making fun of you, like he's about to jump at you and destroy all that you love. he wants to see you break, he wants to see you give in, wants to watch as you slowly melt and encapsulate his words, digest them, he wants you to feel every single letter that comes out of his mouth.

it's like he almost finds you funny, in a sense—

but your not that easy to break, so you just let out yet another bitter chuckle. "okay then mr. know it all, why don't you sit down and let me help you sober up?"

"your a coward".

you grit your teeth, he just won't stop fucking talking will he? he just keeps going on and on and on and on, at this point your considering pulling out the duct tape above your cupboard and shutting him up for good, but instead you close your eyes and sigh.

"why is it so hard to say, y/n? are you really that afraid of commitment that the best you can do is friends that occasionally mess around with each other?"

"donghyuck" you drag your teeth against each other. "if you don't shut up i swear to god i'm throwing you out of this house and making you sleep in the freezing cold".

it's an actual threat, not an empty one, donghyuck knows you well enough that he can tell the difference. so, stubbornly, he sits down, arms crossed over his chest.

your not sure why you always end up taking care of him, he didn't ask for you to, he just wanted to stupidly sulk on your couch, attempting to "calm" his mind after he screamed at you, staying silent after he basically read out all your inner most thoughts to you, like he just reached into your mind and pulled out all the things you'd been thinking.

"you always get so talkative when you drink".

you've gotten much used to ignoring how much you hurt when donghyuck yells at you, it's all become a little thing between you two, you argue, you sleep with each other, you forget it the next day, then go exactly back to that.

it's not healthy for either of you, clearly, it's more of destroying you than anything, but you don't even try to negotiate with him, just let him sit there as you contemplate, standing at your kitchen counter.

"i hate you" you mutter, instinctively cracking your knuckles as you say those words.

and yeah— maybe you do say that,

but your always gonna end up right beside him in the end.

[dreamofmetoday]

JOHNNY IDEAL TYPE READING

overall:

someone who is experienced in relationships - we learn a lot about how to behave in a relationship through experience and a lot of our teenage emotions calm down, so this is what he is seeking ideally. someone who values practicality, money, lifestyle compatibility and longterm goals over wooing and romancing (he doesn’t mind indulging in romance here and there but wants someone who’s more of a friend). someone who is proactive about solving disagreements and will meet him in the middle, someone who doesn’t get emotional and start huge arguments - he wants someone with a mature outlook (again, someone who has absorbed lessons from mistakes made in previous relationships). someone who is well-disciplined and isn’t impulsive. someone who’s intelligent and not a slow thinker. someone with good social skills. someone who is shrewd and can pay attention to detail (when it comes to longterm goals, such as money goals or home-owning, he doesn’t want someone he constantly has to guide or worry about). someone who can appreciate he's a catch but is mature enough to approach the relationship in a way where you know it might not be forever (in a sense, someone who puts in effort but is flexible and more practically, he could want a prenup).

turn ons:

someone who is clever and even good at manipulating others - when someone is really switched on, able to get others to do their bidding, able to get their way in meetings etc. (he also likes if he can picture someone who would be able to teach their kids to be really smart and shrewd). someone with a classy, feminine vibe. someone who is authoritative in a professional and amiable way. someone who can see extra meaning in life and can show they’re not simple-minded. someone who is focused on themselves and not what everyone else is doing. someone who is artistic and creative (someone who he thinks can come up with good business and marketing ideas). someone who can have fun and isn’t a huge rule follower (e.g. someone 420 friendly). a woman with long legs and bigger boobs.

turn offs:

someone who’s rigid and uptight, someone who is an obvious networker (he appreciates networking itself but doesn’t want them to come across as cold or amoral), someone who is too obsessed with showing off money and luxury items (too materialistic), someone who is harsh when they talk about their loved ones - e.g. if someone is complaining all the time about people they supposedly love or talking about them in a cold way (what they are good at or not good rather than their actual personality traits) he gets put off and questions it. when someone views the give and take in a relationship as too transactional (e.g. if someone said, “i will cook you dinner on saturday if you buy me roses on friday”, it’s really off-putting to him and he thinks this should be more fluid). someone who is naive and has no standards - someone who sees the good in everyone is stupid to him and likewise, he thinks someone who goes out of their way to help random people or acquaintances the same way they help their loved ones is desperate and weird. a woman who has a broad build.

[ragingstillness]

I gotta rant for a second. I have a coworker/manager who I’m in a semi-silent war with currently, over signage. I think we need more of it, she thinks we don’t. And it’s crazy to me to think that after the 20+ years she’s worked at this store she still doesn’t understand one of the fundamental truths of retail: customers are very smart, but they are also very stupid.

And this isn’t the kind of signage where it’s like oh this way to the dog food, I’m talking like safety signage. I’ll give a few examples.

We have a popcorn machine in our store. What that has to do with hardware idk but we make popcorn periodically and give little bags to customers for free on their way out. The thing is, it pops the corn in an electric kettle. You have to bring it to heat, pop the corn, then scoop the corn into the bags. We can’t afford to have someone manning the machine constantly so often if we’re busy we’ll run out of full bags, and there tends to be some popcorn left in the machine. Why is this a problem? Because the kettle gets incredibly hot and stays that way for quite some time. Often if I’m thinking of making another batch and just get briefly called away, I’ll leave it heating so I don’t have to go through the wait of heating it up again. I think we need a sign that reminds customers to not scoop their own popcorn. The kettle is not out of touching range when you open the doors and I have personally burned myself on it when I was scooping and my arm was a little too high. It stung like crazy and left a scar. I put a sign up. My coworker took it down. I explained to her why the sign was there and put up a new one and asked her to not take it down. I get there the next day, she has taken it down, and I barely manage to stop a customer from reaching into the machine for popcorn that very afternoon. This is driving me crazy, not only is it a safety issue it’s also a massive legal liability.

One of the other things we do is cut lengths electrical wiring and rubber/nylon tubing. We have a guillotine-like machine that does so. There is like one tiny sign that isn’t properly visible that tells customers not to cut their own wiring or tubing. And what do they do? They cut it themselves every time. The part that’s annoying for all of us is that they then don’t measure it properly or take note of what the item number is, meaning they come all the way up to the registers and I’m like dude there is no barcode or identifying markers on this random length of tubing, I can’t sell this to you without knowing the cost. Which means I have to send them all the way back to get the item number and at this point they’re typically pissed at me. Once again, this is a safety issue, we need more prominent signage. Yet when I’ve brought this up, management has said oh there’s that one sign, and just moved on.

Also, every once in a while a customer will get injured in our store. I have seen this happen twice now. Both times were luckily not a result of any negligence on our parts, just people cutting themselves on their own, but that’s led to them dripping blood on our floors and we don’t use proper blood borne pathogen equipment to clean it! I worked for the Red Cross! That shit’ll kill you! But nope, just paper towels for the floor oh and pull out the hose to wash the blood from the sidewalk down towards the parking lot drain.

We also put dangerous items in way too accessible spots! I narrowly prevented a maybe 7 year old child from grabbing and playing with a blowtorch hot enough to melt glass! Yes it’s mainly a parent’s responsibility to keep an eye on their kid or not bring them into the store at all but I am terrified every day that somebody’s gonna get very seriously hurt in our store.

Ugh this post got very disjointed but in general there are so many inefficiencies and safety risks at this store and it drives me crazy that most of my coworkers are at best ambivalent to it.

[auntphibian]

Playing a Bard Tips!

not Scanlan but want to play a really good bard? read ahead!

so I LOVE and I mean LOVE playing bards. Bard and Paladin are my fav classes to play, but honestly I would say I’m best at bard. literally every DM I’ve played a bard under has complimented and given me special items because of how I play and I think I can give some handy tips. 

tip 1: use rhymes and this cite specifically https://www.rhymezone.com/ 

when giving bardic inspiration I always (except a few times) have a rhyme to go with it. saying “I play my lute” is fine but making little rhymes really pulls other players in. it’s also way easier than trying to write an entire song like Scanlan does, plus I can’t sing and it doesn’t take up as much time. 

tips for rhymes, find words you associate with each PC. 

look up rhymes for fighter, ranger, cleric ect. and try to make it fit. for example “he’s rather esoteric, our cleric, far from generic, and never barbaric, he’s calm even when I’m hysteric”. all of those come up when you look up Cleric. it’s a short inspiration that can fit most clerics but will make the one you’re inspiring feel good.

rhyme with names. names especially make other PCs feel good because it’s generally unique to the character. however names are hard because rarely will names fit perfectly in a rhyme, so just grab the last part. like if their name is “Zaram” you won’t find a rhyme, but you will if you look up “ram”. of if their name is something like “Garcar” pronounce it out loud and find a word that sounds like the last part. “car” is pronounced like “sar” which sounds like “Czar”, now you have a rhyme. “my friend Garcar, is a little bizarre, but careful if you Spar, because he’s a rock star”.

situations are great too. This could be based on the mission or recent RP. if you’re fighting vampires look for vampire rhymes, if you’re fighting goblins look for goblin rhymes. An RP example, in my current bard, Meku’s, game the barbarian said something like “I longingly look at the hammer” so my rhyme was “making quite the clamour, I don’t mean to yammer, but you seem enamored, you really want that hammer!”. It adds to the RP they already started and makes them feel heard. 

Tip 2: tell Jokes

I always play horny bard characters so my jokes are usually dirty jokes, but this doesn’t just apply to that. Really lots of situations call for jokes, or you can just make it a character trait they always tell jokes. This really brings RP out of people. Similar to before, look up jokes based around class, RP, or situation. A PC likes jewelry, look up jewelry jokes. Dumb blonde jokes can become dumb barbarian jokes. Fighting vampires, look up vampire jokes. Call out who you want to RP with like “my PC scoots closer to other PC and nudges them saying ‘There’s a bunch of food set out, we must be in the vampire’s casketeria!’” this will ALWAYS get a response. A groan, a “they roll their eyes”, a “they laugh”, or anything else. Now you have a dynamic set up with that other PC. 

This can happen during combat too. Spells that involve talking, like silvery bards, vicious mockery, or really any, can just have you making a joke as your spell casting. For example I like the Spirit bard subclass, in it you have different tales on a chart. So I looked up jokes based around those charts. One was “clever animal” so my joke was “people say dolphins are as smart as humans but I think they’re jumping to conclusions”. This led to the party talking about what a dolphin is and how smart they might be. It was fun, simple, and relaxed RP that made the party feel closer. 

Now jokes are hard, I suggest just stealing off the internet. You don’t have to be crazy creative with it or anything, if anything stupid jokes are more fun. However, you will have duds. There will be times where your jokes aren’t recognized and you will feel crummy. Just move on and don’t let it get you down. 

Tip 3: give gifts!

I can’t express this enough. Non-mechanical gifts do WONDERS for RP. Most of my bards make friendship bracelets for the party and this always goes down amazingly. A special card or pressed flowers, or a trinket made into a necklace, all things that will really just make the other PCs feel special. I’ve had campaigns end where the PC describes being buried with their friendship bracelet. 

Also, make a big deal of it if someone gives your PC a gift. Talk about them putting it on the desk in their room, or a special pocket. Say “thank you” in whatever way feels character appropriate. If it’s a big deal to your character say they tear up, if it’s small slap their shoulder, that sort of thing. 

I’ve never had a DM charge my PC more that a silver for these sort of gifts because they recognize that it’s good for building party cohesion. 

Tip 4: fashion

Give your bard a style. This could be a cowboy, or Gucci, or like a fool, or in Meku's case, like a spirit Halloween store. It makes them stand out as an individual but also gives other PCs something easy to work with. You make a bad joke and they say “oh quiet cowboy”. 

