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steveseddie · 2 months ago

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asking for a friend

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | prompt: shopping | rating: t | wc: 1000 | tags: modern setting, meet-cute, steve works at target, eddie is a gay disaster, chrissy & eddie are best friends

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Eddie hates Christmas shopping.

Every year he puts it off for as long as he can only to end up at fucking Target on December 23rd surrounded by screaming children, mean parents, annoyingly loud Christmas music and more desperate last-minute shoppers.

This year is no exception but Eddie does have someone else to blame.

Steve. Target’s hottest employee.

Eddie saw him for the first time a few weeks ago. He was at the cash register, looking both sexy and adorable in a tight red shirt and a Santa hat as he wished customers a Merry Christmas with a smile that made Eddie’s knees weak.

Knowing that he’d probably embarrass himself if he tried to talk to him, Eddie left the store, flustered and giftless.

A few days later, he came back and the guy– Steve, according to his name tag– was greeting people at the entrance. Eddie didn’t even make it inside that time.

He made a few more attempts but Steve was always there. Restocking toys, fixing the decorations, dressing up mannequins. And every time, Eddie turned on his heel and left.

As Christmas approached, Eddie started getting desperate so he gave Chrissy twenty dollars to find out when Steve wouldn’t be working. She welcomed the money and the excuse to talk to Steve’s coworker, and told Eddie that Steve wouldn’t be here today. And even if Eddie hated the idea of shopping on Christmas Eve Eve, it was his only option.

At least he only has one gift left.

So of course that’s when Eddie sees him. Steve helping a little girl reach a Barbie from the highest shelf.

“What the fuck?” Eddie mutters, hiding behind a mannequin. He peeks around it to make sure he isn’t imagining things, after all he’s been thinking about Steve a lot lately so maybe–

Nope, that’s definitely Steve. He’d recognize that ass in those pants anywhere after watching him through the store’s windows.

“What the fuck?” Eddie repeats, balancing the gifts in one hand so he can call Chrissy.

“Hello?”

Eddie growls. “Chrissy, you bitch.”

“Hello to you too, Eddie.”

“Don’t be cute,” he snaps. “You’re a liar.”

“What?” She asks, confused. “Wait, where are you? I can barely hear you.”

Hell. “Buying Christmas presents.” Same thing really.

“Isn’t it a little late for that?”

“Duh! But I had to wait until Steve wasn’t working, remember? Well, guess who’s here?”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“I might’ve– gotten a little distracted talking to Robin and couldn’t remember if he said the 21st or the 23rd. Whoops.”

“You had one job, Cunningham!” Eddie groans. “I want my twenty dollars back.”

“Sorry, I spent them already.“

“On what?”

“Your Christmas present,” she giggles. “Hey, maybe this is a good thing. Talk to him!”

“Fuck no, I’m leaving. Fuck Christmas, it’s a capitalist consumerist ploy anyway.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” she says but Eddie is already heading for the exit.

“I’m not! I just don’t want to make a fool of myself.”

“Eddie–”

But Eddie doesn’t hear what Chrissy has to say because in that moment he knocks over a pyramid of toys and faceplants amidst the boxes, his phone and his gifts flying from his hands.

Eddie groans, both from the pain and the embarrassment. He can feel his face already starting to burn and he seriously considers staying there, buried in toys, forever.

At least until someone says, “Christ, are you okay?” and Eddie has no choice but to roll over only to immediately wish he didn’t when he sees Steve leaning over him.

“I’m fine,” he mutters. “What are you doing here?”

Steve offers Eddie his hand, his eyebrow raised in amusement. “Helping you?”

“I mean, here,” Eddie gestures around them. “You aren’t supposed to be working today.”

“That’s not what my manager told me,” Steve jokes while clearly confused.

“It’s what Chrissy told me,” Eddie says, letting Steve effortlessly pull him to his feet.

“Chrissy? The blonde who flirted with Robin?” He asks. “I was confused why she wanted to know if I had any days off.”

Eddie hangs a hand from his neck. “She didn’t. I did.”

Steve frowns. “So you could avoid me? Is that why you never came in or bought anything?”

“It’s just that I always embarrass myself in front of hot guys and I was trying to avoid that!” Eddie sighs. “Obviously, I failed.” Then he realizes what Steve just said and blinks. “Wait, you noticed me?”

Steve’s lips stretch into a flirty grin. “Of course, I always notice cute guys.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, hiding his blush by tugging some hair across his face.

Still grinning, Steve bends down to pick up Eddie’s gifts. “So, want me to ring these up for you?”

Eddie gestures at his mess. “What about the toys?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell Jason to clean it up,” Steve smirks. “He’s our newest hire. And he’s a dick.”

Eddie chuckles. “Okay.”

They bring the gifts to the cash register and Eddie tries not to blatantly check Steve out as he does his job. Steve’s wink probably means he fails.

“All done!” He says, giving Eddie his bag and the receipt. “Merry Christmas–”

“Eddie.”

Steve grins lopsidedly. “Eddie.”

“Thanks, um, Merry Christmas.” He waves awkwardly.

Then thinks, fuck it. He already embarrassed himself anyway. “Hey, uh, when do you get off?”

“Asking for a friend?” Steve teases.

“Nope.”

Steve’s face splits into a grin. “I’m done in an hour.”

“Wanna get coffee with me? There’s a nice cafe a few blocks away.”

“I’d love to,” Steve says, “I put my number in the receipt, text me and I’ll tell you when I’m on my way.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up, he checks the receipt and chuckles. “Cool,” he says, stomach fluttering as he walks away, almost knocking over another toy display because he can’t stop glancing back at Steve.

But he makes it out without embarrassing himself and he has all his gifts and a date with a hot guy.

Maybe Christmas shopping isn’t so bad after all.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddieholidaydrabbles #stranger things #stranger things fic #technically this is could also be consider a meet ugly poor eddie lmao #steve harrington #eddie munson #monse writes

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boybandbaby · 24 days ago

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Out of My Mind (Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Non-BAU!Reader)

note: connected to this fic but you don’t need to read it to understand

word count: 1719

warnings: mentions of killers and abductions, protective!hotch, mean!hotch (not even really but it happens for like a fraction of a second), mini argument, mini angst and fluff, established relationship, age gap (not mentioned or specified in this fic)

Aaron was working on a local case. While he was technically less than an hour away from you, he felt so far away.

To your surprise, he had called before your schedule lunch time phone call.

He omits a greeting, “Are you going grocery shopping today?”

“Well, hello to you Agent. Wasn’t planning to. You need me to grab those yogurts for Jack again? He runs through them far too quickly.”

“No, no nothing like that. Just try to avoid going there today. Or anywhere if you can help it.” His voice is in unit chief mode.

“Care to tell me why?”

“It’s confidential but it would make me feel better since I can’t be with you right now.”

“Whatever you say boss.” You smile.

“Good. Thank you. Also, you’ve gotten Jack addicted to those yogurts. He’s burning a hole in my wallet buying those things. Let’s not even talk about the sugar rush he gets.”

“He already has so much energy. It’s like having two of him.” You laugh.

“Wouldn’t that be something. Listen, I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later, honey. I love you, stay safe for me.”

Hotch is always worried about you but knowing there’s a killer running loose near by and the only connection is that all the victims frequent the shopping plaza. It’s the one closest to your apartment, the grocery store you shop at, that’s the reason he worries. The victims all vary in age and looks, so it’s not impossible that you could be hurt or killed by this maniac.

Hotch and the team work hard to find any leads by interviewing employees and customers, checking surveillance cameras and scoping out the area.

The team are back at the office hours later, tossing ideas and theories around when Hotch gets a call that there’s been another abduction. He knows, based on the previous victims that they don’t have much time before her body shows up.

His heart quickens as he’s told that the woman hasn’t been identified yet. That’ll only make their job harder. It’s when he hears that the woman has the same hair color and skin color as you, does he feel a dull ache is his chest and a ringing in his ears.

He hangs up the phone and places a hand on his stomach. He feels sick, almost on the verge of passing out. Rossi is the first and only one to notice his distress, the others having taking a short meal break to sharpen their minds.

Rossi pulls a chair out for Hotch and guides him to sit. “What happened?”

“Dave, there’s been another abduction.” Hotch sighs.

Rossi waits for more because he knows this reaction means there’s a personal aspect to it. Hotch relays the known information and asks Dave to break the news to the team.

Hotch takes a deep breath and quickly calls you. It rings and rings until your voice says, “Sorry I can’t get to the phone right now. Leave a name and number and I will get back to you as soon as I can. Bye!”

“Y/n, it’s Aaron. Please give me a call when you get this. Bye.”

He hangs up, dialing again. Ring ring. Ring ring. “Sorry I can’t get to the phone right now. Leave a name and number-“

He groans and squeezes the phone in his right hand. He gets the same ring ring and “Sorry I can’t get to the phone right no-“

“Y/n, please pick up. I need you to call me right away.” He calls 4 more times, not only his frustration but his fear kicking in.

He hardly ever texts. Most of your message chain is pictures or little messages from you when he’s away. He rarely responds save for an occasional I love you or I’ll be home soon but you’re both aware of how much your texts mean to him while he’s away.

He sends a multitude of messages in the span of a minute.

Where are you?

Y/n, I’m worried.

Please call me.

Answer your phone, sweetheart.

I’m coming over.

He tells Dave he has a quick emergency and he’ll be back as soon as he can. Dave doesn’t question it, he’s the only one who knows about you at the moment so he figures it’s got something to do with you.

Hotch doesn’t bother with his jacket or briefcase. He grabs his keys and sets out to your apartment. He’s only been there twice, once to pick you up for a date and second, to watch a movie together.

He speeds like a mad man, not slowing for yellow lights or using his blinker as he weaves through cars.

It’s not much of a struggle getting into your building. He’s quick on his feet as he moves to the elevator. It’s unlike him but he pushes the elevator call button more than once. He knows however many times he presses it, it’s still going to come at the same speed.

The elevator dings and he rushes into the small box. That’s what it feels like as he loosens his tie. He’s suffocating, on the verge of a panic attack.

The doors open and he rushes out, an old woman scoffing at his lack of manners. He can’t seem to care or apologize as he knocks rapidly on your door.

The pounding is loud, loud enough to wake up in the other room. You hear your name being called out as you check your phone for the time. You see the various notifications and scramble to throw on something decent.

When you finally answer the door, groggy and ridden with sleep, he starts off with, “Where the hell have you been?” His voice is loud and you can see how mad he is with the way his brows furrow and his body is stiff.

“Excuse me?” Aaron has never been rude with you like this. It’s brought you out of your sleepy stupor.

“You don’t know how to answer your phone? I’ve been calling you and texting you.” He shakes the phone in his hand to emphasize his point.

“And I’ve been sleeping.” You cross your arms and shift to one hip. “Why are you being mean to me?” It’s meant to come out with some spunk and attitude but your voice wobbles.

Aaron’s struck with the realization that he’s hurt you. Aaron is not a mean man, stern and serious but never mean. At least never to you. He’s speechless for a moment, only a small moment as he tries to recollect his thoughts.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He sighs, shoving his phone in his pocket. “I’m being unjust.”

You’re taken aback by his quick apology and give a short nod. You open the door wider and allow him to step inside.

“What’s going on, Aaron?” You close the door behind him and turn to see him pacing. His hands are on his hips and he’s staring down at the floor.

“I-“ He stutters, looks up at you and opens his arms. “I’m sorry. I projected onto you. I was just worried.”

“Is this about the whole ‘don’t go to the grocery store’ thing?” You step into his arms. You’re both wrapping your arms around the others’ lower back, arms tangled, pelvis to pelvis.

“Yeah…” He never speaks about work matters to you but decides it may be the only way to get out of the dog house, though he’s not sure he deserves it. “There’s been another body. The description of her, she had similar traits to you. They haven’t been able to identify her and I immediately thought the worst.”

“Well, I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m sure I didn’t help your situation by not answering. I really was just sleeping, handsome. You advised me not to go out today and I got bored so I took a nap. I hear that you’re a pretty good agent so I figured I’d listen to you and stay in.”

He laughs, it’s strange and unfamiliar the way it comes out and how it sounds. It’s a half sob and half laugh. It’s not a sound you’ve heard from him. He’s relieved that 1. you’re alive and well and 2. that you don’t seem to be as mad at him as you should be.

But you know his job and you know what he’s been through so you cut him some slack. “I know you’re worried but I promise I’m safe. I’m good, Aaron. If I felt scared or that I was in danger, I would let you know. I’m sorry my ringer was off. I promise to keep it on moving forward.”

“I would greatly appreciate it.” He leans forward to rest his forehead on yours.

