#looking like he could pay off my student loan debt

[andy-clutterbuck]

#can you make one of these at build a bear? #Andrew Lincoln #* #andygifs #GRADE A SPECIMEN #S I R #excuse me but the nose™️ #H A N D S #looking like he could pay off my student loan debt #....i mean he legitimately could but you KNOW WHAT I MEAN #that profile man.... #the hair flipping out at the back #perfection #gray hairs are sustenance #people who think otherwise are weak #tag reads: made of 100% husband material

[thoughtssvt]

adventures of sugar daddy nanami kento and his frugal sugar baby [ pt. 2 ]

nanami kento x reader ; fluff & humor ; nsfw joke | [ pt. 1 ]

MDNI — 18+ interactions only

A/N : it's implied that reader is still attending school, whether that be college undergrad or grad is up to you; tldr: reader is over the age of 18

"darling, are you busy right now?" kento's voice dripped from the speaker of your phone like thick honey.

"nope, go ahead," you confirm that you have time to talk as you wipe the sweat off your brow, the summer sun and scalding water making your body temperature rise.

you could practically hear kento's brows furrow, "are you sure? you sound a distance away and I can hear the water running," he said suspiciously.

you cringed, holding your breath as you slowly slid the plate onto the rack only to cringe at the sharp hiss of ceramic skidding against metal.

"I thought you started using the dish washer," kento sighed, the creak of his office chair putting the image of a disappointed kento leaning back in his chair in your head.

"I don't trust it, kento!" you cried dramatically. you would've clutched at your heart if your hands weren't soaking, sparkling glasses weeping on the rack at the mere thought of being thrown in satan's machine.

a staccato sigh and your muffled chuckles filled the kitchen. "anyway," kento continued, "I was wondering if you had the energy for something public." he asked, always considerate of your social battery.

you blotted your hands against the hand towel that hung from the oven door's handle, humming happily as you reached for the nice hand lotion kento had gotten for you, worried about the state of your hands considering the temperature of the water you habitually used. "why? is this some secret exhibition sex club thing that you rich people have?" you teased.

"I want to treat you to an outing since you refuse to do it yourself," kento poked back, speeding passed your joke, already used to your antics.

"oh, not denying it? does it actually exist?" your eyes widened in feigned suspicion, a weak attempt at changing the subject.

"do you know why I started looking for a sugar baby?" kento continued. you sucked in a breath only to be cut off, "nevermind... don't answer that." kento sighed, making you chuckle. "I wanted someone to enjoy spending my money. I lost that kind of excitement a long time ago, so you don't have to hold back. you can ask me for anything that will make you happy, okay?" he explained, sincerity oozing from his voice.

you nodded as you listened, ears perking up towards the end. "anything?" you parroted drawn out and timid.

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kento scrubbed his hands against his scalp, blond locks effectively spiking in every direction. you were both sat next to each other at the dining table, crowding around your laptop-- the one you'd refused to replace, deadset on it lasting you at least another four years despite the volume the fans worked being loud enough to wake kento from his sleep. kento sat defeated, chin digging into his palm as he stared into the abyss while you wore a gleaming smile on your face, excitedly knocking against the table as you waited for your prehistoric machine to load.

once the confirmation screen popped up you wrapped your arm around kento's, pulling him in close. "you were right, kento! spending all this money is fun!" you chimed, wiggling like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

kento stared at you with glassy eyes. "I don't know what to do to make you understand," he croaked. "was this really fun for you?" he softened as he took in your features and how much more energized you seemed after just a few clicks.

when he got home from work you'd dragged him to the table, pulling up the tragic student loan debt page, eagerly asking him if it was really okay to spend this much all at once. he'd paid off your loans and the remaining balance of your current semester. you felt like you were floating, to say the least.

kento was more than happy to pay these debts off, but he'd assumed that if you had any they would've been your first priority, not a scrubdaddy and a dish rack. he deflated once again at the mere memory.

you chuckled fondly at the display, reaching to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. "fine, fine. let's go."

his brows knit tightly as you input the address into his phone, sticking it to the dash before securing your seatbelt. you had him park a bit away from a 7-eleven. he followed you hesitantly, watching as you hummed quietly to yourself, a bounce in our step as the two of you took a short walk down to akihabara station. you stopped with your arms spread in a grandiose gesture, the wall behind you stacked floor to ceiling with gashapon machines.

"i've always wanted to try one of these, but the probability that I would get what I wanted on my first try was always slim." you explained as your eyes scanned the wall for a specific capsule series. you held your palm open asking for coins which kento handed to you with a gentle smile.

he watched you for who knows how long. the capsules kept coming, countless duplicates filling his arms. and it was worth it to see your smile, bright and unashamed, every time you popped a capsule open.

"ah, finally!" you cheered as you turned to kento, a small plastic sandwich in the palm of your hand, the same sandwich he got everyday for lunch.

his heart overflowed, spreading heat across his chest. you'd gone through all that work just to get his sandwich. even given the opportunity to do something for yourself you still thought of others, but you were happy and that was enough for him.

"come, come! I think I saw one that had a desk like the one in your office." you beamed, eyes busy searching for the machine with every intention to set these figures up in the corner of your own desk. somewhere along the way kento left you for a moment just to stop by a store for a bag, dumping all your gachas in it until you got exactly what you were looking for. a smile plastered on his face as you continuously loaded coins into the machine.

he rests a hand on your thigh on the drive home, pinching it just enough to grab your attention. "thank you," he whispers, bringing your hand to his face to kiss at your knuckles. thank you for showing him all the small happiness the world had. he had a lot to learn from you.

part 1 | sugar daddy kento masterlist | jjk men x reader masterlist

divider by @tyuniwa

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[inkskinned]

100,000 dollars is not a lot of money.

it is also a lot more money than i will ever have. my student loans make up half of that - they're coming back, i'm told, like we all bounced back recently. the other day while paying for gas to go to work, i overdrew my account without knowing it.

i sat in the car and looked at the charge and tried to do the math. where the fuck is the money even going? i don't live extravagantly. i live in a hole in the ground, in an apartment the size of a sneeze; covered in ants. yes, i wanted to live close to a population center. maybe that's my fault. i've downloaded the apps and i've spoken to the experts and i've cut back on excess. i can't help the pharmacy bills or the medical debt.

i have a good, well-paying job. when i googled it to see if i was getting a fair salary, i found out i'd be making "upper middle class" money. which doesn't make sense - is "upper middle class" now just "able to afford a one-bedroom without a roommate". when i was younger, upper-middle meant a nice big house and a backyard and vacations and not flinching about eating at a resturant.

i was talking to my friend who is a realtor. he said 100,000 dollars is extremely cheap for housing. he's not wrong. 100,000 dollars would change my life. 100,000 dollars also won't really buy you anything. it could get you out of debt, potentially, if you were lucky and had a certain amount of scholarships to tack onto your degree. you could pay off the car and then have enough left over for "spending" money. how fucking amazing. one vacation, maybe two if you're thrifty. and then - like magic - the money would evaporate into nothing. people would sigh and tell you see, you should have put it into savings! like "upper middle class" people can't afford to value "actually living" over squirrelling wealth. you should spend your life only in scarcity. like that is what made the rich people all their real "actually a lot of money".

100,000 dollars would literally set me free. it also would just set me back to "earning normally" instead of paying down debt into infinity. god, do you know how many of us just want that? that our first thought is we could stop scrambling and just be free of debt if we won the lottery? that we don't even necessarily need to stop working - we just wouldn't have to worry about failing or falling?

and. at the same time. 100,000 dollars is next to fucking nothing.

#writeblr #me paying my taxes this year: #haha good to know im literally doing more for my community out of my tiny apartment #than most corporations will do in their entire scope! :) these motherfuckers will NEVER pay taxes!!! #bc they lobby others to be sure we CHOKE :) !!! #i hope this is clear like. this isn't someone being like ''haha if i got 100k it wouldn't be a big deal'' #it's more like. the gap between corporations and the ppl WORKING in those corporations #has become HORRIFIC. 100k to the company i work for is like. pocket change to them. #and it is LIFE CHANGING for me. #they could cut me a check for 100k tomorrow and not even budge their margin of error

[jpitha]

You have to understand.

At least at first, I didn’t mean to do it. I had just gotten out of College, a kid with a degree in History and an eye watering amount of debt. I made the mistake of telling the professor I did early 21st century historical reenactments for my summer job and he let me take on a titanic amount of debt for historical realism. I’m not sure who I owe the money to, since we live in a post scarcity society, but I sure worry about repaying it, so I have that going for me. Extra points for realism.

After I graduated - with an ulcer from stress worrying about the debt, another point for realism! - I was bumming around the orbital looking for a way to earn some quick cash and I realized how I could put my degree to use. Everyone has everything provided for them by the government because - after the Unpleasantness - we figured out that was easier and cheaper than giving everyone on the planet a gun.

But that means that everyone has mostly forgotten how to keep an eye out for scams. Who is going to scam you anyway when you all have the same access to cheap and easy housing, food, and Space Cocaine?

People who have mountains of debt due to historical accuracy, that’s who.

I set up shop right outside the exit from Customs on the station. Rubes-er People from all over the Galaxy would come, hellbent on seeing the sights of my planet and before they could hit up the Cøffee Haüs they would find me.

I started small; ran a couple of three card monte tables, but without a partner, convincing people they could win without them actually winning was tough. I hacked a janitorbot into being my assistant and soon enough I would have a crowd watching.

This, while effective was incredibly boring, so I changed to my plan B and just started making fake supplements. For maximum compatibility across all of the galactic species, mine were pure carbon (to absorb toxins you see). This increased who I could sell too without worrying (too much) about inadvertently poisoning anyone.

A few people were sad I moved away from scamming people with cards, but they became my first ‘partners’ in selling my supplement. I had to actually explain how a Ponzi scheme worked though, nobody remembered. I told them about how so long as they found more suckers underneath them, they wouldn’t be left holding the bag and it took off like an oxygen accelerated fire.

There was also an oxygen accelerated fire, but that can’t be traced back to me.

Three weeks later, I was the richest human in the Galaxy. Honesty, I didn’t even know where everyone even got the money, I thought we had eliminated it, but here I am, rich as hell. I feel a little bad about it, but if I admit the whole thing was a ploy to pay off my student loans, I worry that they’ll turn on me.

I still haven’t paid off my loans either. I don’t think I can swing the payments and the payments on my Super Dreadnought. Did you know they’ll build anyone one so long as you put the deposit down?

Anyway, do you want to get in on an incredible deal on the low effort world of supplement sales?

#writing #sci fi writing #jpitha #humans are deathworlders #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #humans are space capybaras #humans are space australians

[ebonyslasher]

Scary, Spicy, and Sweet? Pt. 2

Synopsis: You work as a new Nurse in Smith's Grove after finding a passion working with mentally ill patients. Impressed with your skills, Dr. Loomis assigns you to the infamous Michael Myers. His terrorizing activities take an odd, sexy turn that surprises you.

This is part 2. This one has 18+ content. Grown folks Only! Read part 1 here.

This is a request from soooo long ago for @hdhhffgjdhdhdbdbd. I do hope that you enjoy.

Discovering that you were not coming in, set Michael OFF.

Over the past 3 weeks, your reactions have amused him greatly. The shaking in your arms and legs made him chuckle. The short screams from his fake attacks made his cold heart race. However, his focus shifted to other aspects about you. You were very beautiful. Your beauty enhances your scared visage, making you more attractive each day. Your wide nostrils would cutely scrunch when you felt uncomfortable. The way your lips contorted made him want to nibble and suck. Wide mouth screams made him want to cover your mouth with his and dip his tongue into you. Those wonderful eyes of yours would blow up into the cutest way, like a small cat on alert.

Michael could not help but notice your smell. It was always so pleasant. He could not place the scent, but it was light and alluring. It made him inspect your body with increased interest. Your breasts looked delectable. Plump. Sometimes he could see your nipples after a good scare, making his dick jump in excitement. He wanted to watch those hips and ass jiggle as he chased you around, excited to catch his cute little nurse. 

It was only yesterday that he realized that he found you the most adorable person he’s ever seen. These feelings, these thoughts were unlike him. He could not wait to explore these odd feelings with you. And now you took the day off? 

He would make sure you never leave his side again. 

—

“...Only doing this cause it’s damn 80 an hour….. fucking…. Michael ass Myers, big funky ass self!....and that weird ass doctor…” You mutter as you stomp through each steel double door, clocking into work, yet AGAIN. 

Although you took the offer for extra money, you were still highly upset. You were already running yourself ragged with how often you worked. Surely the hospital was technically breaking some labor laws for allowing this. You should have had a few days off throughout those last few weeks. But that overtime pay was nice. Being aggressive with payments significantly cut down on your student loan debt in the past 7 months.

Still fuming, you make your way towards the nurses station to acquire the stock medication. While typing in the code to access the sedative, an idea pops into your head. Maybe if you administer the medicine as fast as possible, then you could go home sooner. Just stay for a few hours to get enough pay and clock out. Michael would be knocked out anyway and you’d just be sitting around. This was sounding like a good plan. Executing it though could be a problem.

The sedative deposits out of the machine and you read its label. While doing some calculations at your station, a fellow colleague known as Davis Sellers, comes into the area. The man looks distraught. Once he sees you, his shoulders visibly relax. 

“Man, it's like I'm looking at an angel right now.” He sighs out.

“An angel? What’s gotten into you?” You asked, amused.