Speaking of cowboys, make your character wear a hat of some sort. There is so much description you can do with a hat alone. Someone casts gust, “my character holds their hat in place”. Under the frightened effect “she hides her face in her hat”. It’s also a easy target for other PCs. a rival PC might teasingly knock it off their head, one might ask to wear it, other might brush it off for you. It’s a very stylistic item that doesn’t have to be tracked or anything so it makes just randomly bringing it up easy. I’ve had other PCs start wearing the same style of hat as my PC. 

Ask other PCs to help with style. If someone mentions their character’s hair cut, say “oh my god it’s beautiful, could you style my hair”. Y’all, a hairstyle is the strongest of RP bonding things. I guess because it’s almost always visual so all PCs have thought about it. From “let me braid your hair” to “can you cut my hair” or “what products are you using” it’s amazing. It can really apply to any aspect of style but hair is just a insanely easy and simple way to build a bond between PCs. 

Lastly, have a key color. This is super important in my opinion. Give your bard a favorite color and use it OFTEN. Meku’s favorite color is purple. All her magic is described as purple, all her clothes are purple, if she’s buying an item she asks for purple, ect. It’s again super easy but a huge way to make your bard stand out within the party and seem extra charismatic. 

Tip 5: describe EVERYTHING

You don’t need to write a novel's long description or anything but every little description makes you seem more charismatic. When Meku casts dimension door I say “you see a sparkly purple door open up as she uses dimension door.” polymorph, her animals are always described as purple and sparkly. Last session had a good one, she used heat metal then fire bolt I described it as “she glares at the man, blows into her cupped hand like she’s blowing on a ember. Then removes a hand and flicks her middle finger up with a fire bolt going into his face”. It’s not super long but adds a lot of character to the bard and adds visually to a fight. It also got a few laughs because it killed the guy. 

I recommend giving your character an element or material as a theme. I’d clear it with the DM that you aren’t changing damage type, just taking creative liberty with description. If your bard is water themed, describe things like cure wounds as “a faint mist sprinkles over you and you heal for__”. Eldritch blast could be flicking water droplets off your hand. Heat metal could be boiling water, haste could be tossing them a drink. These small things really just add a lot. 

Feel open to act a fool. I’m sure a stern bard can be fun but I have the most fun playing the class clown style bard. You fail a dex check at catching something, say “I got it!! Uh.. oops” or “she puts her hat up like a shield and gets knocked on her ass”, “eats dirt” is another good description. It makes your character seem endearing and makes you seem really good at handling failure. In a weird way it makes your character cooler. A stern fighter who is gruff and strong getting knocked prone will seem embarrassing because the character is supposed to be cool and competent. A silly bard getting knocked over then making a joke as they jump back up makes it seem like nothing can affect your character. Everyone will fail at some point so being foolish with the failure just makes the character seem more charismatic. 

Tip 6: have a journal or doc 

I always make journals for my bard and bring it with me. In my spare time I’ll write down jokes or rhymes or descriptions of spells. I divide the journal up, spell descriptions in one part, jokes in another, and inspiration rhymes in another. Divide inspiration rhymes up by PC and have a general section as well. Cross out or add a checkmark when you use the joke or rhyme so you can keep track of what you’ve used already. For spell descriptions just add a brief description and have it handy for when you cast. “Mending looks like bright red thread weaving through the material and magically joining it together” then when you use it say “you see red magical thread sew the two parts of the page back together”. I forget to describe spells a lot so having the page open helps you make it fit the situation. 

Inspirations are especially important to write down. I have been playing bards consistently for the past 5 or so years on a weekly basis, but even I have a hard time coming up with a rhyme in the time it takes to get to my turn. Have back ups written down. Sometimes you’ll just need to be honest and say “I don’t have a rhyme right now, but inspiration to pc”. However you look like the best player in the world if it’s consistent. It’s not a ton of extra work but it seems like it in the moment to everyone else. And they do appreciate it. I get DM inspiration frequently because my DMs really do enjoy my silly 4-6 line rhymes. I do keep rhyme zone pulled up with my dnd beyond so I can make a spur of the moment rhyme, but most of my rhymes were thought about at work, or school, or while driving, or wherever.

[catboygirling]

HAPPY NEW YEAR DAMIAN!!! 3, 4, 14 and 18 for the ask meme :]

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

oh man, that's a hard one. give me a minute...

(some of these are kinda gorey btw, because this is me we're talking about)

from Aftereffects:

It was bad enough that Lucifer had to drag him to a party full of stuck-up Your language, Mammon! aristocrats, and even worse that he was expected to behave like that while he was there. A stern reminder not to pickpocket or swipe any valuable decorations was all that he expected. But no, apparently that wasn’t good enough for Lucifer anymore. Even if he didn’t swipe a single grimm, he was still too vulgar and crude and stupid to show his face at one of Lord Diavolo’s parties. In his current condition, at least. And the only way to change that was to… to… Mammon pulled his knees close to his chest, Stop slouching! his breaths coming in shallow gasps. He might have been crying. He wasn’t sure. He could hardly think. He didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to think about what Lucifer did- He could still hear the whip’s cracking, still feel it slicing into his back. Every one of Lucifer’s cold reprimands Watch your tongue! Stop making the silverware clatter! Maintain eye contact when you’re talking to someone! echoing in his ears, over and over again.

from Withered Clovers:

Even Clover herself didn’t have the clearest idea of what was happening. She was not smart enough to put her motivations into words, but she knew in her heart what they were. It was Beasts of England, long forbidden from being sung on any animal’s lips. It was the pigs, her rulers, her oppressors, now indistinguishable from the old ones she’d sought to drive out, all those years ago. It was Boxer. All congealed together into a final desperate cry, the wild slam of hoof against wood and flesh and bone. To the animals outside, it was simply that Clover had gone mad. That was what Squealer told them the next morning.

from A Bird Trapped In A Cage:

At first, it was more of the same. The Watchers stood around him, setting down mysterious items, chanting words he didn’t recognize. Soon he was floating again. As awful as it was to admit, Grian was used to the “procedures”. Even the pain, he’d grown numb to. And then it felt like his skin was ripping itself apart. Something was in there, clawing at the surface, trying to escape from the prison that was his flesh. Grian’s mouth filled with the rusty taste of blood. He screamed, thrashing in the air, but nothing made the pain subside. He heard it before he felt it - a horrible tearing as his skin was torn open. Along his back, on the sides of his head. And from the tears poured a cascade of blood, as dark as the depths of the night sky... and out sprouted new pairs of wings. 

from An Ending:

And still, the thought of Simeon being gone leaves a gaping hole in his heart that feels too deep to look into, lest he fall in and drown.

from Let Me Sleep:

And then Simeon kissed him. Right on his forehead, where he’d been brushing his hair away. And once again, the only reason Solomon didn’t leap up and demand an explanation was because he was too flabbergasted to do so. The weight suddenly disappeared from the edge of the bed. Simeon wasn’t saying anything. It was so silent that Solomon was beginning to wonder if he had been asleep all this time, and he’d dreamed up the whole encounter and just woke up to the empty reality of it all. But then he heard quick (almost panicked) footsteps, and the sound of his door slamming shut. Then dead silence again.

4. total number of words you wrote this year

45,713! the number has been steadily climbing since I started uploaded fics in 2020 (previous years were 35,250, 31,090, and 2,624), and I hope that upward trend continues!

9. longest wip of the year

well, that depends on how we define "wip." A Bird Trapped In A Cage is 10k and a finished part of a larger series, but "Mikeko" is 7k and the first chapter of a larger fic. strangely, despite being the longest, I wrote the latter in a lot less time than most of my finished stuff! exactly two weeks, from february first to valentine's! still have no idea how I managed that...

18. current number of wips

fuck. uh. *opens my wip folder*

ahaha. 32. (it was actually 36 a few weeks ago, so I consider this an improvement!) (and I'm not actively working on all of those, they're just... you know, the wips under the floorboard that will eventually drive me to madness)

[freshthoughts2020]

DON'T GET GREEDY AND WAX FOR NO REASON

DON'T GET GREEDY AND WAX FOR NO REASON

August 21, 2023

I.EVERYDAY I’M HUSTLING

In these survival days, hustling is all that really matters, and people hustles varies from person to person. No matter what hustle it is, don’t get greedy and start being super tax man, this is mostly in reference when dealing with celebrities.

You may have saw the video where Meek Mill is attempting to purchase the Nike SB x Air Jordan IVs (man those are some beauties) and the guy on the video wants to charge Meek the tax price. Meek urges that he can get the sneakers at retail from the store, so why would he pay him the tax price plus if he would’ve showed love, Meek would’ve been incentivized to shop even more with the young bull.

First, Meek is capping, you can’t get those sneakers at retail, maybe a lower price than what buddy was selling them for but they will be above retail, too much hype around them. These days everything work off hype. If you don’t get them at release you ain’t getting them without paying the resale ticket, unless the shoe sat on the shelf, you might get an under retail price.

Secondly, his point still stands and he’s absolutely correct in theory. Taking off shoe guy and putting it on general hustlers for a minute. When you are selling a product and its fire and consistent, eventually you will catch the eye of a celebrity, maybe multiple.

II.SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON!

I can attest to this personally multiple times, I’ll just use one example for now. Some years ago I drew a pic of YG and Kamaiyah. YG dm’d me about purchasing it you know of course I was excited. This was in early corner days too, so I first started getting celebrity attention/recognition. Before I could respond you know I told some of my people.

You know what they said instantly after I told them the news. “You need to charge him a band”, “Oh yeah he gotta at least drop 4Hunnid on the pic”, and other nonsense.

No disrespect to the people that told me this but this is why people can’t scale up because they wanna do stupid stuff like that and tax for no reason.

III.CAN’T TEACH NO ONE HOW TO HUSTLE..

Just because someone’s a celebrity do not mean you charge unwarranted high prices, it instantly throws smut on your name and can close doors that you ain’t even noticed that was opened. Let me explain why I didn’t tax YG in the first place.

1) the picture was only 8” x 10”, 2) that is a small picture , and 3) it was a sketch without much detail. It was colored and great in my style but my pricing is always on what I would pay for it. Also, the bigger the size the more it is reasonable to charge high prices.

I wouldn’t pay over a few hundred for a small picture unless it was by an artist whose work was unattainable, if it was to personally support an artist I know, or if it is extremely detailed but the canvas chosen is just small.

This particular picture did not fit my laid in criteria, if any normal person wanted that same picture I wouldn’t have charged them more than $50 at that time. Now he never followed through on the purchase but imagined if I would’ve came at him saying give me a rack for this. If he’s smart with his money, he would’ve instantly been off put and possibly stopped any other doors that could’ve been opened.

When it comes to celebrities you have to think more than the money, they carry an audience. Why do you think they get so many free items in the first place? They are walking billboards plus they can actually employ if you’re actually dope enough.

That YG interaction I had could’ve went a thousand ways, now it didn’t go anywhere but I definitely wouldn’t had helped if I came out the gate thinking “get as much money as I can out of him.” That’s short sighted, fast-money, flip everything thinking. You may get a payday but you lose out on the long term. I couldn’t play myself like that in life I think in long term for everything!! Its how I maintained the patience and faith to become a lawyer and run this website because there are extreme peaks and valleys!

So if you got a hustle going on learn from that vid with Meek and this article. Think about the bigger opportunity, think about what is attached to a person with clout, how doors can be opened if you treat this rare interaction the way its supposed to go. Don’t lose out your blessings beloved, Get money..

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[death-ward]

hehe i did an oc meme for dori just for funsies

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic?

Dori is a very devoted friend, to the point that it’ll probably be her downfall. Probably because when you grow up with none and suddenly have some…..well. You dont wanna give those up. In the group dynamic she kinda falls into the mother hen territory she’s always concerned about others well being and wanting to do the right thing. 

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewelry that they always wear or refuse to part with?

