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r-o-s-e-f-i-r-e · 10 months

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idk i’ve been thinking for the last day about modern day corroded coffin, semi-successful in the local music scene, did a self-funded tour through six states last fall where they all lived in the van together and didn’t shower for four weeks, has a standing gig at the dive bar next to the highway and the strip club, they’re established, they have a small but dedicated local following, they —

“can’t play a WEDDING, are you fucking with me?” eddie says, when gareth shows him the text from his cousin who’s getting married in two weeks and who, as of last night, has no wedding band because they accidentally double booked themselves and gareth’s cousin had sent the deposit in late.

“i’ve explained to him so many times,” gareth says, furiously texting his cousin back, “we’re not that kind of band—”

except gareth’s cousin, instead of responding directly to gareth’s text outlining the musical thesis of corroded coffin or watching the youtube link gareth sends to the show last month where eddie got a black eye in the pit from someone in an inflatable garfield costume, just sends back —

“holy shit,” eddie croaks, looking at the string of zeros on the end of the number gareth’s cousin offers me to pay them in exchange for saving his ass and his wedding and his marriage, since his fiancé was demanding a live band. “that’s—”

“three months of rent for each of us,” gareth says, awed. “that’s buy actual fresh vegetables money. that’s go to the dentist money—”

“yeah, okay, give him my number,” eddie says.

so they spend the next two weeks practicing every white people wedding song they can think of. there’s no way they’ll be able to do, like, get low, tragically, but they can pull off the classics, especially after they bring chrissy onboard for vocals and keyboard. there are places where eddie draws the line — no fucking journey or especially insipid top 40 — but they can do some whitney. abba. fucking — mr. brightside. a lot of it is pretty simple, when you get down to it, “and people will be wasted anyway,” jeff reminds them. there’s an open bar at the six figure venue gareth’s cousin booked. hopefully everyone will be too hyped just hearing the opening baseline to i want you back to notice if they fumble anything hard.

rehearsal montage, chrissy takes the boys to the mall to buy suits montage (except for gareth who, like most transmasc dudes, already has a custom fitted and tailored suit ready to go in his closet; instead he makes catty remarks about brian’s tie choices.) chrissy makes eddie put his hair up and eddie makes jeff shave the experimental mustache he’s been growing and eventually the day of the wedding arrives and they load up the van and drive 45 minutes to the six figure waterfront reception venue.

they riff for about ten minutes while the whole wedding party makes their grand entrance into the massive tent set up on the lawn, ending with gareth’s cousin and his new wife dancing in, the whole crowd screaming and clapping. it’s cute, eddie thinks, vamping as long as he can while gareth’s cousin’s best man takes the mic and introduces the new couple and directs everyone to their seats for dinner.

and meanwhile: best man is frankly one of the hottest dudes eddie’s ever seen. he’s got longish brown hair that he keeps pushing out of his eyes, full lips, an insane shoulder to waist ratio, big hands. eddie sneak looks at him while they play a bunch of low key jazzy standards for people to eat their expensive dinner to. he’s sitting with his arm around the shoulders of a girl with shaggy auburn hair, and they keep leaning in to whisper to each other and giggle, so. oh well. but it doesn’t hurt to look, eddie thinks, watching the guy take his suit jacket off and roll up his sleeves and make a toast to gareth’s cousin and his new wife’s long and joyful marriage.

once most people have had their plates cleared away jeff turns to eddie and the rest of the band and nods, once, and while chrissy plays the opening synth chords to i wanna dance with somebody, jeff turns his front man showmanship deal all the way up.

it’s good. people are fucking hyped, so they throw themselves into it, feeding off the crowd’s energy, and almost no one is more hyped than mr. best man. he’s jumping up and down, his arms around gareth’s cousin and his wife. he knows every word to dancing in the dark (hot). when they transition into robyn’s dancing on my own he turns to the girl with auburn hair and points at her and screams. cute, eddie thinks, watching best man pick her up and spin her around while she downs her wine and shouts along. okay, really fucking hot, eddie thinks, when he finally pulls his loosened tie all the way off and unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt and eddie can see a hint of chest hair peeking out.

they slow it down for the first dance. it’s the leon bridges one everyone always does, but it’s perfect in jeff’s range, and there is not a single dry motherfucking eye in the audience. they do a couple more slow ones, throughout the night. best man dances with his girlfriend and then gareth’s grandmother and then with every child under the age of 10, letting them stand on his shoes while he twirls them around. how is this guy fucking real, eddie thinks, which of course is when best man notices eddie looking right at him and their eyes meet. best man looks a little flustered, at first, and then grins at eddie, right at him, before spinning the flower girl around in dizzying circles.

jesus christ, eddie thinks.

they’re closing out the night on the only other request gareth's cousin gave them: the one from the end of dirty dancing. jeff thanks the crowd, offers his congratulations to gareth’s cousin, and then goes right into it. except as jeff sings the first line everyone absolutely loses their shit, turning to best man and jumping around him and one of the bridesmaids. what the fucking hell, eddie thinks, keeping one ear on jeff and chrissy’s duet and one ear on the crowd piling around best man “—you guys HAVE to, dude, you’ve GOT to—“ but whatever it is he has to do is not immediately apparent to eddie. best man dances in a circle with the rest of the wedding party and auburn hair and the bride and groom, shout-singing along, and then during the build up to the second prechorus gareth’s cousin’s wife and her bridesmaids start pushing everyone to the sides of the dance floor, so there’s a long space in the middle, so the bridesmaid with curly dark hair is at one end and best man is at the other end and oh my god is he actually going to —

the bridesmaid runs and then launches herself at best man, who lifts her perfectly, right on cue at the peak of the second chorus, his hands steady on her hips while she floats her arms out in front of her just like jennifer grey. they hold it for a few moments while everyone loses their fucking minds and takes a thousand pictures. eddie actually takes his hand off his guitar for a minute. he thinks his mouth is open. he can see the muscles in best man’s arms flexing under his white button up shirt as he carefully lowers the bridesmaid back to the ground, laughing, his eyes scrunched up in joy.

eddie is maybe a little bit in love.

they close it out. the whole crowd whistles and stomps and applauds for them, which feels pretty good, eddie’s not gonna lie. as they start packing it up and high fiving each other and a couple people come over to ask if they have a card, if they’re still booking for next year or the year after (what?) gareth’s cousin comes over and hugs every single one of them, almost in tears, and then adds another 2k to the check he writes for them. eddie pulls out his cigarettes right then and there.

“steve, come meet the band,” he yells, when steve and auburn hair walk past. “gareth saved my whole ass, oh my god —“

“you guys were fucking incredible,” steve says, grinning, shaking gareth’s hand. “best wedding band i’ve heard in years —“

“they’re not even a wedding band!” gareth’s cousin shouts. “they’re like metal — moshing — thrash, i don’t know, LOUD—“

“whoa,” steve says. he pushes his hair out of his eyes and then turns that blinding smile right on eddie. eddie feels struck by it, wants to stagger back like he’s taken an actual blow. “cool, so you guys — play locally, or —?”