“And instead of breaking down my door, I can give you my spare key. That way you can come check up on me whenever you’d like. Maybe even stop by for a visit when you’re free and missing me.” You kiss his cheekbone, just under his left eye. “How does that sound?”

“That sounds great.” He closes his eyes and leans into your lips. “God, can’t believe I was such a jerk.”

“You’re just protective. It’s sweet. Though I’ll say I’m not a huge fan of you raising your voice. It’s unlike you.” You mumble against his skin.

“I know.” He sighs, “maybe I need one of those naps you talk about.”

“A nap would be good. Maybe get rid of your grumpiness and finally get some rest.”

“I have to head back and finish the case. I’ll be late tonight but maybe we can have a late dinner. I’ll come back and use my key for the first time.” He doesn’t realize it but he’s swaying your bodies, almost like a slow dance.

“I’ll cook us up something. Just text me what you want.”

“Just make sure your ringer is on.” He kisses your jawline. “Or I might have a heart attack.”

“My apologies Mr. Hotchner. Now go, get back to work.”

“Bye, sweetheart. Oh and apologize to Mrs. Carter for me. I almost tackled her when I exited the elevator.” He sheepishly adds before running out the door.

“Aaron!” You grumble. “She already hates me!”

You hear his deep laughter down the hallway and descend into the elevator.

#aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds fic #aaron hotchner

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creepyclothdoll · 3 months ago

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There's this thrift store at the old strip mall up the highway.

You go to the earrings first. You love earrings, but you’re always losing them.

This place has most of them in a wicker basket up by the register, but there’s more on a rack nearby and some of the fancier stuff is behind the glass under the table. But who goes for the “fancy” stuff at a thrift store? Thrift is the point. These earrings, the ones in the wicker basket, are stuck through blank, white cardboard squares with neon price stickers.

All of them are under $10, lots under $5. You rifle through them, registering at first only that the colors and styles are very pleasing to you. Your favorite colors. The right size. Then the familiarity sets in. You are struck by a weird, uncanny feeling, which you don’t immediately place. Your body reacts to the surprise before your brain even has a chance to register what it is.

These are your earrings. Not all of them, but lots of them. Here’s a pair you bought from a different thrift store during your first year of college, gaudy wooden hippie-ish disks with flowers painted on– old and tacky, but you felt like you were cool enough to make them work– which you lost when you moved out of your dorm. Here’s a pair you lost in your last apartment, which you didn’t even realize you hadn’t seen around for the last two years– two fairly pricey and elegant-looking sapphires that your parents got for your 30th birthday, when you got promoted to Marketing Specialist. Here’s a pair you forgot you ever owned until now– some dangly red stacked beads that you wore for one Florida vacation in 2011 and then never again. Because you probably left them on the plane.

“These are all mine,” you say out loud. You can see your reflection in the slim mirror built into the rotating sunglasses display. The earrings you are wearing today are a completely different style– the sort that a Marketing Specialist wears on the weekends, still arty but much more subtle than the sort you wore back then. That doesn’t mean you wouldn’t wear these dangly red things now. You just… don’t, really.

“Oh, that’s interesting,” says the employee. She is short and dark-haired and named Beth. She is reading a paperback at the check-out and ignoring you.

You look at the price tag for the sapphires. $15.99. That’s a steal.

But they’re mine, you think. I shouldn’t have to pay fucking money for these. They’re mine.

Your eyes drift down under the mirror to the sunglasses rack. The first pair there is child-sized, with a blue frame that has a faded Little Mermaid logo on it. You recognize the sunglasses from a photograph of yourself when you were a child at Valley Fair that was pasted to your mom’s fridge for the longest time. They’re $2.99.

In the “fancy things” area under the glass, you see an old, heavy camera. Could that be the one your grandma made you bring to high school for show-and-tell, the priceless antique World War II era camera, which went missing after you left it overnight? You got in so much trouble for losing that thing, even though you never wanted to bring it to begin with. It’s only $500. You have to buy it. There’s also a tote bag with your old work logo plastered on it which, you know, is packed full of cannabis. You decided to stock up during a trip to Canada because you didn’t know anyone who sold it while you were living in North Dakota, making ends meet while you tried (and failed) to get scholarships to animation schools. You never got to use any of it, though, because that bag got shoved under a seat in your car when you were crossing the border and you just sort of didn’t retrieve it for long enough that, eventually, you forgot you had it, and by the time you remembered, you couldn’t find it again.

How did it get here?

There’s a deck of gen 1 Pokemon cards that you took to the park one day in 2000 and left on a slide. You’re sure you had some back then that would be really, really valuable now.

“These are all mine,” you say. “Can I have them back? They were mine originally, I mean. I didn’t give them up on purpose and I don’t know how they got here.”

“You can’t just take things,” Beth says. “But yeah, if you want to buy them, you can have them.”

“But they’re mine. That’s my grandpa’s World War II camera. I lost it in ninth grade and I feel terrible about that.”

“It’s $500,” Beth says, pointing to the sign. You sigh and pull out my credit card. But then you see the rack of jackets. Among them, you see a terribly familiar jean jacket.

“That’s my mom’s!” you shout excitedly. You run over to it and pull it off the rack. It’s a 1980’s Levi’s jean jacket that she saved up all her money to buy. She wore it everywhere, and kept it for decades until she could pass it on to her daughter. You had it for two months. You loved that jacket. It symbolized your mom’s trust in you. And it made you feel cool. You were in middle school, and being cool was very important, and you got a lot of compliments on it. Then one day, you went with your little brother to the park, and it was hot out, so you took it off and left it on a bench. When you went home, you weren’t wearing it anymore. But you didn’t realize it was gone until your mom asked why you hadn’t worn it in awhile. The fact that you were so careless as to lose something so important to her broke her heart. You used to search the closets in your house compulsively, hoping it might just turn up one day, and your mom would forgive you. But it never turned up. You checked that park bench, too, every time you went to that park for the rest of your life. The jacket never returned, of course.

But now, here it is, on this rack.

If you’re going to take anything back from this place, you know it should be this.

And then you see grandma’s quilt.

It’s draped and pinched with clothespins on a different rack, with the tablecloths and scrap fabric.

Your grandma made you this quilt when you graduated college. It has her handwriting on the corner and the year she made it– 2014. She spent months making this in your favorite colors, picking out fabrics she thought you would like. She knew you really well. You loved that quilt.

Three years ago, you took it to the laundromat. You set it on a table while you did the rest of your laundry first, so you could cold-wash it separately. But then, a crazy guy came in, yelling and acting all erratic, and it was night and you were the only other person in there, and he kept asking to buy your hair, and you rushed out of there with your wet laundry dripping. You forgot about the quilt until the rest of your blankets finished drying on your apartment banister two days later. You called the laundromat and they didn’t have it. Last winter, your grandma passed.

You grab the jean jacket and beeline for the quilt, adding it to your pile.

Two of your old pillowcases are on the rack too— you didn’t even realize those had been folded up with the quilt the day you lost it.

In the children’s toy section, you see your favorite stuffed raccoon, Dorothy. You haven’t seen her for years. She used to go on lots of adventures with you and your brother. You don’t remember losing her, but now you realize that yes, she– and all these other stuffed animals– are lost. Somewhere along the line, you saw them for the last time.

A scarf you wore in tenth grade. A pair of pants that don’t fit you anymore. A snowglobe with a picture of your middle school friends in it. A nice sports bra you got from a hiking gear store when you thought you were going to get fit four years ago. A piggy bank shaped like Spongebob. Dozens of Goosebumps books. A decorative halloween skeleton. A purple sweater that you forgot was your favorite.

You grab all these things and add them to the growing pile in your arms.

What am I gonna do with this piggy bank? You ask yourself. But then you remind yourself that it’s yours. It doesn’t matter what you do with it! It’s just supposed to be yours!

The worst thing is that you don’t remember the loss of most of these things. You never grieved them. They mostly just slipped away quietly, and you moved on. You stopped buying scarves that looked like that because your favorite color changed and you sort of realized you didn’t really like scarves that much. But that doesn’t mean you don’t want it back.

That scarf reminds you of the time you wore it to homecoming. A crisp autumn day that was made better by a good hot dog and worse by Rachel and Drew making out on the bleachers in front of you. You were happy that day. Not about homecoming– you lost the game, not that you cared much, but because of the weather, and your friends, and the hot dog, and because you didn’t know to be depressed yet.

You want it back.

You want it all back.

You take the scarf. You take the toys. You take everything. You take the christmas ornaments and the ukulele and rope strings of necklaces over your arms and purses over your shoulders. You take printed mugs, good water bottles, old halloween masks, trophies you won in elementary school, your second prom dress (the one with the glitter), happy birthday cards from relatives who died when you were little (they loved the little you! You were so loveable), a jello mould in the shape of a chicken you bought as a joke with your first real girlfriend (wish it ended different), a pair of ladybug-print rain boots you left outside when you were three, VHS family movies from the late 90’s, a phone you dropped in a lake, an old tamagotchi you also dropped in a lake, a book of self-portraits you did as a series in college (you look nothing like her now but you still want it), your old journal filled with comics (remember when you wanted to be a cartoonist?), your old skateboard (remember how you used to play?).

It’s the little trinkets, the things you don’t even think you liked very much, but which maybe you could have made better use of, that you want back the most. You aren’t done with those things. Unfinished, all of them.

In a stack of blue bins against a wall are a thousand little things you drew or wrote over the course of your childhood– gifts to your parents, homework you never turned in, little stories about your friends, drawings of your grandma. Some of it is still pretty funny (remember when you wanted to be a comedian?). Animation cells that you made and stored away in the basement when you were telling yourself your scholarship hunt was just “on pause” (these ideas are still good, you can still use them!) What the hell are these things doing here? How dare these people?

“Excuse me, ma’m,” Beth says, only now looking up from her paperback– which you now realize is also yours– with a mix of irritation and deep concern. You spin around, covered head-to-toe in your things.

“What?!” You snap. You are wrapped in the quilt, draped in ribbons and purses and medals and sweaters and scarves of all shades from all eras of your life. You look like a giant slug made of closet debris.

“There’s no way you’re gonna buy all that,” Beth says.

“Like hell I am!” You shout. “I shouldn’t have to buy any of it! It’s all mine, and I want it back!”

A little orange plastic treasure chest with two of your baby teeth inside– you used to be so little, so innocent. Your Girl Scout sash– you had so many friends. The orange yo-yo you got at a carnival when you were one– the first thing you consciously remember losing, remember how sad you were? A note you wrote to yourself with a funny song lyric on it last thursday (you might record it someday). A Mickey Mouse photo frame of you with your best friend Anna in elementary school (you loved her so much, why don’t you talk to her anymore?).

“I want it all back,” you say again and again.

There was a version of you who wore the red bead earrings. There was a version of you who played with the stuffed raccoon with your brother. There was a version of you who appreciated those nice sapphires. There was a version of you who was happy in a scarf at homecoming. There were versions of you with more friends, versions with fewer troubles, versions that were thinner and stronger and healthier and younger, versions that had all sorts of dreams and visions for the future, versions that strived for completely different things than you strive for now.

You can still have them back.

You pull the sunglasses display over, grabbing every pair and stuffing them into your many bags. You grab the hat rack that used to sit in your childhood bedroom and start dragging it toward the door.

“Ma’am, I’m going to call the police if you don’t stop,” Beth says. You do stop– just long enough to walk back to her and take the paperback murder mystery out of her hands, which still has your library info as the last check-out glued inside the cover.

“See?” You laugh bitterly, pointing at it. “Me!”

The nest of stuff has swelled around you, trailing behind you like the tail of a huge worm.

Beth is already calling 911. You move very slowly toward the door, exerting tremendous effort to lug all of your precious memories toward the glass pane between you and the outside. You tell yourself that you can already feel the feelings coming back to you– all those other versions of yourself, just by proximity, are waking up again inside of you. The young woman who believed she was going to be something different, the child who was happy in the rain, the future artist before the future evaporated– all of them are coming back now.

You don’t fit through the door. Beth is talking fast to the operator. In a small town like this, they’ll be here soon. Breathing heavy, you back up and slam into the open door frame, wedging yourself firmly inside. The little mermaid sunglasses shatter. Something crunches. You grunt and scream, pushing with all your might. Something rips. Something scrapes.

“She’s trying to take everything,” Beth explains hurriedly. “You will? That’s great. As fast as you can.”

You have one last hail mary– you leap forward, letting yourself– and everything you’re wearing– fall to the ground. The enormous mass of things around you crunch down around you, crushing the air out of your lungs, pinning you to the cement. But you’re out. You did it. You took it all back. It’s yours. Yours again.