Her phylactery but that was snatched from her so heehee. I think she was more afraid to take it off than anything bc she wasn’t sure what would happen. 

🍋: What is your OC's most painful memory?

El oh el. 

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

In a cozy quiet atmosphere. Think coffee shop atmosphere, where the ambient noise is calming and minimal.

🍎: Do they share any features or traits with any family members?

LMFAO NO FUNNILY ENOUGH! I guess both her and her sister share the same strong want to do whats right. But that’s about it.

🍑: What sort of traits does your OC look for in a Significant Other?

Yknow…idk if I’ve thought about this for her tbh…Someone who is kind, someone who lives life with purpose. Someone who just enjoys her for her. This is sad and sounds like the bar is on the floor LMFAO 

🍒: Has Your OC had their first kiss yet? If so, with who?

Yeah I think I’ve answered this one it was either some boy in her hometown that didn’t think she was an absolute freak and it happened in the library, or it was some member of her circus troupe on a night out. 

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate?

She likes the scent of chamomile and light floral notes. She also really likes the smell of coffee despite not really drinking it too often. She hates the scent of like…damp and musty areas.

🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

Giving affection she’s very much one of those ‘I saw this and thought of you’ type of people. She likes giving items that are tailored and personalized to those she cares about. Reassuring touches are probably her favorite to receive. A hand on the back, shoulder, a gentle reassuring squeeze of the hand, etc. 

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

I think she’d get utterly embarrassed if they’re publicized. I feel she’s very shy with affection. Physical or emotional. I think her favorite again is reassuring touches. I think she’d also really enjoy cuddling LMFAO shes so lame my god. Let her be a small spoon. 

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

Harming innocent people for any reason. 

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of them? How do they surprise people?

She’s a bootleg wizard I guess so people expect her to be like super smart but she’s okay (i’m stupid). She’s like kind of smart but she’s never been formally educated or gone to college so I call her a bootleg wiz because she’s learned from knowledge passed onto her and her unbending will to learn.

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

Shes got a set of ornate tarot cards I’ve talked about before but also a pair of earrings her sister got for her for her birthday years ago.

🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for?

Knowing her it won’t even be her who commits it; it’ll be like Rorik or Groop or Gyael who does and she gets caught in the crossfire LMFAO. At this rate it’ll be some type of war crime where again, she didn’t do it but was caught in the crossfire.

🍫: Where does your OC go to think?

She never stops thinking unfortunately. 

🍾: Does your OC believe in luck? If so, do they have any charm or ritual they do before a stressful event?

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I LOOK AT MY DICEROLLS. 

🍷: What's one of your OC's pet peeves concerning food?

SHE ABSOLUTELY HATES WHEN SOMETHING WET TOUCHES ANOTHER BIT OF FOOD AND MAKES IT SOGGY. GAGGGGGGGINGGGG

🍹: Does your OC have any funny anecdotes told about them?

Funny? No but she’s been said to be a filthy devil lover which is true! Hehe! 

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

Yknow. That’s a good one she’s had nothing but rough days and is super good at compartmentalizing rn so we’ll have to figure that out at a later date. 

🥃: If your OC was in this universe, what would be their favourite show/book/band/social media platform?

Omggggg she’d love ghost adventures….i also think she’d love ACOTAR…band wise I feel like she’d love HIAM…and Rina Sawayama…also she’d fuckin EAT UP pinterest…

🍕: How does an OC spend a lazy day?

At this point in time? Resting……she hasn’t had a chance to rest in forever.

🍔: Are there any recent trends you think your OC would hate? Or love?

Recent trends….not that i can think of 

🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure?

Shitty romance novels….her actual guilty pleasure? Writing shitty romance stories. LMFAO

[the-literal-concept-of-morality]

I used to let my cat sleep with me in my room but she enacts war crimes while i sleep because i am asleep. She wanted my attention and affection from me not food just attention.

She destroyed my blinds multiple times. She claws my face in my sleep to wake me up. She tried to knock over a glass bong onto my head to wake me up. She missed, spilling gross bong water all over my pillow and bed.

She thinks she is the thinnest, skinnest cat there is in the entire world, with the grace and elegance of the leaves dancing in the wind to breeze through the maze of knick-knack, trinkets, gifts, and memories I have set up on the shelves of my room without disturbing a single item. But she isn't. She is a fat girl with a primordial pouch, which makes her look even fatter. She bumps and knocks over everything in her way. Making the loudest sound when she knocks over one of my multiple decorative metal containers making the loudesy sounds in the world, waking me up. Plants? On the ground, dirt spilling everywhere. Vases? Shattered in pieces on the floor. Plastic bags? Chomped, torn, and licked to death. TV's? Taking attention from her, will try to knock over. Food? Will get in your face and try to take it from you. She get on the counter and messes up my mothers plants to sit in the window where the plants should be sitting. She pull my parents clothes out of their dresser to manouver through the dresser drawers and be hard to find on purpose.

The worst part is that shes smart. She learned how to open the door to my room, making it useless keeping her out of my room, until i remembered i had a lock. She tries to open the door to the bathroom all of the time. She knows she can break the rules if im not around and does so often. Which is why we come home to messes all of the time. She will do something she isnt supposed to do in front of me and will turn around and look at me with innocent eyes like she knows if she looks cute enough i might over look this transgression. Shes also really stupid, shes an adult cat but she can't stop chewing on everything and has basically no teeth because of it. she has had no teeth since she was 2 years old.

She literally hates all other cats. Its a problem, when she tries to go outside, she tries to attack the outside cats immeadently leading me to grab her before any of them get seriously injured. She cant enjoy concrete time because of her bitchiness. She is also a menace to children, causing her to get kicked out of my brothers home and into my arms.

So yeah i dont let my cat sleep in my room anymore. Expect during the winter time where she sleeps under my covers between my legs, her favorite spot in the house when its cold. Its also the only time she isnt a bitch. Not really, she a bitch 85% of the time. She gives me little kisses sometimes.

if u let ur cat sleep w u PLEASE tell me why in the tags. if i let keppy sleep with w us we would wake up 1000x a night. banishment to downstairs with you foul creature

[primalspice]

bruno: A1, A9, A13, B4, B11, C4, D4, E3, E4, F3, F9, G1, G4, H1, H8, I6, J6, L9

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A1: What of the Meyers-Briggs personality types they most fit into? INFP, ENFT, et cetera…

ENTP apparently. Disgusting

A9: Does your OC make a lot of excuses? For themselves? Others? 

He wouldn't call it making excuses, he'd call it 'seeing things from a different perspective'. but yes LOL. He doesn't really give a fuck enough to go to bat very hard about a lot of things because he just does what he wants to anyway for the most part, but i think the not-giving-a-fuck also makes it easy for him to write a lot of things off as Not A Big Deal when they kinda are.

A13: Does your OC have any phobias? If so, where did they come from?

No, he's frankly a bit Too fearless. I think his gore-freak-ness is kinda fear-driven in a way though (but more primarily by other things). I mean it IS kinda freaky to not know whats going in inside your body every day.

B4: Do they tip well? How easily can they be moved to not leave a tip?

He tips pretty well, but also proportional to how much you let him small talk and lament about how tipping culture isn't such a thing in Europe and make stupid jokes while you're trying to do your job. He would only not leave any tip at all in extreme circumstances.

B11: Your OC is running late to meeting someone: Do they let the other person know? Do they lie about why they’re late?

C4: Do they consider themselves superior or more important than anyone else? Lesser?

I don't think it's a conscious belief that he holds but he Is very self-centered and he Does think that he's kinda ahead of the curve in terms of his philosophies and ideas. I don't think he realizes that the reason he's not often challenged by others is not because they think he's really smart and groundbreaking, but because they don't want to intrude on his weird fetish.

D4: Would they like to be immortal? Why, why not? If they are immortal, would they rather not be?

I think he'd find being immortal convenient terms of regenerating if gravely injured and being able to record what it was like, having endless time to discover things about the world, and generally not having to worry about what happens after you die, but I do think that his body rituals would lose some of their magic without the active defiance of death. So I guess the answer is Kinda. He thinks about it a lot.

E3: How many languages do they speak?

3 fluently; English, Spanish, German. I think he grew up speaking all three. He probably lies about speaking some other languages more conversationally than he actually can, as an avid traveler may do.

E4: Did they enjoy school if they went to it?

Not to make him sound like One Of Those but he enjoyed the learning, hated the structure. I think he attended several different schools since he kinda moved around a lot. He started going to college in the 70s so that was fun and enlightening for him 🍃🚬

F3: Could they ever live in a “tiny home”?

If trash being stacked to the ceiling doesn't disqualify him, yes. I don't think he'd enjoy it necessarily, but he really does not have many items that take up a ton of space. He'd do numbers on r/malelivingspace.

F9: Are they homebodies and enjoy being home?

He doesn't mind being home but he gets bored easily and stressed out by his own mess that he can't bring himself to clean. Needs to at least have access to a phone to annoy Caroline.

G1: Is your OC close to their family?

I think that his parents are both likely dead at this point + he strikes me as an only child, but I don't think their relationship was bad. I think most of his immediate family are also kinda eccentric and cultured so the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I think they probably conflicted more when he was young and defiant and annoying but they were glad to let him fuck off and do his own thing once he graduated school. He probably visited them overseas on occasion. Yea that's right, oc with normal family relations. #sorry

G4: What kind of childhood did your OC have?

Pretty good and upper-mid class and cultured (his mental break did not come until later <3). I think he was born in Mexico and his family moved to Germany when he was a preeteen-ish?? Not due to parents divorcing or anything, they just moved around a lot for work. I think he spent a lot of time alone as an only child + not having a lot of time to make friends with all the moving + parents not always home to give him attention, but he had a lot of hobbies to make up for it. I guess the results of that + his extroversion and natural personality = having the most self-centered and grating personality possible as an adult.

H1: What is your OC’s orientation, romantic and/or sexual? Has it ever been a source of stress for them? Have they always been pretty sure of their orientation?

I think he's heteroflexible mostly in that he wishes he was gayer than he actually is for the sake of eccentricity and being able to own the homophobes in 2006. I'm sure he has Experimented. Goes to gay bars because he prefers the company. It is not troubling to him he loves sexual liberation and being contrarian. And also he's straight anyway.

H8: What’s your OC’s idea of a perfect date?

You go to a nice restaurant with him on the Vegas Strip per his recommendation then take a walk while he talks at you about his latest Ideas. You go to A HOTEL OR YOUR OWN PLACE (NOT his) and perform minor surgery on him and/or have weird old man sex. You never meet him again in-person but he can still text you about his latest endeavors to which you reply wow Bruno that's so cool good luck.

I6: Could they eat the same thing they enjoy over and over and not get bored of it quickly?

I think he likes to change things up as much as possible, he gets bored of Most things easily even if its yummy food.

J6: How do they react to people whose political viewpoints are very opposite of theirs?

Engage in smug debate :/

L9: How did you come up with your OC?

Appeared to me in a vision. I always need more mad scientist ocs. His gore freak developments are much more recent and mostly born of my desire to see more stylized gore art and thinking about how that may fit in with the original Themes and Ideas i was going for by making him a geneticist and ideas about identity and such. IDK. Everyone's still kinda a work in progress development-wise.

[gravltas]

It’s been a long time since Chuuya dropped his ( non-consensually given ) moniker of ‘King of the Sheep’, but even so, there were some things you just didn’t forget over time. Looking after people younger than you, was one of those things. He’d noticed the young teenager locked up in the basement before & for the most part he could ignore it. That’s what happened when members of the Port Mafia were too young or angry or too out of control & their powers needed to be locked away. He didn’t like it. He didn’t agree with it. But ultimately even as the Port Mafia’s current second longest acting Executive after Ane-san, he didn’t have the authority to overrule the person who had ordered their imprisonment, the Boss.