“That nigga Michael…went crazy as hell. I was getting the medicine ready right? Why I turn around and he looking at me cock eyed??? And then that motherfucker jumped at me ooooo noooo. Man, I was fighting for my damn life in there. Had to yell for backup.” During his story telling you had to look away and stifle your laugh. Sometimes, you hated how he told stories. It's not funny, but it's funny. 

“Damn, well he better get some sense when I get in there. Cause he’s gonna get knocked the fuck out soon!” You replied, faking some confidence to uplift your work friend.

“Ay, good luck. If he tries something just yell. I got you.” David tells you as he comes over to pat your back in solidarity.

“Oh I will. I’m bout to go get this over with right now.” You gather the materials and begin to head out the station. You double back, squinting your eyes in suspicion. You had a feeling that you were forgetting something...the key! A golden, square shaped key sat beside your computer. You grab it, needing it to access Michaels’ room. Ready to get this ordeal over with, you speed walk towards his room. 

Although you were excited, you were very apprehensive. There was unease hovering in the air as you approached his foreboding door. This man, with his sizable muscles and strict determination, was already riled up. David didn’t inform you specifically of how they left him. What exactly you were walking into was unknown, but you were ready to scream at any moment's notice. Standing in front of the door, you hoped that he wouldn’t continue the bull shit. 

Shakily, you use the square key to open the door. And the first thing you see is Michael. He looks pitiful all wrapped up in a white straightjacket, mirroring the ‘crazy’ characters in movies.  ‘Never thought I would see the straightjacket used in real life,’ you thought, slightly amused. The straightjacket looks like it fought for its life as well, scuff marks of unknown origin littering its ragged form. It looked like there was a second straight jacket weirdly wrapped around his muscular legs. How they did that, you didn’t know. As long as he couldn’t move, you were chill. Michael just sat awkwardly on his bed, leaning against the white wall, observing you like always.  

You don’t even mutter a greeting when you turn to the nearest counter to lay your materials onto. You absentmindedly lay the key near the edge of the counter, closest to the door as you begin to open the materials. While doing so, you felt eyes on your form. This makes you turn unconsciously towards the source looking dead set at you. It felt as though he was staring harder than usual. Weirdly enough, it looks like he was…happy? That interpretation was probably very incorrect. But as you approached to observe how you would administer the medicine, there was a gut feeling that you were right. 

The initial dilemma of administering the sedative was the location. ‘Which area would be low risk…?’ The drug had to be administered in his veins, so it could act the fastest. Your two choices were between the leg or arm. ‘

You regard his legs, which were twisted up in a complex fashion in the confining jacket. It would be a high risk to try to tackle that mess to get to one leg. There’s a chance that both legs could get free. He could kick the fuck out of you and try to get out of the room. No bueno. So, the arm it is. 

You look to the nearest arm, on his right side. It’s still a risk, but a better option, since the straight jacket was easier to navigate. Time was of the essence and you had already spent ample time regarding the situation. Excited at the thought of relaxing at your station, you grab his right arm and disassemble the jacket slightly to get to it. His biceps felt strong and smooth underneath. It was nice and a little distracting. A warm fuzzy feeling gathers in your abdomen. Pressing on, you ignore that odd feeling. Now's not the time to notice attractive things about a very dangerous patient. 

Pulling the arm from the jacket, you're surprised that it drops limp onto the mattress. Maybe David gave him a quick sedative while wrestling him? Something to where he couldn’t move fast? Pondering about that doesn’t matter. Getting him fully knocked out was the end goal. You move back to wash and sanitize your hands and some equipment. You manipulate the syringe to slowly take up the medicine. Placing the needle on top, you screw it on and flick the tube to rid of any air bubbles. During the preparation, you could still feel those heavy eyes watching you. Turning back, with the medicine ready, you steel yourself. Sliding towards the Shape, you grab his limp arm.

If you could rewind time, you would have taken the time to question David about all the details of their scuffle. Namely, if he was able to give a quick sedative to Michael before leaving the room. Because suddenly, he grabs your hand, twisting it painfully. You yelp, trying to pull your hand away from his painful grip. As you pull, he lets go, causing you to stumble and drop the medication. Onto the fucking mattress. He grabs it and uses his thumb to bend the needle and crushes the syringe in his palm like it was nothing. The clear liquid sedative leaks from his fist.

You stand awkwardly against the wall. This was terrifying. You want to scream, but your vocal chords stopped working. You mentally yell at your legs to ‘RUN!’ but, your legs are like mush. While your chance to escape was escaping right in front of you, Michael tore off the rest of the jacket. Those jackets are thick and he rips into it easily. Now both his hands were free. The Shape takes those long fingers to tear at the mess around his legs.

It seems like now your dumb legs want to run. You attempt to scramble to the door, but Michael magically grabs you and throws you onto the bed. Fuck. Now, he’s at the door, free to do whatever he likes. And it seems that the first target is you. Your teary eyes stare horrifically at his tall form. His stoic facial expression slowly warps into a small smile. 

You say nothing. Just staring at him, in survival mode to see what he would do next. Maybe, you could dart past him when he moves? But he moves first, twisting slightly to grab that key you sat on the counter. He calmly lifts it and places it on top of the highest cabinet in the room. There is no way you could reach that. Michael stalks forward and in turn you scrunch your eyes closed. You did not want to watch your last moments play out.  

You feel him firmly clasping your arms. It makes you tense and squeak. But nothing happens. A few seconds go by and he's still holding your arm. Actually, he isn't even hurting you. Confused, you flutter your eyes open to look up at Michael, who was looming over you with an unreadable expression. His hands awkwardly slither down your forearms, down to your wrists. He holds the left one in place, and lifts your right hand. He expertly and quickly adjusts his hands around your wrist for more mobility. He pulls your hand and places it on his crotch. Your eyes widen, and his dick pulsates under your palm.

Okay, what the fuck was going on?! Were you going to die?! Where’d this come from?

The absurdity of the situation finally made you speak, “Michael…” You meant for that to be questioning, instead it sounded…pleading? Forthcoming?

He leans forwards, his handsome face coming towards you. His face is blank as he connects his lips to your forehead. ‘Did..he just kiss me?’  Could you even say it was really a kiss? It’s more of a placement of  lips to your forehead. A few seconds pass before he pushes his lips out. You couldn’t even hear the smack. Just feeling soft lips wetting your forehead. Now you're very confused. He is exceedingly soft for an emotionless killer. 

Michael lowers himself to the bed, never taking his eyes off your face. It's unnerving the way he stares at you. What will he do next?

You didn’t have to wonder long, as he takes his hands from your wrists and brings it to your breast. He squeezes experimentally and starts playing with them. Good lord, you were getting sexually assaulted by this awkward ass serial killer. His awkwardness made you want to take over and show him what to do.

Wait, whoa, no. You should feel like going home, out of here, to safety. You did not want this to continue, no matter how his pretty blue eyes looked at your face. He really was handsome though. And those hands felt so good squeezing your eager breast. 

Fuckkkk noooo. No, you were not going to form a weird complex about this man, this monster. You’ve seen how weird those white fangirls were to these killers online, you were not going to go down like this. During your quick morality freak out, you remember that your palm was still on his dick. You start to pull away, but Michael stops. Then you stop. He takes his hands and makes sure to firmly replace your hand on his crotch. So scary. In an effort to try to ensure your survival, you decided to just play along to his exploration. 

You circle your palm, feeling his cock continuously jump. And jump. And jump. You squeeze and feel just how thick he was. Damn. This man was packing. It made you feel hot. ‘Okay stick to the plan,’ you can’t get distracted. You continue as he plays with your breast. He breathes heavily as he comes closer, kissing your forehead again. Making your body and mind feel all confused. This continues for some time, before Michael stops and rips your scrub top open. 

Your boobs pop out, slightly spilling over the old bra you should have thrown away long ago. You gasp as you look down at your ruined shirt. Looking back up, you see those beautiful blue eyes widen, mesmerized by your breast. He looks up at your face, watching your reaction. It felt hypnotizing being looked at with such desire. Michael studies your breast again. It was beginning to feel torturous with him just looking and doing nothing. It’s making you antsy. And it got to the point where you took his hands and put it on your breast. 

This surprises Michael, who ardently caresses the exposed skin in apparent apprehension. You sigh at his touch, fingers interestingly soft for a killer like him. Before you could begin to question your recent actions, he pulls down your bra. Your nipples harden, now exposed to the world inside Michaels’ eyes. Not hesitant any longer, Michael replaces his hand onto your breast and begins to play. You sigh in pleasure at the lovely kneading he was giving. 

But, you want more. The rest of your body began to feel neglected,the desire running through your veins asking for more pleasure. This made you reach for the bottom of his shirt and place your hands under it to rub his abs. Which were heavenly. Every groove of hard muscle excites you more. Your exploration leads you to squeeze his pecs and pinch his nipples. 

Michael is a bit startled by your newfound enthusiasm. But, he was not going to stop your actions. It looks as though he enjoys this new sensation of being touched so gently, his eyes becoming half-lidded in response. Michael’s handsome self has such kissable lips. It spurs you to think about showing him what a real kiss is supposed to be like.

You lean towards his face to plant a kiss on those pink lips. Michael stops, eyes wide from this sensation. You end the kiss and lean back slightly, observing in glee how awkwardly surprised he is. It makes you desire him even more. Kissing him again, you begin to give him a personal tutorial. The man is a quick learner, which is proven when he starts kissing back. It's a bit of a mess of lips colliding, but it starts to tighten up quickly. 

Your moist tongue licks the bottom of his lips slowly, asking for permission inside. He opens his mouth slightly. You thank whoever was caring for him today that his breath smelled fresh. Your tongue enters his mouth and you start to guide your tongue into his mouth. It's a couple of pulses before his tongue slides with yours. Finally, you two were making out. Interchanging between pecks, long kisses, and tongue caressing made you wetter than ever. You could sense the heat pooling in your panties. 

You weren't the only one wet, as you pull away to look at Michaels’ crotch. There lies a big wet stain on the pants of one leg, where his dick uncomfortably pulsed. You wanted him inside you so badly. So so badly. The outline of his big dick makes you moan softly. Michaels ears pick up the sexy sound, making his cock pulse fiercely. He backs up, jumping off of the mattress. You watch in interest to what he does next.

Thankfully for you, he strips his clothing, baring his whole body to you. ‘Oh my god’. It was a crime that a man this dangerious looks so fucking fine. His arms hold bulging biceps that make you drool. The muscles on his long torso are marvelous. His breasts look juicy and abs hard as a rock. Good lord. Your eyes travel down to brown curled wisps that adorned his crotch. His dick was standing prettily between his luscious legs. His pre-cum dripping from his pink head, pooling onto the mattress. Bringing yourself forward, you start crawling seductively on all fours towards him. You make sure to emphasize your hips as you do so. Your head is level with his dick. Through your pretty eyelashes, you look up. He looks down, waiting for you to do whatever you want. You bring your lips to the head and experimentally lick. His cock bounces back onto your tongue, pre cum spilling onto your tastebuds. He tenses in surprise.

You lick around his head and lower your mouth around his dick.He clenches his fist. You go as far down as you can, slightly choking on the amazing girth and length of his cock. He makes a strange strangled noise. You stay there, nostrils flaring as you breathe through your nose. You wait until you feel the saliva gather in your mouth before starting to suck his dick. You start bobbing, the sounds of saliva slushing as you move and suck. Michael curls his toes, and moans low.  Luscious lips cover his cock, saliva drips onto the mattress, on your face, and moves down your neck as you continue. The amount of saliva produced was ludicrous, often causing you to spit more out onto his cock.

Michael could not take this any longer. He brings his hands to your hair and pulls back gently. While your head is bent back, he observes the state of your gorgeous face. Strings of saliva sit upon your face, under your nose and across the bottom half of your cheeks. It's an alluring sight. He bends down to kiss you, bringing his tongue straight into your mouth. The taste of himself doesn’t phase him.

He takes his hands and pushes you back onto the bed, back hitting the mattress. Michael quickly rids you of your pants and panties in one go. You lay there, legs slightly open to give Michael a teasing view.He looks at your pussy, glistening with your wetness. It covers your inner thighs. He brings himself back onto the mattress, taking your legs and spreading them further apart. He stares at your pussy inquisitively. Then looks up at you. 

He does nothing as he interchanges his view of your face and your vagina. This again. It was getting frustating and you were ready to be fucked. 

“Touch me…rub it, please...” you beg. Michael obliges, taking his fingers and rubs right onto the mysterious button poking out at him. It makes you tense up and moan loudly. He quickly rubs it again, addicted to the sounds you were making. You keep moaning, instructing him to put a finger inside. 

It slides inside and its bliss. You plead for more. He adds a second finger, causing your opening to stretch. The moisture inside squelches as he twists. He experimentally rubs around, feeling the soft bumpy inside on your canal. Each movement makes you go crazier, your breath is heavy. 

You scoot away, not wanting his fingers in you anymore. You want something much bigger.

 “I want you inside me,” you state seductively. 

His eyebrows raise. He sits up, cock in full view. You position yourself, legs behind your head ready for missionary. He enters and you both gasp. Michael scrunches his eyebrows while yours raises. The feeling was delicious. He starts moving, eyes desperately glued to your face. The faces you were making were erotic, burning into his memory. Michael didn’t want to miss a moment. Continuous strokes make your soul sing. His cock digs deeper, making you whine. Michael switches his angle and it sends you over. You climax, vagina spasming on his dick. Michael is mesmerized by your intense reaction. 