“oh my god,” his girlfriend says, rolling her eyes; steve elbows her in the side.

“i like your guitar,” steve says, gesturing at the warlock eddie’s still holding in his non-cigarettes hand.

“oh, uh, thanks,” eddie says.

“it’s a cool shape,” steve says, stepping closer, flicking his eyes down and then back up to meet eddie’s. there’s sweat gathered along his hairline, dampening the ends of his hair. behind him, his girlfriend coughs something loudly that sounds vaguely like slut.

eddie feels his eyebrows go way up.

“uh, thanks, shapes are. you know. shapes are great,” eddie says, nonsensical. he sees gareth shoot him an incredulous look out of the corner of his eye.

“can i bum one?” steve says, looking down to the cigarettes in eddie’s hand.

“totally,” eddie says. “let me just—“ he holds the warlock aloft and gestures to the open guitar case.

“sure,” steve says. he waits around while eddie hustles through getting his shit sorted out and then turns away politely while eddie has a silent desperate telepathic conversation with the rest of the boys, who roll their eyes and make their way over to the still open, still free bar.

where auburn hair is standing and talking to chrissy, putting a hand on chrissy’s arm while she laughs at something chrissy says.

hm, eddie thinks.

“so,” eddie says, walking out from under the tent with steve, down towards the water, awash in the moonlight. he holds out his cigarettes. “you like springsteen?”

#here have some dumb shit #steddie #stranger things #yes the joe keery dirty dancing lift video is playing in my head 24/7 #mine

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dark-fics-4-you · 6 days

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After Hours Lesson

dark!Professor!Coriolanus Snow x f!Reader

A/N: i imagine coryo as being in his late 30s to mid 40s in this fic, but I left his age open to imagination. Reader is 21 and I imagine her as not being a virgin

Warnings: noncon, forced sex, somno, fingering, choking, strangling, drugging, teacher x student relationship, slapping, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink

it wasn’t everyday that one of your university professors invited the entire class out to dinner at a nice restaurant, so of course you wanted to dress your best. looking at yourself in the mirror, you felt that the soft button-down white shirt and grey houndstooth jacket paired well with your pleated grey skirt, knee length white socks and black mary janes, and it was an outfit that would surely impress your professor.

only a couple other students had arrived so far and as soon as you made your way over to the table, you noticed his eyes on you. “y/n! sit by me,” he smiled at you charmingly, gesturing to the empty chair beside him. you nervously complied, shooting him a smile before sliding in to the open chair.

the entire night you could feel him looking over at you, even when he was in conversation with other students, his gaze always seemed to drift over to you.

it was your senior year at university and you had opted to take an elective class with a popular professor, professor coriolanus snow. you were surprised when you walked in on the first day and found that most of the students were women. apparently rumors about professor snow’s good looks had gone around the school, but you hadn’t heard anything about them when you were registering for classes, you just thought the course looked interesting.

“are you going to get a glass of wine?”

his question roused you from your thoughts and you blinked at him before he questioned you again. “well you’re 21, right?”

“i am, but i don’t know if i should drink tonight.” you replied nervously. “i mean, would that be okay?”

you looked around the table, noting that two of your classmates were also drinking.

“of course, y/n.” he told you before addressing the table, “dinner and drinks are on me, i’m paying for it all.”

you smiled at his generosity and thanked him before picking up a menu and browsing the wine list.

even though professor snow was in a conversation with the other students, when he saw you looking unsure about what to order he leaned over and pointed to an expensive vintage red.

“this is one of my absolute favorites. i think you’ll love it.” he caught the eye of a waiter and ordered you a glass before you could even think it over, much less process the price.

the appetizers were brought out to the table quickly, and you were excited to try the array of choices professor snow had ordered for the table.

before you could reach for one of them, coriolanus picked up the plate you had been eyeing and offered to serve you.

“oh, yes please, thank you very much professor snow!” you smiled at him and offered your own plate to him.

he placed two pieces of toasted bread on your plate before grabbing small bowl of the tomato sauce it came with to spoon some onto your plate.

his wrist slipped however and he accidentally dropped a bit of sauce onto the exposed skin of your mid-thigh, just below where your skirt ended.

before you could even react, your professor was apologizing profusely and he grabbed a napkin off the table and gently wiped up the red sauce.

you shivered when you felt his fingers brush against your skin as he cleaned you off and you felt a hot flush rising to your cheeks.

“thanks, i’m gonna um, finish cleaning this up in the bathroom.” you nervously told him, flinching away from his touch and rushing to the restroom.

you quickly locked yourself into a stall, breathing heavily as you tried to calm yourself. he was your professor! you didn’t want to be getting butterflies in your stomach at his touch.

you finished cleaning off the small remnants of the sauce on your leg, taking a deep breath and collecting yourself before going back out to the table.

your wine had arrived, as well as all of the entrees and you took a bite before trying a sip of the wine. it was probably the best drink you had ever tasted in your life and you looked over to see your professor staring at you with a raised eyebrow, as if to say ‘what do you think?’

“wow this wine is amazing!” you told him appreciatively and he grinned back at you.

“i knew you would like it, y/n. young ladies like you usually don’t have such good taste, but i had a feeling you would appreciate it.”

his thoughtful words made your cheeks flush again and you bashfully thanked him for the compliment.

you sipped the wine, enjoying the way it’s flavor profile complimented the dish you got perfectly. it must have been a higher alcohol percentage than usual however, because you were already feeling it’s effects strongly after drinking less than half.

“what are your plans once you graduate, y/n?” the sound of your professor’s voice surprised you and you met his gaze as you answered.

“i’m hoping to go to law school after i graduate.” you responded, pride rising in your chest as you thought of all the hard work you had put in to reaching your goal of law school.

“that makes perfect sense for a bright girl like you. i’m sure you’ll excel there,” he confidently told you.

his focus shifted to the other students and as the night carried on and you drank more of your wine, you found yourself feeling very tipsy.

after professor snow paid the bill and everyone finished up their goodbyes, you stood to leave and you were surprised when the world started tilting beneath your feet.

a firm hand steadied you at your waist, and you turned to see your professor behind you.

“are you okay?” he asked, voice filled with concern.

you tried to stand on your own again, only to nearly fall over a second time. “i don’t think so, i feel kind of drunk,” you slurred.

he frowned and looked at you with worry on his face.

“i don’t think you should drive yourself home right now, y/n. why don’t you let me take you?”

you wanted to argue with him and disagree, but when you tried to stand on your own again and felt so dizzy you could have fainted, you realized he was probably right.