Still, he wasn’t completely heartless.

The basket he somewhat awkwardly shoves through the slot where the kid’s food tray was passed to them, contained an assortment of somewhat pricy goodies; chocolate, candy, a plushie of a purple dragon he’d spotted at the checkout that was kind of cool, a Nintendo Switch with a few popular games. There was also less fun items but probably still needed - a couple nondescript pyjama sets in their size, an oversized red hoodie, a hairbrush & package of ribbons, clips & ties, a little hand mirror ( plastic, he wasn’t stupid enough to give them anything that could be used as a weapon ), & some sanitary products because he wasn’t sure if the lower ranking mafiosi guarding the cells knew the teen’s name, let alone their biological information.

He’d done something similar for Q a few years ago, possible because the thought of a child being locked up like an animal made him feel a bit queasy.

There was also a notebook & a case of oil pastels & high quality markers. He didn’t know if they could draw, or liked to, but… well, writing had helped him get through a lot of pain, & he’d heard wrt therapy was good for kids.

“You’ve been in here a while,” he says as he leans against the locked cell door. “I know nothing can make this place nice to be in but I figured it might help you be a little less…” Bored? Sad? Afraid? He couldn’t pretend to know how they felt, he’d spoken to them all of maybe three times over the years. “…anyways, if you need anything & it’s urgent, the guards have my person number.“

kohaku is a feral cat of a person. they're cute but they do lash out with claws. it's best to approach them carefully. which chuuya does. kohaku eyes the basket for a second. gauging the level of peace offering brought to their barred door. they take it of course. looking through with swift fingers.

it's the hoodie that really does it. they slide it on, soft fabric adorning their skin for the first time in a while. they slide over their head immediately. shrinking into the red for a moment. before looking up at him. eyes shining just a little bit. they feel like a small genderless blob for the first time since they have been put down here. it's exquisite.

clothes in the port mafia are a luxury and a symbol. they try to ignore the ringing of mori's words in their ears. clutching the hoodie tighter and sticking their hands in the little pouch pocket.

" thanks. " it's a hard word to say out loud. they admittedly haven't been shown a lot of kindness in a while. but they want to make sure he's heard it before he leaves. kohaku is fairly smart or they would like to think. the jury is currently out on whether that's the truth. " i like it. "

but not biting the hand that let them have a hoodie that them gender euphoria. definitely going to try not to bite that hand. also they have the switch now, which is pretty cool. they've always wanted to play zelda. now they have the means to do so. / @chaosbled

[pisceanvixen]

YOKO - Part 1 (Drummer Boy & I)

I want to post about something that I have been suffering the repercussions with for quite some time now. And it's not because I feel any guilt within myself about my decision, but because others felt (and still do) the need to make me suffer for my apparent mistake. However, before I dive into this very personal, yet public story of mine. I would like to give some background on my relationship with my ex boyfriend and the start of my relationship with my husband, Avery. So, let's just call my ex boyfriend Drummer boy (for shits and giggles).

DRUMMER BOY & I **TRIGGER WARNING: R*PE & S*XUAL ASSAULT**

The drummer and I have been dating for about 5 years up until that point. I guess you can kind of say he was my high school boyfriend, although we only got together literally a little bit before graduation day. He proposed to me only after months of being together (to which some claimed I had forced him, but if I'm being honest, every boyfriend I was with ended up proposing to me on their own accord. And I was stupid enough to say yes every time, excluding Avery). I'm not going to deny the fact that our relationship was toxic. We were both struggling on how to navigate through life with our own personal traumas, let alone deal with one another. At the age of 18 years old, shortly after I graduated, I was kicked out of my home. Drummer boy's family kindly took me into their one bedroom apartment, where him and I shared a tiny sliver of a room (they literally put up a board to create it into a room). It was about the size of a walk- in closet where we shared a rugged twin bed. My ex was not the cleanest of the bunch. I felt like he wanted to live out what he considered to be a "punk" lifestyle by literally living in ankle deep trash. There were cigarette butts, ash, candy wrappers, used condoms (that weren't technically mine), dirty laundry, old notebooks, and other miscellaneous items scattered across our floor. But, I loved the dude. So, I didn't necessarily mind it right away.

Eventually, my smart mouth got us kicked out of the apartment once the landlord realized his family was letting us stay in the living room. And through all of MY hard work, I got us an apartment of our own. The drummer always had a hard time keeping a job. He went through them as fast as he went through his Marlboro cigarettes. It was his inability to wake up for work that eventually every job would fire him for. Now, I'm not one to make anybody conform to the stressful environments of any corporate company...but, when your girlfriend is working her ass off to keep you afloat, I'd at least think you'd try and find a job you can temporarily tolerate until better circumstances come along. By this point, I got fired from my job (for a reason I will explain later on in this blog), but luckily I found another job working for Porto's Bakery. I was the only manager of my section and if you have ever been there, you would understand that this was an extremely strenuous and physically demanding job. There were almost 300 employees buzzing around this cafe and I was in charge of 30 of them. Therefore, I was always at work. I worked long ass hours from 9am to 10 pm. Drummer boy, however, didn't feel the need to keep his job and decided to quit without mentioning it to me. Now, quitting would be alright if he had another job lined up. But no. This motherfucker sat on his ass for two weeks straight without moving a single muscle.

Now this part is important because it changed the entire dynamic of our relationship. I worked long hours, but on the days I got off on time I would still make him dinner. Eventually, he got a job as a dishwasher at BJ's. So he worked until 11 pm. That night I made him a plate, wrapped it up, and left it on the counter for him to eat. I was exhausted so I couldn't help but fall asleep. I woke up in the middle of night only to find drummer boy sleeping on the couch with his literal dick out in his hand and his phone in the other hand. For some reason his phone didn't lock and I could see that it was sexting messages between him and this girl he was trying to meet with. Now, I can't say whether or not this girl was real or if he was being catfished. But regardless, I was fucking pissed. This next part, I'm not necessarily proud of... I grabbed him and shoved him up against the wall; essentially waking him up from his sleep. I started yelling at him about what an ungrateful little fuck he was. I screamed that I work long hours and I come home to take care of him. Only to find out he was cheating on me during those long hours that I was away at work. Those texts dated back even before he lost his job. I was kind of disgusted with myself for not noticing right away, but I was so consumed with work and making money. I kicked him out.

I'm also not proud of this either, but I headed into a somewhat spiral. I was heartbroken. I was angry. I started letting out my sexual frustrations with random employees at my job. I didn't care whether I was their boss. I didn't care whether it was a man or a woman. I slept with *ALMOST* anyone and everyone. I knew I was trying to fill the empty void of heart ache, but I couldn't care less. I was miserable. I gave my attention to any man who gave it back to me. I even ruined an engagement because the guy left his fiance to be with me. I was selfish and reckless (this would be one of my deepest regrets). Drummer boy came into my work with a note and a bunch of Reese's chocolates as an apology for cheating on me. I never read the note, threw it in the trash, and continued on with my shift.

Eventually, I let drummer boy back into our apartment but we still weren't back together. At this point, Porto's had been open for a month and all the employees wanted to celebrate at Rock n' Brews across the street. I showed up to the event and obviously people were getting drunk fast. Everyone was having a great time, until we reached the very end.

I ended up making out with one of the kitchen managers. He was completely wasted and I was somewhat buzzed but not enough to not know what I was doing. He wanted me to come home with him, but I declined. This seem to upset him quite a bit which lead to a very heated conversation. I eventually took his keys because I knew he was too drunk to drive. But in the midst of our little dilemma, another one creeped it's way into my eye shot. I saw one of my employees crying. She huddled close to me, crying frantically into my arms. I asked her what was wrong, but before she could answer another one of the floor managers came storming our way. I saw him puffing his chest with an angry expression scrunching up his face. I looked at my employee again and quickly asked what happened. She told me that the floor manager was forcing her to sleep with him. She explained that the he screamed at her , saying that if she didn't sleep with him then he would drive off to his home drunk. And if he got into an accident, that it would be her fault. Obviously, this was a bunch of horse shit. I told her it wouldn't be her fault at all and to call an Uber home. She said that she would just sleep in her car until the next morning. I offered to pay for her Uber, but she declined. I said okay and nudged her toward her car. I watched her safely enter her vehicle but she truly never left. So, I assumed she would now be safe.

While this was happening, the kitchen manager (that I was making out with) was still mumbling and yelling at me to let him drive home. He got into my face and told me if I didn't hand him his keys, that he would beat the shit out of me. Now, I don't know why I thought I was being a hero, in retrospect, I should have let that asshole drive himself home...but, I felt like I couldn't live with that guilt on my conscious. So, I told him I'd like to see him try. He was so close to my face that I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Before things got worse, the floor manager approached me. Of course, he was explaining his side of the story. I didn't care very much to listen. Then, two other employees came along. One of them was so drunk he couldn't even stand and the other was one of our bus boys attempting to hold him upright. The floor manager stumbled his way to help the drunkard and his friend. Everyone was too drunk to drive home and I live 5 minutes down the street from this Porto's. So, I offered to drive everyone to the motel across the street. I suggested that everyone stay there until the next morning. The floor manager told me that he wanted me to stay and sleep at the hotel. I told him I was only 5 minutes away from Porto's and I would be fine. But then, the kitchen manager started yelling at me that if I didn't come and sleep with them at the hotel, then they will all drive off drunk. I was in the same predicament as my employee...only that, I was the only woman amongst the group. I figured that if I lied and said I would go while managing to sneak out then I could get everyone there safely at the least. So, I agreed. All of the boys (not men) trampled into my car as I drove us to the motel.

After a short 2 minute drive, the boys stumbled out of the car and into the office to grab a room key. I should have left then, but for some reason I wanted to make sure everyone did go inside the hotel. They grabbed a two queen size bed room. I helped grab the drunk employee up into the motel by myself and laid him down onto the bed. He was too fucked up to say much, but he thanked me. The floor manager and his bus boy told me they were going to look for a smoke shop and that they would be right back. I nodded as the kitchen manager was sloppily getting into the bed. Just as they left, the kitchen manager grabbed me and swung me on top of him. He started shoving his tongue into my mouth and I went with it for a second. But a few seconds after, I changed my mind. I stopped midway and told him that I didn't want to do this. He laughed and grabbed me and flipped me onto the mattress. I kept telling him no. I kept telling him I didn't want to do it. He didn't listen. I didn't fight it much either. I squirmed and repeatedly told him no, but why didn't I punch? Why didn't I kick him in his tiny fucking balls? No. I felt helpless. I felt like I was in shock. He lifted up my skirt and grabbed my underwear to hastily take it off. He undid his zipper and pulled out his dick. But, I was still squirming so he had a difficult time getting it in. I could feel the tip of his dick touching the outside of my vagina and I would squirm again. Eventually, he grunted and fell over onto his back. He was asleep. I got up and pulled my underwear back on. I was about to run out the door but I stopped. I was staring at the man who just attempted to fuck me. He laid on his back snoring with his dick hanging out. Asleep. With no fucking care in the world that he just traumatized me. I left him like that.

However, just as I was about to leave, the floor manager waltzes into the room. He looks at the kitchen manager laying on the bed with his dick out. He then turns to me with a smug look on his face.

"Looks like he had a good time. Huh?" He jokes.

I just stare at him, not saying anything. I told him I have to get going and he tells me no. He gets in front of me to stop me from getting to the door. He instructs me to sit in the chair as he lies down on the floor. He made himself a place on the floor with blankets and pillows because the two other idiots took up the beds. I sit down as I watch him look in my direction. He folds his hands behind the back of his head and says, "So, are you going to fuck me or what?"

Again, I say nothing.

He says, "Well, you fucked him. You're not going to fuck me?"