He doesnt cum, purposefully. He wants to watch you climax beautifully more. It will make his release intense. Michael backs up and leaves the bed. With his strength, he lifts you and places you against the door. Your face and arms smush against the door as he lifts your legs. Michael lines himself up and starts fucking you. His strokes reverberate through your body, causing the door to vibrate. It was then that you remembered where you were. You cover your mouth with one hand to stifle your whines. It’s a challenge, considering Michael is becoming an expert at sex.

It’s still a real struggle to hold everything in as he fucks your second orgasm of the evening. Your eyes roll back and you try to breathe through. Michael pulls out and lifts you back to the bed, plopping your form down onto the mattress. He gently presses your head to the mattress and guides your bottom into the air. Oh, so he wants doggy style. Quickly, you arch your back and fix yourself in the position. Michael stared graciously at your lovely backside. He plunges himself into your heavenly canal.

Michael fucks you at a faster pace in doggystyle. The slaps from the skin contact fill the room. He grabs the back of your neck, squeezing slightly. Taking advantage of the position, you play with your clit. The pleasurable sensation builds up to your third climax. Michael allows this to be his first as you both finish at the same time. You feel Michaels’ dick pulse as he fills you up. He pulls out to watch his semen glide out of your pink hole. 

Satisfied and sore, you fall onto your side. He sits back onto the bed as you catch your breath. You look over and he's observing you. The side of his mouth quirks up in a small smirk. He almost looks happy. Before you could register that interesting reaction, Michael gets up. You twist to watch as he walks over to the top cabinet and gets the key. He places it on the counter. Calmly, The Shape walks back and relaxes on his bed. Taking this as a cue, you get up. However, your legs are jelly. It feels ridiculous trying to hobble over to the counter. During your tumultuous journey, you gather what’s left of your clothes. The pants and panties were in good condition. You note that you had your bra on your body the whole time. But…your shirt. Ah!

Thankfully, you remember that there's extra shirts in a drawer in his room.After pulling down the white shirt, you turn to look at him again.

What could you say? Thanks for the mind blowing sex? You got me a little obsessed? He looks deceptively docile sitting there. His eyes tell you that he wants you to stay. But…you couldn’t. Although you wish you could, so you wouldn’t have to face the reality of what you’ve done. In the meantime, you decide to  approach him, giving him one last kiss on the lips. Gathering the energy to leave, you collect what materials you could and make your way out. You give one last look to your new lover. Even though you leave physically, you know that you’re mentally hooked.

#michael myers #slasher x reader #black reader #grown folks business #18+

[danieyells]

How Much Is An SSR Worth?

Summary: Ren gets Taiga's help. SFW.

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The Sinostra students looked up at the approaching stranger. Their looks were clearly unfriendly, untrustworthy, and some of them even reached in their blazers as if for weapons(were they allowed to walk around campus armed!?) Ren froze and grit his teeth, looking at the little group of gangsters and at the blood red mop of hair of their leader who didn't even turn around to acknowledge him. He was starting to regret thinking this could work--there was no way this was worth it.

Before he could start to back away, the Captain of the Sinsotra house tipped his head further back, directing a pair of bright yellow eyes at him from where they'd been staring emptily into the ceiling. Ren froze. The slow blink he received reminded him of a cat video he'd seen online, albeit significantly less cute and even less likely to be a sign of affection.

". . .who're you?"

Ren briefly felt like he'd been transported into a mafia movie. It was the gravel in his voice, or maybe the cold look in his eyes.

He floundered for a bit, trying to come up with a way to bring up why he came over that didn't sound ludicrous to a normie. Just looking at this guy, he wouldn't know a thing about what he was talking about or needed--but he knew he might be his only hope right now. Maybe Taiga caught on to that hopelessness, or maybe he was amused by the fumbling, because his dull expression became a curious and interested one.

"Oh. Ain't you one of Harry's kids?" Harry? Did Haru know this guy!? Somehow that made it worse. Taiga spun around in his seat to look at Ren properly, his excited expression showing off his shark-like teeth. Those might be cool, if not for that he followed this question up with, "you here to bring me my lunch?"

"Your lunch?"

"Yeah. One of my guys promised me he'd get me something to eat." Taiga gave a sideways nod to the Sinostra students who were sitting with him. "And Harry's place is full of all that fresh meat, ain't it? You ain't here to deliver anything for me?"

"Fresh--" He wanted to eat the anomalies? Was anybody in this place normal? "N-no, I'm not here to bring you anything!"

"Oh." Taiga deflated and pouted. "So, who the fuck are you then? You got a debt to pay? Lulu doesn't like me doing business outside the casino without him around, but I can still handle that."

This was definitely starting to feel like Ren was in over his head.

"I just. I heard some things."

"Oooh." Taiga, once again, thinks he's got it and smiles. "You need a loan? You want some illicit goods? You want somebody to turn up in Tokyo Bay?"

"What!? No!! Are you seriously saying all that shit in broad daylight!?"

"Maybe I'm not serious about it at all!" Taiga laughed, seeming amused by Ren's increasing discomfort.

"I don't need things from Sinostra! I heard some things about you! I need something from you!"

Taiga was quiet for a moment, head tilted and eyes wide like he wasn't expecting personal business. Then he pouted again, looking off to the side. "Is Lulu trying to. . .nah, he wouldn't do that. Not without tellin' me. . .selling someone's organs would be a lot more lucrative than whoring me out anyway." He muttered to himself for a moment, while Ren fished his phone out of his pocket and thrust it towards him.

He immediately jumped back as the Sinostra students drew weapons to point at him. Taiga held up a hand to stop them from gunning someone down in the cafeteria and stared dully into the screen.

". . .the fuck is this?"

"I don't have a lot of resources and I don't have a lot of time--and I heard your luck is incredible, and I just need you to press this button here."

Ren pointed at a confirmation button on the screen, careful not to tap it. Taiga stared at it as if it weren't two sentences worth of text and it was taking a long time to read.

He reached forward and tapped the screen, then snatched Ren's wrist when he tried to pull away and protest being taken out of it. A few colorful characters appeared from behind the darkened screen of the confirmation popup. The link advertising rates immediately caught Taiga's eye, and he tapped at the screen, scrolling through the numbers with increasing interest.

The rates for the most artful of characters were insanely low, and a quick tap of the gems in the top of the screen said they cost a pretty penny. He idly committed the prices and numbers to memory(where they were lost as soon as he moved away from the screen) to calculate the value of.

"What're you doing!? I just--you just have to do the pull! You don't need to look at anything else!"

"This is gambling!" Taiga said cheerfully. "Some real shit odds at that! What, you're going for that one? It looks kinda like you, kid!"

He pointed at a character near the top of the rate screen. "No, I pulled that one already, somehow. . .it's the topmost one I'm after. Everybody says it's completely overpowered and all of the new meta's based on this unit, not to mention the art--"

Taiga nodded along, the gacha having had drawn some of his interest as a gambler. Way less fun than a game with anything of interest on the line, but it still seemed interesting. Not the characters or units or anything of that sort, but the act of pulling for things of value. . .he supposed it was named after gachapon machines. But the virtual nature of it meant less limited potential. . .so the artificial scarcity was formed by limited time features like this.

Quite the business tactic. Romeo might like it.

"So you just need me to press this button here, yeah?" Taiga navigated back to the gacha as though he'd been playing the game since release. He was almost invested now. "And you want me to get you this thing or whatever."

"Yes!! If you can!!" Taiga sneered and popped open the confirmation menu.

"Kid, I don't lose bets--"

Once again guns were pointed at Ren as he grabbed Taiga's finger before he could do the pull. Not appreciating the contact, Taiga smacked his hand away, and he winced at the feeling of his rings colliding with his palm.

"You--" he swallowed, trying to ignore the threats. The look on Taiga's face almost made him want to call it quits again. This was already way more effort than it was worth. . .to a normal person, anyway, but this pull could be the true beginning or the end of his playing this game. "You need to hold down on the screen, after you press the button. It doesn't seem like it does anything, but I swear I've gotten better pulls that way--"

"I don't need your superstitions, brat."

With that, Taiga tapped the button without even looking at the screen, glaring uncomfortably into Ren's face. At first, he was frozen, before the audio cue prompted him to spin the phone screen to face himself. "Wait, you did a single pull!? You were supposed to do a ten, the rate is higher that way!"

"Don't need it."

"But if I don't get it that's a waste of my--!!!"

Ren's jaw dropped as the screen flashed a multitude of colors. The gacha music faded out, and a new track began to play, a popular voice actress' recorded line playing accompanying the subtitled dialogue being spelt out across the screen. His eyes went wide as the SSR's unique animation played, and he watched on as his desperately desired pull came through on a single, effortless shot from a stranger.

"Holy shit you got it." Taiga grinned, looking over Ren's shoulder at the new unit, completely unaware of what it meant. At most, the art was kind of nice. Ren looked like he was holding in tears--or maybe a scream. "You actually. . .in a single pull!?"

"Gyahahaha! Told you I don't lose, kid!" He threw an overly friendly arm around Ren's shoulders. Ren looked at Taiga like he was a hero. Of course he did, until Taiga said, "hey. . .you ever heard the expression 'there's no such thing as a free lunch?'"

For a moment, Ren remembered all of the things Taiga mentioned before. Debts. Deaths. Illicit substances. His face fell, and Taiga gave him a squeeze and a friendly shake and a smile that was more sinister than sincere. For a moment, Ren wondered if he'd gotten himself into something he couldn't get out of. Did this single gacha pull just pull him into a life of crime? Was he about to be some sort of drug runner for the local organized crime house? Did he need to kill somebody? Could he kill somebody?

". . .What do I owe you?" It was just a gacha pull! Why did he go to the guys who look like the mob for a gacha pull!? What a stupid idea, just because he overheard that the captain of Sinostra had some unbelievable luck. The triumphant music playing from his phone and the animated character on the screen offered him no comfort and Taiga bore his sharp teeth in a grin.

"I'm glad you asked! Lulu throws a little bitchfit whenever I do somebody a favor without a price, even if it's a personal favor and not a Sinostra one." He leaned his cheek against Ren, tapping painted nails against his chest. "And I'd guess you'd ordinarily need to do a lot more than just one pull to get what you wanted, yeah? Maybe ten, maybe even a hundred?"

Ren nodded stiffly. The rates for this game were abysmal. But it was addictive.

"So the value. . .it's way more than just one, isn't it." He couldn't remember the numbers he'd seen earlier exactly, but he could do some calculations in his head. If he bothered to. But he knew enough people with gambling addictions to know how Ren's mind worked. This service was nigh invaluable to him. "And I saved you money. That's practically worth interest."

"W-wait a second!" Ren pulled away--or, perhaps Taiga let Ren pull away. "This didn't cost you anything but a few seconds, maybe a couple minutes! The gems you spent on the pull, they weren't even 1,000 yen in total! I could pay you that out of pocket and--"

"Y'know what? You're right. It didn't cost me a thing, what'm I even saying!" He laughed and smiled in a friendly way. Ren didn't trust the sudden change in attitude in the slightest. He'd let his guard down. But it couldn't stay down. "Hell, it was even kinda fun. All the flashy lights and pretty sounds--and you got your little drawing out of it, right? Not to mention, you're one of Harry's kids, aren't'cha!"

"Eugh. I am not his. . . ." Ren stopped himself, then grit his teeth. This could save him. Haru could be of use for once. "Y-yeah, I uh. . .he's a great. . .father. . .? Anyway, if you had fun and I got what I wanted, then we're even, right?"

"Sure, sure!" Taiga clapped Ren on the shoulder. "Hey, you got more of those things you want? It was pretty fun, I wouldn't mind helping you out again if you ever want more!"

This appealed too heavily to Ren's sensitivities for him to stay on guard like he wanted. ". . .really? If you don't get results, I'm not asking you again."

"Yeah, really! I'm waiting on my lunch anyway, what else've you got?"

". . .and I don't have to pay?"

"Nah, no cash. No crazy favors. Don't even worry about it."

That specific wording should have tipped him off that he wasn't entirely off scott free, but the idea of more free SSRs in his account catalogue enticed him too much. Taiga looked at his phone screen and tapped through to the gacha again.

". . .well. . .the unit gets stronger if you manage to pull it a second time--or, up to five times. So we could try pulling for it again. And there's another unit I wanted to get--oh, and in a different game--"

Taiga went along with Ren's increasing excitement, tapping away at the screen. Ten-pulls glimmered with high rarity units and supports even as games were switched. A few times Ren even asked Taiga to perform actions in the game for him, cheering quietly when he got him through difficult story missions that had been keeping him stuck in place for weeks.

All the while, Taiga insisted there was no charge.

But he didn't say anything about no debt.

And he may have said that Ren didn't have to pay, but that didn't mean he wouldn't extract value from him in other ways. In a few weeks Ren would be staring into the pen for some anomalous animal, wondering how he would get it all the way to Sinsotra without arousing suspicion, and trying not to think of the way he saw Taiga eat raw meat and bone that day, complaining to the student who'd brought it for him that it wasn't fresh enough but it'd do.

He refused to blame himself for all of this though. It's not his fault the guy with improbable luck was a mafia boss. It's not his fault the mafia boss was an underhanded carnivore. And it sure as hell wasn't his fault he was assigned to the house full of animals!

And it wasn't his fault that the gacha rates were so low he went this route either. It's capitalism's fault! It's the fault of companies preying on gambling addictions! He's not to blame for this! He refused to be!

#Tokyo debunker #taiga hoshibami #ren shiranami #danie yells at tokyo debunker #danie yells writing #huh. i didn't mean to make a whole fic out of that thought. #also ren is out of character i'm sure i didn't properly review his character before writing this it all just kind of came out #i just think it'd be funny if ren went to taiga for gacha pulls because he's always got such good luck #think of the ssrs!!!! #i haven't written a fic in. . .a while lol #also i hope i didn't write ren with a w at some point. that's a different guy.