“okay,” you mumbled, allowing him to support you as he walked you to his car.

your professor helped you in to the passenger seat, making sure you had buckled yourself in before going to the driver’s side.

you leaned your head against the cool window, trying to stop your head from spinning as professor snow pulled out of his parking spot and started driving.

you were watching the street lights blur past, struggling to keep your heavy eyelids open, when you realized you hadn’t told him your address.

you opened your mouth to speak, but the next time you blinked, darkness filled your vision and you slipped into unconsciousness.

you woke to the feeling of warm, wet lips enveloping one of your nipples.

when your eyes cracked opened, you were almost too shocked to believe what you were seeing.

your jacket was missing, and your white button up top was split open, exposing your bare breasts. your professor was positioned on top of your, lips attached to your nipple as his hands squeezed and caressed your tits.

you were laying on a large bed, in what was definitely not your house and you felt like an idiot for not realizing that everything was off earlier.

terror filled you chest, lodging itself in you throat, and you tried to squirm away, but your body was frozen in place and your limbs felt so heavy you could barely move.

coriolanus sensed that you had woken up and when he looked down at you with a devilish grin, you shivered in fear.

“don’t try anything, y/n.” your professor’s cool tone made your stomach twist in disgust and a horrible chill passed over you as you realized this was why he had offered to drive you home.

“professor-” his lips smothered yours, cutting off your wavering voice before you could protest. your stomach flipped when he kissed you and your jaw dropped in surprise allowing him to force his tongue into your mouth.

when he finally pulled away, you gasped for breath. you saw stars behind your eyes and you weren’t sure if you were dizzy because of how fast the room was spinning or because of the way he had kissed you.

“you’re so beautiful, y/n, you know that?” he softly breathed. “ever since entered my class that first day, i thought you were perfect.”

your pulse was racing in your ears, anxiety gripping your throat as you helplessly looked up at him. everything was moving too fast, and your brain couldn’t accept the reality you had woken up in.

“and then tonight when you walked in with this innocent little school girl look? fuck, it took all of my self control not to rip this off of you and bend you over the table in front of your classmates,” coriolanus chuckled darkly, eyes scanning your body as he did.

his words were revolting, but even worse was the feeling of his fingers brushing your thighs as he lifted up your skirt. coriolanus situated himself between your legs, greedily admiring the soft skin of your thighs before pushing your skirt up and exposing more of you to his probing eyes.

when he saw the white, lacy panties you were wearing, he paused, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he took in the view before him. “aw sweetheart, did you wear these just for me?”

your cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment at his words and he chuckled again at your silence.

the older man traced the lace near your hips before looping his fingers under the soft material and tugging your panties down. you tried to squeeze your legs together to stop him, but your professor easily pushed them open again and dragged your panties off of you.

you flinched when you felt professor snow’s hand nearing your core, and he held down one of your legs in a tight grip.

the tip of his finger traced your slit and you whimpered at the feeling. was this really happening? how had you found yourself drugged out of your mind at the mercy of your professor?

coriolanus watched your face as he slowly slid one finger into your heat. you were already so wet, he didn’t even need to warm you up, and the way you clenched around just one of his fingers had his pants growing tight.

your lips parted in surprise, a small moan crawling out of your throat. his finger curled inside you and tears came to your eyes when you felt yourself squeezing around his finger.

“you’re so wet,” he groaned before sliding his middle finger into you.

you tensed beneath him, whining when the pressure between your legs doubled.

“just relax,” your professor’s voice was a bit shaky as he pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt.

coriolanus’s thumb found your clit, circling the sensitive cluster of nerves. your body was tingling, every sensation was heightened in your fear and you couldn’t stop yourself from loudly moaning as he massaged your inner walls.

you realized you could feel yourself growing wetter and you blinked hot tears from your eyes. you were disgusted by everything that was happening, so why were you shifting your hips to match the thrusts of his fingers?

the twisted pleasure was building in your gut and coriolanus could feel it too. his thumb swirled over your clit and you came undone around his fingers. your thighs quaked as your professor fucked you with his fingers through your orgasm, and your mind felt blank as you numbly sagged against his bed. shame and guilt fogged your mind, and you felt completely betrayed by your body

coriolanus slowly pulled his fingers out of you before pulling them apart slowly and watching your slick juices stick to his spread fingers in thin, pearly strings.

the older man brought his fingers to his lips, licking your juices off of his fingers while gazing at you through half lidded eyes.

“mmm, you taste so sweet, y/n,” he purred and when you realized you got butterflies in your stomach at his words, you felt bile rise in your throat.

he started unbuttoning his shirt and you could feel the room spinning around you. you wanted to look away, but you were weighed down by terror and too scared to even blink.

coriolanus removed his shirt, revealing his muscular, but still lean physique. panic began to really set in when he unbuttoned his pants and removed them and his boxers. your eyes widened at the sight of his erect length. he was bigger than any of the few guys you had been with before, and also unlike your previous experience, coriolanus was determined to take things at his pace.

you felt light-headed and you could barely twitch your muscles, much less move your limbs. that didn’t stop you from trying though, and pure adrenaline gave you the strength to squeeze your legs shut and attempt to prevent what you already knew was coming.

given everything your professor had done to you up until this point— drugging you, kidnapping you, trapping you in his house, and now forcing himself upon you— you would have thought that you wouldn’t be surprised when he slapped you across the face with the back of his hand.

any delusion you may have been desperately clinging to that coriolanus snow was a ‘good’ man shattered then and there.

your head whipped to the side and your field of vision went white for a moment. white hot pain seared into your cheek and when you opened your eyes again, they were blurry with tears.

the sight of you trembling and crying beneath him was a sight that your professor had been secretly fantasizing about for months and now that he was finally witnessing it firsthand, he was eager to make all of his deepest desires a reality.

“don’t fight it, y/n.” his voice was shaking with excitement as he positioned himself between your legs and started lining up the tip of his cock with your slick cunt. you whined when you felt the head slide between your lips and start to push inside of you.

his tip slid past the resistance of your tight grip, but he tilted his hips back to pull out, and you felt confused and hurt when your body wanted more.

professor snow grinned down at you wickedly, relishing the sight of your eyes begging with his and your plump lips parting more when he moved again, sliding the tip of his thick cock into your cunt a second time and earning a heavenly whimper from you.

“you like that, sweetheart?” he asked softly, smugness dripping from his voice like rancid honey. he pushed himself an inch or two deeper, and his arms, which were caging you in beneath him, were shaking slightly as he held himself back from sheathing all of himself in you at once.

your professor grabbed your wrists, holding them above your head tightly as he slowly stretched you out with his cock. his face was so close to yours that your noses were almost touching and he swallowed your noises of protest with messy kisses.

tears were streaming down your face when the tip of his cock nudged your cervix and you tried to shift beneath him to adjust to the intense pressure between your legs, but he pinned you to the bed with just one of his strong arms. his other hand rested on the outside of your thigh, roughly gripping your curves.

you were terrified, completely disgusted with your professor and desperate to escape his iron clad hold on you.