I tell him that I don't want to sleep with him and that I want to go home. He scoffs.

"If you don't sleep with me. I'm going to make your life a living hell at work," he says. Other threats were made in regards to my work, but I don't quite remember the exact words. All I know is. that he told me I would never get that promotion because he'll just rip it right out of my hands.

"I'd like to see you fucking try." is what I said. I guess it was the only phrase I could think of in moments like this. I got up confidently and walked out the door.

But, I never made it down the stairs. I clutched my chest and collapsed onto the first step. I started welling up with non stop tears. I was afraid and scared. I was overwhelmed with a multitude of different emotions.

A friend took me home but when I confided in him about what happened, he told me "boys will be boys". I was silent until I got home.

When I arrived, drummer boy was home. But I didn't want to tell him what happened. I went straight back outside and called a good friend of mine. She kept telling me, "Lani, you were r*aped and s**ually assaulted". I kept telling her I wasn't, because I couldn't really believe it. I was r*ped before, but my first abusive ex boyfriend (another story for another post). But this felt different, because I didn't know this person. I didn't know anything about him. And yet, he tried to access me in the most disgusting possible way. The next morning, I went to a safe space at a hospital so they could check me for his DNA and I filed a police report.

The following days truly were a living hell. The floor manager made me look bad in front of the higher ups by flooding my cafe with guests. He controlled how many guests go to each section (the bakery, coffee, cafe, and pre-order). He just kept sending everyone my way, while keeping every other section of Porto's lines short. Long lines upset my general manager.

Eventually, I broke down. I admitted everything to my manager. I was frantic and I couldn't breathe. They sent me home.

I had a couple of days off, but when I returned, things just got worse. People were whispering. My employees weren't listening to me. Other employees kept saying I was a whore. That I deserved it for being too flirty. That I always had my legs open. They sided with the kitchen manager. They claimed that I seduced him and then falsely accused him of r*pe. The kitchen manager was already transferred to another Porto's due to my case becoming public with everyone at work. The second that my case was for everyone to see, all the people who were involved wanted nothing to do with me. My employee that I saved from being sexually harassed asked me not to say anything about the situation regarding her and the floor manager. The drunk employee told me he couldn't lose his job over my case and that he was sorry. Inevitably, I lost my case because the floor manager told the detective that I looked perfectly fine and happy after I left the hotel room. As if I was satisfied with what took place. The detective apologized to me because my evidence wasn't enough. Even if they found parts of his semen around my vagina, it wasn't enough to prove that I didn't actually want it. He told me these cases were hard to pursue because it was always a "he said, she said" situation. And with all of the witnesses either withdrawing or siding with the kitchen manager... I ended up losing. I quit the following days.

[httpdabi]

Break up

Summary: After having a messed up break up, your best friend Dabi is there to comfort you, and give even more than you asked for.

Word count: 5,2k

Genre: romance, smut, no quirks haha

Warnings: 18+, creampie, public sex, spitting, choking..

,, I fucking hate him’’ you cried loudly, mouth full of ice cream as you talked to your cousin over the phone. At this point you didn’t care of how loud you were, and you didn’t care about the fact that your cousin had a hard time understanding you since you were a crying mess. Sobbing loudly, you ignored the words coming from the other line.

,, That bitch cheated on me with Toga, can you believe that?’’ you sobbed, tears rolling down your cheeks as you wrapped yourself with your favorite comfort blanket.

,, The girlie with weird hair ?’’ your cousin asked in shock.

,,YES, the fuck she thinking she’s the fifth element with that hairstyle?’’ you choked out, throwing the empty package across the room, as your cousin giggled because of your remark. She wished she was closer so she could pay you a visit, but sadly miles and miles were separating the two of you.

Sure, the first person you wanted to inform about your breakup was Touya, but you couldn’t force yourself to bother him, knowing he’s probably on work. You knew very well that he would drop everything and come over, saying how he doesn’t feel well or some other shit, and you didn’t want that.

After the call ended, you stood up, ignoring your reflection on the window, knowing very well that you look like shit right now with all the smudged mascara over your face. Tears started rolling down your cheeks even more when you saw that there’s no ice cram anymore. What did you do to deserve such a torture.

Wearing your hoodie, you made your way toward the nearest store, ignoring the people that were giving you weird stares because of your silly Sailor Moon pajama shorts. You couldn’t care less of what anyone thought in that moment.

You went to the store with the intention to buy ice cream, only to end up in the part of it with variant different choices of hairdye. So many ideas were going thru your mind, as you looked all over it. You almost ended up buying the pink dye and some bleach, until you saw scissors hanging beside the bleach.

Grabbing the scissors only, you hurried up to pay everything you chose, rolling your eyes shamelessly as you saw Rumi, the cashier of the fucking day. For some weird reason, you almost hated the muscular bitch. Maybe it was because she never had the exchange to give you back, giving you a pack of gums instead. Maybe it was because of her attitude, always giving you some smart comments, how your skirt is too short, how there are kids here, or even because she always rolled her eyes when she saw you coming in.

,, Looks like someone had a rough day’’ she commented sarcastically, as you gave your best to keep calm and ignore her. After the comment, she shut her mouth and did her job.

,, Sweetie, can you help?’’ she asked, suddenly with a cute tone, when her co-worker asked her to bring him few paper bags that were beside her.

,, No, you are doing great’’ you spat, grabbing all of the items as you hurried out of the store. The fuck would you help her? She’s getting paid for it, not you. Stupid bitch.

Placing the ice cream into the freezer, you immediately made your way to the toilet as you unpacked the scissors almost aggressively. Why would you dye and ruin your hair with bleach, when you could just cut off a bit of your hair, which meant the exact length of his dick.

Your hair was already long, and the fact that his dick wasn’t that big meant that you would only cut few inches. After short calculating, you grabbed the scissors, as you turned some silly tutorial on Youtube. Watching yourself in the mirror, you cried even harder, not because you regretted your decision. It was more because you looked like a lunatic.

After you finished, you immediately washed your face, cleaning all the ruined make up. Sure it didn’t look like a professional person did your hairstyle, but it didn’t look bad either, in fact, you liked it.

Since you weren’t in the mood to do your make up, you only put a bit of face cream over your face, and bit of mascara to make your eyes pop up a bit, before you took few selfies to post on instagram.

You were too lazy to do it, all you wanted to do in the moment was cry some more and eat ice cream you just bought, while watching something on Netflix. But you had to do it, you had to embarrass him as much he embarrassed you.

,, Not gonna miss those 5 inches, Kai.’’

You wrote, laughing ironically at the caption under your selfie. It wasn’t the best selfie you ever took, but at least you didn’t look like you were suffering because of the breakup, and the much shorter hair was visible on it.

[cyxnaf] Touya Todoroki

,, What happened?’’

It wasn’t even a minute since you posted your photo on the instagram, and your best friend already messaged you there.

Bitch cheated on me

You replied, sending him a crying selfie, with a spoon in your mouth.

[cyxnaf] Touya Todoroki

I’ll be there in 15 mins

A smile crept on your face, as you read his message. You loved him more than anyone or anything else on the whole word. If it was someone else coming over, you would probably force yourself and clean the apartment. But since it was Dabi, you didn’t give a shit.

The moment he arrived, you started bawling your eyes out. Having a face to face conversation with someone, talking about the break up made your feelings awake again. Dabi in other hand tried to make you feel better, bringing you your favorite snacks, and trying to put Kai down.

,, I’ve never had drama, unless it’s with my inner self’’ you cried loudly. ,, And all of sudden, I’m being cheated on.’’ Adding you grabbed the chips from the paper bag and opened it almost aggressively. Touya laughed you out, pointing every drama you’ve been connected to.

,, Stop it, you’re supposed to make me feel better’’ you slapped his arm lightly, as he talked about the drama that happened back in high school, when you got into a huge fight with a girl that called your dog a rat.

Once Touya realized that your mood was only getting worse, he turned some documentary on Netlfix that he started watching few days ago, explaining everything about it to you. You couldn’t help but smile, as you listened to him explaining every small thing, making sure you won’t be confused once he plays the episode.

,, You only watched few episodes of one murder documentary and you think you’re Mr. worldwide intellectual.’’ You laughed, as he tried to explain professionally.

,, The fuck you talking about ? The only documentary you watch is Keeping up with the Kardashians, so shut the fuck up’’ he spat, rolling his eyes playfully as he played the documentary.

The thing he played was about some murder, nothing you would watch on your own, but you didn’t mind. Seeing him talk about it so excitedly made your heart warm and in that moment you didn’t care if you won’t be able to sleep next few days.

You always loved spending your time with Touya, you simply loved how even when none of you had something to say, the silence was never uncomfortable. Even just sitting with him was making you feel safe.

,, You really choped your hair’’ he said, as he started to play with your hair. Being tired from all the crying and with his gentle movements, you were not capable of replying, simply nodding your head in response.

,, It looks good on you’’ Touya complimented you, placing a soft kiss on top of your head. He noticed that you were zooming out, so he just continued to caress your, helping you fall asleep.

All the horrible thoughts he had washed away, once he saw your sleeping face. He could only smile to himself as he noticed how puffy your face got from all the crying. Sure, it wasn’t that visible, but he simply noticed it and found it more then cute.

He tried to act calm and suppress his feelings, he tried to be there for you, but when you talked about what happened, all he wanted to do was find that piece of shit of your ex and simply kill him. He couldn’t understand how did you always manage to find some weird boyfriends that didn’t appreciate and treat you as you deserved.

If you only gave him a chance, he would always be there for you, he would simply give you anything you wished for. Touya never understood how could you be so blind, never once did you notice his feelings for you. Never once did you question his behavior.

Every time you called him over, he would ditch all his plans and run to you. Every time you needed something, you knew very well that only Touya will help you 100%.

You woke up in your bedroom, a little bit confused about what time it was and if your best friend was still there. Taking your phone to check what time it is, your eyes widened when you saw a Instagram notification from Kai. That piece of shit had balls to like your photo.

Throwing your phone away, you started crying again, wishing the day you met him never happened. You wished you listened to your best friend when he told you that Chisaki ain’t the one for you.

,, You ok?’’ you heard Touya’s voice under the loud TV noise. In just a second he was beside you, warming your body with his own and wrapping his arms around you, telling you how everything is ok and how he’s there for you.

,, Come on, stand up’’ Touya commanded suddenly, forcing your upper body up. ,, We are leaving’’ he added, forcing you out of the bed. You were too confused to even think at that very moment, but you found yourself following his lead. Wearing one of your very oversized shirt that covered more than enough, you hurried out of your bedroom to Toyua who was waiting for you already all ready.

You didn’t know what was happening, and the pack of eggs in his hand was confusing the shit out of you, yet you found yourself in the passenger seat, doing whatever Touya planned at that moment.

,, Where are we going ?’’ you asked, tears long gone.

,, We’re egging his car’’ he said, as your eyes widened in shock.

,, Is that even legal?’’ you asked again, already all excited about it.

,, Nope’’ Touya laughed out, focused on the road. You were sure that Kai would know it was you, definitely. But he also won’t have balls to call the police on you, since you knew about all his dirty deeds, you knew about all the drugs he’s taking and having hidden somewhere in his house.

Kai didn’t live far away from you, so in only few minutes of drive the two of you found yourself in front of his car. Lighting one cigarette, Dabi took the paper that was placed on the windshield.

,, Stop perking on my spot’’ Dabi read out loud, pointing out the word he wrote wrongly. You laughed loudly as you remembered about Kai telling you about some dude parking his Motorcycle in front of his car, making it hard to get out of the spot for him.

,, He can’t write, but he can do meth I guess’’ you laughed, as Touya puffed on his cigarette.