[yukidragon]

Since its almost Halloween can we get some yandere werewolf Joseph head canons, please?!

Ho, hoooo~ That sounds like a fun little AU right there. I hope you don’t mind if I specifically use my version of sunshine, Alice, for this answer. It might help me get inspired to make another AU short fic for her and Jack... or rather Joseph. ;3

Hmm... lots of ways to take this. For example, I could go with a similar angle I used for my Vampire AU, in that everything is basically the same, just Joseph was a werewolf before he died, which now makes him a werewolf ghost(?) who was released from this cursed VHS prison by Alice.

Buuuut that would be Jack and not Joseph wouldn’t it? After all, he would be in the persona of the character of Sunny Day Jack, so let’s go with the college AU as our basis, shall we? I’m sure that version of Joseph would make a fine yandere werewolf.

BTW, for those of you who haven’t seen it, here’s a picture of Joseph in the College AU that Jambeebot/Sauce drew and posted publicly on their twitter.

A tired but handsome lad, perfect for some wolfy shenanigans, don’t you think?

Just as a quick reminder, please don’t repost any of the pictures posted privately on the Snaccpop Studios Patreon. For just $3, you can get a peek of the good stuff, and that’s cheaper than a cup of coffee like the one Jojo here is holding. You could also consider joining the Something’s Wrong with Sunny Day Jack kickstarter. It recently hit $45,000, so the Nick route was just unlocked!

Oh, and while I’m plugging stuff, why not check out Sunshine in Hell or Sunshine in Another World, my Sunny Day Jack fanfics? I’d love it if you read them and let me know what you think.

Also, I want to remind everyone this series is an Adults Only game, and there’s probably going to be a smutty headcanon or two in the bunch. I mean, we are talking about a werewolf AU. I’m practically obligated to mention knotting at least once.

Oh, before I forget, here’s the obligatory tags for @channydraws and @earthgirlaesthetic.

Thanks for indulging my side-tangent, now back to the headcanons.

I haven’t really touched on the College AU before, but now’s as good of a time as any, just with a little supernatural twist to it. There’s not really any “canon” lore to this AU, just Joseph looking pretty stylish as a college student, so I’m just gonna go crazy and have fun with it. Okay? Okay!

First off, it’s modern day, with cell phones, super fancy coffee drink shops, and obscene student loan debts. Joseph’s family/school life has been shit like in the normal universe, with parents who don’t love him (and probably regret ever having him), but he didn’t run away from home (or if he did, he eventually went back). Instead, he doubled down on his education to get a college scholarship that’ll get him the hell away from his shitty home life and hometown.

Of course, being a student reliant on a scholarship for his funds, Joseph has to work his ass off to maintain high enough grades to keep it. This leads to a lot of late nights, dark circles under his eyes, and a rewards card at the local Sunbucks coffee shop that gets used more than his phone. He gets so much coffee there that the barista even learned how to spell his name right!

The college happens to be the same unnamed college that Alice(/MC), Shaun, and Ian attended. Joseph, being interested in acting, winds up in some of the same classes as the three.

Now, we could say things in this continuity are mostly the same as canon, with Alice and Ian dating at the start of college. This would be when Joseph gets to meet his sunshine while being an ordinary college student instead of a ghost(?) clown actor. Jealousy and love triangles ensue.

But, nah, let’s shake that timeline up little more with some of that werewolf spice, shall we? In fact, let’s rewind the timeline just a little to some events before college starts.

Joseph comes from a pack of werewolves. His parents are still unloving and don’t pay attention to him, but man does being a supernatural creature complicate matters even more. There’s the whole pack hierarchy with alphas and what not (which even Joseph knows is something real wolves don’t do, but then again real wolves don’t transform or have supernatural nonsense going on with them either). You have to be the biggest and strongest to get any power or attention, which is more reason for him to go through a rebellious stage... only this period of teenage angst involves fangs and claws instead of a pocket knife.

So why then, did Joseph not run away from home in this universe when things feel even more isolating for him? He did, but this time it was during a full moon after a particularly rough tumble with his pack. He made it to an area without local wolves of any variety, and on that moonlit night he found himself a ray of sunshine.

Alice’s childhood home has a large backyard that leads into a forest. Being familiar with these woods and with no dangerous wildlife to speak of in the area, it wasn’t at all out of the ordinary for her to take a late night stroll. When she heard a faint whimpering, she assumed it was one of the family dogs. What she found in the dim light of the moon and her cell phone’s flashlight app was a juvenile “dog” with dark chocolate colored fur that had a pretty blue shine where the light hit it.

The poor thing was all covered in cuts, and growled at the strange human approaching him when she got close. Alice felt sorry for it, but knew better than to get too close. Joseph wasn’t exactly happy about being found, and was relieved when she left, only to be surprised when she returned with a couple bowls, one filled with dogfood and the other water.

Joseph figured out her misunderstanding and found it kind of funny. This stranger was treating him as a dog more kindly than his parents or his teachers ever did, speaking soothingly and not getting too close. He snubbed the dogfood because he wasn’t that desperate yet, but he was thirsty after running away so far.

Alice smelled pretty nice to Joseph, really nice in fact. He got closer to her to get a better sniff of her scent underneath the artificial perfumes of her soap and deodorant. She knew better than to move when he got closer, lest she startle him, and he decided to be cheeky and lick her hand when he noticed some cookie crumbs still stuck to her fingers.

What Joseph didn’t expect was that Alice took that as a sign he wanted to be petted. It was startling, to say the least. No one had ever pet him before, not even his parents!

Then again, they didn’t hug him either.

It felt... nice. Far nicer than it had any right to feel, especially after he felt so shitty after getting roughed up by his shitty pack. Joseph melted under the touch and leaned into Alice as she used both hands to put him so gently, his tail wagging for the first time in forever.

Werewolves hid among humanity, but didn’t have much respect for them. Joseph didn’t see a reason to respect humans or werewolves, but this one... this one felt nice, really, really nice. Maybe it was just because of the full moon making him feel more wolf-like and instinctive, but he thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be this human’s pet... at least until he recovered from his injuries. He shouldn’t stay too long in case one of his pack decided to track him down to punish him for running away. 

Alice felt so warm, and Joseph wanted more of her touch. He could’ve cried when she hugged him and called him a good boy.

Unfortunately, such a beautiful moment didn’t last long, as Alice started to cough and she backed from Joseph while covering her mouth and nose. “I guess your owner’s a smoker, huh?”

Joseph never batted an eye whenever a teacher caught him with cigarettes. Their detentions, wagging fingers, and warnings of the danger of teenage smoking never reached him. If anything, their obnoxious lectures just made him want to cut class to light up another joint. It was only when Alice, the first person to hug him in forever, had to put some distance between them so she could breathe did he regret ever picking up the habit.

Even still, Alice brought Joseph back to her house with the intention of taking him to the vet to get him treated in the morning. The family dogs were wary of him, as was expected since they had a better sense of the danger a werewolf posed, but her human family were welcoming. Fortunately, acting friendly enough convinced them that he simply was a very wolf-like breed rather than an actual wolf, let alone a werewolf.

Still, they kept a more careful distance from Joseph than Alice did. They looked him over, and he allowed a few pets, but none of them smelled as appealing as Alice, or cuddled him like she did. Unfortunately, being indoors made it harder to avoid the smell of smoke, so she was forced to keep her distance.

It made Joseph feel a little lonely.

During the night when everyone was asleep, Joseph raided the fridge in a form that actually had opposable thumbs and prowled around the house. He found Alice in her room, but he couldn’t stay long when she started coughing in her sleep. He did linger long enough to notice that she had some fantasy romance novels, a couple of which involved supernatural creatures like werewolves.

Joseph wanted to stay and get to know Alice, but he was a danger to her. Not only would the pack find him if he didn’t keep going, but something as stupidly mundane as a smoking habit was keeping him away from the first person to make him feel warm and cared for in his life.

That night, Joseph reconsidered what he really wanted. He wanted to find a new life, a better life, one with actual love in it. Before he didn’t know how to do it besides forcing his parents, teachers, peers... just someone to finally look at him like a person and not a burden. Now... now there was a chance. He found a ray of sunshine in his dark life. He had a goal to work towards.

Joseph returned to the pack, but not before getting some information he could use, like Alice’s home address and phone number. He would sneak back to watch her from a distance, waiting until it would be safe for him to see her again. He quit smoking, but it would be a while until he stopped smelling of smoke.

One time when Joseph snuck by to see Alice, he saw a scrawny human boy by her side. It wasn’t unexpected - humans spent time with humans, though it did make him feel lonely to see her spending time with someone else when he couldn’t. Worse, was how much fun they were having, laughing, playing around and joking together. They were close.

Then Joseph caught wind of the boy’s pheromones... and hers as well.

The two of them were attracted to each other.

It irritated Joseph, which wasn’t helped by his nicotine withdrawal. Yes, humans were meant to be with humans, and he was supposed to mate with another werewolf and all that bullshit, but fuck that! He hadn’t even gotten the chance to talk to Alice yet, and here was this little toad daring to hug and lust after the first person to show him just the smallest scrap of warmth.

Joseph couldn’t handle it.

Ian had some incidents coming home from Alice’s house where he was stalked by a wild dog or a wolf that chased after him, snapping teeth and growling. However, it would mysteriously only go after him when he was alone and somehow always avoided his attempts at snapping a photo on his phone. On those nights, he wasn’t even truly safe at home, as he would hear scratching at his windows, only to find nothing there, and he thought he heard whispers warning him to stay away from Alice. It made him paranoid and afraid to walk alone when visiting her, and his mom twisted his experiences as being demonic in nature, a warning that he better not have any sinful thoughts about his friend...

It created some distance between Ian and Alice. They were still friends and still close, but he visited her house less often and felt more anxious about his romantic and spicy feelings towards her. This made it even harder for him to gather the courage to ask her out and try to go from friends to something more.

Which suited Joseph perfectly.

It was at least a year after that first encounter that Joseph arranged an ‘accidental’ first encounter with Alice in his human form while she was out and about in the city. Although she kept a greater distance from him as a human than she did as a “dog,” he managed to act cheerful and friendly enough to get her to lower her guard.

The time waiting to see Alice wasn’t spent idly. Joseph had been preparing for that “first” meeting with her, studying more about how to act than he ever did at school, though he did pull his grades up. He stopped acting out, ironically now trying not to attract anyone’s attention in his hometown, so that no one would realize he was sneaking off.

His pack might have hid among humans, but they kept their distance and felt humans were beneath them. They would never accept Joseph’s obsession with one, not unless he became the leader of the pack and changed the rules, or could earn the right to leave the pack, both of which would require him to battle and defeat the alpha.

It was an exhausting balancing act, but worth it to Joseph. He got stronger, pulled up his grades in school, and visited Alice whenever he could. They became friends, and got close enough they exchanged cell phone numbers. He was elated, and the more time he got to know her, the deeper he fell for her.

Joseph did intend to just befriend Alice, he really did, but when she gave him a hug while he was in his human form, he didn’t want to let her go. He wanted more.

He wanted her to be his mate for life.

You know, sometimes werewolf romances have mystical mate bonds, so let’s go with that. It’d be fitting since it’s similar to the connection between Jack and his sunshine in the main universe. Werewolves have one mate for life when they make the mark and all sorts of perks and all those fun tropes.

Joseph did his best to appeal to Alice, and he was thrilled the first time he caught scent of her interest in him - not Ian or someone else, but him! He nearly acted on it right there, but he knew her better by this point. She was shy, took things slowly, and when sneakily prying about her thoughts on romance, he found out that she’d only want to date someone she was friends with first.

Fine, fine, Joseph could wait. He had to take care of his pack’s potential interference anyway. It wouldn’t hurt to secure a good future too if he was going to start a family. Alice did admit she wanted a big family with a bunch of kids in the future, and he was quite happy to imagine having a whole litter of pups with her.

Joseph managed to defeat the alpha by the time he graduated high school. He could have taken over for the pack, but screw them all. He was free, more or less. He had a scholarship, he made sure to enroll in the same college Alice was attending, and he even managed to arrange it so that they would be staying in the same dorm. He wanted to be roommates with her, but the damn school decided that students of the same gender couldn’t stay on the same floor, let alone share a room.

Now that Joseph finally was free, he asked Alice out on the first day of classes, and she shyly accepted.

The fact that Ian just happened to be in earshot at the time really was a total coincidence. Really.

One date led to more, then a relationship. Joseph was the ideal boyfriend, kind, considerate, and very loving. Alice was wonderful to him as well, so cuddly and affectionate. She made him feel so loved and appreciated in a way no one else could.

Joseph swapped out his nicotine addiction for a caffeine addiction, but that was fine. Alice liked the smell of coffee, and although she didn’t really care to drink it, she didn’t mind the taste of it when he kissed her. After a while the smell of coffee would remind her of him, especially when they kissed.

Now that they had gotten this far, Joseph had to gently warm Alice up to the idea of werewolves. She enjoyed horror movies as well as gothic romances, so he had something to work with, getting familiar with some werewolf romance media to show her and talk to her about. It was so romantic how a human and a werewolf could make a relationship work despite all odds, wasn’t it?

Joseph would feel insecure when Alice made friends besides him, especially if he caught wind of any sort of attraction they had towards her. Shaun also had the annoying stink of cat on him. Joseph was quick to make it clear early on after meeting him who Alice wanted to be with, much to her embarrassment.