By the time the police arrive, you’re gone– lumbering up the freeway, backward through traffic, a massive snakey worm made of tangled fabric and papers and trinkets. The “you” that walked into the thrift store is only a tiny piece of what you are now– a YOU freed from the burden of forgetting. Cars swerve around you to avoid hitting you or any of the things dangling from your massive, hulking form.

Where are you going? To be everything you meant to be. To fulfill every possible future. It’s not too late. Not now that you have all of it back.

You march forward like time.

#short story #horror #liminal spaces #surreal horror #dark fiction #soft horror #slice of life horror #storytelling #writers of tumblr #melancholy #lost things #nostalgia #weirdcore #fiction #liminal #creative writing #thrift store #dream #dreamcore

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izumi-fanclub · 9 days ago

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A3! Translation: Chikage SSR Card “Rouge Rose of Love” [Valentine’s Day Gossip]

How will Chikage deal with Valentine's Day this year? He receives a blessing and a curse of course.

Part 1

Chikage

Never thought I’d share lunch with Chigasaki.

Itaru

I mean, it’s just the pizza place if we’re looking at the big picture, that’s the only common link.

Pizza Shop Clerk

Thank you for waiting, here’s your parmesan and diavola.

Chikage

Thanks, diavola’s finally here.

Itaru

I’m surprised, I half expected it to look ridiculously red like some sort of challenge menu.

Chikage

Chigasaki-san, maybe you’re just not enough of a junkie?

Itaru

Ahaha, you’d be wrong.

Pizza Shop Clerk

Excuse me for interrupting your meal, but we’re passing out our new Chocolate Chunk pizza, would you like to sample them out?

Itaru

Hehh, looks good. Thanks for the food.

Pizza Shop Clerk

Thanks for your feedback! How about you, sir?

Chikage

Sorry but I’ll have to pass, my doctor told me to avoid sweets.

Pizza Shop Clerk

I see, I apologize. Please continue enjoying your meal.

Itaru

��Is that your new year’s excuse now?

Chikage

Whatever do you mean?

Itaru

It’s about to be Valentine’s soon.

Chikage

…Ahh, so that explains the chocolate on the new menu.

Itaru

That look on you, it definitely went over your head.

Chikage

Because I’m not interested.

Itaru

Senpai you might not be, but the female employees definitely are. I overheard them talking about giving out some love chocolate to a certain senior.

There used to be rumors of you having a fiancée, but they pretty much lost their status effect now.

You’ve gotten some before here and there too.

Chikage

Well, they say gossip stays around for about 75 days or so, someone out there probably thinks I’ve been married off silently.

Who am I to deny it, even.

Itaru

Come to think of it, you’re gonna go shopping with director-san today. Wouldn’t that be the perfect chance to get down on your knee?

Chikage

Kneeling in front of director-san in public would be too unfair to her.

…In any case, I feel guilty about pulling director-san into this mess, so I’ll try and think of something else.

Izumi

Wow, the star anises really have such a pretty shape to them!

Chikage

By the way, Tsuzuru said he’s gonna make fried rice tomorrow, buying this would make it more authentic, right?

Izumi

Hmm, that’s true but then again… they look so beautiful that it feels like such a waste.

Chikage

Then, how about we buy some cinnamon sticks and make some mulled wine?

Izumi

Sounds like a plan! Let’s go with that!

Spice Specialty Store Clerk

——Sorry to keep you waiting.

Regarding the spice you ordered, I checked and it seems like it’s gonna be delayed due to some logistics issues…

I apologize for not informing you in advance.

Chikage

No worries, so when can we expect to receive it?

Spice Specialty Store Clerk

I think you can get it in around 4 days.

Chikage

Four days from now… I have a meeting on that day, so I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make it before closing time.

Spice Specialty Store Clerk

I’m sincerely terribly sorry…!

Chikage

It’s fine, it’s not like we’re in a hurry. I’ll come by again on the weekend.

Izumi

Oh, well in that case, should I get it in your stead?

Chikage

You okay with that?

Izumi

Yup, I happen to have some errands nearby that day.

Chikage

Then please be my guest.

Izumi

Mhm, leave it to me!

Chikage

…Sorry, thank you as always.

Izumi

What’s wrong? You’re suddenly all serious…

Chikage

Nothing, just a lot on my mind.

Part 2

Tsumugi

…Whew, this mulled wine really hits the spot, it’s got some nice spices on it.

Citron

Gets me feeling all warm~

Azuma

The star anise adds a beautiful touch to it too.

Chikage

Director-san said the same thing too, so my suggestion on using it for fried rice was a no-go.

Azuma

Fufu, that makes sense. That’s definitely like her.

So, where’s the director at?

Chikage

Looks like the sleep got to her. To think she was the one who was looking forward to it the most.

Itaru

Sleeping this early is gonna mess up her sleep hygiene.

Azuma

Yeah, I received some chocolate that goes well with the alcohol, I wanted the director to try them out too.

Sakyo

You’ve got that pricey stuff on you again.

Banri

In a few days the place’s gonna get flooded with chocolate from everyone, so director-chan still got a chance to eat some.

Tsumugi

You’re right, Valentine’s is just around the corner.

Itaru

In other words, the overpowered senpai is gonna have his weakness revealed soon.

Chikage

This is a serious matter though.

Itaru

Just call it schadenfreude I guess.

Banri

Ain’t that old news?

Tasuku

So do you have any counter-measures in mind already?

Chikage

Nothing yet unfortunately.

Itaru

At lunch you turned down that chocolate pizza talking about some “My doctor told me not to eat it.” excuse.

Chikage

If I use that excuse at work, it’ll stir up a different kind of trouble.

Tsumugi

Hmm, then again it’s hard to come up with a reason to turn them down especially when it’s done out of the goodwill of the giver.

Chikage

But this year I got a full day’s worth of meetings scheduled so I think I can manage.

Banri

Oh, well that’s a relief.

Citron

It is no relief! Just a temporary solution! That will not do! The same troubles will appear again next year!

Itaru

…He’s being sensible for once.

Chikage

I forgot about it this year and couldn’t do anything so far, but next year I’ll be on a business trip.

Citron

No! That is still a temporary solution!

Banri

Feels like the issue’s just growing.

Citron

That is why we should practice rejection together!

Chikage

Practice rejection?

Azuma

Fufu, well isn’t this interesting.

Tasuku

That’s to be expected, honestly.

Itaru

…I’m not surprised anymore at this point, but still, why me?

Citron

But of course! This is a family matter for everyone!

Chikage

Sorry, Chigasaki.

Itaru

Nah, you don’t sound sorry at all. …Sigh, it’s a relief I got up and finished an event early.

Chikage

So Citron, we went all the way out in Veludo way, care to explain why that is?

Itaru

Yeah, you can practice rejection at the dorms.

Citron

That much is obvious. It is because we are actors! This is the only place to practice!

Chikage

That’s…

Itaru

Do you mean…

Citron

Frankly, a rejection etude! Yes!

Passerby A

Oh, isn’t that spring troupe?

Passerby B

It is! Think they’re up to doing a street act?

Chikage & Itaru

…

Itaru

…I’m not sure if I’m up for this.

Chikage

Let’s just get this over with.

Chikage & Itaru

…

Passerby A

…He’s looking at his phone, is he waiting for a notif?

Passerby B Maybe he’s checking the time.

Chikage

“Are you here to meet someone too?”

Itaru

“Eh?” Chikage

“I mean, isn't it Valentine's day?”

Itaru

“Yeah that’s true, some lady hit me up and told me to meet her here around 1pm.”

Chikage

“What a coincidence, I’m here for the same reason.”

“Whenever I get called out like this on Valentine’s Day, I get excited like some highschooler wondering what it’s for.”

Itaru

“Yeah, I get you. Me too.”

“Forgive me for prying but… have you decided on an answer yet?”

Chikage

“Hmm, I was thinking of turning down——”

Itaru

“Ehh, you too?”

Chikage

“So you’re in the same boat?”

Citron

“——Sorry, I was late!” Chikage & Itaru

“No, it’s fine——”

Chikage

“Ehh…”

Itaru

“Eh?”

Citron

“Eeh!? Chikage and Itaru, why are you both here…”

“...No way, silly me! I accidentally sent the message to both of you!”

Chikage & Itaru

“Huh…?”

Passerby A

… So basically, one of them’s the genuine one and the other is a backup?

Passerby B

Woah…

Chikage

“Um, Itaru-san, do you have a second?”

Itaru

“Yeah, of course. I was meaning to talk to you too.”

Chikage

“You can reject first.”

Itaru

“Eh, no way, that’d make me seem like the backup. You should be the first to actually say no.”

Chikage

“That’s gonna be a different story.”

Kanazuka

So this is Veludo Way. It’s my first time here, but there sure are a lot of people… Huh? Seems like there’s a crowd over there.

Chikage

“——I’m not giving up, even if I was just the second option, I can’t let it end like this!” Kanazuka

!? Is that Utsuki-san and Chigasaki-san from the company…!? This is unbelievable…!

Part 3

Chikage

Thanks for your hard work throughout the meeting.

Employee A

Great job as well. Ah, since it’s Valentine’s Day, I prepared some chocolate.

Employee B

This calls for tea time, then. I’ll go make some coffee. You drink coffee too, right, Utsuki-san?

Chikage

I——.

Employee A

Oops, I think Utsuki-san will get some from his girlfriend later.

Yeah, that’s right. Sorry about that, Utsuki-san.

Chikage

…? No it’s okay.

Then, I’ll take my leave.

Chikage

(If I head over there now, I think I can make it just in time for closing time. I wonder if I should contact director-san about how the spices are.)

Itaru

——Hey, senpai. You got a minute?

Chikage

Chigasaki?

Chikage

Is it something urgent? If it’s not, just tell me about it at home.

Itaru

Looks like the gossip hasn’t reached you yet.

Chikage

Gossip?

Itaru

Apparently, even though your fiancée is dating me now, there’s a rumor going around that you haven’t given up on her completely…

Chikage

…Hah?

Itaru

A co-worker saw that previous street act we did and mistook it for a fight between you and me.

Chikage

Street act…

You surely don’t mean the one where Citron pulled a bootcamp over dealing with “rejection”, right?

Itaru

That’s right, after all it wasn’t rehearsed at all and we ended up just going with the flow of Citron’s act.

Chikage

…So that explains it, is that why I felt a weird vibe during the meeting earlier?

Itaru

We’re actors, that’s understood by regulars of Veludo Way, but the co-worker that happened to witness it was someone unfamiliar with the whole concept.

Then the gossip mill jumped on the bandwagon and said stuff like “Maybe there’s some truth beneath the surface of that act.”

Chikage

Talk about a pain…

Itaru

You said it.

Chikage

(I kinda took advantage of that in the past, so I don’t really have the right to complain.)

Chikage

… Speaking of, what happened to the rumor that Chigasaki’s sister is my fiancée?

Itaru

I don’t know, I think they just assumed you’ve broken up.

Then, what do we do? Looks like senpai’s history with love is getting pretty complicated.

Chikage

Whatever, it’ll probably just die down soon anyway so I won’t do anything about it, I’ll just head home.

Besides, hanging around you like this might be counterproductive.

Itaru

True that. I’ll wrap up my overtime work and head home early too.

Chikage

(...Not sure if it’s the rumor’s effect or I’m just being overly conscious of it, but I didn’t get any chocolate at all.)

(...It could be better, but I guess it still works out in the end, that rumor will die down soon, and I’m sure the director——)

Izumi

Ah, Chikage-san!

Chikage

Director-san?

Izumi

I got to the store early and had some time so I thought of bringing it to you directly.

Chikage

That’s right, I was just thinking of telling you to meet there since I could make it before closing time, but…

I realized I completely forgot to do it.

Izumi

Really now? That’s pretty rare for you, Chikage-san.

Chikage

A bit of an unexpected issue came up.

Izumi

Good on you for dealing with it.

Chikage

… Director-san, are you in a good mood?

Izumi

Fufu, I just found something good, is all. Ah right, the spices, here you go.

Chikage

Thanks. You’re a huge help.

(... There’s a ribbon on it, is this part of the service?)

(From an outsider’s perspective, they’ll probably assume I’m receiving Valentine’s chocolate out of context.)

(Not sure if the director noticed, but I feel the gaze of people from the company around for a while now.)

Izumi

What’s up?

Chikage

Nothing, it’s just that it feels like a gift when it’s ribboned like this.

Izumi

It is… kind of a present.

Chikage

Present?

(There’s something else aside from the spices I asked her to pick up.)

Chikage

…Does this bottle also have spice?