You stood there close to Kai’s car, as you waited for your best friend to finish his cigarette. It was a quiet night, with no people around at all. Maybe it was the adrenaline that was rushing in your blood, or the fact that you spent all day crying like a mad person, but in that very moment all you felt was anger as you thought about your ex.

,,Here’’ Touya gave you the package, still smoking that cigarette. You weren’t sure if he took his time with cigarette or if the time was simply passing so slow for you, since he was a pretty fast smoker.

To his surprise, you grabbed one egg and immediately threw it on his car, making him rise his eyebrows and laugh in shock. You never did something like that before, so you didn’t really understand why the alarm didn’t go on. Was your throw too weak?

A huge grin formed on your lips as you threw another egg, you couldn’t stop the evil laugh as you watched the egg yolk all over the window and in that moment you wished you had rotten eggs instead. Watching you happy like that, Touya couldn’t hide his smile. He was almost sure that everyone could read his emotions, he was sure that everyone could say how much in love he was with you.

You were on your fourth egg when Touya took one from the package and threw it. You weren’t sure if he threw it with much more force, or if he already did this before, but when the egg hit the car, loud alarm took over the peaceful night.

,, Shit, we have to hurry’’ Touya said under his breath as both of you threw one more egg. Sure, Kai won’t call the police, but if someone else saw you, they sure will.

You were laughing loudly, as you took your last egg, ready to throw it while Touya explained to you at what you should aim for.

,, HEY’’ you heard a familiar voice, coming from the building you used to spend so much time in. Not even turning around, you threw the egg and rushed to Toyua’s car, hopping fast into passenger seat. The moment Kai got out, everything happened too fast.

You wished you could take a photo of his upset face as he looked over your car. You were sure that you never saw him mad like that.

,, YOU FUCKING SUCK’’ he yelled once he turned the alarm off, while Dabi was ready to drive off, laughing loudly with you.

,, AND YOU SWALLOW BITCH’’ you yelled, popping your head thru the window. Touya gave you a bit time to flip him a bird, before he drove fast off, leaving your ex boyfriend pissed on the road. Laughing loudly, you leaned back into the seat, satisfied with the little event your best friend thought of.

,, You are seriously the best’’ you said, still smiling widely. Touya nodded his head, focused on the road. Every time he took a look of you, his heart would skip a beat. He was so fucking glad that you weren’t sad anymore, at least not for now.

You weren’t sure what had he planned next, since he wasn’t driving back home, but you didn’t care. You enjoyed his company, and you enjoyed the fact that you felt nothing else beside happiness in the moment. It was weird how fast emotions were taking over you. Just one hour ago you were a crying mess, and all of sudden you found yourself enjoying the night with your best friend.

You didn’t even realize how hungry you were, until Touya stopped by McDonalds to buy some food. Once he came back, placing the milkshakes and paper bag into your lap, you almost started drooling from the delicious smell.

He parked on the spot beside lake, where the two of you usually come to chill a bit. The music played on the low as the two of you ate slowly and talked about casual stuff. The moment a song from the famous tiktoker started playing in the background, you wished your hands weren’t so oily from the food. You wanted to change the song, but you didn’t want to make your phone oily, you weren’t even sure why you had that song in your playlist after all.

,, Does this song bother you?’’ he asked, taking a sip from his milkshake.

,, Yeah there’s a word that’s pissing me off’’ you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

,,Which one?’’ he asked confused.

,,When she says This ain’t build a bitch, you don’t get to pick or choose, what she should have said is nothing and just never release that stupid song’’ you hissed, wiping your hands as you changed the song that was pissing you off so much.

,, You are so cute’’ he complimented you, as both of you placed the rest of the food in the paper bag. Everything you did was cute to him, the was you sneeze is cute to him, the way you rise your brows when you are surprised, the way you laugh at your own jokes sometimes. Everything.

,,Did you know that Yumi got pregnant ?’’He asked you suddenly. Your eyes widened in shock, as you heard him ask, not because it was weird or anything like that, the two of you always gossip, but because you knew Yumi so well. You weren’t best friends with her, but the two of you would casually meet up.

,, Wasn’t she on the pills?’’ you asked, covering your mouth with your left hand. ,, Oh fuck no, I don’t claim this negative energy’’ you gasped shaking your head as Dabi laughed at your sudden reaction.

Talking about pregnancy and sex, you found yourself thinking about the last time you slept with your ex. You didn’t feel any sadness, all you felt was disappointment and anger. Just the thought that he was the last one inside you was making you mad, and the fact that only god knows when will you sleep with someone again was making you mad even more.

It’s not that you were a prude, or that you had something against one night stands. Sure, you could install Tinder and just find a quick fuck, knowing very well that the thought will bother you until the problem in your head is solved. But you weren’t the one to jump under the covers with a complete stranger.

,, What’s up?’’ Dabi asked once he saw you confused and lost in your thoughts. Hearing his voice, a sudden idea popped up in your head. You shook your head, trying to not think about it. He is your best friend for fucks sake, you can’t use him for something like that.

,, Nothing’’ you shook your head once again, trying to avoid his eyes.

,, Oh come on, tell me’’ he said stubbornly, as he placed his cigarette between his lips.

,, You know, the fact that Kai was the last person I had sex with, and the fact that I don’t know how long it will stay that way is bothering me’’ you confessed, skipping the part with the rest of your thoughts.

,, and you thought I could help you with it’’ Touya joked, as he puffed on his cigarette.

,, How did you know?’’ You asked way too fast, regretting it almost immediately once he almost choked onto the air and the smoke of his cigarette.

,, You can’t be serious’’ Touya said under his breath, closing his eyes as he spoke those words out. You weren’t sure why, but your heart sank a bit once you heard him say that.

,, Ah come on, it can be a quick fuck, it won’t change anything between us’’ he whined, turning your body to his direction. Once you said that, Touya grabbed you and forced you into his lap. You were more then shocked by his action, but you still positioned yourself comfortably in his lap, not sure if you should say anything or just wait..

,, You think I’ll be able to go back after it ?’’ he asked, one hand holding your waist firmly, and other holding his cigarette. ,, Doll, you should know better than anyone that I don’t do quick fucks’’ he added, as his grip got stronger. You weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or not, but you felt uneasy at that moment, not sure where this all is leading.

,, If we do it now, there’s no going back doll, you’ll belong to me’’ he added again, as you sat in his lap confused. It was weird to hear him talk like that.

,, Touya, that can fuck up our friendship’’ you whispered. You were way too confused, not sure if he was talking about a relationship with you or just about you not sleeping with anyone else beside him.

,, And a quick fuck won’t do it?’’ he hissed, throwing the finished cigarette out of his window. He was right, both of it could fuck it up, and your idea was probably the worse option. The problem you had just few minutes ago was long gone, as new thoughts took over your mind. The fact that he was slowly placing soft kisses all over your neck didn’t help the situation, and the fact that you tiled your head to the side to give him more access to it didn’t help either.

You weren’t sure if you were simply too horny in the moment and if emotions took over you, but one part of you wanted to give it a try, yet another part of you was simply too scared of losing him. You did think about it before, how lucky can a girl be to call herself his girlfriend!? He’s not like other guys, at least not to you. He was always so caring, so gentle and so loving with you. He was the one who was always there for you, and in fact, you were more than sure that if you two start something, you won’t end up being hurt. But the fact that your friendship was under a question because of it was making you scared. Touya is the only person you never want to lose, and he knew that very well.

,, What do you say doll? Wanna try?’’ he asked, as he kissed your jaw softly. You weren’t sure how were you even capable of thinking at all in that moment.

,, Yes’’ you breathed out, closing your eyes shut as you enjoyed his soft kisses. Could you really lose him? If you had to worry about it so much, you should worry about the very exact moment. Why wouldn’t the current event ruin your friendship, now that you know that he doesn’t really see you as a friend as much as you thought. If you start some kind of a relationship with him, and if it doesn’t work, the two of you could talk it out.

The moment you said yes, Touya grabbed your yaw with his right hand, brushing his nose with your own before he connected his lips with yours. Once you placed your hands on his cheeks, trying to get closer to him, he couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

What really drove him crazy was you rolling your hips on him. The fact that you had nothing else under your oversized shirt than your favorite panties almost made him cum in that very moment. Breaking the kiss, he leaned back into the seat, as you tried to catch your breath. Touya pulled your shirt up, exposing your naked chest. Not wasting any time, he placed his left on your right boob, pinching and twisting your already hard nipple, while sucking the other one.

Just the feeling of his hot breath made you throw your head back, enjoying the sucking and squeezing he was giving you. You placed your hands on his shoulders, finding support in it. Every roll you did with your hips, was met with his own one, making you feel his hard erection under his sweatpants. A quiet moan escaped your lips when you felt him bite on your nipple few times before he got back onto sucking it again.

Touya pulled your hips up a bit, giving you a sign to stay in that position as he pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, just enough for his dick to spring up. You knew that he had a dick piercing, in fact, you were in the waiting room when he decided to get it, but you still were shocked. It looked so good, so attractive.

You wanted to get out of his lap, you wanted to taste him, but his hands stopped you. Pushing you back onto his lap once again.

,, You have no idea how much I love you’’ he said, brushing his lips on your own, as he pushed your panties to the side and rubbed the tip of his dick around your hole.

,, I love you too, so much’’ you confessed, kissing him softly, as the pink head of his dick slowly entered you, hands on your hips slowly leading you down onto his length, until he was all in.

,, I know’’ Touya smirked into the kiss, enjoying the warmth of your walls hugging his dick. The hands on your hips slowly started to lead your hips up and down. The pace was so slow you could feel every inch of his dick rubbing against your velvety walls. Touya wasn’t one to enjoy the slow pace that much, but with you it was something else. He wanted to feel you as much as possible, and pushing his dick so slow into you gave him that possibility.

Just thinking about how it finally happened almost made him cream inside you. Closing his eyes, he let you move up and down his dick on your own. When you nuzzled your head into his neck he almost lost it, holding your hips down for few seconds just to calm his dick down. The small I love you that you whispered into his neck all over again didn’t help either, making it hard for him to control himself.

His hand found its way under your shirt, while his lips were all over your neck now, leaving sloppy marks all over it. You weren’t sure what did you enjoy more, his lips and hot breath over your neck, sucking and biting it, his hand squeezing your left breast or his dick deep inside you rubbing against your cervix.

Even tho you were moving your hips so slow, every time you were pushing your hips down, his would move upward, snapping against you with a little force and hitting your cervix perfectly. The both of you were breathing heavily, enjoying every second of the slow sex you had.

Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your body closer to his, as he started moving just a little bit faster. You squeezed your eyes shut, as you realized that your climax was getting closer and closer with every move. Touya noticed your breathing getting faster, and your walls hugging his dick tighter then before, as he pulled your body up a bit, pushing you against the steering wheel and giving himself more access to move and fuck you a bit faster and stronger then before.

Moaning loudly, you wrapped your arms around him as you came all over his dick, almost shocked that you came without any clit stimulation. Dabi didn’t stop fucking you, helping you ride off the hard orgasm that just hit you.

Once he was sure you were done, he sat down. He lowered his seat, as he changed the position, locking you under him. Without giving you a chance to understand anything, he pushed his dick inside you.

,, I’m not done with you’’ he groaned, as he started moving his hips at much faster pace then before. Instead of saying anything, you wrapped your legs around him, placing your hands around his neck and just kissing him again. You couldn’t get enough of him, and luckily he felt the same. Accepting everything you had to offer, gladly.

The slow and steady pace was long forgotten, as he fucked you into the seat of his car with much more force and at one ungodly speed. You were pretty sure that the car was moving with every move he did, and you were sure if someone happened to be near, they would know what’s going on, but that was the last thing you cared of.

You were a moaning mess under him, and he was no better than you. You were surprised when you felt his hand around your throat, holding you in one place and playing with your breath. Open your mouth for me was all he said, before you felt thick saliva in your mouth. When it started, you thought it would be only some vanilla sex, the last thing you thought was that he would end up choking you and spitting in your mouth.