After all, she hadn’t been expecting Joseph to (gently) bite her neck while she was introducing Shaun and Joseph to one another.

“Joey!” Alice hissed breathlessly as she pushed Joseph back, her face cherry red. “Not here!”

Joseph chuckled, unrepentant as he admired the new mark he left behind on her skin along with the others that made it clear to everyone that Alice was his. “Sorry, sunshine, I just couldn’t resist.”

During a full moon, a werewolf’s instincts are much stronger, which made it that much harder for Joseph to hold back his urge to mate with Alice. He had to take it slowly with her, mindful of her comfort, but oh how she drove him so crazy sometimes. It seemed to get harder and harder to stop when she signaled an end to their make out sessions, but he would never, ever do anything she didn’t want, even if it left him with blue balls and with the urge to tear something apart in the woods to burn off the extra energy.

But all the waiting in the world is worth it for Alice, as far as Joseph is concerned, especially the night she finally, finally tells him that she loves him. He gently pried for it, not as forward or as confident as he would as Jack in the game, but he was absolutely just as giddy and relieved to hear it.

Needless to say, when Joseph reveals the truth about his werewolf nature to Alice, she’s very skeptical, thinking it’s a prank at first. He offers to prove it and shocks her when he manages to actually transform into a wolf, and a rather sizable one at that. Although intimidating and world changing, she quickly accepts this side of him, much to his delight.

Wolfy cuddles, petting, and tail wags follow... then Joseph reveals his hybrid form, with a human physique and wolf features. (It’s not too much different than Bo’s “feed me” form.)

It happens to be a full moon, and Joseph, high off of her love and acceptance of every side of him, gets very affectionate. Though intimidated and very nervous, Alice consents to going all the way with him for the first time. She marvels at how a big and dangerous werewolf like Joseph can be so gentle... and how many times he can keep going.

It was quite the learning experience for Alice. First she learned that her boyfriend was a werewolf, then just how big he is, and finally that she can handle someone of his size without pain with enough loving preparation beforehand. Joseph made sure to shower her with praise through the experience, especially when she managed to take his knot.

Needless to say, the two of them skip classes the next day. Joseph is only too happy to carry Alice around until she can walk properly again, much to her embarrassment.

The mate marking happens either during their first time or afterwards, but, in any case, Alice is consenting to it. After all, it means she and Joseph can be together forever. She’s never felt so happy and accepted before. How can she say no when he’s such a wonderful guy who loves her so much?

Sure, Joseph gets a bit territorial, and Alice always has kiss and bite marks that she can never quite hide when out in public, but that just shows how crazy he is about her. How can she not find it flattering?

Although Joseph’s size and werewolf nature can be intimidating, Alice isn’t afraid of him. How could she? He’s the sweetest, most gentle, friendly, and loving person she’s ever known. The idea that he could hurt anyone is completely absurd!

Joseph is the happiest he’s ever been in his life. He finally has his sunshine, and, someday, they’re going to have a nice home and a bunch of happy pups to call their own. As long as no one tries to get between them, everything will end happily ever after.

If they do, well... this wolf knows how to hunt.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #swwsdj #sdj #Werewolf AU #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask #Sauce-y Art

[archivxx]

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To say you were drunk would be dead wrong. You were completely shit faced. You stared at the flatscreen as they played Mario Kart. They were on the Rainbow Road map. The bright colours made you feel nauseous. You tried to bare it but you just couldn’t you needed a minute. You quickly slipped out and went into the backyard.

You sat on the step of the porch, you arms lay across your knees. You rested your head on your arms and sighed. When you were drunk you usually thought about your mother. She was in rehab. If you were being honest, you missed her. You and your mother had a strange sort of bond. While she was your idol she was also your enemy. Growing up had never been easy. Your dad had cheated on your mother and eloped with the other woman at a very young age. You mother was both your mother and father figure growing up. She was the strongest person you knew, she still was. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have her flaws. She was a narcissist. She would manipulate situations at any chance she could. It was so emotionally draining that when you had gotten the chance to leave for University you couldn’t help but jump at it. In your head, it was easier to pay off student loans for the rest or you life, and end up in potential debt, then live at home. You loved your mother as much as the next person, but she also sucked the life out of you. You hadn’t even realised it but all the thoughts about your mother had managed to make you cry.

You also hadn’t realised the person sat next to you until you lifted you head from your arms and saw him. Kyle. He was sat next to you staring out at the well-kept garden. He looked at you briefly then turned his attention back the the garden. “Why are you crying?” He was still focused on the garden, even when he took a swig of his beer. You stared at him for a while before sighing and turning your attention to the garden aswell.

“Just thinking about my mom.” Kyle knew- everyone knew- what you had been through in 4th grade. You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder. You truly had no idea what you were doing, it hadn’t even clicked in your mind what you had just done. Kyle hummed in response to you. You sat up again and he turned to look at you. You stared deep into his eyes, you were starting to see something different about him. You couldn’t pin what exactly but something felt familiar about it. You couldn’t help but let your eyes fall to his lips. They looked so … appealing to you, for the first time. You stared at him. Something started to simmer in you, then it was bubbling, then it was raging and bubbling to the surface. Before you could even stop yourself, something in you overflowed and you cupped Kyle’s cheek. You pressed a soft kiss onto his lips. Everything was spilling out.

You were about to pull back when Kyle started to reciprocate. He began to kiss back.

Gradually, your lips stated to dance together, moving in perfect harmony. Kyle grabbed you waist and lifted you onto his lap as you kissed. The butterflies in your stomach flapping harshly as you continued to kiss him. You were starting to run out of air. You pulled back to stared at him. They way he was looking at you spoke more words than what was ever needed to be said between you both. It spoke real volumes.

You didn’t need to talk about what had happened before, any of the past, how any of this had even come to be, you never would. You were in the moment. You both understood that the past was just a tainted, twisted way of keeping each other at arms length. You hadn’t realised how much you craved Kyle-all of him, his validation, him- until now. You couldn’t help but feel as though it was random, while you felt guilty for it it also felt so perfect. There was nothing significant that he had done to you to make you feel this way for him yet here you were, kissing Kyle, and it felt so right. Maybe you had fallen for him a while ago. You don’t recall exactly when but for years now it had felt like there was a shift in your feelings towards him.

You captured his lips again, savouring the feeling, the taste, then pulled back. He gave you a mischievous smile. One you had never seen before. Somehow, that, in that exact moment, and the feeling of his lips on yours became your favourite things ever. You never wanted this moment to end. You hated that you were starting to feel tired. You body felt so heavy.

You yawned and Kyle instinctively pulled your head onto his chest. He held your head there and allowed you to rest. You felt so safe in his arms. It was crazy to think only yesterday if someone had told you would ever spare Kyle a thought like this, you would have laughed in their face. You sighed and closer your eyes. Listening to the rhythmic pumping of his head.

Before you even knew it, you fell asleep.

Masterlist

#south park #lovers rock smau #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle brovlofski #reader insert #bebe stevens #craig tucker #butters leopold stotch #clyde donovan #kenny mccormick #KISS DAY KISS DAY KISS DAY

[the-odd-devil]

The Sky Is Dark, But I See You : Chapter 1

Edward Nashton x f!reader Dark Academia College AU

Summary : Edward Nashton caught your attention instantly, how could he not? You've never seen someone like him, from his boyish feature to his fashion sense, everything makes him standout. But you're totally normal about him.

Word Count : 1 578

Warnings : None I think? Tell me if you find any! (there will be smut and other riddler paraphernalia in the future chapters)

Author's Note : I'm soooooo excited for this fic hihi! I really love the dark academia aesthetic and I wanted to do a college AU fic for Eddie and I feel like the vibes really match! Plus Gotham is already very dark academia I feel like! Anyway, I'll add a link for the mood board of this fic later! Enjoy <3

Update! thank you so much @always-andromeda for helping me and proof reading! it's always so fun and so useful for my english to work with you! <33

Chapter I : It'll go away

The weather today is particularly shitty. Which is saying something, because the weather in Gotham is always awful. Usually, you don’t mind it. You like – no – love the rain. You’ve always found beauty in the tiniest things; things that others find ugly and disturbing. But you think that there is beauty in everything. 

The ambiance Gotham has when it rains is substantial. Everything seems to be a blur. All your senses are affected.  The smell of the street changes, humidity suffocates you, the usual noisy sirens and vehicles are muffled by the falling water. Some days, you take off your jacket to feel the drops on your skin. 

But today is not that kind of day. You sprint from the subway station to the main entrance of Gotham University, taking no time to appreciate it’s beautiful gothic architecture. You don’t even notice  the fact that at this time of the morning the lights are still on, making the building even more imposing, rising in the dark and foggy sky. 

Once again you’re late to class, you couldn’t get off the bed after working all night at the college cafeteria. You fucking hate that. Having to rush to find where the room is, not being able to choose your seat or take a coffee. All of that stresses you out even more than you are already. And you rapidly start to fall into a cycle of feeling not good enough. You’re late, you feel like your grades will never be high enough, and that you’ll never be able to pay your student loan. You’ll be in debt all your life in a city that couldn’t care less about the ones who need it the most. 

When you arrive in front of the closed door, you wait a second to take a deep breath. You will not let your mood impact your grades. You need to make a good impression in this new class. Feeling ready, you knock on the door and open it. 

“Good morning, sorry for being late…” you say, first thing, while looking at the professor.

“It’s okay! The storm really had made it difficult for everyone. You can take a seat.”

You scan the room, searching where to sit, when you see him. A big smile grows immediately on your face, fixing him. He dives his head in his paper immediately when he notices you too. You could see his face becoming red even from his seat at the bottom of the class. A light chuckle passes through your lips as you sit a few rows before him. You saw him rapidly looking from his paper to you while you crossed the room and can feel him looking at you now that you are in your chair. 

You think you noticed him for the first time in your very first year at Gotham University. He had made you turn your head all the way back to follow his figure as he walked through the same corridor as you. He looked down almost immediately after noticing your stare. Your college friend, Sarah, was looking at you questionably before chuckling at how cartoonish the action was. The next few times you walked that corridor the same week, you completely ignored Sarah talking to you to spy every corner to see him. But hey, you were just curious. His looks and attitude made you want to know more. He didn’t look like any other student you had met in the cathedral-like building. You could tell by watching him walk that he was shy and reserved. The other times you met him going from one class to another had confirmed that. He kept excusing himself in a worried, soft tone every time he even brushed against someone. He was also always alone. Which only made you want to learn more about him. And be his friend; his only friend.  He reminded you of your younger self, always too scared to stand out, trying to make yourself as tiny as possible, hoping that nobody would notice you, and not having friends because nobody wanted to hear you talk about your favorite cartoons. His look also instantly drew you to him. You’d never seen someone who looked like him. You found him very beautiful, but in an unusually boyish way. He didn’t have the playboy physique that you usually saw on magazine covers. His face was round and soft, and he had high and visible cheekbones that made him so appealing. His eyes seemed to always sparkle despite his loneliness. His lips were so delicate, you could only imagine what he looked like when he smiled, changing the shape of his eyes and accentuating his cheekbones. You surprised yourself wondering how you could make him smile when you’re alone with your thoughts. You also loved his fashion sense, distinguishing himself further from all the other students. You could tell right away that all his clothes are thrifted. Some were ridiculously large on him; like his mother had given him his brother's hand-me-downs. And some were a bit too small; so tight that it made you wonder what he looked like underneath all that fabric. He also seemed to wear an infinite amount of layers, which made you question how he didn't suffocate over the summer.

Strangely, his outfits were always coherent with some recurring garments and an earthy color palette, greens being the most prevalent. His wardrobe consisted of old knitted sweaters, vintage trousers, washed out white or beige shirts (sometimes paired with a tie). And he always wore the same shoes; old, deep brown, low rise docs which allowed you to see his often mismatched funky patterned socks. It ended up making him look more academic and in theme compared to the other students, almost like he'd been born and lived in the walls of the university. His look and features are amplified by his silver wired and oval glasses, accentuating the boyish, academic look. The glasses immediately caught your attention, and you used them as a pitiful excuse for why you were looking at him in the first place.

“Oh, I just really love his glasses! I need new ones!” you told Sarah, who responded by rolling her eyes at the fact that you held your gaze even when his back was to you.

Sarah is a really good friend, always there for you. But she was immediately done with your bullshit. She wasn’t dumb or blind, and sighed every time you denied your attraction to the mysterious boy as you forced her to take the seat in front of you so you could get a good view of him or when you completely tuned out her voice every time you crossed paths with him. You told yourself that you were being totally normal about him. You’re just intrigued, you reasoned, only looking at him occasionally, where you are, in fact, borderline stalking him. You had started following him when you were alone and had memorized his schedule just two months after seeing him for the first time. You hoped he wasn’t questioning the fact that he’s seen you so often. 