[ Option 1: Open and see for yourself ] Izumi Open it and check it out. Chikage Right here? Izumi Is it not good here? Chikage That’s not the issue but… well I’ll just open it.

[ Option 2: It’s nothing suspicious ] Izumi Don’t worry, it’s not fishy or anything. Chikage Should I be concerned? Izumi No, I mean it! It really is just a gift. Chikage Well, as long as it’s director-san, I’ll believe it.

Chikage

…Chocolate?

Izumi

Yup, they’re spice seeds coated in chocolate, they were pretty good when I tried them out at the store!

I bought it thinking maybe Chikage-san could enjoy it too, it’s Valentine’s Day after all.

Chikage

…

Izumi

Oh, don’t worry about returning the favor, a tasty curry made with the spices would just be fine.

Chikage

(I didn’t mean to drag you into this again… I’m sure the gossip’s gonna get updated tomorrow.)

…It’s not my fault anymore, it’s the director’s.

Izumi

Hm?

Story Clear!

#a3 translation #a3! translation #a3 #a3!#chikage utsuki #a3 card translation #a3! card translation #utsuki chikage

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Wajahat Ali at The Left Hook:

Elon Musk showed the world that buying the U.S. presidency only costs about $300 million. This is like shopping at The Dollar Store for the world’s richest man. I grudgingly tip my hat to Musk, an immigrant, who is an aficionado of Nazi salutes much like his Hitler-supporting grandparents who moved to South Africa because they were inspired by the Apartheid regime. Musk’s $290 million was a small risk with a massive return on investment. Money alone didn’t move the needle. He also bought Twitter at a loss so he could take over a major social media site and use it to promote misinformation, conspiracy theories, and platform white supremacists and hate-mongers like Tommy Robinson and Nick Fuentes.

He went all-in with Donald Trump after saying he wouldn’t donate to any candidate because he realized Trump is an unethical criminal who would treat the Oval Office like an ATM. It’s all quid pro quo. Donald has returned the favor by allowing Musk to roam free around Mar-a-Lago, join phone calls with world leaders, dine with tech billionaires who bent the knee, and he even publicly thanked him for helping with those “vote counting computers” in Pennsylvania. So far, whatever Musk wants, he gets. Musk decided to torpedo the bipartisan government spending deal via Twitter and Republicans almost shut down the government to appease him. Musk went all-in with H1B visas and referred to MAGA who criticized him as “contemptible fools” and “retards,” and Trump did a 180 on the issue and sided with him.

So, why be content with just the appetizers? Why not raid the fridge and grab everything, including the cake, the cookies, and all the crumbs? Musk has a voracious appetite and the United States of America as his “all you can eat” buffet. As Donald Trump yells at the clouds and threatens to make Canada the 51st state for balking at “the dumbest trade war in history,” Musk is busy gaining access to all of our financial data. On Friday, David Lebryk, a top civil servant at the Treasury Department, was pushed out of his job after he refused to give DOGE, the Department of Government Efficiency headed by Musk, access to the system. Please note Musk is a private citizen and not a federal employee. We still don’t know the scope of DOGE’s role, its limits, its budget, its staff, or whether it will function as a department of the government or exist as an independent organization. What we do know is DOGE is behaving like a Trojan Horse and has allowed Elon Musk to gain access to the Treasury’s federal payment system, which includes every US taxpayer’s personal information. Through DOGE, Musk has promised to eliminate wasteful spending, which according to him includes ending DEI programs, “defanging” regulators like the Securities and Exchange Commission and FTC which have investigated his businesses, privatizing the US postal service, “deleting” the IRS, and ending remote work. However, he wants to improve defense spending, so he will continue receiving government subsidies for his SpaceX which will produce rockets that explode in the sky and give Americans the most expensive fireworks.

Another target on his chopping block is eliminating humanitarian spending. He’s accomplishing that goal by attacking USAID, which provides life-saving support to marginalized communities around the world. But to Musk, who loves the pro-Nazi AfD party, USAID is an “evil” and “criminal organization” that deserves to die. As of Sunday, USAID’s X account and website are no longer available. People around the world, such as children in Sudan, Gaza, and Ukraine, will die as a result of this cruel, unnecessary action, but, hey, none of that matters to the “pro-life” MAGA movement. On Saturday night, two top security officials from the agency were put on leave because they refused officials from DOGE access to private systems. Thanks to Musk’s interference, the head of the FAA was also forced to resign, which led to the United States being without an FAA chief during a preventable and tragic airline collision in DC that claimed nearly 70 lives. Musk didn’t appreciate Starlink being fined in 2022 for violations of safety protocols.

In two weeks’ time, the Co-”Presidency” of Elon Musk and Donald Trump has destroyed everything that made America great, as the broligarchy has taken over and plundered everything in sight.

See Also:

Let's Address This (Qasim Rashid): MAGAs 7 Deadly Sins—So Far—And How to Fight Back

America, America (Steven Beschloss): Bullies, Criminals and the Fight for America

#Elon Musk #Donald Trump #Trump Administration II #Broligarchy #DOGE #Department of Government Effiency #DEI #Diversity Equity and Inclusion #SpaceX #Treasury Department #David Lebryk #USAID #FAA #Potomac River Midair Collision #Musk Coup

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abbysimsfun · 6 months ago

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 24 (Waiting For Baby)

To prepare for her son's arrival, Heather pored over job applications at the clinic. Once her son was born, she wanted to spend as much time with him as she could, but she was confident leaving the place for Marcus alone would be a mistake.

Despite Marcus' endless flirtation with customers, the clinic had done well enough that Heather could hire another employee, and she found Kaori Hayashi enthusiastic and hard-working from the start. "I hope you'll be able to lead by example," Heather said when she hired her. "I won't be far away once my son's born, but I'll be happy to know the clinic's in good hands. I think you'll be a great help to Marcus while I'm away."

"I'll try, Doc Nesbitt. He told me this morning my butt looks great in these scrubs."

Heather sighed. "I'm sorry, I'll talk to him."

Kaori laughed. "No, it's okay. I told him thanks but his butt could look better, and now I think he's afraid of me."

"If fear motivates him better than I've managed, I guess that's a win. But if he tries anything again, please tell me."

"Will do, boss!"

Heather made friends easily with Brindleton’s many strays. The town had no mayor, but the locals' favourite stray was a tuxedo cat who wore a tiny donated top hat – to the town, he was their honourary “Mayor Whiskers.”

After her arrival in town, Mayor Whiskers took a particular interest in Heather and followed her everywhere. No one in Brindleton grew better catnip than Heather!

But soon, he was spending so much time at Heather’s home with her other two cats, speckled grey King Tut and fluffy white Boomer, she officially adopted him.

It had been a long time since she’d had to think about training bad habits from her well-behaved felines, but even with exhaustion and back pains in her third trimester, she was up to the task.

Mayor Whiskers had spent his life chasing birds as a stray. He didn't know what was wrong when Heather lectured him about eating trash or scratching furniture, but he loved his new home, and slowly changed his habits to please his new human.

Despite the summer heat, Heather worked hard at her clinic right up until delivery. She knew raising a child would be expensive, and she needed to make as much as she could from the clinic before giving birth. Marcus Flex, her perpetual work issue, even picked up some of the slack when she grew tired more easily.

"You shouldn't work so hard, boss."

"I enjoy working, Marcus."

"And you're really good at it! But it can't be easy carrying that thing around." He glanced casually at her bump.

"I wouldn't mind being able to work a little less, but royalties from my VetConnect app took a hit from Petcare's splashy new competitor in the app store, so the clinic is the only way I'll be able to care for my son."

"It was pretty uncool for Petcare to do that," agreed Marcus. "Why didn't they offer to buy your app if they wanted the same one."

Heather sighed. "I have a feeling they knew I wouldn't have sold it to them."

"Too bad, Doc. Selling apps can be good business. Maybe you should design another one! Maybe instead of a vet finder service, you could do a pet finder service! Like one stop, with breeder reviews, highlighting shelter pets."

"What? Like PetConnect?"

"Sounds good to me, boss. I'd download it in a heartbeat!"

Heather cocked her head at her vet tech as he exhibited a flash of brilliance she never saw coming. "It's a great idea, Marcus. If I ever put it together, I'll owe you credit."

With Petcare's app replacing hers on the market, she was even more grateful Malcolm kept his distance after his visit. Just as she’d hoped.

With Petcare and Landgraab Corp. actively working against her ability to care for their son, she wouldn’t have anything nice to say if she saw him again.

Heather was beginning to feel like she'd been pregnant for an entire year, and couldn't wait to meet her son. ->

<- Previous Chapter | Gen 2 Start | Gen 1 Summary | Gen 1 Start

#sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 legacy #sims in bloom #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 story #ts4 story #legacy challenge #sims legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #gen 2 #brindleton bay #marcus flex

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return-to-twisted-wonderland · 1 month ago

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🔆anon

If my characters were in the Sam’s New Years Event.

(They wouldn’t all be in the same story because different aus, but I’m writing them all together for simplicity’s sake.)

— —

Sam: Thank you little imps for helping out with the New Years Sale. Why not introduce yourself to your coworkers?

Dusk: Dusk Vanrouge, though doubt people haven’t at least heard of me. I’m here because I wanted some extra money and I know working at the Lounge would be more boring.

Domino: I am Domino Spade. I came because I was interested in seeing the stock and thought being an employee would make it easier to know everything. A better way to shop around without the pressure to buy.

Kit: Kit Honest. I’m only here because Vil is getting very strict around New Years. He keeps talking about how we need to take the new opportunity in stride, so I’m just trying to be away from him as much as possible. Plus getting money for it doesn’t hurt, it will keep Fellow quiet at least.

Toryn: Yo, I’m Toryn Leech. Vil told me coming here would do me good so I could work on dealing with chaos without just riding it out. I just think he’d be happy if I took the job, so I did.

Dekker: Dekker Diamond. Nice seeing you all here. I just thought it would be nice to know what people were getting with the New Years Sale. Knowing who buys what and when is good for knowing when to buy stuff yourself, that’s all.

Ruse: Ruse Rosehearts. Riddle, Cater, and Trey all said this would be a perfect opportunity since I could get “work experience”. Not like I didn’t already have a job. But I’ve been listing to them more, so I thought giving this a shot might be interesting.

Trinity: Trinity Clover. I’m here because I wanted money and wanted to know what was on shelves during the discount. Nothing more, nothing less.

Malynne: I’m Malynne Draconia. I heard that New Years can be a hectic time and thought I could help out. Poppa said it was a good idea too, so I’m here.

Skion: Hi, Hello! I’m Skion Shroud, but I doubt that’s a secret. Idy told me I needed to do something productive with my time other than ‘make a mess’, so I’m here. A job is productive enough, right?

—

Sam: And another thing. If customers spend 50 Thaumarks or more, they have a chance to get anything they want in the store. Yes, anything. But to get that opportunity, they have to beat a staff team in a competition. But, the team that brings the most help to the store gets a Special Bonus, and if you let everyone win, say bye bye bonus.

Dusk: Special Bonus? Just for losing the least in a child’s game? Awesome. I’m not one to lose much anyway. Guess coming here for the money was the right choice.

Domino: Brining people in with the chance to win anything, only to lose it but make it seem reachable if they’re more skilled? Definitely a good hook. And a bonus for not losing many is a good hook too, but on the staff side. I might not care much about winning or losing, but I will hardly pass up a bonus.

Kit: A bonus for winning games? That seems simple enough. Lucky for me, and Honest doesn’t lose to easily. I’ll have the bonus in no time.

Toryn: That sounds like an epic idea! Oh, but I know Vil, Azul, Jade, and Floyd would totally have my neck if I didn’t come home with that bonus because I let people win. And if we’re on teams too, I can’t let a teammate down. Sorry, but I might just have to take it.

Dekker: That strategy definitely sounds interesting. I might need to write it down for later. Maybe if I get that bonus I can rub the extra money in Azul’s face. I’m not letting that chance go to waste.

Ruse: All I have to do is win a simple child’s game and I get extra? Maybe this job idea isn’t so bad. I win in all things, so that sounds like a perfect idea.

Trinity: That’s new. I’m not against it. I don’t care much about competition, but I don’t plan on giving up a helpful bonus.

Malynne: A small competition sounds wonderful! It could definitely help with some team spirit too, since we’ll apparently be on one. Can’t let my team down, can I?

Skion: A game? That’s my thing. Man, I would have won anyways, and now I get a bonus? Coming here was the best choice.

—

Sam: An your teams are-

(I’m ignoring who was paired with who in game.)

Dusk: *with Kalim* Mr. Sunshine? As long as he doesn’t tank me getting the bonus, I don’t care. He can work with people, I’ll work with stuff.