“please no!” you quietly whined, straining to break free of his grasp and failing. “it’s too big!”

coriolanus groaned when you twitched around his cock, and the pathetic way that you tried to resist him was so adorable it almost made him laugh.

he tilted his hips back and started pumping his cock into you. you could sense yourself getting more slick as his length dragged along your walls, and your legs instinctively wrapped around coriolanus’ torso, pulling him in closer to you.

your professor peppered open mouth kisses over any exposed skin he could find, making his way from sucking on your tits to sliding his lips over yours, and you didn’t want to admit to yourself that the sensation made something twist deep in the pit of your stomach.

when you moaned against his lips, his hand captured your jaw, keeping you trapped beneath him as his hips snapped against yours. his cock stretched you out again and again and coriolanus was relishing every sigh and gasp you gave him as he fucked you.

“you’re squeezing me so tight, doll.” professor snow’s voice was strained, his teeth gritted as he began thrusting into you harder. the hand at your jaw traced to your throat, and you looked up at him through your lashes in fear when he started choking you.

“professor!” you forced the word out past the crushing hand at your throat and you swore you felt his cock twitch inside you in response.

his pace was relentless. after feeling tortured by you for an entire semester, coriolanus snow was going to take what he believed he was owed, whether you liked it or not.

the fingers at your throat tightened and your eyes widened in terror when his second hand wrapped around your throat as well.

each stroke of his cock made your sensitive clit tingle with overstimulation and you couldn’t stifle your whines any longer as you were pushed over the edge.

you squeezed your eyes shut when you came, unable to look at your professor after he made you come undone against your will for the second time that night.

his grip on your throat strengthened as you tightened and spasmed around his length, and you hopelessly gasped for air that wouldn’t come. you were beginning to feel lightheaded now, the pain of his hands constricting your neck was making your vision grow fuzzy around the edges.

the blond’s hips snapped against yours furiously, punishingly; and desperately scratching at the hands at your throat only seemed to make him choke you harder.

you were petrified at the thought that if you didn’t do anything to stop him, you were about to die, but his hold on you was so tight that you couldn’t get away. he was so much bigger than you, there was no way you could overpower him.

as your vision slowly faded away, you heard professor snow groan loudly, thrusting into you a few more times before pushing himself as deep as possible and gripping your thighs tightly as he spilled his sticky seed deep into your sore, weeping cunt.

and then everything went black

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feistyfreaks · 6 months

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REQUEST IF UR OK WITH THEM!! dbf!miguel is so hot… hairy dad bod. knos what he’s doing. smells hella expensive (downside is that his breath smells like corona LOL)…

inspired by one of ur works - i can just imagine reader sitting in miguel’s lap nd getting fingered in her bedroom while everyone is downstairs drunk out of their minds, perhaps a family get together nd miguel got invited bc duh he’s basically second family

as much as miguel wants to breed reader nd fck her to oblivion he’s a smart man nd doenst want to risk getting caught nd losing his fav doll :( .. (even tho that scene turns him on) so fingering it is. but i can just IMAGINEEEEE the words he’ll be saying to her.. commenting on how tight she is.. how loud, creamy nd wet her coochie is.. how he wish he can just stick his dick in it.. lord the thoughts

i’m not good at describing the scene so sorry if i’m just saying a lot of nothing 😔 BUT INCLUDE SQUIRTING AND DEGRADATION LOL THX I LOVE UR WORK

( ! porn with a taboo subject ! ) don’t like it? don’t read it.

lo prohibido ⋆·˚ ༘ *. 🤍

pairings ❀⋮ dbf!miguel x afab!reader

₊❏❜ content⋮ huge age gap (reader is 18-19 n miguel’s in his early 40’s again 😭.) fingering, degrading, humiliation, squirting, dirty talk, sex with a taboo subject, sorta sneaking out, and underage drinking.

note⋮ i’m sorry if i took a while love, i legit had to write this like three times because tumblr wasn’t saving my drafts 😪🙏🏼. but ughh yess i agree dbf!miguel is 😩!! I LOVE THIS SCENARIO. ur good don’t worry, n tysm anon 🫶🏼💋

you finished laying the plates and setting the utensils out on the large rectangular table that you were helping your mom with. you were excited for the family gathering. not just because you were going to see your family — but because you’ll see him again.

you wore the dress he had given you a few months ago; light grey and short that hugged your curves tightly, giving you that snatched waist effect. telling you to wear it on occasions like this because.. he likes easy access.

you paired the pretty dress with white soft - round at the toe - wedged heels. the door bell rung as you walked towards the door eagerly, flattening your dress like the good girl you were before opening it and welcoming in the guests; aka your family.

“hola como estan?” you ask, wrapping your arms around your aunt, kissing her cheek as the others step inside. (hey aunt, how are you guys?) “bueno mi amor, gracias por preguntar. y como esta mi princesa?” your aunt asked, pecking a kiss on your cheek. (good my love, thank you for asking. and how is my princess?)

“estoy bien gracias tia.” you smile. (i’m doing great, thank you aunt.)

“vaya, ese vestido realmente te queda bien, hija.” your aunt compliments. (wow, this dress really looks good on you.) “guau chica!” (wow girl!)

you laughed, clasping your hands together. “gracias tia, me alegra que te haya gustado tanto como a mí.” (thank you aunt, i'm glad you like it as much as i do.)

“ay, ¿dónde está tu papá?” your uncle asks, voice gruff. “èl está afuera preparando la carne asada.” you answer. (he’s outside preparing the grill/barbecue.) your uncle nods, grabbing the box of coronas and slides the back door open. “let’s drink!” you hear your uncle yell out with an accent as you giggle. your aunt rolls her eyes in disappointment. “que tonto.“ she grumbled. (how stupid.)

you kept the door open, greeting in your older cousins and traditionally kissing their cheeks. “oh my gosh y/n, i haven’t seen you in like three billion years!” your cousin exaggerates as she hauls you into a big hug. “oh, i know right!” you squeal as you greet your fathers other drinking buddies, preparing yourself for one hell of a night.

“perdón, tuve que hacer algunos mandados.” miguel apologized, entering the house. (sorry, i had to do some errands.) “miguel!” you grin widely. “ay mija is that you? guau, you’ve grown so much. mírate, te ves hermosa.” he says, patting your head as you kiss his cheek. (wow, look at you, you look gorgeous.)

you could legitimately say the same for him except he looked hot with that white button up that was buttoned half way; sleeves rolled up to his thick forearms, black slacks paired with black leather chairman’s and a heavy watch wrapped around his wrist as you ogled his veiny hands. oh gosh. and that smile. you could stare at it all day.

“ay miguel, te ves sexy.” you whisper in his ear quietly, placing your hand on his chest as you hugged him. he smiles, leaning in to return the kiss on your forehead as he pulls back.

“i bought you your favorite chocolates, pequeña.” miguel grins, grabbing your hand and hooking the bag onto your fingers. “gracias.” you smiled, staring up at him. “y tu papá?” (your dad?) “afuera.” you hummed, walking him outside where your dad was barbecuing. (outside.)