And still, you haven’t spoken to him. Neither has he approached you. But you know he noticed you. He probably noticed you the first time you looked at each other in the hallway. He noticed you multiple times after that. One time, while studying at the library after carefully choosing your spot, you smiled at him. He froze, blushed, and then looked down at his paper with extreme intensity for the rest of the time you were there. He didn’t even look up once, you got time to take a coffee and go to the bathroom, he hadn’t moved, his face bright red. You thought it was the cutest thing ever. So, you gave him your prettiest smile every time your eyes met and soon became addicted to all his reactions. Blushing, sometimes glasses fogging, other times bumping into someone and babbling mindless excuses while his books fell, fixing the ground while picking them, avoiding your gaze. On rare occasions he maintained eye contact. Intense, burning eye contact, before picking all his things and running away. Soon you wanted more, more reactions, more babbling. You were hoping to become the only thing on his mind. It seems to work, you caught him more than once looking at you thinking you wouldn’t notice, sometimes, you’ll let him do, other times, you caught him, he almost spit all his coffee once. He does drink a lot of coffee, to a point where you're pretty sure his smell has a hint of it, probably mix with cheap detergent and deodorant, you’re imagining a warm, floral tint to it, combined with the smell of old books. You’re totally normal about him, though. The little hearts you draw on his coffee cup when you serve him at the cafeteria is just a nice touch. Because he can’t look you in the eye when he orders with the most shy and soft voice that resonates in your head every night before you fall asleep. Especially not when you see him choose the same spot to sit in everyday, where you can smile and wave to him, making him choke on his coffee. 

And it’s totally because you don’t know anybody in this new class that, when prompted to choose a partner for the class, you wrote his name down next to yours without asking him.

#paul dano #danonation #danocel #danonator #paul dano x reader #paul dano x you #riddler x reader #riddler x you #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you #riddler x f!reader #riddler x fem!reader #edward nashton x f!reader #edward nashton x fem!reader #edward nashton #batman 2022 riddler #the riddler #riddler fanfic #edward nashton fanfic #paul dano fanfic

[theangrypomeranian]

Can we hear about the zekina sugar baby au!

(i just screamed "oh god" into my hands lmaoooo) so this one is inspired by a Fexi fic i read a while back. basically Tina is downing in student loan debt (so relatable lmao) and her bestie Jimmy Jr. is a sugar baby who has been trying to convince her to get into the business so that she can get some money to pay it off. she finally agrees and is matched up with Zeke, who comes from new money and needs a fake girlfriend to get his mom off his back about dating and not being alone. they end up falling in love and there's a lot of smut lol. there's not a whole lot to this one but here's a snippet:

He poked his head out and frowned at her. “This is a job, Tina. Don’t be judgemental.” “I’m not!” She held up her hands in surrender then lowered them back down to her lap. “I guess I just can’t see anyone wanting to pay for my company.” “Girl, shut up.” He rolled his eyes at her. “Anyone would be lucky to spend time with you, I keep telling you! You’d make bank, T. You’re hot!” He pulled himself back into his room, calling to her, “Some guy would be super excited to show off his hot girlfriend at a gala, deck you out in diamonds and designer!” Tina sighed and rolled her eyes fondly. “I just don’t think I’m sugar baby material. I’m not that hot–” “Tina Ruth Belcher, you shut your mouth before I slap you!” “Sorry, sorry.” Not wanting to risk him actually coming out and slapping her, she resigned herself to silence as she checked her bank account. And winced. Yikes. Looks like her phone bill and her loan payment had come out this week. Looks like she’d be eating ramen again for the next few weeks. Jimmy came out of his room and frowned when he saw the look on her face. “Uh oh. What is it?” “I’m broke. Again.” She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, one hand raising to rub her temples as she felt a headache coming on. “Getting really tired of fighting starvation.” “I’m sure if you talked to your dad, he would give you a raise–” “No,” she shook her head, opening her eyes and giving the boy a firm look. “I’m not going to bother him with this. I knew what I was in for when I took the loan out.” “You thought you’d have someone to help you pay it,” Jimmy Jr. argued, crossing his arms and frowning at her. “I could lend you some money–” “No.” Here they went again, he tried this argument every month. Didn’t he ever give up? “You need your money, I’m not going to take it.”

#pom answers #hey caroline #wip game #zekina #sugar baby au #there's so much tina/jj brotp in this fic #like what i have written out is literally just them being goofs with each other and i love it #i will eventually pick this one back up #thanks for the ask!

[beezelbxb]

-- bf akitos birthday !!!

boyfriend akitos birthday!!!

a/n :: mei's at my house rn and their snorting like a pig AND MEI TYPED AKITO SHINONOME SO MANY TIMES IN MY PHONE TO A POINT WHERE IT REMMEBERS HIS NAME HELP

people :: akito shinonome (small mention of ena)

today wasn't just any day. today is AKITOS birthday. November 12th. You had to get him a gift. You didn't get him one yesterday, you totally forgot until ENA reminded you, and you were up all night studying for exsams and you didnt bother to get hin one, it was too late.

"I'll get him one tomorrow"

is what you thought when you rolled into bed. it's the winter now, your favrotie season. This is the season of love, gifts, snow, and joy. You get to spend all of your winter with your lover Akito and cuddle up while temptures drop. You just need to get him the perfect gift, to show your affection. show your worthiness. As the sun was rising in the east your loud ass alarm went off and scared you yet again. And you did the same thing you always do get up, send a good morning text to akito, brush your teeth, take a shower, wash and do your hair, get dressed and go get something to eat. But this time, after eating you set out to find a gift for Akito. You threw on your coat, put on your boots, wear the scarf that he gave you and get a gift. what you were going to get him was the main thing in your mind. You're whole mind went blank then--cheesecake! You went to the bakery first. You were going to get him cheesecake at his favrotie bakery. You walked into the store and the little bell at the top rang.

"ah-- y/n!! back again! the usual?"

the owner of the store greeted you again. He's bubbly as always.

"hii!! it's aktio's birthday today! do you know what his favrotie cheesecake is?"

"birthday?! Well happy birthday to him! one cheesecake coming right up!"

"how much will it be?"

you hoped this shit was free because you know damn well you have no money!! You just payed off your student loan and you're in debt. You looked around the small bakery desperately trying to find a card with a discount.

"On the house! Tell Akito said happy birthday."

you took a dramatic gasp. He slid the cheesecake to you. You could already smell the cheesecake through the box.

"Thank you so much!! Are you sure??"

he better be sure or else you're going to commit felony and steal this shit

"Yep! as I said, on the house."

You picked up the warm box said thank you and ran out before he changed his mind on you. Now you have to find another gift to give to him that's just not to eat. You decided to go to the ring shop and pick up a nice silver ring for him. It was surpizing that you haven't seen him today at all or he hasn't even texted you. You picked up a silver ring and went to the cashier.

"Hi."

You looked her dead in the eyes with a expressionless face

"Hello. Is this all?"

The cashier was really nice and was smiling big at you. It was scary.

"Yes. How much will it be."

You were sweating at this point. She rang you up.

"It's my boyfriends birthday today. Do I get a discount."

You said it more so like it wasn't a question. Like a demand. Give me a discount.

"Since your new shopper here, I'll give you a discount!"

"Thanks. It's my boyfriends birthday today. Can I have a bigger discount? we've been together for 4 years now. This is our marrage ring. Im purposing to him after this."

You looked into her soul. You didn't laugh at your lies and looked like a psychopath. But you wanted that fucking ring for free.

"Uhm... I don't know...let me see with my manage-"

"I need this ring lady so if you don't give it to me know I'm running away with it. Please?"

She looked at you with a funny look. You're done with this bullshit. You ran out. Well now you have a snazzy new ring to give to your boyfriend. That shit to long to get through. You ran all the way home. You threw your jacket on the floor and quickly flung your shoes off. You texted akito:

"Akito!!! Akito wjen are we metinv upppppp!!!!!"

"Idk"

ugh he's such a bitch. You went through all this stuff for him.

"Whatevez..."

You went to your room to wrap the gift. You put your coat back, shoes back on, and did your hair really quick. You grabbed your bike and bikeroad into his house.

knock...knock...knock...

You knocked on his door. He opened it. He was still wearing his pj's and his hair was a mess. He looked so cute.

"ah--y/n. You're here. C'mere."

He hugged you tight and kissed your head. You could feel his warmth.

"Come on in."

He pulled out a chair for you and brewed some tea.

"Sooooooo..."

"So?"

He said in the most unimpressed tone

"Akito it's your birthday."

"Ok"

"I got you something!!! Open the box"

He sat down and put a sugar cube in his tea. He opened the box and he grinned real big. He took his spoon and cut me a slice. And then cut himself a slice bigger than mine. While he was eating like a pig I got the box with the ring inside.

"Akito if you would stop eating so fast, I'll give you your other gift."

"Mhmhmgngh"

You slid the box where his hand was. He opened it and the delicate ring was inside. He smiled soft smile this time and got out of his seat and hugged you. You hugged him back for a long time and he kissed your cheek.

After the lovey dovey things you and boyfriend Akito went to go watch a movie at the movie theater. You guys watched a slasher movie and it turned out Akito was more scared than you were during the movie. You guys walked home in the fog afterwards. Then cuddled in his bed. He whispered onto your ear:

"best birthday ever."

#project sekai x reader #akito shinonome x reader #shinonome akito x reader #proseka x reader #project sekai imagines

[ericamzdm]

Motherlover - Gaslighting

So. Motherlover is a great little web-comic made by Lindsay Ishihiro. To directly quote from the About page - "Motherlover is a sweet serial romance comic about two moms from different walks of life who (are going to eventually) fall in love, with a bunch of other life stuff that happens along the way."

(cut for minor plot spoilers - seriously, go read it first!)

It's a very cute little queer comic, with themes of motherhood, self-identity, growth - and abuse. Specifically, it's about the kinds of abuse that don't look like abuse (if you don't know what you're looking at). Which make it relevant to my interests, and worth doing a breakdown post on scenes of interest.

Like the one where Jonathan (Imogen's husband) gaslights Imogen out of going back to school.

So. Imogen - who wants to go back to college - introduces that idea to Jonathan via a three panel barrage of over-explaining, justifying how she can do that without dipping in her 'duties' as a housewife and stay-at-home mom.

This...is a trauma response. Imogen exhaustively justifying her desires - believing that those desires need to be folded up so tight they could not possibly inconvenience anyone else before she can even speak about them - tells us that she thinks that this justification is required of her, that she will be denied or otherwise punished if she doesn't.

And your first impulse might be to say "But she's doing that on her own! Even if it is a trauma response, that could just be baggage from her ex! Jonathan isn't making her anxiety spiral!" - except yes he is, because he isn't talking. His silence is creating the empty space that Imogen feels compelled to fill in the second and third panels, denying her support while she verbally flails.

It's only when Imogen has directly asked (after exhausting all her justifications) that he finally speaks - and he immediately (a) says he supports the idea while (b) treating it as incomprehensible nonsense.

"It's a great idea" means less than nothing when his next words are to imply it is anything but. He's saying the "Right" thing up front not because he believes it, but because it gives him something to point to indignantly if anyone challenges all the other things he doesn't quite say but certainly implies or implicitly supports. This kind of self-contradiction is a shield and a mask; the pretense of support allowing him the access to undermine.

Which is what plays out immediately after - Imogen voices his implication ("It's kind of dumb"), which lets Jonathan be "supportive" by saying that the issue is actually money but (a) he doesn't actually do anything to say it isn't dumb (like answer "what am I gonna do with it?" with something supportive) and (b) then reinforces Imogen's self-doubting "I don't even know what I would study."

Speaking of that money comment!

Importantly, Jonathan isn't lying here. There's no reason to believe any of the objective statements he's making are untrue (although, like Imogen's lawyer in the current chapter, I am waiting for Jonathan to make a full financial disclosure). College is spendy. They probably do need to budget for a new car. They probably did just finish paying off Jonathan's student loans.

The issue isn't that he's lying. It's that he's using the truth to create a false implication that he leaves for Imogen to voice. That no longer having that debt to service somehow makes them less able to afford an additional expense (because this expense would increase Imogen's independence and relative power, not Jonathan's).

Additionally - by introducing the money comment without truly resolving the "is this a good idea" question, Jonathan has left Imogen fighting a battle on multiple fronts; She can't unpick the way A ("We can't afford this") does not actually follow from B ("We just paid off Jonathan's loans") because she's still dealing with "What would I even study?"

Which is why, when Jonathan directly attacks her initial position ("I'd still be around for the kids") by implying that she would be abandoning her maternal role by going back to school, Imogen - overwhelmed and undermined - capitulates.

And Jonathan steams ahead, firmly boxing her in and chaining her to the identity of "Mom", to the exclusion of any other aspirations.

-------------

And - this is gaslighting. The interaction boils down to:

Imogen: "I want to go to college."

Jonathan: "Do you really want that? Really? Seems pretty bad and wrong."

Imogen: "Oh yes, of course you're right. Aren't I a silly goose?"

Jonathan: "Aw, but you're my silly goose! You don't want an independent life! You (only ever) want to be mother to my children."

It's about rejecting the idea that Imogen knows her own mind, and asserting that she should look to Jonathan as the true authority on her identity, wants, and feelings. The fact that he never yelled, spoke a technical untruth, or said "You're crazy/stupid/lying/confused" with his own voice does not change that.

(And the way that Imogen reflexively moves to align herself to Jonathan's assertions - and that Jonathan so clearly expects her to - tells us that this is a normal dynamic for them.)

#motherlover comic #comics #gaslighting #media analysis #it's a great comic and you should read it

[all-for-the-simps]

Star Trek: DS9 characters x male reader

Scenarios based on oneliners, and quotes from my old, discarded fanfics… Part 1

{My original lines will be a different colour and no, I’m not giving you any of the original context–]

[All of these can be perceived as romantic, platonic, or familial etc, etc, everything is up to you.]

🚫female-aligned people DNI🚫

[If any of these are out of character, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing ;-;]

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1 - *Quark, Odo, and Kira fighting at the bar*

Kira: “We found you scamming your customers.”

Quark: “Who said I was? I–”

Odo: “You have a history of scamming and these actions will no longer be tolerated.”