Domino: *with Sebek* Zigvolt is hard working. I hardly see a problem with this. We already work well enough together. Actually, we might have an issue with talking to customers… Can I get him to quiet down and be less aggressive?

Kit: *with Ruggie* You know what? Probably one of the best options there. He’ll definitely be able to focus on the prize while working.

Toryn: *with Deuce* That seems… nice. I know he’s one to try at least. I at least know he won’t be giving up the bonus. We can make this work.

Dekker: *with Trey* MmmMmMmmmmmm (I’m just messing with him at this point.)

Ruse: *With Cater* The one who forced me into this job? Irony. But, as long as he’s working, I can carry what he lacks.

Trinity: *with Jade* He already has a job and I can hardly see him giving up on any competition. I’m good with this pairing.

Malynne: *with Vil* He’s definitely one of the better teammates to have, and I know him well enough from hanging out around him because of Rook.

Skion: *with Rook* Rook? Great pair, if I say so myself! He’s always nice to play with, so we can definitely get this job done together.

— —

Setting Trey near Dekker is like waiting for something to go off.

#twisted wonderland #return home au #🔆anon #dusk vanrouge #domino spade #kit honest #toryn leech #dekker diamond #ruse rosehearts #trinity clover #malynne draconia #skion shroud

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sakura-chan-25 · 8 months ago

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Scarlett - The Cursed Doll

@vivi-h3artz, honey! Here's what you asked for! Please don't tell Solomon to cook for me🙏🏻

I made a whole ass Word document when I first made her. That's two pages long and I'm just gonna copy and paste that over to here. Enjoy!

Appearance:

Pale af BJD doll

24 inches tall (~60 cm)

Long red hair up to her calf

Blue eyes

Pointy ears

Light blush covering her cheeks and nose

Small mouth

Big crack from her right cheek to her left eye

Small cracks around her body

Disability:

Due to the abuse Scarlett had to go through before being adopted by Sakura, she can’t walk properly and becomes tired fairly quickly. She walks slowly and “brokenly” therefore adding to the creepy factor people used to say the doll has.

Origin:

In comparison to the other dolls made by the Devildom doll company, Scarlett is one of the tallest and can move and is basically alive. Due to that people say she’s cursed. She can’t talk since the mouth has only been drawn onto her face and because of that a lot of people are creeped out about her quietly moving around. Since no one wanted to buy her, the owner took her away and put her in the storage room. By then the cracks already existed, because nobody “took notice” of Scarlett or ignored her and therefore her falling down from the shelves was a normal occurrence. And until somebody picked her up from the floor and put her back onto one of the shelves, a lot of people would have already “accidentally” stepped on her. (As tall as she is, there is no way people didn’t see her.) Scarlett never saw the outside world, only the store she walked around in and the storage room she later was put in.

Sakura adopts Scarlett:

Once in a while the company would travel around Devildom with those shopping stalls to promote their dolls better, since their store was quite far away from the center of Devildom.

Luckily for Sakura, this time the stall was quite close to the House of Lamentation and since the brothers knew about Sakura’s obsession with dolls, but never owning one, they decided to take her there and allow her to choose one which they would buy.

Since the owner didn’t like to leave the cursed doll in the storage room while he was gone, he took her with him and planned on hiding her before the customers would arrive. However, he forgot to do that before the Avatars and their human arrived and Sakura’s hawk-like eyes escaped nothing. At first, she was overwhelmed with all the beautiful dolls, but her eyes landed quite quickly on the tallest doll at the stall. She immediately fell in love with the doll, even with “all the cracks and being broken”, dear owner, thank you very much. (Sakura loves everything with “flaws” since she says that everything deserves a home and if no-one’s willing to take them in, she will.)

The owner tried to talk her out of buying that doll, trying to scare her away with making up gruesome stories about her being cursed, but Sakura was stubborn. Despite being a bit frightened of the stories Mammon and his brothers supported Sakura in her decision of that doll and tried to convince the owner of giving the tall doll to the human. In the end one of the employees took the red-haired doll from the shelf and handed her to Sakura, asking her how she would name her new doll. After admiring all the details and “flaws” of the doll, Sakura decided to name her Scarlett, because of the cracks looking like scars and the red hair (Thank you, @belphieslilcow). The employee also told them they wouldn’t have to pay for Scarlett as long as they would take good care of her, to which Sakura eagerly nodded and smiled.

Nowadays:

At first it took a while for Scarlett to show that she’s actually alive, but after she realised that Sakura wasn’t about to hurt her nor let her get hurt, she decided to open up. Scarlett is like a curious toddler, who wants to explore everything she can. (Can’t blame her on that.) She’s also shy and acts like a regular not-alive doll whenever there are new people. She’s clingy and gets upset if Sakura leaves her alone in the bedroom for too long.

Scarlett usually stays at home if Sakura needs to go to RAD, usually spending her time in Levi’s room while he’s doing his online classes. Except when Sakura is out of the house until almost dinnertime. When that happens, Scarlett needs to come to RAD, too. One time, however, the human forgot there was a meeting after classes that could go long enough until dinnertime. That day Sakura came home to a very upset-looking Scarlett in her room.

The others like to tease Sakura about being Scarlett’s mother, since Sakura has a habit of putting the doll on her hip when she doesn’t necessarily need both hands to where they’re walking. She also has an arm in front of Scarlett whenever she’s walking on her own a bit (usually in HoL, while Sakura sits on the floor or works on her desk with Scarlett walking on the desk) in case the doll needs to hold onto something before she could fall over.

Left: Scarlett before the adoption

Right: One of the many outfits Sakura puts Scarlett in after she took her in

#obey me #obey me mc sakura #my obey me mc #obey me oc #obey me oc scarlett #app for the pics is called Magic Girl: Monster for anyone wanting to know and i couldn't add cracks unfortunately

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aeoki · 1 year ago

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New Start GO! - Work: Chapter 5

Location: Shopping Mall Characters: Hajime, Tomoya, Mitsuru & Nazuna

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< An hour later. Shopping mall, at the menswear company store. >

Hajimie: Whaa, this is my first time entering a menswear store.

It gives off a very calm atmosphere and makes me feel a little nervous.

Mitsuru: Me too! We seem a little outta place~

Tomoya: Ahaha. Even if we were to wear suits for our work, it’ll just be a rented costume.

We usually wear outfits selected by our stylist, so it’s rare for us to come in person to buy them.

I had to wear a suit as part of my role in the Drama Club before, so I thought it was a nice opportunity back then, but do you wear them at university, Nii-chan?

Nazuna: Oh, you’d usually have to wear a suit for your entrance ceremony or other similar events. I bought one when my graduation date was decided.

Well, I only wear it once in a while, so I have a feeling I wore it most during the “shuffle project”.

We’ve gotta get used to the work and become new employees who look good in our suits.

The area manager and store clerks will teach us the work they do here, so let’s take notes and remember what we need to do.

Mitsuru: Come to think of it, what does an area manager even do?

I looked it up on my phone just before, but there were a lotta words I didn’t know, so I didn’t understand, y’know~?

Hajime: The role sounds like something that wouldn’t be connected to customers, so it can be difficult to understand.

If I were to explain it in track and field terms, then I suppose it would be similar to a coach.

The store clerks or the store manager will be the ones who handle the actual trade, but area managers analyse the store and support them from behind the scenes.

Mitsuru: Analyse… Does that mean there’s stuff to analyse in a store?

Tomoya: Seems like it. The area manager is nodding their head too, but apparently, even removing a light from the store can affect sales.

Improving the store’s atmosphere or making it easier to shop as well as training the clerks… It seems there’s a lot that goes behind making a successful store.

Mitsuru: I see… That sounds like a pretty cool job, y’know!

But does that mean we’ll also have to do some analysing?

Hajime: No, it seems the actual analysis is complete, so we just have to tell the people working there and help them improve the store.

Nazuna: There’s our first task from the area manager. It looks like they want us to help out at the store with the clerks first and remember how things are run there.

There aren’t any customers right now so let’s replace the products at the store with the ones listed on this piece of paper.

Mitsuru: Hmm. All I gotta do is put all these products at the back?

Nazuna: Yeah. It seems the season for those products have passed, so it should be fine to put them in the back where customers can’t easily see them.

And there was a customer who just tried on some clothes, so fold them up and put them back.

Hajime: Ah, you can leave that task to me.

Tomoya: Right. You’ve got a lot of experience doing chores at home, so you should be good at that, right, Hajime?

Hajime: Yes. I just have to fold them, right? There we go…♪

Tomoya: Ohh. You finished that so quickly – As expected of you, Hajime~

Hajime: Yes? What’s the matter, store clerk?

If we’re all helping with the store, then we should all learn how to fold them properly…?

It’s the basics of the basics and it’s not as simple as doing the right thing at the right place… you say? You’re right, we should be able to do the bare minimum, shouldn’t we?

Then shall we spread out the shirt from before and fold it together? You can start first, Nii-chan – Please show us how it’s done ♪

Nazuna: M–Me? I’m not as experienced as you, Hajime-chin – I wouldn’t think I’d be any good.

Umm… Like this…?

No, that’s not right. Like this…?

Hmm~ This doesn’t look right, either. I can’t fold it properly like you, Hajime-chin.

I knew it’d turn out this way, but I think you’re the one who’s especially good at this. Tomo-chin, Mitsuru-chin, let’s practise so we can get bette–

…Wait, what?

Tomoya: Ahaha… Sorry, it looks like I did it too. Maybe it’s because I realised I could learn a thing or two from Hajime, so I decided to help out with the chores at home.

Nazuna: Hmm, so you’re pretty good at this too, huh, Tomo-chin… Don’t tell me you’re the same, Mitsuru-chin…?

Mitsuru: I guess mine turned out like this? It’s not super nice and looks kinda weird~

Nazuna: That’s not true. I can’t do it well either, so it looks a bit messy. Let’s do our best to improve, okay? ♪

Mitsuru: Okay! I’m gonna learn how to fold clothing properly!

Hajime: Hehe. Nii-chan is usually the one leading us all, but things are the exact opposite this time, huh.

Our talents are usually something we’re not conscious of, so maybe that’s why they’re hidden in all sorts of places.

Maybe in another future I might have decided to find a general job quickly instead of becoming an idol…

Tomoya: Hajime…?

Hajime: Oh, it’s nothing. Just talking about what-ifs. Hehe, you’re such a worry-wart, Tomoya-kun.

All right, shall we follow the area manager’s instructions and move onto the next task?

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rosenallies · 2 years ago

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Would you maybe write bimbo au smut of Rosie watching Nali dance at the club then devouring him backstage 👉🏻👈🏻

Someone sent a really similar prompt to this a few weeks ago and I kept thinking about it but just never wrote it for some reason so like if u did send in both honestly thank u <3

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Rosé watched the stage intently, sat in one of the leather chairs to the side of the stage where he had the best view of Denali parading around the stage seductively, little by little stripping until he was in nothing but a pretty little ice blue thong and matching stockings. Rosé remembers buying him that set, seeing it in a window of some high end lingerie store and thinking to himself that the blue would look delicious on his pretty little ice princess. It was enchanting to watch, every little sway of his hips capturing every audience member’s attention. The way he worked the pole pulled even some of the customers chatting at the bar away from their conversations.

Denali was a true talent, making every audience member feel like they could take him home, but Rosé knew the truth, Rosé knew that none of them even got the chance to lay their hands on him; the ones that tried got kicked out immediately.

It didn’t take Denali long to spot him, a little smirk on his face as he hopped off the stage, straddling Rosé’s lap, still cognizant of the eyes still on him.

“Hi daddy,” he purred quietly.

“Hi baby,” Rosé replied, tightening his fingers around the arm of the chair to keep himself from resting his hands in Denali’s hips, squeezing the flesh there just because he knew it drove him crazy, but he couldn’t give other customers the wrong idea. He was allowed to touch Denali, but they weren’t. The thought made possessiveness flare in Rosé’s chest.

“Do you want to come back to my office?”

“Is that unprofessional? Getting a lap dance from your best employee and then inviting them to your office?” Denali tutted, “it’s a good thing I like breaking the rules.”

He hopped up from Rosé’s lap and dragged him backstage, through the long cooridor that led to Rosé’s office. Denali nudged it open and pulled them both inside, locking it after for good measure.

“You’ve got me all alone now, daddy. What do you plan to do with me?”

Rosé chuckled, unbuckling his belt and making Denali weak in the knees. He sat in his chair, beckoning Denali over with the crook of his finger. Denali kicked off his heels and made himself comfortable back in Rosé’s lap where he finally was able to rest his hands on his hips, squeezing him gently then leaning in to kiss him.