“miguel mi buen amigo! la carne casi está lista para comer.” your dad fists bump miguel. you and your cousin give each other a look. (miguel my good friend, the meat is almost ready to eat.) “aquí hermano, bebe.” your uncle greets miguel by hitting his back and offering him beer. (here brother, drink.) your uncle turns on the radio, blasting rancheras on the speakers. your cousin walks towards you handing you her drink; opening the cap as you take a couple of glances at miguel from the corner of your eye before chugging some of the beer down. the alcohol tingling into your system as you both head back inside to help your mom finish cooking.

✧.*

“la comida está lista.” you hear your dad call out, “ven a comer, lleva tu comida adentro.” (the foods ready, come and eat, take your food outside.)

your family gets busy entering in and out of the house taking their seats with their big plates of food; and miguel just so happened to take the empty seat right next to you. the strong smell of alcohol fills your nostril as soon as your uncle follows behind you dad, already drunk. as expected. “¿qué carajo van a comer si su comida fue la cerveza que bebieron?” your tia scolds the men at the table. you take a quick glimpse at miguel who’s noticeably a little tipsy. (what the hell are they going to eat if their food was the beer they drank?)

your uncle bursts into laughter as your tia hits him in the back of his head angrily, and the room fills with noisy laughs from your family. the table gets loud and busy with people eating, chattering and drinking. miguel can’t help but stare at you with hunger, not for the food. but for you.

you ignore his stare, facing your cousin who’s gulping down her beer. you get busy with finishing your own plate, picking up a conversation with your cousin; gossiping about university drama and what not. you reach for your drink taking a sip before you felt a large hand squeeze your thigh.

you practically choked on your drink, giving miguel a hard side eye. he gave you a sly smile; giving you that look and you knew what he was up to. “you good?” your cousin asks, almost tipping over her own drink. “i-*cough* am f—*cough* ine.” you choke out, putting on your best act.

“si me d-disculpan, necesito usar el baño.” you forced an excuse to a mob of scolding and drunk people. (if you’ll excuse me, i need to use the restroom.) your soft voice didn’t compete with the loud crowd, so you just got up. walking towards the dark hallway and waiting for miguel to excuse himself as you sigh.

you walk upstairs, miguel following behind as his shoulder slides against the wall. you finally get to the second level, pushing him into your room and closing the door. locking it secure.

“what the hell was that about? we could’ve gotten caught.” you lectured miguel. “you know we can’t do this..” you whisper, but he lifts your chin and wraps his arm around your waist, completely ignoring your warning as he kisses you.

you inhaled the smell of beer. “estas borracho no?” you murmur, but were shushed when he pushed you onto your bed. continuing to make out with you and taking things further as his hand creeps up your dress. (you’re drunk aren’t you?)

“just a little.” miguel’s voice is husky yet soft when he pulls away from you, his hard on rests against your thigh and his smirk is devious. you reach to unbutton more of on his shirt and catch a glimpse of his hairy chest.

things escalate as you attempt to straddle his lap, but before you could even get your own way and dryly hump him — he turns you around, your back coming in contact with his front. his hand travels down your stomach and tugs your dress up. “miguel.” you groan, exhaling a heated breath. his lips brush against the shell of your ear slowly sliding his hand down further into your panties. he grins; kissing your earlobe and licking the flesh hotly. his forefinger rubs small digit eights on your clit as you try your best to not make too much noise.

your pleas dissolve into soft moans and whimpers as they bounce off the walls within your bedroom, “you get wet so easily.” you hear miguel groan.

“you get turned on so easily with my teasings, don’t you pequeña?” he hums, his fingers messily rubbing against your slit; collecting your moisture. “it’s all your fault.” you whine, desperate for more. “can you just fuck me already?”

“baby, if i could i would.. but it’s too risky.” he coos, sliding his thick digit into your pussy. “so tight my other finger doesn’t fit.” he growls, feeling up your ridgey walls. “how do you expect to take this big of a dick hm?” he chuckles, “so wet n warm, wanna stuff my cock in this tight pussy n fuck you all day.”

you moan as his fingers slide in and out of your hole; you spread your legs farther for better access. the excitement sent a wave of euphoria to wash over you.

yet the desperation, the need miguel had to fuck you right there was undeniable. the way you clamped and tightened around his fingers drove him insane.

“you love getting your pussy played with don’t you baby? you’re just a whorish cumslut f’me.” he degrades, “have you creamin’ all over her daddy’s best friend, such a fucking whore aren’t you y/n?” he mutters. “what would everyone think if they knew that their precious little girl was all a facade and in reality a freak show?”

before you could say anything he cut you off again; “n why is a big girl like you still doing with stuffed animals on her bed?” he teases.

“b-because they’re cute — oh!” you tried to snap back, but midway your back arched, hips rolling forward into his palm. you felt embarrassed, and humbled.

“well why don’t we entertain them for the moment, think they’ll enjoy watching you writhe pathetically for me?” he laughs, forcing another finger inside you as the pace he set increases.

“so cute yet so slutty.”

“oh fuck!”

miguel’s hot breath fans your ear as he spits out vulgar profanities, and with each shove of his fingers your eyesight flashes with a blur. his fingertips hit that sweet gummy spot inside you that sent you over the edge - your clit palpitates as you spurt out your orgasm. “there she goes, go ahead baby, cum.” he coaxes you into your orgasm. you make a wet mess on your bed as your moans were muffled into miguel’s palm. your breaths were heavily unsteady, back curved into a perfect arch and thighs enclosed around his hand.

your back slumped into his chest, tired n out of breath. “mira el puto lío que hiciste.” he chuckles. (look at the fucking mess you made.)

#ff⋆reqs 🧁#ff⋆inbox 📬#hornyhour #feistyfreaks #miguel o’hara smut #spiderman 2099 x reader #no nut november #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #kinktober

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flamingpudding · 10 months

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Part 8 of Ghost Kid in Gotham

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Ghost Cult Guides and Light Silhouettes

Duke had avoided the family drama that was brewing in the manor all day. In the morning he had been too tired to deal with the families usual drama when he had walked in on Dick having gotten bitten by a child that Damian appeared to take care and shined way to bright for him who had just gotten out of a sleepy daze, while Tim and Jason were laughing at the eldest expense.

Lunch he had the excuse by being in the library studying but now that it was dinner time he knew he couldn't avoid it any longer. It was time to see and face whatever craziness this family has gotten themselves into. He knew Bruce was home already but according to the group chat message from Dick the man had locked himself into his office and was brooding again.

The eldest made sure to tell them not to worry and that the reason would be explained by the family dinner Alfred was organizing and had invited everyone too. A must attend event and probably the reason why Dick was going to stay longer in Gotham than he had originally planned.

Well, that was going to be a whole other dinner to go through once everyone was available. For now, he was hopeful in for a nice and calm dinner.

Sitting down at the table he was sort of surprised to find that he was the only one there yet.

"Alfred?" He asked carefully as the butler placed down plates for the others. "Where are the others?"