If it was someone else, you would probably freak out, but since it was him, you only obeyed, mouth open and tongue out, giving him approval for more.

,,That’s my good girl’’ he said, as he spat into your mouth one more time, while his grip around your neck only grew stronger. He was moving at rapidly speed, his skin slapping against your own was louder than the music that was playing in the background.

You closed your eyes as you started catching your breath once his hand moved away from your neck. Touya couldn’t control himself anymore, grabbing the edges of the seat, as he fucked into you. The pain mixed with pleasure was too intense for you, but you are his good girl, and you are doing so great for him, he made sure you understood that, as he repeated it all over again, while fucking into you.

The moment you felt his fingers rubbing your clit in circles, all you could do was squeeze your eyes shut, moaning loudly, as he told you to cum all over his dick, so you did as you were told and that was enough for him to reach his own high. Few harsh moves and he found himself cuming deep inside you. Even Toyua doesn’t know how did he find the energy to tell you how good you are milking his dick, but he did.

Collapsing on top of you, he fucked his seed inside of you, making sure not a single drop will get outside of your tight little out, making sure none of it will go to waste.

,, You’re mine’’ he said, placing soft kisses all over your face, and you were his. You were always his and he was always yours.

You weren’t sure how long would it take you to get over your stupid ex, but you were sure that Touya will be there for you and help you out in every way he can. Starting from the moment the two of you left your apartment, to the very moment the two of you cuddled inside of his car, after one steamy sex. All you could think of was your best friend and what would future bring you.

[borrovved]

warned you p.sh

pairing: tutor!sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: smut, but at most suggestive for now

wc: 3k

warnings: mature content, cursing, mentions of erection, mentions of casual sex, y/n saying she’s screwing someone’s dad but she doesn’t lmfao

synopsis: y/n needs to pass calculus, and sunghoon needs to get laid

part 1/???

You were going to your snobby and strict private school, just walking to the beat of Sunmi blasting in your headphones. The pigtails got in the way of the headphones but you made it work. You were aiming for the cutesy innocent look today, regardless of if your whole grade thought you were some harlot. You’d rather call yourself a femme fatale, but what you’re really trying to reclaim as a raging bratty feminist is a bimbo.

Bimbos definitely need to keep their head up high with confidence, but seeing the latest AP calculus quiz on your desk with its 37% marked in red severely irked you in that it made you feel dumb, and not the good kind, the very small and insignificant kind. Bimbos don’t like feeling like that. You twirled your pigtail in your hand and tried to keep a neutral expression, holding in the heavy sigh you so badly need to exhale out. That’s when you heard it.

“How did she manage to score that low?” someone snickered.

“All that time spent on her back and not at a desk really paid off.” another person snickered. You really wanted to say you’ve actually got railed by their dad on his desk and that you’re quite adaptable on where you do it, but you didn’t wake up and choose violence today...and plus the teacher would’ve sent you to the office. Giving them attention would just fuel the fire that you can’t put out when you’re up against slut shaming vermin when you’re only a team of one. The bell rang, signaling your next class and before you were able to stand up and go, you were asked to stay for a few minutes afterwards along with someone else. That someone else being Park Sunghoon. You and Sunghoon walked to the desk of your teacher and stood before her.

“Now Y/N, I know that you haven’t been doing well in class so I decided to pair you up with Sunghoon as your tutor. I feel as though you would have great improvement after a few study sessions, considering big chapters are coming up to wrap up the semester, and now is the best time more than ever to get some aid that I can’t provide.” You peek over to Sunghoon and he glances at you briefly before looking back at the teacher.

“Is this mandatory?” you ask.

“If you want to pass this class, I strongly recommend that you let him help you. An alternative explanation could help.” You really had no other choice but to nod your head yes and go along with it.

“Good. Now that both of you are informed, hurry along before you’re late to your next class.” After both of you scurry out of the room, you walk ahead to your next class and feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Hi, I’m Sunghoon, but you already knew that.” he says awkwardly while he hands you a post it note in neat handwriting. You eye it, then look up.

“You’re giving me your number?” you ask. He nods.

“Texting is the most efficient way to communicate with me since I have ice skating practice and student council related things to do.” he iterates. Before you even say a word, Sunghoon is already off to his next class, but you don’t miss the way he turns around to wave at you and yells “Text me!” in the hallway. You’ve gotten many stares before, from the way you carry yourself and from the way you purposely pull your uniform skirt higher because you think it would look best as a mini skirt, but this time, you heard whispers.

“Why is he talking to her?”

“Must be doing charity work.”

You smile. You can’t wait to tell your best friend Sunoo what just happened at lunch.

-

“The ice prince is doing what now?” Sunoo says with fruit gummies in his mouth.

“He’s helping me with calculus. And gave me his number.” you say while grabbing for a piece of candy to which Sunoo lets you grab a few.

“So…what’s the plan here?” Sunoo says with an eyebrow raised.

“I’ll text him right now and have some fun.”

“You whore! What do you mean have some fun?” Sunoo asked not subtly with his booming voice.

You roll your eyes. “You know the drill. I think he’s an easy target. I’ll be my cute charming self and see what happens.”

“You mean you’ll be a man eater and devour that poor innocent boy whole?” 

“You know me so well.” you say, grinning ear to ear. You whip out your phone and compose a text.

You: Hey Sunghoon, it’s Y/N, are you free after school today?

Unknown: Hey, and yes. Where would you like to study?

You: I’m more comfortable at my house where there’s less distractions. The library is too quiet for me and I like some white noise.

Sunoo peeks over your shoulder and says, “He responds fast.”

You smile, “Right?”

You start typing right away, but notice the three dots before you get to send anything.

Unknown: Sounds good, I’ll meet you after school :)

Sunoo gasps. “A smiley? A smiley!” You giggle at his reaction.

“It’s just an emoticon silly.” you say.

“It’s going to be water droplets and eggplants soon though.” Sunoo said in a sing song voice. You can’t help but laugh at your easily giddy best friend. You had big, big plans to get your prey, and you were going to have your fun in the process of passing calculus while you’re at it.

-

English literature wasn’t the most fun class in the world with talking about MacBeth and all, however, the fun part was daydreaming about Sunghoon. You have fancied the boy for the longest time casually but thought he was a little too vanilla for you. And you don’t like admitting it, a little too good for you with being a smart hardworking boy with his head on steady shoulders while yours just bobbled to whatever. Anyhow, you needed danger. A little spice, and everything delectably nice. He didn’t seem the type to be rough enough.

He was however tall, lean, and achingly adorable. Handsomely crafted, so soft spoken, and knew when to shut up unlike every boy you’ve slept with thus far. He’s a nice target. 

The bell rang, and you were quite surprised to see Sunghoon standing by your locker while you’re on your way there.

“Sunghoon!” you say cheerfully, making sure there was a bounce in your step, very glad you’re not wearing a bra today. For some reason the air conditioning wasn’t working today at school so you used this as an excuse to unbutton a few buttons earlier on your white crisp button up. You can see very clearly Sunghoon gulp and you can’t help but do your eye smile at this, and he does a soft grin in return.

“How did you figure out where my locker was?” you say as you tilt your head. Sunghoon couldn’t help but think the simple gesture of a head tilt was so charming. 

He shrugs. “I was going to text you but I knew you would be in class, so I looked at some documents to find out which locker it was. You know, student council perks.” 

“Ah.”

“Please don’t find it creepy.”

“I won’t, you dork.” You bend over to reach your locker since it was on the bottom row. Sunghoon stepped aside to let you open your locker, and his breath hitches in his throat. Seeing the back of your thighs in a skirt that was hiked up higher than it was supposed to was bewitching. He felt like he was in a trance and lingered his eyes on your legs for quite a while. Your skirt was just at the edge of the curvature of your ass, leaving some to the imagination but not much. You knew exactly what you were doing. You had many cheap tricks up your sleeve, and you were going to use them to your advantage. You could practically feel his gaze on you and you can’t help but smirk as you grab your calculus textbook along with your pencil bag, still bent over taking your time putting the items in your backpack. Sunghoon knows he has to stop staring or otherwise this won’t look good for him.

“Ready to go?” you say with a smile. It takes a moment for him to process what just happened and he’s all the while wondering how did your legs not hurt when you didn’t crouch to the ground all the way.

“Of course.”

-

The walk to your home was pleasant, you looked down at your shoes often and Sunghoon mapped out what sections you two were to go over in the textbook, including the homework that was assigned today. You asked him how his classes went and he responded after pausing to mull over his thoughts.

“It’s okay. Nothing exciting happened other than right now.” he says, looking at you while giving you his undivided attention. You can’t help but admire the beauty that is Sunghoon. His soft looking hair that frames his face nicely and the way he has his hands shoved into the pockets of his uniform slacks make him look so boyishly handsome and breathtaking.

It takes a moment for you to respond. “What about right now is so exciting?”

He gently smiles and looks away from you. “I don’t tutor people often. Every once in a while I get asked to help students about a few things but never really spend enough time with them to consider it tutoring. And the change of pace on how I manage my time is much needed. I don’t interact with different people often, so this is...nice.”

Your heart races as the clouds take over the blue sky slowly. You notice just how pretty the cute moles on his face are as your gaze lingers on them for a bit. He does that stupid charming smile that makes you giddy and you blush, picking up the pace. You start turning while walking backwards just to give him your undivided attention.

“We should walk faster, Sunghoon. It might start drizzling.”

-

Both of you entered your home and took your shoes off at the front door. Sunghoon took a quick glance at your home, to which he said “this is a cozy house.” You tell him your bedroom is the coziest spot in the house, and let him trail behind you as you go up the stairs, and he doesn’t miss the way your pretty and dainty hand smooths over the railing as you walk up. Entering your room, he noticed the pink canopy bed right away, and the pink heart shaped pillow on it. There were so many details in just one spot, with the floral comforter and lights attached to the tulle. It was pretty and graceful. Light and airy. Soft.

“You can sit on the bed. Let me get changed out of this uniform, it’s so hot in this blazer.” you say as you start to strip in front of your closet, looking away from Sunghoon. Now, Sunghoon doesn’t see himself as a pervert, so therefore, when he noticed you unbuttoning your white button up and could only see the smoothness of your back and notice there was no bra in sight, his cheeks flushed. He quickly turned the other cheek and looked anywhere else but you. Unfortunately, perhaps fortunately, you had a full length mirror with fake pink roses running along its sides across your room. Sunghoon tried really, really hard to look at the curve of the pink petals and not at the curve of your breasts when you turned to the side slightly, but he failed so horribly. He could see himself and his cheeks were beet red. The bulge in his pants was so noticeable too. He quickly placed his backpack on his lap and winced at how heavy it was against him. Why did that kinda feel good?

You turn around wearing your school uniform skirt still but this time with a bright red crop top and of course, no bra. Sunghoon is dying and he can’t help but stare at how prominent your nipples are through the thin material. You take the pigtails down and he loves the way your hair cascades down your shoulders once it’s out of its confines of a scrunchie. He blinks once, twice, many times. Maybe if he sees only the back of his eyelids long enough he will stop picturing you naked. It doesn’t work, and you just stand with your hands on your hips and a lilt to your voice.

“Are you thirsty?” you say sweetly, knowing your tricks are working.

“Uh, y-yeah. Do you have water? Can I have water please?” Sunghoon is so precious.

“Of course you can.”

-

You really are a chintzy whore at best. Your excuse for not sitting at the desk of your room to study was that there was only one comfy study chair, and that you didn’t feel like bringing the dining room chair upstairs. That’s understandable, right? You could’ve however used the chair at your vanity, but that’s just a padded stool with no back to it. Wouldn’t want you or Sunghoon to forget and lean back too far and fall to your doom. So you told Sunghoon that you would rather study in your bed.