“You looked so good on stage, baby. Everyone was so captivated by you. You know that? You know what you do to people?”

Denali’s eyes travelled to Rosé’s lap where he started to grow hard in his pants. “I know.”

“Of course you know, how could you not?” Rosé asked, “but tell me, darling, who do you belong to? Who’s the only one that gets to touch you? Who’s the only one who gets to fuck you?”

“You, daddy. Only you.”

“That’s right. Good boy.”

By now, Denali was growing hard himself, straining his panties as he wriggled in Rosé’s lap.

“You like it so much when I tell you how good you are, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” he said, face growing hot and eyes darkening, a tell tale sign he was slipping quickly into subspace

“Good job, baby. You looked so sexy up there on stage, so beautiful and perfect it’s a miracle no one snatched you up before I did.”

Denali giggled, hiding his face in Rosé’s neck. “I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else. Only daddy.”

“Tell me, baby, what do you think of daddy doing to you right now? Do you want me to take you home and fuck you? I’ll tell someone else to cover your last number, I’ll say you don’t feel well. Maybe you have a fever, your skin is awfully warm. But that’s not why, right, honey? You’re all warm because you don’t know what to do with yourself when daddy’s talking to you like this? Isn’t that right?”

Denali only replied with a whimper and a short nod, nearly shaking by that point in Rosé’s lap. Turning Denali on was easier than anything else Rosé has ever had to do, just one look could have him falling to his knees, ready to take Rosé in his mouth.

“Do you want me to take you home and fuck you, hmm? Or better yet I can bend you over this desk right now and eat you out until I have to carry you to the car. Then the real fun can begin at home?”

Rosé knew Denali like the back of his hand, he knew that he was catering directly to his little exhibition kink. So it was no surprise he muttered a quiet “the second one, please.”

Wasting no time, Rosé picked him up like he weighed nothing, grateful for his efforts at the gym. He bent him over the desk, pulling his panties down right below the plump of his ass, hands kneading the flesh there, giving it a few spanks and watching it move.

“Such a pretty ass, baby. So soft and perfect,” he mumbled, spreading Denali apart, laughing when he gasped.

Falling to his knees for better leverage, Rosé continued to knead Denali’s flesh, spreading him open as wide as he could before tentatively kitten licking around his hole, seeing how he would react, though he knew every little movement Rosé made drive Denali crazy as he moaned.

“Careful, baby, or else everyone’s gonna hear you.”

If it were the old club, Denali might’ve been less concerned but when Rosé took over, he had part of the building rebuilt with sound proof walls that blocked out the pumping noise of the club from the dressing room and his office. He said it was to provide a quieter more calming space for the dancers to decompress, but there was a part of Denali that wondered if he did it for things like this too. But if Denali were telling the truth, he didn’t care whether or not the other dancers heard, it wouldn’t be the first time and surely it wouldn’t be the last, so he moaned with little care for those outside of the office. His hands gripped the edge of the desk as Rosé worked him over harder, thoroughly enjoying it just as much as Denali. He pressed his tongue inside of Denali, spurred on by his sweet moans, a cacophony of sounds heaven to Rosé’s ears.

“Taste so good, baby,” he rasped, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers down Denali’s spine.

They continued on like that for another 20 minutes, each minute passing sending Denali closer and closer. He was so close that when Rosé abruptly stopped, he nearly cried.

“Daddy,” he whimpered, legs shaking.

“Come on, baby, let me help you get dressed.”

“What? But, I-“

“What did I say?” Rosé said, a stern edge to his voice. “Get up and let me help you dress.”

Huffing, Denali obeyed, letting Rosé dress him in whatever clothes he packed for him to change into, just some sweats that Denali was sure weren’t his as the fabric stretched too tight over his ass but were still way too long and had to be rolled up.

“I’ll keep your pretty lingerie on underneath, we’ll need it when we get home, okay?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good boy,” Rosé smiled, taking his hand and his bag and leading them out to the parking lot, smirking at every person who watched them walk out, jealousy teeming under their skin as they thought about taking Denali home themself.

Out in the parking lot, Rosé helped Denali into the car, buckling him in and kissing away the pout on his face and chuckling.

“Don’t worry, darling, daddy’s gonna make everything better when we get home, I promise.”

#bimbonali verse #prompt request

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georgeromerosanalcavity · 2 years ago

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Need to talk about my Rae Dunn experience as a former TJ Maxx employee for those who don’t know of it.

So if you don’t know what Rae Dunn is, you’ve probably seen it. It’s (usually) egg shell white pottery with a font I recently learned is known as The Skinny. Occasionally they have themed pottery that is a different color or has a themed topper or shape to it but is typically just a very boring set of pottery.

The only thing is, originally before mass production each piece was hand made by Rae Dunn herself before she started mass production (although people still say it is handmade by someone) so the pottery has an allure of uniqueness marketed with it. Because of this and the minimalism craze, people flock to buy these.

The only thing is that Rae Dunn herself has not done personal commissions through her Etsy in some time and has outsourced to mass production, although through certain stores, and while this has not deterred her loyal fans, this means that there are only select places to buy them: Second hand sites and TJX company stores (i.e. Marshall’s, TJMaxx, Home Goods, etc.).

Because of the sudden convenience of your local discount department store selling your favorite bleak vessel for coffee, people didn’t just flock to stores but would stalk them. I remember that, everyday, as we did our morning meet before opening the store, we saw multiple people standing outside watching and waiting, always the same people too, ready to get whatever was newest on the Rae Dunn shelf. It got so bad that, while I’m not sure if this is still practice, for a while the only way to obtain Rae Dunn was in person, because people would take all of the product online immediately. I remember a coworker having to clean the oil off of one of the doors, where a customer pressed her face against the glass and held it there for the entirety of our meeting.

There was also a special colored cart (so we wouldn’t confuse it) that was strictly for Rae Dunn glassware/pottery and we were not allowed to place Rae Dunn glassware/pottery on any other cart. This was because the Rae Dunn cart was always the first thing pushed out onto the floor, hours before opening. We had to do this because while we would push regular products on carts during opening no problem, if we had any visible Rae Dunn, people would pluck entire boxes of Rae Dunn off of it and carry it their merry way. As soon as we opened, what Rae Dunn was on the floor was the Rae Dunn we had on the floor for the day, no restocking period.

There were rules to dealing with Rae Dunn and Rae Dunn customers as well: You were not allowed go say Rae Dunn on the floor in case they heard you. Employees were allowed to buy any product BUT Rae Dunn which was strictly forbidden as several customers would apply entirely to get Rae Dunn. If a Rae Dunner approached you asking about Rae Dunn you could only point them in the right direction and walk away as fast as possible.

You might ask what the allure was besides the very flimsy excuse of “unique” pieces of pottery. The real reason they did this, beyond being hobbyists for these products, was to resell them to other hobbyists for MUCH higher prices.

Btw, as far as memory serves, most mugs and plates were typically $4.99-7.99. (It’s possible that changed but. Again. I cannot look up the TJX online prices lol)

Not to mention, there were certain products that did go together but were never put together in a set. This meant that it would be a hunt to collect the entire matching set, which was the real prize to these obsessive Rae Dunners. It’s so bad that one time while I was going down this rabbit hole, I actually stumbled onto a message board dedicated to tracking shipments of Rae Dunn.

While this could all be centralized to my store when I worked there, I thought it was fucking wild. I saw fights get broken up between Rae Dunners. I saw friendships ruined for Rae Dunn.

#long post #anyway. good night #meggots

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crepezinhos · 9 months ago

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As Long as You’re Here.

(REQUEST #1) POV: You (Adepti) and Xiao are companions. You work as a medical scientist and an emergency doctor, so Xiao is commonly your patient and test subject (with consent of course). But even if you’ve saved thousands of lives, the fashion culture in Liyue is very strict with weigh and you were recently humiliated in a dress store because of your chubby body. But unfortunately, you can’t hide your tears from Xiao’s ears.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is an angsty NSFW piece

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains sensitive topics about self imagery, weight insecurities and fatphobia

— Contains fat-shaming insults

You gently closed the door behind you.

Sigh.

You are a good person, you know? You are such a good person that you still hadn’t realized that Liyue’s beauty standards are toxic enough to cut through the line of respect between mere humans and the Adepti until now.

You just wanted to try out the beautiful red cheongsam (I just searched up a traditional Chinese dress I’m not sure if this accurate) you saw in a store’s display case. But instead, you got fat-shamed by an employee and giggled at by the customers nearby.

“Hey, you.” You heard a voice behind you, tapping you by your shoulder.

“Yes?” You answered gently, turning backwards to face the lady behind you.

“Do you wanna buy that dress?” She asked a little frustrated, which made you realize just how frowned her eyebrows were.

“Yes! I think it looks beautiful! I’ve been thinking about this dress for some days now and I think I want to use it in this year’s Lantern Ri—”

“It’s not for sale.” The lady interrupted.

“Oh… really? But it’s in the store’s display… and it has a price tag…” You argued, still with a sweet voice.

“Yeah, I know. It’s just not for sale for people like you.” She shamed, looking you up and down.

“You mean… Adepti..?” You asked, genuinely confused with what she said.

“No. Pigs.” She answered with a certain disgust of you. She knew you were an Adeptus and still called you a pig for no good reason at all.

“Oh…” You went silent for some seconds, unsure of what to say to make the moment less awkward. “Is there any way I can request the same dress but in a size that fits me?” You asked nicely, but the lady only chuckled.

“Are you kidding? Do you want to get me fired? It would be a shame for us to have our brand printed in such a dress!” She screamed at you, genuinely offended by your offer.

“Oh, ok...” You said, now with nothing to say or offer at all.

“Now leave before you get in more trouble.” She demanded, pointing to the exit behind her.

“Ok…”You accepted, beginning a slow rhythm while looking at the floor with shame.

And as you walked away, you noticed that most of the customers in the store around were staring at you, either giggling or gossiping with their company.

“Did she really think she could buy that dress?” You heard one of the many comments slightly echo in your ear.

You felt a tear rolling down your face. You were really trying to believe the lady hadn’t recognized you, but it wouldn’t make what she said any better. It wasn’t the first time this kind of situation happened to you but… it seems that you’ve reached your limit.

Another tear rolled down, and then another one, and then another one. Some slight hiccups started to escape your mouth. You wanted to hold them up, you wanted to believe that it didn’t matter and that you loved yourself just the way you are. So you slowly leaned your head to the floor, challenging your own eyes to look at yourself.

It was useless. It was so useless that it only worsened your mood. More tears begun to run down and more sounds started to escape your mouth. You were quick in shutting yourself, covering your mouth by sticking your hand palm in it and kneeling down to call less attention from whoever. Everyone knew you as this intelligent and prodigious Adeptus who had perfected the art of healing, who always had a solution for the ill, who would spend most of your days searching for a medicine for theEleazar… you couldn’t cry for such a weird and stupid reason, not at all. Everyone who saw that scene of you would be ashamed.

“What’s wrong?” You suddenly heard a male voice coming from behind you, making you immediately get up in fear.

You met Xiao’s figure, standing pretty far from you with his usual stoic face and arms crossed.

“Y-Yaksha Xiao?! W-Wha… what are you doing in here?! How did you get in?!” You asked confused by his sudden presence, discounting some of your emotions in him.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, ignoring your previous questions. His gaze was locked so deep in you that it seemed like a threat to you.

You didn’t understand his presence there, nor felt comfortable to answer his question.

“Doesn’t matter… you should go back to—” You attempted answering, avoiding eye contact with him while holding up some tears, but your act was quickly shut down.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me.” He demanded beginning to step closer to you.

He was walking slowly, but since each step of his made the wood planks of the floor crank, it became twice as menacing as before. You felt afraid, like he was going to hurt your vulnerable self at that moment if you didn’t confess.

Why the fuck is he trying to get an answer out of you like he was going to kill you if you didn’t?

“Yaksha Xiao… please—” You tried fighting his presence back after feeling he had crossed your line of personal space by stepping backwards, but your ankles immediately hit the door behind you. And as soon the bang echoed, Xiao slammed the door using his both his hand by the sides of your shoulders and kept them there.

You were cornered.

“Tell me.” He demanded, still staring at the bottom of your soul.

You remained silent. You weren’t understanding him at all. Why was he there, out of everyone that could appear to comfort you? Yaksha Xiao was nothing more than a rude colleague. He’d barely ever appear at meetings at the lake in Mount Aozang, only those who were work related. Most of your few interactions with that man were short and awkward because he never seemed to enjoy talking with you or anybody, no matter how kind you or anyone was to him. You understood that he went and still goes through a lot of agony and grief, so you tried being friendly to him. He seemed to notice your change in behavior towards him, but still didn’t collaborate at all, even if you spent hours taking care of his wounds and sealing karmic debt inside him, he would not even say “thank you” and disappear of your sight as soon as you turned your back to him.