"Master Jason is attempting to avoid Master Tim, who is very insistent in finding out Master Jason's connection to an occult. Master Damian is currently showing Master Danyal the barn, and Master Richard is still talking to Master Bruce."

Duke nodded. Okay, that's fine. Wait Danyal? Was that the kid he had gotten a bright glimpse of this morning? "Who is Danyal?"

Alfred only smiled softly and Duke couldn't help but wonder, not realizing that Alfred didn't answer his question at all as Jason made his entrance and unceremoniously plopped down in a chair by the end of the table looking like a mix between annoyed and tired.

"Jason! You did not just walk out on me like that! I need to know why you can read these occult sigils!"

Tim stormed in right after aggressively pointing at an open page in the book he was holding. So that was the occult thing Alfred mentioned. Looked like Tim had been pestering Jason all day about that considering how obsessed the other could become with cases.

"For the last time I have never been in a ghost cult!" For a second Duke wondered how many times 'last time' had been said considering the tired and frustrated look Jason was giving Tim. It was strange anyway to see Jason still in the manor if he was this frustrated with the other and Bruce was home too.

Their arguing was sort of amusing so Duke kept quiet and listened to them arguing, wondering how long it would take for them to notice him. Considering, Tim even took the seat right next to him. At least this way he could get a sneak peak of the book Tim was referencing here.

[...Ruler of the realm connecting the universes together supported by the ghosts of ancient time. The sigils covering the artifacts are what keeps their presence in our dimension. A circle created from chalk with the sigils spelling in our known language 'Oh Ruler of the other side, Soul of the old, Ancient of War, King of the Realms. I plead to you to hear my calling' will have a summoning success of 40% and sacrifices no longer… ]

Duke side eyed Tim and decided Steph was never to find out about that book. It was bad enough that whatever the other was working on had him reading a book like that. Duke didn't need Steph to read it and to decide that they all try one of the summoning the book apparently listed. Worst case Tim would go fully along with this in support of whatever he was working on. What did get him this obsessed with…. Duke eyed the book title… 'Ghost Cult 101 How to properly communicate with the other side'.

Yea, he did not want to get involved with that but knowing his luck he would anyway. Just as Duke looked away ready to focus his attention on something else, since the two arguing still hadn't noticed his presence, he had to cover his eyes as a freaking brightness entered his vision of the dining room that had him groaning.

"I need sunglasses." He muttered apparently loud enough for everyone to notice as he covered his eyes with his hands and desperately blinked at the darkness they provided.

"Dude you okay?"

"No."

"Danyal, wait!"

He heard someone chirp and for a second he wondered if the others were pulling a prank on him or making fun of him until he felt a small hand pulling on him. Carefully he peaked through his fingers and blinked.

The brightness was reduced and not as strong as it had been earlier. He looked at where a small hand was pulling on him and came face to face with a mini version of Damian with glowing green eyes and also noting the dimmed glow around the kid. Before he could even ask who that kid was, he noticed the light forming a silhouette behind the kid.

"What?" Unconsciously he patted the kids head as he stared at the light silhouette that definitely looked like the Damian he knew. The Silhouette sort of looked sheepish and seemed apologetic to him.

"Thomas?" / "Duke?" He ignored Tim and Damian too focused on the figure. Not even noticing how Damian was next to him looking every bit ready to pull the kid away, he was still patting uncousciously, eyeing him carefully. While Tim was closely observing them.

"How the hell is that kid not hissy with him? Or even attempting to bite him?!" Jason on the other hand complained loudly standing and leaning with his hands on the table.

"Duke, what do you see?"

Before he could even answer, the silhouette made a shushing sign and grinned before disappearing. The light it formed returned to the kid that blinked at him now with blue eyes and Duke blinked back at the kid stunned.

"Um, who is that kid?" He asked in return very confused by what he just saw turning to look at the others for answers. Ignoring that he did not answer Tim's question earlier. Whatever that was, it wanted him to stay quiet about it by the looks of it.

Duke would wait for an explanation of who that Damian look-a-like child was, before deciding if he should tell the others or not.

Suddenly he felt a sting on his fingers and he yelped attention returning to the boy he had been patting and finding the kid nibbling on his finger with sharp teeth giving him an annoyed look.

"Danyal! No, what did I tell you about biting others?" Damian was instantly by the kids' side taking them away from him and seating the boy on the other side of the table.

"What the fuck?! That wasn't even a full bite? Where is the hissing and biteyness?!"

"What?" Rubbing the finger that got nibbled at he stared at the others. "He bites?"

"Normally yes. Maybe he just finds Jason to be the tastier chewtow. We should test it out if he will bite you again." Tim seemed interested and amused at the same time as he studied the kid that now sat quietly on the opposite of Duke. The kids sole focus was now on Jason with a strange clint again, was the boy even blinking?

"Drake, stop wanting Danyal to bite others or suggest them as bait for my brother."

"Wait Brother?"

All three turned to him and Damian opened his mouth to say something as Dick entered the room looking exhausted but smiled when he saw them. Wasn't he supposed to just have a talk with Bruce? Did that art out into one of their famous fights?

"Oh hey Duke. Looks like you meet our youngest brother teethling Danny already!" The eldest walked over to them and reached out a hand to pat the kid sitting next to Damian. Duke watched with a sweat drop how the boy's head instantly turned to Dick hissing and bearing his teeth and snapping them in his direction and causing the oldest to pout.

"I guess I have." He slowly offered as an answer, still very much confused, knowing that he needed a little bit more of an explanation from them. He heard a sigh next to him and turned to Tim.

"You were asleep by then. But Jason got attacked by a child-"

"I did not."

"-last night and that child turned out to be Damian's brother."

"So Bruce has another blood child." Well that also explained why the kid looked so much like Damian and most likely also why Bruce wasn't here but, according to Dick, was brooding in his office.

"So is the kid a meta?" He tried to ask carefully but that was not very easy and considering the light show he had gotten earlier it was either that or the boy harbored some other big secret.

"Why do you ask?"

His eyes went to the boy that was still hissing at Dick sitting at the edge of his chair closest to Damian not paying any of them any attention at all it seemed.

"The kid glows or it had a pretty bright glow earlier now it's more dimmed. Easier on my eyes too." That was probably the safest to say, he still wasn't sure if he should tell them about the Damian look-a-like light silhouette.

"Well…" Tim started carefully, clearly looking for the right words.

"Danyal died when he was eight and apparently got revived and severely contaminated by Lazarus Water." Damian stared at him and Duke couldn't help but straighten under the stare and gulped. "Thomas, what did you see earlier?"

There was really no hiding anything from this family, well he didn't put that much effort into it either. He mentally apologized to the light silhouette as he glanced at the still hissing child before turning his attention to the others.

Not noticing the small flicker of green as Danny's eyes looked at him just as quickly before turning back to Dick and his offending hand that still tried to pat him.

"There was a light figure right behind the little guy. It looked exactly like Damian, though thinking about it now its hair had a different cut and they looked like they were wearing a hazmat suit with a logo on the front."