You played a little playlist in the background, something mellow and soft and not too distracting. Every once in a while Sunghoon will ask what song it is, and you respond with a chipper in your voice.

“Oh, this one is Sex and Sadness by Madi Sipes and the Painted Blue!”

“That’s one hell of a title.” he chuckles.

“It sure is. The lyrics are so...pretty? I can’t put it into words. The part where it talks about ‘stained glass loved lace’ gets me every time. And ‘whispering words into the singer’s skin.’ It’s romantic.” Sunghoon notices how there’s a certain dazzling feature in your eyes as you talk about the song. He wants to stare in your eyes, but alas you have to finish this one problem. Sunghoon prioritizes responsibilities over such silly, frivolous things that only he notices.

“So tell me how you’re going to solve this problem.” Sunghoon says swiftly while grabbing the glass of water on your nightstand.

You stare at the problem and try your best to concentrate. You really do. But you can’t help the way Sunghoon’s hand looks lazily placed on his thigh. Without much thought, you trace a finger on the back of his hand and say, “Your hands are so veiny.”

“Y/N.”

“And big.”

Well that’s a first, Sunghoon thinks. He knows he’a good looking, a bunch of girls swoon over him at school and at the rink all the time. The most common compliment he gets is on his eyes, and maybe hair, but not on his hands of all things. You’re fascinated by them, and you won’t stop tracing along the veins. Your touch sets his skin ablaze, and it doesn’t seem like you’re finishing this problem any time soon.

“Let’s take a break. I think you’re getting distracted because your brain is all fried.” Sunghoon says softly, still letting you continue playing with his hand.

“I’m getting distracted because I have a pretty boy in my bed.” you giggle. You finally look up and see how pink his cheeks are from blushing.

He starts to stammer “You’re the one that wants to study in your bed!” His voice is a little pitched and you can’t contain your laughs. 

“Do you want to move to the desk then?” you ask.

He shakes his head and mumbles a “no.” A few moments pass and you almost didn’t hear what he says next because it’s under his breath.

“I’ve never been called pretty before.”

“Gasp.” you say, lightheartedly.

“No but like, I’ve been called handsome, smart, a little weird, but not pretty.” Sunghoon replies. A moment of silence passed, and you started to ponder.

“There’s a song called Pretty Boy in my playlist somewhere.”

You go over to your laptop and click on The Neighbourhood song. You sway your hips gently and get lost into the music. Sunghoon just gazes at you as you move along to the steady pulse of the music and let the melodies feel you instead of the other way around. You do a little twirl and waltze your way to your bed, grabbing his hand.

“Dance with me.”

He obliged, wordlessly.

He takes in the words of the lyrics and closes his eyes. If he can’t see how close he is to you right now, it feels less real. It feels less scary. Not that you’re scary, Sunghoon doesn’t think girls with pink heart shaped pillows are scary. What’s scary is you laughing at his boner because he hasn’t been this close to a girl before since a random winter formal he had in grade school. The girl wasn’t all that nice since she dipped to dance with his friend. You’re much softer and nice. More delicate. You even smell nicer. God, your little hands enclosed together behind his neck and his big hands on your waist feels too good to be true. He can feel your gaze on him.

“Sunghoon, open your eyes.” He does, and his breath hitches and you look down, because you definitely feel something poking you and it wasn’t there before.

“I have to go, I have a curfew and it’s getting late, I’ll walk myself out.”

“Sunghoon I can at least walk you down-“

“No, seriously. I can go by myself. Thank you though.”

He’s so wide eyed and his cheeks are so rosy and he dashes away like his life depends on it. And you didn’t even get to kiss him.

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A/N: I had my first IK*A shopping trip alone (look mom I'm an adult) and hoo boy I did not realize their delivery & assembly fees would be that expensive. I ended up hauling the gaming chair I liked to my apartment and assembling it myself (Kid are you proud of me) but man, that was an experience. Adulting is hard ;w;

Notes/Tags: Timid/Awkward reader, not lovers, Modern!AU

"I-I'm sorry, could you repeat that again?"

"Sure!" The clerk smiled patiently, ignoring your horrified expression, "The delivery fee will be $70, and the assembly fee will be 15% of the item - so that totals up to an additional $108.85!"

"Oh. Uh. I see."

The girl continued to smile at you, her fingers hovering above the black colored keyboard of the PC which she had used to browse for the information you asked barely a minute ago.

You gulped. Mind bamboozled at the harsh reality presented upon you. Your eyes stared at the screen of the PC, though you weren't actually paying attention on the information displayed on it.

An awkward silence settled in between the two of you.

"Er-Let me just-Hum-Think about it."

"Sure!" The clerk smiled kindly.

With heavy steps, you trudged over towards a certain redhead, who was now busying himself with observing a standing desk, seemingly very interested in its motor and its overall construction.

"So? Are we done here?" Kid scowled as soon as he saw you, pretending as if he was still as grumpy as this morning when you asked him to accompany you furniture shopping.

You didn't know at the time, but apparently he loathed the store brand.

His reason? It embodied all of his dislikes - mainstream, expensive, and consisted of ugly looking items made of anything but actual quality materials (his words, not yours - although you're starting to kind of agree with his second point).

"I'm conflicted."

"For fucks sake," he groaned and pointed to the chair you've sat on and fiddled with for fifty times at this point, "You like that shitty ass chair - just buy it! What's the issue now?"

"The delivery fee and assembly fee is nearly half the price," you mumbled bitterly, "You were right. Maybe this isn't worth it."

"Of course I'm right."

You sighed, deeply disappointed, trying to weigh your choices now. It wasn't efficient to just waste a day off from work like this. And when you've managed to persuade your friend to tag along too.... Should you go to other stores in the area? Or perhaps you should just give it all up for today and browse the online store instead?

Damn it, it was only morning and you felt like your day off had been ruined.

"....."

"....."

Kid suddenly snarled, startling both you and the families nearby. Before you could ask him what's wrong, he had dragged the furniture towards you, before gesturing to its seat, "Sit."

"Huh?"

"Sit. You did this for like a hundred times today, it's not that fucking hard!"

"Okay?? Tone it down, there's children around!" You whispered the last part upon feeling the stinging glares of the parents leading their young children away, probably judging you and afraid of the mannerless pair of young adults.

"Who the fuck cares," he looked down at you as you settled comfortably onto the chair, "Comfy?"

"Well, yeah... I mean, we've established that fact already."

"Do you want it, yes or no?"

"But-"

"Do you want it, yes or no?"

"Yes, but-"

"Alright," he pulled you up and started dragging you towards the maze of display desks and chairs, "Where's the warehouse at?"

"But Kid, the extra fees, I'm still thinking ab-"

"Why do we gotta have it delivered and assembled in the first place anyway? You have me."

Cheeks warming up at the show of kindness - subtle, brash and brusque it might be, but that's just how Kid is, you suppose - you shook your head and stopped walking, forcing your friend to halt and turn towards you with an exasperated glare.

"I can't trouble you-"

"Who said I'm troubled?" His eyes narrowed, "You think I'm not strong enough to carry some stupid chair around? Not smart enough to assemble shitty toy-like furnitures designed to rip off stupidly gullible people like you?"

The authentic, offended tone in his voice made you jump into a panic. Eyes wide, you shook your head even more feverishly this time.

"No no no no! I mean! I know you're strong and you're good at building stuff! It's just... I'm just.... I didn't want you to think I asked you out today so I can use you for those kind of things... And especially when this is my problem and you're already forcing yourself to hang out with me!"

There was a prolonged silence from Kid's part, in which he stared you down with that intense gaze of his, and you squirmed under the pressure, already regretting the word vomit and wanting to bury yourself in any of the closet displayed in the showroom forever.

"Bunny, you're so fuckin' dumb sometimes," he said lightly, no real malice behind his words, as he continued dragging you towards the self-serve warehouse.

"If I didn't like hanging out with you, I wouldn't be here at all."

✙ Bonus ✙

You stared in awe as Kid lifted the huge box containing the pieces of your soon-to-be chair like it weighed nothing. He rolled his eyes at your starry eyed look, but a proud grin settled on his lips as he set it onto the trolley.

"Thanks... Are you sure you're okay with doing all these work?"

"What, carrying around and assembling some dumb chair?" he paused and crossed his arms, black nails tapping against his dark colored metal prosthetics for a few beats, before finally throwing you a smirk, "Well, maybe not for free."

"Oh, of course!" you beamed, "Lunch is on me! And if you want to stay for dinner, I can-"

"Nah, I can get this set up before lunch," he pointed carelessly to the trolley, "After, let's go for a proper date."

"A proper.... date....?"

".... What, you don't wanna?"

"Want it! I mean, I want it! Definitely! Yeah!"

While Kid snorted in amusement, you could only steam in embarrassment at the arrays of overenthusiastic replies that spewed out from your panic.

Huh. Maybe there's still hope for today after all?

[fuck-customers]

✨Things I Do at McDicks Because I May Hate Customers But I Hate Corporate Much More✨

-For 10 nuggets we're supposed to give out 2 sauces, but for 20 nuggets we're supposed to give out only 3. Fuck that shit! You get 4 sauces! 40 nuggets and we're only allowed to give you 6 sauces? I'm certain a single sauce cup has less than a cent of value so you get 8!

-So the kitchen made an extra cheeseburger. Yknow what, someone's gonna find a surprise in their bag today! I don't care if we're supposed to document it as waste, we hardly waste anything and we make thousands of dollars a day, I don't want to hear it.

-We're supposed to give napkins in terms of how many items a customer has. For example, 3 sandwiches equals 3 napkins. Fuck that! Who has time to count that? You get a reasonable amount of napkins and not fucking 1 per item because that's stupid.

-Our mobile app is garbage. Actual shit. I don't sugarcoat this fact, and I will slander both the resturaunt itself and the app upon request.

-Speaking of the mobile app, customers will often try to use a coupon only for our system to be actual garbage and not accept it just because, literally sometimes it'll work with one order but not with another that is the literal fucking same. I feel bad for the customer because the app is taking up an undeserved amount of space on their phone, so I'll dock the item(s) off their order. Again, we make thousands of dollars a day. Me giving someone a free coffee worth less than 2 bucks won't make a dent.

-My location is locally owned, along with a couple other places. Recently, we've had a price increase, and not a lot of people are very happy with us for this. Especially because we no longer have $1 dollar drinks for all sizes. Our large now costs 1.73 with tax when before it was just 1.09. And I know its just this locally owned chain that's pulling this bullshit, because we're showing advertisements that still show our drinks as one dollar for any size, along with 3 dollars for a basket fry (it's 3.59 here). As much as I hate customers, I think this price increase is bullshit! Especially since I'm only allowed 4 dollars worth of break food! So I've been recommending different McDicks locations to our customers, not owned by this one specific person. It's the least I can do to help them save money! And also I don't get paid enough to deal with the bitching and moaning this price increase brought.

-I don't upsell or ask for any upgrades when it comes to meals or deserts or whatever. I know the customer doesn't want to hear me talk about how our pies are on sale, and I'm trying to get them out of the line as quickly as I can. I state that the meal they're ordering is medium sized, and usually the customer is smart enough to tell me they want a large meal instead if it's what they really want. I'm doing us both a favor.

I'm literally at the point where my body is physically rejecting whatever McDicks food I try to eat. I clock in and its never more than 10 minutes until someone does something stupid and Im just,,,tired. I hate it here so much but I gotta tough it out a couple more months, as much as I want to quit. I submitted a while ago saying I was gonna quit but unfortunately life wants me in this shitty establishment a bit longer. So for now, I'll continue being petty and spiteful towards the corporation itself, because it's the only thing I can do.