“It’s nothing… I— wait… how did you even know I was crying..?” You asked between some tears, finally finding courage to stare at his amber eyes.

He went silent for some seconds, but his face was still as stoic as a rock.

“I was nearby and my hearing is great.” He answered neutrally.

“Oh… well…” You sighed, forgetting his intentions with you for a brief moment.

“Tell me.” He demanded again.

“It’s nothing, okay? I just… feel overwhelmed because of something that happened at work today…” You confessed a part of the story, lying about working.

“And what happened today?” He asked.

Was he really going to make you answer it all?

“Yaksha Xiao, I believe you’re crossing a huge line of privacy and respect right now.” You said angrily to him, trying your best to not blow up. His insistence was very annoying, especially when you were having a very private moment.

But incredibly, he obeyed you and stepped away. You cleaned up the wet in your face and he watched it all, unsure of what to do as his fists gripped themselves harder and harder.

“I’m… sorry.” Xiao muttered when you made the final wipe in your left cheek.

“No, no… it’s ok… I just… didn’t expect you to show up.” You replied, crossing your arms and avoiding eye contact.

“Why?” He asked, genuinely confused.

“Well… we aren’t friends.” You said, chuckling afterwards to make it seem less rude.

“We… aren’t..?” He asked, barely sounding like a whisper.

“We barely talk to each other. I mean… you barely talk to me, because I always make sure to talk to you.” You confessed, a little stressed and sighed afterwards, realizing you were simply making the situation more awkward and harder on you than it was.

“Sorry, I don’t really have time for conversations.” He explained himself, finally looking away from you.

“Yeah… right.” You scoffed, accidentally sounding higher than you wanted it to be.

The entire place went quiet for some awkward seconds, like the whole city had gone quiet.

…

Why isn’t he leaving? Isn’t this awkward to him?

…

“How was your day?” Xiao asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Why are you asking?” You asked, stressed at his insistence.

“You always told me about your day when you took care of me.” He said, accidentally triggering all the anger you kept to yourself.

“BECAUSE THINGS WOULD GET TOO AWKWARD IF I KEPT QUIET!” You blowed up, making Xiao slightly shiver and the ambient go quiet again.

You sighed and put your hands in your front hair and pushing it backwards trying to get some air.

During that, you accidentally glanced at him for a quick moment and realized that he seemed weirdly nervous, like a hurt person would be. You sighed again, ashamed and regretful for saying such a mean thing to him. He was just trying to help you.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be going now.” He said before turning his back to you and stepping forward a few times.

“Wait!” You screamed, making him instantly stop his attempt on teleportation. “Listen I… I just feel bad, ok? I didn’t even go to work today… I was hanging around and I went to this dress store, and then one of the employees said they’d never sell a dress to a person like me.” You finally confessed the realest truth, feeling your voice break again with the will of crying.

“A person like you?” He asked, turning only his face to you.

“A fat person, Yaksha Xiao.” You answered, feeling a tear again at calling yourself fat.

Xiao turned his face back, staring at the balcony of your home for some seconds.

“Humans… you shouldn’t listen to them. You’re not fat.” He said, turning his whole body to you.

“It’s kinda hard to not listen when they call you a pig…”

“A pig?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not a pig, you’re an Adeptus. How dare they call you that?” He said, angrier this time since you specified what you’ve been called.

“I don’t know, Xiao. I really don’t know.” You said before Xiao put his hands on the door and cornering you against it again.

“Don’t give it attention, you’re perfectly beautiful the way you are.” He confessed his thoughts to you instinctually, but instantly swallowed some saliva afterwards from the regret of saying that.

“You think I’m beautiful..?” You asked, genuinely taken aback from hearing someone like Xiao calling you that.

“I…” He mumbled, trying to regain his composure but couldn’t find a way to. So he stood quietly for some seconds while staring at you. “Yes. Yes I do.”

“Oh… thank you.” You thanked embarrassed.

“You still seem sad.” He argued.

“Well… that’s because as long as I’m thankful for your kindness, it just won’t help at all.” You explained, crossing your arms and looking away.

“Why?”

“Because people only say it to me when I’m crying over it. It’s never in a common day or a new dress, y’know?”

“But I’m being genuine.” He said, feeling offended by your accusation.

“That’s also what they say to me…”

“But the difference is that I like you way more than anyone does! Ganyu, Shenhe, Cloud Retainer, Rex Lapis… they feel nothing for you compared to me!” Xiao finally bursted.

“You… what..?” You asked, very surprised at what he said.

“You have no idea how good it is for me to wake up in a warm bed with all wounds covered up, with no headaches and a nice lady talking to me about her day after a terrible day full of fighting, blood and gore! Sorry if I was inconvenient to you before, but I want to change! I hate to admit it but you make me feel things I haven’t felt in ages, and I don’t want you to think I don’t feel it! It pains me that you care more about what humans say to you than all the Adepti and me at this moment!” He screamed, finishing like he still had more to say.

You just stood there.

…

Wow.

Was that really Yaksha Xiao..? It couldn’t be.

He had a crush on you?!

“Oh.” That was all you could find to say.

He didn’t like how you were quiet towards his confession, so he suddenly leaned forward and glued your lips together. You didn’t really have a reaction, you just let him explore your mouth until you finally felt yourself being dragged into the heat of it. And when you did, your heart seemed to melt, feeling his previous words finally hit you. The sympathy you felt for him grew in that same minute. A thing you’d never expect someone like Xiao could do to a person that quick.

Tears begun to form in your eyes again. All the sadness you were keeping inside you, seemed to have find the perfect opportunity to get out. The more you accepted the kiss, the further he pushed your head to the door and his tongue inside your shaky mouth. It seemed like Xiao was sucking all of it outside you and it was working so well that it made moan for the first time in many years. Even if he was doing well, air isn’t infinite.

He parted away from your face and both of you begun to recover from the overuse of oxygen while staring at each other.

“What about now?” He asked between some heavy breathes.

“I…” You mumbled, embarrassed about what you two were doing.

But you wouldn’t mind if he went on. Right?

Xiao was a beautiful guy in the end of the day and now revealed to be in love with you.

Your hands moved to his face and pulled him for another kiss. This time he was being more competitive for power of the kiss because of the way you controlled his face with your hands. Xiao also unexpectedly changed his hands’ position to your crotch, sliding them under your dress and touching your clothes clit. You didn’t expect him to advance that quick and intimately, so you pushed him away from your mouth.

“W-Wait..!” You said, expecting him to ignore you, which didn’t happen.

“Yes?” He asked.

“Are you… I mean, are we going to…” You tried asking but the embarrassment didn’t allow you to.

“Do you want to?” He answered, staring at you. You noticed his eyes seemed to be more hungry than before.

“I mean… are you sure..?”

“Yes. Are you sure?”

“I…” You mumbled before you felt your clit slightly ache like it wanted that touch again. “Do it again… please.” You asked, moving your hand to the tip of your dress and pulling it up slightly, still not showing your underwear to his eyes.

Xiao slightly chuckled. You’ve never heard him make that sound and definitely was surprised to see him do it for such a weird reason. But his hands quickly reoccupied your mind with his two longest fingers beginning to rub your clothes clit up and down repeatedly. Your legs would flinch whenever he decided to scissor and press your clit with the same fingers. Your hands were in the wall, trying to contain yourself from crumbling down.

“You’re wet.” Xiao commented back with his stoic face as he gently pressed your entrance.

You moaned, smashing his perverted hand with your shaky legs when he begun to try thrusting you.

“X-Xiao~!” You called out his name in pleasure.

Xiao growled, like he had really liked what he had just heard.

“I want you all for myself.” He demanded, ignoring your calls and shoving his head on your neck.

His mouth begun to lick and smooch your soft skin and fragile bones as you did your best to not press his fluffy hair too hard and crumble in his single hand holding your buttock. Even if he wasn’t making direct contact with your pussy, you were feeling desperate with that overwhelming pleasure he tortured you with.

“D-Don’t you want to do it in another place or position?!” You suggested, trying to hold his wrist and pushing his head away from your now marked neck.

“I don’t have much time.” He answered, obeying your wishes, but beginning to undo his pants.

“But I weigh a lo—!”

“I’ve carried heavy things my entire life. You will definitely not be a problem.” He said, pulling your legs up, making your whole body hanged in his hands.

You screamed in surprise but let yourself fall and be hanged. Your legs naturally spread away from each other due to the position, opening a way for him to get closer.

And as he stepped those extra steps, one of his hands moved to your hips, pulling your torso closer to him. You looked down and realized he already had himself positioned between your legs.

“Are you ready? I promise I’ll be quick.” He asked looking at you deep, shameless of the moment.

“Do it~...” You asked, putting a hand on top of your mouth to cover your red, vulnerable face a little.

“I will. You don’t have to worry.” Xiao answered while grabbing the wrist of the hand that dared to go in front of your mouth.

You felt his hands move down to grab a piece of your underwear and pull it away, making your bare pussy show up. You begun to feel the tip of his dick making contact with your your entrance, unintentionally feeling the stickiness of your pussy contaminating his tip, beginning to fill you up. And after admiring the view for some seconds, he finally pushed his way inside you very slowly. Your first reaction was to squirm and scream as you felt your walls spread a way for him while Xiao simply hissed in relief. He shortened the distance between you two, laying his head on your neck again to stimulate you with his mouth as he finally begun to move his hips back and forth slowly. You hugged his back, trying to contain the slight pain of having sex after many years. Your nails instinctually pierced and scratched his skin to firm yourself better, causing him to hiss and grip harder on your buttocks as he felt them go deeper and deeper.

“S-Sorry, I—” You tried apologizing between moans.

“It’s ok, discount it all on me.” He ordered, breathing on your neck hard.

You felt two tears form in each eye. The comfort Xiao’s words were making you feel weird, but somehow so good. Your shoulders and hips relaxed to tense up the grip of your nails in his clothed back while Xiao took it like it was nothing.

“Why do you even bother listening to what mere humans have to say about you..? You could wipe the entire city if you wanted to, yet, they have no sense of respect…” He whispered angrily in your ear, discounting his own anger on you as well.

It looked like he was drunk, but Xiao was just burning in the passion and of the situation. He already disliked humans, but their audacity never failed to make his blood boil.

“I don’t want to ever see you crying over what pesky humans say about you and your body, ok? If you don’t defend yourself, they’ll only continue… because they believe you are hurt. You don’t want that, do you?” He asked, covering most of his moans and gasps in the process to make his message more obvious. His eyes wouldn’t move away from yours, trying to get the answer he wanted out of your mouth.

“No… no I don’t..!” You gathered all your energy to scream something to him.

“And if you can’t defend yourself, call our my out my name. A whisper or a finger snap is enough.” He ordered, still in his angry mood.

“I will… I will..!” You threw your head to the air as Xiao pulled your hips closer to his, increasing the amount of total length his dick reached inside you. If you two were in another position, he would be easily reaching your cervix with each thrust.

“Good.” He said before putting his tongue on your neck again and beginning to accelerate his rythym.

Your noises got higher because of those two last decisions of Xiao and your back arched to the core. Your womb also began to slightly ache in a good way, wanting Xiao even more. Your legs moved to tangle your feet together and hug Xiao’s waist to pull his hips closer to you. It worked. Now the tip of his dick could kiss your cervix. The touch was minimum, you could barely feel it sometimes, which made it just more tortuous to you.

You closed your mouth to gather some air to speak what you had in mind.

“Xiao..! I think I’m close~!” You screamed, using all the air you’ve gathered in those seconds.

His pace got even faster, searching more of your pleasure than his own.

“You are, huh? Tell me how you want this.” He whispered in your ear, licking the lobe afterwards.

“Faster~! Faster~!” You asked, trying to not sound as demanding as Xiao.

Xiao didn’t even say anything, he just quickened his pace to the max he could, making you throw your head to the air in ecstasy.

“Oh, archons~! Archons~!” You screamed, feeling your womb ache more and more with the closure of your climax.

And suddenly, both of you felt your orgasm coming all the way down, making both of you stop everything immediately to feel the moment. Your legs shook non-stop and Xiao was doing his best to keep your hips in the same place. He was very sweaty and gasping but his facial expression was incredibly neutral. He hadn’t even tried reaching his orgasm, so he had no much pleasure to express at that moment rather than having his cock warmed by your sticky, tight walls.