"Just to clarify. The spirit looked the same age as Damian?" Tim further questioned and Duke nodded.

"Do you think that could be a manifestation of Danny's actual age?" Dick asked withdrawing his hand from the boy who in turn finally stopped hissing turning his attention to the food that Alfred placed down before the child.

"His actual age?"

"As I said before, Thomas. Danyal died at the age of eight. That was eight years ago. If he had lived he would be the same age as me right now." The formerly youngest explained, his attention split between watching the child next to him and their discussion.

Duke gapped, ready to ask more but then Alfred placed a plate before him and smiled at them all, the kind of smile that had all of them stiffening.

"I believe further discussion in regards to Master Danyal's situation can wait until after dinner, yes?"

They all agreed and focused on the meal that had been prepared for them. Well Duke guessed any further questions he had, could wait until after dinner espacially with the way Alfred was making sure they ate.

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austonwithan-o · 11 months

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Summer Job- Trevor Zegras x Reader

After a certain boy walks into your hair salon. How could you say no to him asking you on a date? I mean customer satisfaction right?

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No warnings!

You had just recently moved to Bedford, NY to live with your grandparents. They offered for you to live with them during the summers when it was too expensive for you to fly back to Portland where your parents lived. Attending NYU completely on scholarship you didn’t have time for a job during the school year. You did cut hair on the side for some of your friends and they paid you some which covered some weekend excursions but nothing too crazy. Little did you know that side hustle would lead to you meeting the love of your life.

Sitting in your bed you scrolled through job listings, a lot of grocery stores, gas stations, target, fast food places were hiring but nothing really caught your eye. Annoyed you closed your laptop letting out a groan.

“I refuse to work at McDonald’s mom. I’m not coming home smelling like fries and grease and it’s a whole 40 minute drive from here! There’s literally nothing interesting here.” You were annoyed with the sparse selection of employment available and despite your obvious disappointment your mom let out a laugh much to your dismay.

“Honey I know you don’t wanna come home smelling like a fast food place but you’re gonna have to choose something. Plus it’s just for the summer! Just like what, 2 months? You can survive 2 months y/n or here maybe ask grandma and grandpa if they have any friends who have businesses. They know a lot of people around there.” Her voice rang through the speaker phone on your nightstand, it wasn’t a horrible idea, your grandparents did have a great reputation in the town and a lot of friends.

“Hmm you’re not wrong?” You said picking up your phone, “I’m gonna go talk to them it’s dinner time anyways.”

“Alright sweetie I love you! Have a goodnight and keep me updated on the job hunt.”

“Will do momma! Love you too!” Hanging up and making your way downstairs the smell of your grandmas food was heavenly. You loved it here.

“Oh perfect! I was just about to call you down!”

Your grandpa said pulling a chair out for you to sit. You smiled and thanked him as he pushed it in.

“So grandpa I was on the phone with mom, looking for jobs with her and I was wondering if you knew anyone who would be willing to hire me for the summer? I mean there’s fast food and restaurants and stuff but I just thought maybe you’d have more, I guess, connections around here?” Taking a bite of the chicken on your plate. There was a few seconds of silence before your grandma spoke.

“You know I actually do know someone who’s hiring but are you good with hair? My friend Carla has a hair studio 10 minutes into town and she’s looking for another employee.”

Bingo.

“I can cut hair! I have a little side hustle at school cutting hair for like $10. I mean I’m not professional but I’m definitely not bad at it. I can also style and dye hair too!” This was the perfect job you thought plus the tips would be great!

“Her name is Carla! I’m going in tomorrow to get my hair trimmed. I’ll introduce you to her, she’s such a sweet lady!” Your grandma said, “We will leave around 11? My appointment is at 11:15 and I like getting there a bit early.”

You agreed. After dinner you spent a few hours playing cards and chatting with your grandparents eventually heading up to your room.

You woke up around 10:30am a little tired from staying up watching hair tutorials refreshing your memory on how to cut hair but you didn’t need much reminding.

You showered, got dressed and ran downstairs grabbing the keys to your old Jeep.

“Grandma I’ll drive!” You exclaimed rushing out the door.

“Alrighty I’ll be there in a second.”

The drive was peaceful. Driving through the colorful country you couldn’t help but admire how nice and green everything around you was. Your thoughts were interrupted by your grandma.

“I don’t know if you watch hockey at all but Carla has a little bit of a celebrity customer you know.” She smiled, “I’ve met him before his name is Trevor Zegras. He’s a hockey player. I’m not sure which team but he’s a cutie. Maybe you’ll get to cut his hair.” She shot you a wink making you roll your eyes.

“Ah yes grandma I definitely need a hot hockey player boyfriend to distract me all summer.”

“He’s a very charming young man! I bet you two would hit it off!” You laughed at her statement. A relationship was definitely the last thing on your mind for the summer. Making friends? That would be fun but definitely no boyfriend.

“Grandma you know I don’t need a boyfriend. I mean especially since I would just be leaving to school in a few months.”

“You never know y/n! People come into your life for different reasons.”

You smiled at her words but it was true. You didn’t want a summer fling. It wasn’t your style. If you were gonna date someone it was going to be serious and having a hockey boyfriend was definitely not on your list of things you needed.

You arrived at the hair salon. The sign displayed on top read, “Bedford Village Hair Design” it was a cute little shop. You could see a few workers at their stations and a few customers in the chairs. You both walked in hearing the chime of the bells, “Alice! Good to see you! You’re a bit early but I’ll just get you started over here-“ the woman who you assumed to be Carla gave you a wide smile.

“And who might you be?” She asked pulling you into a hug.

“Carla this is my granddaughter y/n! She’s staying with me for the summer and I brought her here to introduce her to you! She’s looking for a summer job and I think she would be perfect for your salon!” She said as she sat down in the seat, you followed close behind the two, standing beside Carla.

“Well I definitely wouldn’t be apposed! Can you cut men’s hair? I have more and more male clients coming in and I need more help around here!” Carla spoke trimming away at your grandmas hair. She was definitely not new to this.

“Yes! I cut my guy friends hair all the time in school. It’s like a little side hustle so I can make some money during the year.” You explained.

“You know what that sounds great! If you want just swing by tomorrow let’s say around 9:30am and you can start if that’s okay with you? I have someone coming in at 9:45am who you can do. He’s very sweet.”

“That sounds awesome! Thank you so much!”

You waited in the corner for your grandma to be done her hair which took about 20 more minutes and with that you both left after.

The next morning you woke up throwing on a flowy floral dress trying to match the vibe of everyone’s outfits yesterday. You wanted to make a good first impression so you took your time with your hair and makeup. Rushing out the door it was 9:15 by the time you left luckily there’s never any traffic in the small town.

Walking inside the small business you were greeted by Carla and another worker Gracie. She was around Carla’s age and very very sweet as well.

“Hi you must be y/n!” She greeted you giving you a hug.