Kira: “So, either give back the money and refund all these people or come with us.”

Quark: “You mean, I can choose?”

Kira: “Listen here, you little bitch–”

Quark: “Seriously? Can you get more creative with the names? You’ve called me a bitch three times. Where’s the variety?"

*Kira straight up sucker punches Quark square in the face*

Y/N, in the background: “GodDAMN–”

2 - *Y/N to Dukat, at literally any point, any time they ever meet*

Y/N: “If you weren’t a disgusting motherfucker, I’d be sorry for what I’m about to do. But you are one, so I have no regrets.”

Dukat: “Wait, what?--”

*Dukat gets absolutely destroyed by Y/N and his boots (Basically, he gets repeatedly kicked in the ribs in a hallway somewhere-)*

Sisko, appearing out of nowhere: “That’s some good shit, right there.”

3 - *Bashir, narrating to himself, just minding his own business*

Bashir: “I made breakfast… Well, I poured cereal into a bowl and ate it, not really ‘making’ it, really…”

*Bashir, cereal bowl in hand, looks up to find Y/N staring at him from the couch*

Y/N: “… Girl, what is you doing??”

4 - [Season One] [Y/N is a teenager just like Jake and Nog were in that season]

*Jake, and Y/N taking Nog somewhere to teach him how to read*

Nog: “Where exactly are you taking me?”

Jake: “Somewhere secret.”

Nog: “You’re not going to teach me in public are you? That’s kind of embarrassing.”

Jake: "It's a secret place, isn't it? If it was in public, it wouldn't be secret, would it?"

Nog: “…”

Y/N: “Makes sense to me.”

5 - O’Brien: “Y/N, you could just give me the present. I could just give it to Julian for you.”

Y/N: “No, I want to do it myself…”

O’Brien: “At this rate, you’ll never give it to him.”

Y/N: “I’m trying, okay? It’s just… I never have the right opportunity…”

O’Brien: “It’s been so long, I might as well break into your quarters and get it, myself.”

Y/N: “You break into my quarters, I’m going to break your nose.”

O’Brien: “Bro, chill–”

6 - *Y/N picking up Bashir from the Infirmary for lunch*

Bashir: “I’ll be with you in a second, let me just sort this out.”

*Y/N nodded and walked closer to Bashir to see what he was doing*

Bashir: “I’m sorry this is taking so long, I can’t seem to find a specific…”

*Bashir trails off in concentration and Y/N looks at the mess of his database*

Y/N: “Oh, darling, we need to get you a filing system.”

Bashir, close to tears: “I know ;-;”

7 - *Sisko and Dax talking about introducing Y/N to Garak*

Sisko: “Do you think they’ll get along?”

Dax: “I’m not sure. Garak’s quite welcoming and open and all, but he has some rather strange tendencies. And Y/N… He’s Y/N. Lovely man, but… Y’know…”

Sisko: “I see what you mean.”

Dax: “Well, one thing’s for certain.”

Sisko: “What’s that?”

Dax: “Their arguments are going to be absolutely fantastic.”

Sisko, who knows that Cardassian’s flirt by arguing: “You what?--”

8 - *Non-Starfleet Y/N trying to get a job at Quark’s*

Y/N: “Quark, I need a job. I have to pay a debt.”

Quark: “A debt to who?”

Y/N: “An academy on Bajor.”

Quark: “Ah, student loans. Yeah, good luck with that.”

Y/N: “I know you won’t pay me much, but I’m working like three different jobs right now.”

Quark, looking Y/N up and down: “I see that you’re desperate.”

Y/N: “You think?”

Quark, sighing: “I could do with another waiter.”

Y/N: “Don’t trust me with the food, I could poison someone.”

Quark: “… Accidentally or intentionally?”

Y/N, shrugging almost too casually: “Depends on who it’s for.”

Quark, now not knowing how to feel: “… I’m scared if I say ‘no’, I’m going to get shot.”

9 - *Worf, training Y/N for combat in the holosuite*

Y/N: “Can we load in more enemies?”

Worf: “Y/N, we’ve been at this for three hours. You almost passed out 20 minutes ago.”

Y/N: “How am I supposed to get better if I don’t train?”

Worf: “If we do another round with more enemies, you’re probably going to die.”

Y/N: “What’s a little peril?”

Worf, staring at him, confused and concerned: “… You are strange.”

10 - *Keiko’s going on a short trip and has left Molly with her husband and his two friends, Bashir and Y/N*

O’Brien: “Have you got everything?”

Keiko: “Yes, I do. But have you got everything?”

O’Brien, nodding to Bashir and Y/N, who were just standing there like the clueless idiots they were: “With their help, we should be just fine.”

Keiko, looking at them all: “Let’s hope you will be…”

O’Brien: “Go on, or you’ll miss the shuttle.”

Keiko: “Alright, alright. Goodbye, Molly!”

Molly: “Bye-bye :)”

Y/N: “Have fun, Keiko!”

*Keiko walks out of view and Bashir looks around*

Bashir: “So, uh… You want to go the holosuite and play the pirates simulation?”

Y/N: “Julian, we have a babysitting job to do. We can’t just leave Miles here on his own.”

Bashir: “Y/N… That’s his daughter, I think he can take care of her just fine.”

Y/N: “I wasn’t talking about Molly.”

O’Brien: “Oh, you mother fu–”

Molly, from across the room: “Daddy! Watch your language!”

O’Brien: “… She learned that from Keiko.”

*Suddenly, the quarter’s doors opened to reveal Keiko*

Keiko, pointing a finger at O’Brien: “And don’t forget to water the plants while I’m gone! Last time I left, I came back and my ivy was dead.”

*With that, she was gone*

Y/N: “Well… We’ll leave you to it.”

Bashir: “Good luck.”

*They both start walking out*

O’Brien: “Guys, please–” -----

Hope you enjoyed it. I had fun remembering old fics and reading the stuff I used to come up with.

Hopefully, got the characterization right.

Yeah... So, that was that.

See you next time :)

#fanfiction #x male reader #ds9 #star trek #star trek ds9 #ds9 x male reader #bashir x male reader #o'brien x male reader #kira x male reader #odo x male reader #sisko x male reader #jake sisko x male reader #nog x male reader #garak x male reader #dax x male reader #worf x male reader #quark x male reader #gul dukat x male reader #incorrect quotes #original fiction #ds9 x reader #bashir x reader #o'brien x reader #kira x reader #odo x reader #sisko x reader #jake sisko x reader #nog x reader #garak x reader #dax x reader

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Anderperry Week 2023, Day 2

(College)

Professor Anderson’s Romantic Life

“I’m free!” Neil shouted. “Todd, I’m free! I’m free, I’m free, I’m free!”

They were sitting (Todd was sitting, Neil was jumping up and down) on the topmost row of bleachers in the football stadium at the university where Todd taught. Neil was celebrating because he had just gotten a big role in a movie with a renowned director. Ever since his father found out he wasn’t going to medical school and left him penniless, Neil had been drowning in student loan debts while having to rebuild his life. This role almost guaranteed that he would be liberated from financial insecurity and finally, finally, free from the damage his father had done. 

Todd laughed, the same laugh Neil had been hearing since they were teenagers, but much more frequently now. Neil pulled him up from the bench and twirled Todd around in jubilation, sending more peals of laughter into the breeze. As the sun set, casting the clouds with pink and orange tones, like a projector on a white screen, Neil pulled Todd into a dip kiss. 

“Hi, Professor Anderson!”

Startled, Neil pulled back immediately to see two college students waving from the football field. 

Todd blushed, though the students were definitely too far to see it, and yelled back, “Hello!”

“Have a nice evening!” they shouted as they left. 

“Do your students know about me?” Neil whispered, his heart still pounding from his surprise.

“Yes,” Todd said.

“Thank God.”

“Well, actually,” he began, worrying Neil once more. “They know I’m married. That’s it.”

Neil sighed. “Todd.”

“It’s fine, they didn’t see us.”

“They most definitely did.”

“There were only two students. They’re in my class. I’m pretty sure they’re not homophobic or anything,” Todd dismissed. 

“Rumors fly, Todd. Remember that time Charlie convinced everyone that Keating was gay?” 

“He’s not?” 

Neil sat down on the bleachers in defeat. “This is exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Wait, Keating’s not gay?” Todd asked.

“Yes!” Neil said, exasperated. “He has a wife, I think.”

“Bisexual people exist.” 

“Todd, we’re getting distracted.”

“Fine, fine,” he said. “I’ll clear up any rumors if it becomes a problem.”

“Thanks.” Neil exhaled. “I wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation.”

“Oh, I have tenure, it’s fine.”

***

“You were right about the rumors,” Todd said one night as he took off his tweed suit jacket and sat down at the dinner table.

“I’m always right, Todd,” Neil said, handing him a plate of food. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing,” he answered simply. 

“Nothing?”

“It’s hilarious. They all assumed I meant a wife when I said I was married.” Todd casually stabbed a piece of potato. “The stories they come up with are so Shakespearean. It means I taught them well.”

Neil raised his eyebrows, amused. “Such as?”

“One theory was that I’m getting revenge on my wife by having an affair with her brother, and I’m paying him magnificently to do it.” Neil laughed, almost choking on his food. “I also heard someone say I have a gay twin brother, and you haven’t noticed we’ve been switching places.” 

“They’ll be so disappointed to find out we met in high school,” he said.

***

Neil tried to enter the lecture hall as silently as possible, as Todd was giving the closing remarks to his lesson. He couldn’t wait to tell Todd that his film had a successful first week in theaters, and he had been invited to so many interviews and photo shoots. However, Neil either didn’t close the door lightly enough or Todd had some psychic intuition, and he looked up at Neil, smiling. 

Todd held eye contact as he told the class, “By the way, have you guys seen that new movie? With that actor… Nick Perry?”

“I saw it,” a student in the front said, and Neil had to stop himself from running up to the front and smacking Todd. “I think it was Neil Perry.”

“Oh, that guy? He’s really cute,” another person agreed. 

“Really? I might have to see for myself,” Todd said, and even from far away, Neil could see that he was clenching his jaw, which was doing anything to stop a big smile from forming. Despite having an equally uncontrollable smile, Neil crossed his arms and shook his head at Todd.

“You should,” the student continued. “The acting and cinematography are amazing.”

“I see, I see,” Todd said, nodding as if he hadn’t seen Neil’s movie twice already. “I’ll go see it this weekend with my partner.”

The brief silence as some students began reevaluating their rumors was very noticeable. Neil sighed, though not out of frustration, knowing that Todd would keep up this charade for as long as he could. Neil was free from his father’s controlling fist, but not from the mouths of Todd’s curious, gossiping students. And that was okay, because Todd was right — it was entertaining as hell.

#anderperry week 2023 #anderperry #day 2 #professor au #it’s technically day 3 but who cares #posting this from mobile again so i apologize for formatting errors #todd anderson #neil perry #tomorrow’s post may be late again #dead poets society #dps

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Title: Used to Be Mine Author: 55anon Fandom: Bridgerton Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma, Thomas Dorset/Kate Sharma Summary: It's not simple to say, but most days, I don't recognize me.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SPOUSAL ABUSE, IMPLIED SEXUAL ASSAULT, ALCOHOLISM

A/N -- I keep seeing "Kate is in an abusive relationship and Anthony rescues her" fics and I just. This is my response. Also, I have nothing against Dorset. He's just a convenient name here. Title from Sara Bareilles song, fic plot (such as it is) vaguely inspired by The Waitress.

He doesn't recognize her.

Kate is thankful, because she doesn't recognize herself. If he had seen her, if he'd looked at her twice and said her name, she doesn't know what she would have done. Maybe say something sarcastic. Maybe pretend she doesn't know him.

Most likely, she wouldn't have energy to do anything other than dredge up the same smile she uses for all the other customers who come through this diner.

Kate is thankful, that he's passing through. She's never seen him in this part of the city before, though even if she had, what difference would it make? They no longer share any connection-- only faded dreams of what could have been.

You see, Tom was a good man.

They had been happy.

Then the economy took a bad turn and he lost his job; they found themselves in a mountain of debt between the student loans, the second mortgage they took out on a fixer-upper Tom was convinced he could flip on the housing market, then Mary's medical bills. It turns out that filing for bankruptcy doesn't erase medical debt.

They got through by the skin of their teeth. They'd loved each other, despite the difficulties and the stress of the finances. They got through it-- Kate juggled three jobs, Tom found a job when the economy began to improve. They slowly began to pay the remaining debts, rebuild their credit score.

But sometimes people break. And Tom, who'd grown up in a lovely white middle class family, only child, parents who had already passed away and the little they left, she and Tom had used as downpayment for their house; Tom, who was perfectly lovely when the going got tough, and tougher, and rock bottom, couldn't pick the pieces of himself back up.

This is what people don't tell you: it's not the breaking that's devastating. It's the rebuilding.

The rebuilding is all the more devastating because you thought the breaking was the worst of it. You survived the breaking-- surely the pieces would fall back into place on their own.

It turns out, that's not true. And Tom, who grew up on a diet of self help books and believed in the power of mindfulness and therapy, self medicated with alcohol, disguised as unwinding after a stressful day at work.

Kate watched with growing apprehension as the number of beer bottles on the table increased, the wine became cheaper and cheaper swill, their kitchen was littered with brown paper bags crushed in the same of bottlenecks.

She tried to talk to him and he brushed her off. Tried, and tried, and tried, until it finally became untenable and their friends stopped coming over for dinner because Tom drank a bit too much, he wasn't the fun kind of tipsy. He said things he shouldn't, he yelled and found new friends-- friends who understood he just needed a fucking beer to relax after his boss breathed down his neck.