As soon as your legs stopped twitching and your body could relax after the orgasm, your eyes closed, completely exhausted. Xiao pulled you away from the wall and begun walking as he changed the way he carried you to a princess style. You didn’t care where he took you, you just wanted to rest after a noon of many emotions and sex. You suddenly felt body lay down and slightly sink at a very soft place, your own bed. You opened your eyes to see what had happened to you and saw Xiao pulling the sheets of your bed to the height of your chest.

“Tell me, which store was it?” He asked you like nothing had happened, looking at your eyes as he finalized the job of comforting you in the bed.

You breathed in and out using your mouth some more times before finding the courage and air to tell him the store’s name.

“Huai Dei… it was the Huai Dei store.” You answered, now a little less more rested and normal.

“I hope it’s not your favorite store.” He said, before finally walking away from you to the balcony and teleporting somewhere you didn’t know.

You stared at the spot where he last stepped for some seconds before turning your head to the roof again and closing your eyes slowly.

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ragingstillness · 1 year ago

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Not that I’m biased (I totally am) but I went to a different hardware store today than the one I work at (I needed something we didn’t have) and god the service was so much worse.

1) the way the phone hold music works includes a ring and what sounds like people taking quietly then an ad then music much louder all over again, it gets your hopes up every time and annoyed me instantly. I also had to wait for like 20 minutes to get the answer to two yes/no questions that I really feel like the operator could have handled without transferring me. When I got to the store in person, they were NOT busy

2) the person at the front desk of the department I needed help from was on his phone and continued to be on his phone as I talked to him. He then tried to look up something for me on his phone and it took forever so he apologized because the wifi was bad (I had full bars) and then went to look it up on the computer (yeah maybe we try the thing that’s literally wired into the internet if the internet is truly the issue)

3) he decided that he couldn’t help me but was going to call someone over. Instead of using his radio, which, considering that I saw him use it eventually, was indeed an option, he just peered into the aisles and tried to call verbally but very softly for someone. Context: these aisles are each like 15ft wide and 150ft down to the end of the store, ain’t nobody gonna hear you even if you scream dude)

4) the guy who he eventually called over on his radio to help me was actually quite nice and helpful, he was just very slow moving. Luckily I wasn’t in a rush but it took me much longer to get what I needed than I expected

5) the store seemed wildly understaffed for how many people needed various services but the staff seemed unconcerned, signaling to me that this isn’t an issue of them not being able to hire enough people, the company has just contented itself with being slow

6) I went to check out with the guy at the desk from before and idk if it was him or the nice guy who helped me writing it wrong on the ticket but I bought 10 of something that he charged me for 20 of, upping my bill by about $70 and now I have to go back to correct the error

7) the signage on the shelves (towering at least 100ft high) was so small I could barely read it leaning forward and with my glasses on, with no indication of whether the description applied to items stacked above or below the label. In addition, these items are heavy and instead of having a machine to do it or just stacking them in a more accessible space, the employees have to take them down by hand one by one (I needed 20 total, bought 10 of smtg and 10 of another, to reference my previous complaint I got charged for 30 total) which feels kind of like a safety hazard

8) the employee who was nice and helped me kept his gloves on for lifting the items I needed then took them off and barehanded the razor sharp saw machine to cut my items as I needed, anxiety-inducing as hell

9) they had a massive variety of the item I needed but only asked me one two-sided question about what I was using it for, leading me to worry that they might not know exactly what I need and I could be buying the wrong thing

Normally I wouldn’t come on here to complain about smtg like this but because I work for a rival company in the exact same industry and the exact same position as the desk employee, it really ticked me off overall. I know customer service is usually a nightmare on both sides and I can’t say it’s my passion either but I take pride in being very good at my job and this wasn’t even up to par.

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yngtort · 1 year ago

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— insecure

NSFW ★

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Xfem!reader changbin thought you were beautiful just the way you are. He couldn’t stress it enough. So when you’re stuck in a slump, he doesn’t hesitate to make you feel better.

It was starting to piss changbin off

The constant self deprecating when you stand in front of your full length mirror, nit picking at your body— or when you kept rejecting your favorite snacks that he went out of his way to buy.

Your wardrobe had completely changed from form fitting to obnoxiously baggy clothes that swallowed the entirety of your silhouette. (Although seeing you in a couple of his hoodies was really cute, but that’s besides the point.)

Changbin despises the fact that you think of yourself as anything thing less than drop dead gorgeous. because you were, especially in his eyes. You were damn there perfect, pudge and all.

He just wished you could see what he saw. That’s why he dragged you out of the house today. Of course you protested, saying “I have nothing to wear” but changbin already had a cute pair of jeans and a crop top laid out for you. There was no excuse.

So now here you were, in a mall, arms wrapped around your exposed stomach. You felt extremely self conscious, wondering if you looked weird from the side or if someone could tell your sucking in your gut.

“Stop it,” changbin tugged your arm away and interlaced his hand with yours. “You look fine.”

“I look fat.” You retort, keeping your free arm latched on your torso.

Changbin sighed, not knowing what to do with you at all. He was so disappointed that he had let you get to this point. If only he would’ve noticed your self hate sooner , maybe it wouldn’t have gotten this bad.

“Bin, I want to go home.”

You were always at home. That was another thing about you that had changed. When you and changbin started dating, you were straight party animal. You used to be the one making plans and begging him to try new restaurants— or see the latest marvel movie. Then it all gradually came to abrupt stop as of last month. It pained him.

“We’re not leaving until you buy atleast one thing from out of here.” He squeezed your hand. “Please just this once, y/n.”

You inadvertently press your lips into a line. There’s nothing you want from these stores. None of the clothes would look good on you anyways, but changbin was adamant— and you didn’t want to make him waste his time, so you just gave in.

Eventually, you both found yourself in one of your (used to be) favorite stores. A while back, you were coming to this place every single day because they had such a wide variety of styles. All the styles in which you think you can’t pull off as of now.

But they’re still pretty to look at.

Changbin watched your every move. A lot of picking up and putting down, that’s what you did. He huffed in frustration— he wanted to buy every single last thing your hand brushed. But he knew you’d probably complain and not wear them.

That didn’t stop him from taking note of them though, jotting the brand down into his phone for later. For now, he just has to be patient and hope you find—

“Oh wow.” and there it is.

A black silk mini dress, just your style. It was simple, yet sexy and soft to the touch. Changbin watched with hopeful eyes as you hold it up against your body. ‘Don’t put it back, don’t put it back.’ He chanted in his mind.

“Do you think it’ll fit?” You turned to him, hands still rubbing the fabric. “Should I try it on?”

“Is that even a question? Cmon.” He drags you over to one of the employees, asking for a dressing room. Changbin urges you in with no hesitation and the shuts curtains, standing infront of it protectively.

It’s takes awhile for you to come out and it makes changbin extremely anxious. He really hoped you hadn’t already changed out of it, not before he could see it.

But when you do come out, something more than relief washes over him. You looked absolutely stunning— his jaw almost dropped to the floor as you stood there in that dress.

It hugged you so nicely. Hips, thighs, stomach, chest; all of it was highlighted so beautifully that Changbin personally wanted to meet the very soul that made this dress and kiss the ground they walked on.

the dress was pretty, but you still felt like a pig wrapped in a bow.

“How does it look?” You asked rather shyly, fingers threating to pull the fabric down. “It’s too tight, isn’t it? Maybe I should get a bigger size-“

You were cut off almost immediately as changbin pushed you back into the dressing room. He didn’t even give you a chance to think before his lips was latched to yours while he pressed you up against the white walls.

“So fucking beautiful.” He mumbles against your lips, his hand hungrily kneading at your ass.

It’s been so long since he’s seen you look so much like yourself. That confident, outgoing, and happy young woman he fell in love with. It was driving him nuts that you had turned into this hollow shell of your true spirit. He wanted to bring your spark back.

When you pull back there’s a buzz left on your lips from all the sucking and nipping.

“You look stunning… so so fucking pretty.” Changbin tucks his head into the curve of your neck peppering soft kisses on your skin. “Bin,” you call out and he grunts.

“Do know how hard it is for me not to fuck you up against this wall?” he speaks against your skin, clear frustration in his voice as he holds back.

“We’re getting this dress—.” He sucks in a breath, “no— I’m buying two, because I’m ripping this one to shreds when we get home.”

Changbin doesn’t even hesitate to pull you out of the dressing room, keeping his promise and grabbing an extra dress on the way to the counter. You thank a higher power that the cashier is able to ring up the dress without you changing out of it.

The ride home is quick, yet intense. Changbin had one hand on the wheel while the other massaged your innner thigh. You’re sopping wet from his touches, you just know it.

As soon as you make in the house, you’re being picked up, legs wrapped around changbins torso as he pressed you against the door. He explored every single crevice of your mouth— as if he hadn’t done many times before.

It takes you a while to leave from the door and to your room. Changbin took so many pit stops— he kissed you in the living room— kitchen counter too. You were surprised when he passed the bathroom and headed into the bedroom.

When Changbin places you on the mattress, the kiss finally stops. He leans back, taking a moment to admire your state. Hooded eyes, swollen lips, and thighs that rubbed together in anticipation.

“How could you ever not see how gorgeous you are when you look like this?” His words hit hard, because for so long you didn’t think you deserved to be looked at. Not by him atleast. Changbin was the complete package and you truly believe he should be with someone else. Someone smarter, skinnier, prettier.

Changbin scoffs as he watches you get back inside your head again. He’s not gonna let you close up on him like this this, no way.

“Show me.” He said, fingers latching onto the fabric of the dress.

“H-huh?” You asked confused, and suddenly the sound off ripping hits your ears. He actually tore the dress with his bare hands and your at a lost for words.

“Show me what part of you isn’t perfect and I’ll prove you wrong.” He challenged and his lips moved back down to your neck.

“It can’t be this,” he kisses and sucks at your collarbone bone until the skin becomes dark.

Once he’s done marking there he moves down your to your bra, bringing out one of your breasts. “Or this.” His mouth locks onto your hard bud, making you let out the most helpless of whines.

Changbin progressed down further and further, spending the most time at your stomach. He even went as far as to make you count out how many times he kissed— 100 exactly.

This was all just to show how much he cherished and loved your body and it’s imperfections. It was working, it really was.

He finally made his way down to your lace panties, a small smirk making its way on his lips as he noticed how soaked they were. Just for him.

“Lift, princess.” He commanded to which you obediently raised your hips so he could pull the fabric off.

Changbin took his time eating you out, savoring your flavor on his tongue. He loved hearing your Soft mewls leave your lips as you revel in pleasure. Then there’s that cute little habit of reaching your hands down and fiddling with his ears. It was like a passive aggressive way to tell him not to stop— that your feeling amazing.

when your legs begin to close, Changbin knows your close. He uses that moment if sensitivity to stick two fingers into your wet hole. You choke on a moan, he pressed against your cervix and it completely sent you over the edge.

Your wall clenched around his fingers in a desperate manner as he pumped them in and out, waiting for you to come down from your high. “Bin— fuck.” You whimpered as your legs shook pathetically.

Pulling back, changbin rids himself of his clothes. Shirt, pants, and underwear completely disregarded onto the floor. Your eyes shameless takes in his breathtaking stature.

A hulk of a man, so toned and built but soft in the spots you needed. And let’s not even talk about how well hung he was—

“you wanna take a picture? I can pose.” He says cockily as he climbs back on top of you.

You slap his shoulder and laugh softly, “shut it.”

God, how changbin missed that pretty smile of yours.

You share another kiss, this one more gentle and less impatient. Your hands found their way around his shoulders and up into his hair.

Changbin, for the first time in his life, decided to multitask. Tongue still laced with yours, he positioned himself self at your entrance and slowly entered you.

You moaned against his lips, feeling your walls welcome him with no problems. It was a snug fit, but his girth nuzzled into you so nicely.

The pace started off slow, pulling all the way out and crashing back into the deepest part of you. Soon you’re begging for him to go faster and when he does, your screaming out his name. his hands gripped your skin until it turned white as he fucked you into the mattress.

“You’re perfect, yknow that?” He praised into your ears. “Don’t think anything different again.”

“Y-yes.” You Stuttered out, back arching up against his body.

You continue on like that, changbin completely ravaging you roughly as he whispers sweet nothings. It’s heaven, not sure if it’s inappropriate to say that, but it is!

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He groans, feeling his high creeping up. “Gonna fill you up n have the cutest little babies”

“Please,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Shit—Anything for you, princess.” And with that, he planted his seed inside you, painting your walls white.

Shaky breaths are pouring out of both of you after he pulls out. You snuggle up into his Chest, burying yourself in his scent. “Bin?” You called.

“Yes baby?”

“I’m hungry.”

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