Kate is a strong woman. But the thing about abuse is-- it starts slowly. No one means to fall into an abusive relationship and stay there. No one thinks it's fun to stay in that fucked up situation, no one would sign up for that shit, if they knew the cost and the loss.

They fought, but all couples fought. They said terrible things to each other, but they were stressed out about his unemployment, her three jobs, their debt, Mary's medical bills, the bankruptcy, his depression, her exhaustion. They didn't have sex because they were too tired and if they did, he cared less and less about what she got out of it and more and more about his own gratification and Kate faked it once. Twice.

Fake it enough, and it become habit.

That is the thing they don't tell you about abuse-- it doesn't punch you in the face one day out of nowhere. It's a slow slide. It's something you get used to, little by little, day by day.

You get used the screaming. You get used to the increasing number of beer bottles. You get used to the feeling of resignation that things won't change. You get used to making excuses-- because it's been a hard year, it's been a hard year for everyone, every marriage has its ups and downs and as long as they have each other, it's fine. They'll make it through because they love each other.

It's lies you tell yourself every day because at one point in time, they weren't lies at all.

But you can't tell where the line is, where the lies which weren't lies become lies in truth.

It's a painful erasure, it's an insidious process. To lower your standards, little by little because the reasons were good reasons at the time, legitimate reasons. Only, after the economy improves and life starts looking better for everyone else, life takes a stark downturn for you.

And the problem is, Tom still loves her. There are days when he's the man she fell in love with, when he treats her well, when it looks like maybe, just maybe, she could bring up the topic of therapy without him throwing empty beer bottles across the room.

The problem is, Tom apologizes.

The problem is, Tom apologizes, says he'll do better, and does better.

For a week. Two weeks. Sometimes even two and a half weeks.

Then, it shatters.

At first, she didn't know what would set him off, but now she knows what not to talk about. What words not to say. She doesn't bother because she's so, so, tired and while she's dying inside, Tom begins to look like he's on the up and up. Promotion at work, being careful with his drinking around their old friends. Mending fences, saying he's better. He's going to AA and he does. He never makes it past two weeks of sobriety.

Tom is a functioning alcoholic. Tom is smart. Tom loves her, apologizes to her, uses her body to the point she dissociates, says things he doesn't mean but also does mean when he's in a rage, when he's drunk.

And Kate, who never understood how women found themselves in abusive relationships, finds herself in an abusive relationship.

Tom doesn't hit her, or leave marks, or do anything people immediately identify as abuse. Kate doesn't have to cover her face with foundation and pretend she fell down the stairs.

Kate has to watch Tom be the man she used to love while they dine with their friends; Kate has to watch Tom grimace briefly when someone asks them about kids; Kate has to start hiding her birth control. Kate finds out one day that all of her friends are actually Tom's friends. Kate, stressed and close to breaking, confides once in Tom's friend's wife, who is a good woman, a concerned woman.

But a woman who talks to her husband, and a husband to talks to Tom, and Kate never tells anyone again, because it only takes 17 days to establish a habit and Kate has too many habits, too many lies, too many ways she's found to cope and get through, too many times she clings to the good days. The books, the movies, the tv shows all tell her that he won't change. He's an abuser, he won't change.

Tom wasn't always an abuser. Tom loves her-- or used to, or once did, or never had, or could, or might, if Kate could stop fucking up the curry and burning the naan.

Tom brings her flowers on their anniversary; all her girlfriends-- wives of Tom's friends-- tell her how lucky she is to be married to him, how romantic it is that he brought home cake and wine for their anniversary when they can hardly get their husbands to remember their birthday and the only thing Kate remembers about the cake and wine is all the wine she did not drink.

Their finances became irrevocably meshed together when they went through the bankruptcy. All her money was deposited into the joint account and it's still deposited in the joint account. Tom keeps track of how much she makes and he knows when she tries to keep some for herself.

He tracks her activity on her computer. He looks through her phone calls. He makes her life smaller and smaller until the only thing she has left are her coworkers at a diner which pays too little, but is as far from Tom as she can get; as far from his friends as she can get, and the two hour commute each way gives her time to cry, or simply sit blankly in the car, wondering what kind of mood he'll be in when she gets home.

She was only able to keep the job because it had been one of the three she'd picked up when the economy was bad.

Kate has a college degree. She used to make more than Tom does now. She was laid off first. When the economy got better, she thought she would go back into the workforce; she thought they were on the same page.

They weren't.

When the economy improved, no stopped meaning no.

Abuse is a series of slow breaks until you look in the mirror one day and don't recognize yourself.

Until your ex-boyfriend, who had been your fiance until he broke off the engagement because of issues with his family-- until your ex-boyfriend walks into a dingy diner and doesn't recognize you and the only thing you feel is relief that he's not seated in your section.

Until he comes back, a second time.

A third time.

And the other waitresses giggle and flirt with him, they jokingly fight over covering his section.

The only thing Kate feels is clawing anxiety, dread, fear-- because what if Tom comes by? Sometimes he comes by.

He never comes by.

But if he did come by, he would recognize Anthony and he would assume. He would ask Kate why she didn't tell him Anthony came to the restaurant. He would ask how many times Anthony has eaten at the restaurant. He would make her quit her job and cut her off from the only people she has left in the world, the only place she feels halfway safe.

Kate stays as far away from Anthony as possible.

Even though he tips ridiculously well.

Even though he's only grown more handsome over the years.

Even though each time he comes to the diner, a terrible, tender, horrific tendril of hope curls in her stomach that perhaps--

Perhaps he recognizes her

Perhaps he comes to the diner to see her

Perhaps he will approach her and say hello

And every drive back home, the hope shrivels, fades. Or does it hide under the dead leaves which carpet the forest floor?

When it happens-- when that thing she hoped and dreaded and feared and wanted happens--

"Hi, Kate."

She says, with her customer service smile,

"Hello, Anthony."

--

In truth, he doesn't recognize her the first time he sees her. It was raining, he was hungry and angry, he was on his way out of the city to attend some country club gathering Daphne put together, and he knew he would be a bear if he didn't get some calories-- any calories-- in him.

The diner looked like something a hurricane should have mowed over in 1970 and the interior was exactly what he expected. The food was nothing to write home about-- all those stories about gems of Americana tucked away in dilapidated diners were myths.

But the second time she walked past him, when he was about to ask for a coffee refill, he recognized her.

He was about to say something, almost certain she saw him too, but her eyes slid past him and she was gone in a moment.

Anthony got his coffee refill, paid his bill, wondered if he would come off as a creep if he asked whether Kate Sharma-- no, it was Kate Dorset now-- worked there, then decided against it. Let the past be. Better not to go down the path of what-ifs and could-have-beens.

Only he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Wondering how she was. Whether she had kids. How many. How old were they. He was recently divorced himself, two kids, both boys. Yes, he was still working for his family's company, but branched out to more eco-friendly endeavors. In fact he was inspired by something she'd said.

He'd thought she'd been working in microfinance, or a similar nonprofit. How did she find herself at the diner? Not that there was anything wrong with working at a diner, just. He'd thought she'd. Her career. She'd always talked about. Well, it was years ago, they were young, people changed, obviously. But she'd seemed passionate about.

But maybe with the kids. It wasn't uncommon, as unfair as it was. He was working on getting the company to implement a fair maternity leave policy. No, he didn't expect compliments for doing the right thing, he just wanted. To tell her.

He would have said she looked good but she didn't.

It didn't matter.

It was Kate, who would always be beautiful to him. No exaggeration. She had designer bags under her eyes, he'd joke. That was a joke women often used, right?

He couldn't stop thinking about her and found himself stalking her social media.

Social media which became more sparse over time. Though there seemed to be plenty of pictures of her-- not tagged-- in Dorset's photo albums, and his friends' albums.

No kids. Anthony felt vaguely guilty for feeling so relieved, well aware he had no right to feel relieved, well aware that it was honestly a bit disgusting he was relieved. She'd always wanted kids. A family of her own.

She looked happy in the photographs. That was good. He was glad she was happy. She deserved to be happy.

She deserved to be happy, and Anthony told himself this would be the last time he would go to the dinner; this was the last time; this was really the last time; and he finally gave up to admit to himself he was going to keep going to the diner until he had a chance to speak to Kate. Say hello. It wasn't possible that she was avoiding him, was it? It was coincidence she never worked in his section, no matter how many different places in the diner he managed to seat himself, right?

After a month of enduring mediocre coffee and middling diner food, Anthony finally just... stood up and walked over the Kate.

His heart shattered when she gave him her customer service smile.

It was a strange sensation. He hadn't been aware there was anything to shatter.

--

Anthony just... kept coming to the diner. And as polite as he was to the other waitresses, they decided he was Kate's responsibility-- he was clearly there for her, anyone with two eyes could see the way the man lit up.

Anyone but Kate, it seemed.

The women at the diner didn't know, but they knew something was going on with Kate. The way she sometimes froze when she saw her husband's name flash on the phone screen. The way she mentioned living in a rather affluent part of town, or once having a high paying job, or her college degree, her estranged stepmother and half sister.

Kate was strong. She was the one who kicked out customers who harassed the other waitresses; gave comfort to the girls when they were down on their luck; grimaced through serving rude customers who demanded too many things and didn't tip enough.

Many of the waitresses who came through were seasonal, or college students themselves. The two old ladies, married to each other, the owners of the crummy diner, the hunk of unimpressive junk which was still a labor of love and a shelter for them both-- they called themselves Edith and Edna to the customers but where actually Charlie and Agatha-- they'd been through enough to know something was going on.

Been through enough to know, sometimes the only thing you could do was offer safety and stability; sometimes it was the unspoken promise that if she ever found a way to leave one day, she could come to them, no questions asked, no payment needed, that was enough to tip the scales.

They watched with keen eyes, this young man (because everyone was young to them) who smiled just to see her face when she came on shift and decided to let him stay, pending review. Kate didn't say anything and she was usually quite vocal when it came to customers.

The places she was silent were just as loud, if you knew how to listen for them.

Charlie and Tabby (long story, involving a cat named Tabitha) were old hands, well versed in reading young women. Young women running away, running towards, exploring sexuality, fearing sexuality, needing shelter, hating pity, defensive, overwhelmed, disowned, disillusioned, there for a party, there to get paid, pulling themselves up by the bootstrings, made of grit and shoestring, crumpling like wet newspaper, falling apart at the seams.

They didn't tell young Anthony, who would have swooped in the first chance he got if he knew the full story, about Kate's silences and the stiffness of her posture.

Because these young women-- because all young people-- because people-- don't always take kindly to being rescued. There's a timing to it. There a fear, or a desperation, which lends the kind of strength that allows people to risk their lives to leave. That the leaving has to happen before anything else, and that every person decides to leave for their own reasons, in their own way.

They didn't tell young, hopeful, recently divorced Anthony with two children and an acrimonious custody battle-- people who have been broken down for so long already know what most people do not:

It's not the breaking that breaks you.

It's the rebuilding.

And leaving--

Leaving is the decision to begin again,

Not knowing if there's anything left to begin again with.

But they let him stay because if the day comes when Kate makes that decision-- because people can tell when you've given up on them, people can tell if you think they're a lost cause, so you have to be quiet in your confidence, silent in your support, and believe in them even if they don't know you believe in them-- when the day comes Kate makes the decision, he'll be right with them:

The unspoken promise of safety, and enough care to help her start again.

#bridgerton #kathony #fanfiction #spousal abuse

[sekritjay]

I really didn't know how to write all this out and like a good little depressive I responded by... bottling it up and not telling anyone anything in person or in fake-o-tumblr-land and instead dwell and ruminate on it so hard my jaw aches and creaks. Kinda like how it ached and creaked when I was on sertraline now that I think about it

I've missed the boat. Quite badly. Mostly through my own inaction but not helped by external probems I had little control over - I only made the decision to emigrate in October, I didn't get a consultant until late November and I didn't get my transcipts from my university until I phoned them up directly last week. Technically I won't formally get my DipHE until they convene the exam board in February

The deadline for international students to apply for Canadian university placements is the 1st of December. If - God-willing - I manage to get a place for 2024/25 I would be as near as makes no difference 40 years old by the time I graduate. All those reassurances that I'm still "young" sound hollow when I consider my situation in those terms

I was hoping instead that I could get a placement on an MBA programme, either full-time one year or two year corporate placement. My theory was that my ten years running my own business would count for *something*, but then I run into the question of how much is my experience actually worth? Not much in my opinion - small owner-operator independent business that I inherited off my parents and had been in business since the 80s

If I was an employer I would be sceptical about hiring me, let alone sponsoring an MBA. And even then, where would I apply? What industry sector is my experience worth? Why should someone spend money on me?

Speaking of money... it looks like we won't be able to sell the business. Even after paying off debts and finding a place for my parents I was hoping the remainder would be enough to pay for my emigration but given the state of the economy that won't happen unless I give prospective buyers a steep discount.

Or a student loan. There are opportunites to pay for tuition using loans if you're an international student but I balk at paying 15% per month form the moment I get the loan

My father says he plans on redeveloping the building into flats instead but... God, I just want rid of this place. Flee the country. Live somewhere where the hallmarks of an adult is a place I can afford and I have something to look forward to other then a day where I don't have to work as many hours or hell, even a full day off

...enough on that. Irrational me keeps waking me up at 3am in the morning. Logical me keeps trying to remind me that being late is better then being never. But I keep wondering if my primitive mammalian brain is the wiser one

#jay fucks off