“Yes! It’s good to meet you?”

“Gracie! My name is Gracie! Well I’ll give you the heads up since you’re new I’m gonna let you take my regular client at 9:45 today. His name is Trevor! He’s very nice so don’t be intimidated and he will let you know how he wants his cut.” She said handing you an apron.

For some reason your heart dropped a bit but you didn’t know why. You hadn’t even met the guy let alone seen his face and already freaking out.

“Are you sure? I mean I can take someone else if you want-“

“Lovely don’t be silly! I insist don’t worry he won’t bite you! I’ll still be here I’ll just be organizing in the back and Carla will be in the front or back with me.” She said and with that the sound of the door opening and the bells jingling made you freeze in your place.

“Carla! Gracie! And new girl?” You shyly turned around to face him. His smiled was so bright and his eyes were so pretty. He walked over and gave Carla a hug all while scanning you up and down. He pulled away eventually giving you a firm handshake. His touch sending sparks up your arm, making butterflies form in your stomach.

Oh my God he was gorgeous.

“Trevor this is y/n! Y/n this is Trevor! She’s gonna be cutting your hair today Trevor.” Gracie said grabbing his hand. His eyes hadn’t left yours and you could sense the nervous energy radiating off of his tall figure. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair which fell perfectly back into place framing his chiseled features.

“Oh cool! I’ll get a buzzcut this time.” The two older women let out exaggerated gasps slapping his shoulder making him laugh.

“Hey I’m kidding! You know I’d never do that Carla.” You couldn’t help but laugh as well at their reaction. You were already loving this job and you’d been there for about 10 mins.

“Trevor the day you get a buzzcut is the day I officially quit my job.” She handed you a barbers gown and he followed your lead by sitting down in the chair letting you throw it over him securing it in the back. Your hands were shaking and he could feel it as you tied the back lightly brushing the back of his neck.

“Alright y/n let me know when you’re done, I’m going to help Gracie in the back. Trevor no buzzcuts.” She gave him another light slap on the shoulder and he shot her a wink. The two ladies walked off exchanged glances at the two of you.

“You can lean back and I’ll wash your hair first.” He followed your directions placing his head in the neck rest.

“I’ve been coming here for a long time and I’ve never seen you here or around here for that matter. Where you from?” Trevor asked looking at you. You refused to make eye contact with him because you knew you’d fold under his eye contact.

“I’m from Portland but I live here in the summer times and I go to school at NYU.” You explained as you massaged his scalp with the shampoo.

“Oh that’s sick! Yeah I live here during the summers but I’m in Cali most of the year.” He was very obviously enjoying you running your hands through his hair and you couldn’t deny. You did as well.

“My grandma comes here a lot. She said you play hockey huh? I didn’t know there were hockey teams in California.” You admitted almost feeling a bit stupid letting those words leave your mouth. Trevor grinning at your remark.

“It’s a weird place for ice hockey that’s for sure but yeah the Anaheim Ducks. I’m guessing you don’t watch hockey?”

“Not at all. I’m not huge into sports but I played volleyball in high school.” You rinsed his hair off then wrapped his hair up in a towel and motioned for him to move to the hair cutting seat. His height shocked you a bit more when he stood up letting you really observe him. You caught the smell of his cologne as he walked by sitting down in the chair. You couldn’t get enough of him but you were fighting the feelings.

“I’ll have to get you to watch a few games. It’s important if we’re friends you watch hockey or at least know how the game works.” He stated looking at you through the mirror making it harder to concentrate with his gaze.

“Also, keep the shape but just make it a bit shorter. It’s kind of hard to see now.” Trevor grabbed a front strand of his hair pulling it down his face to see how long it was.

“Oh so we’re friends now?” Teasing him a bit. You snipped away at his hair following his request. You couldn’t help but notice all the tattoos on his arms as well letting your eyes scan his features more.

“I mean I’m trusting you with my hair so of course we’re friends but let’s say I ask you out on a date. Would that make or break the friendship.” The question caught you off guard.

Y/n you just said you weren’t gonna date anyone. Tell him no.

“I mean I don’t see how a date could hurt the friendship. I’m free anytime past 4 when the salon closes.” You couldn’t believe you just said that. It was like you had no control.

“Perfect I’ll pick you up at 4 tonight. What you’re wearing is perfect.” You blushed at his comment. Finishing up his hair and blow drying it. He stood up and you shook the barber cape off. You did a pretty good job you couldn’t lie.

“You know I might have you cut my hair from now on beautiful.” He turned around to face you.

“I mean I charge more so if you’re fine with that I’m fine with that.” Joking obviously you walked over to the wall grabbing a broom to sweep up all the hair you cut off.

“Worth every penny. I’ll pick you up at 4 from here. Leave your car here and we’ll just take mine.” Carla came back to the front soon after.

“Yay no buzzcut! You did really well Y/n.” Carla gave you an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

Trevor made his way up to the front with Carla to pay while you cleaned up the hair on the floor.

“I’ll see you tonight y/n.” Winking at you he left the salon.

“I’m guessing you two hit it off huh?” Carla smirked.

“I mean I wouldn’t deny it.” You blushed at her comment making her laugh.

“He’s a great kid y/n. I wouldn’t let him near you if he wasn’t.” Carla smoothed out her apron retreating to the back again.

This was gonna be a very interesting summer and an even more interesting school year.

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Tbh idk how I feel about this one but oh well

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Getting ready for winter

Temperatures have started to dip below freezing so I spent some time last week on winterizing chores.

After watching (and paying) the landscaping company blow out our sprinkler system last year, I was able to do it myself this year. My compressor is only 40 gallons so it takes longer, but I install the snow sticks along the driveway while waiting for the compressor tank to refill.

My big innovation this year is a new home built solution for containing snowblower snowmelt while also preventing rust marks on the garage floor from the steel skid plates. I found this large tub and four small ramps on Amazon and then connected the ramps with steel joist hangers from the hardware store. I’m very proud of it.

We also have a lot of heat tape on the roof and in the gutters to prevent ice dams. Last year the installers just plugged them in with thermo cubes which meant that the tape was on whenever the temp was in a certain range, even if there wasn’t any snow present. Heat tape draws a lot of current so it’s expensive to use, so installed Lutron remote controlled exterior plugs and SwitchBot digital thermometers so I can turn them on from my phone when they are needed. Unfortunately the new plugs required me to install new outlet covers too.

The last chore was cleaning pine needles off the roof and gutters. I’m thankful we don’t have deciduous trees so we don’t have to rake leaves, but the small fir needles can be troublesome. Even though I have gutter guards, the needles were able to get through the guard and clog the gutter.

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random0lover · 1 year

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Bar/Pub Owners!141, Los Vaqueros, König, and Kate Laswell Head Canon’s

Word Count: 943

Warnings: talk of drunk people, liquor, harassment is mentioned, blood is mentioned one time. I think that’s it, if not please let me know!

Notes:So I’m watching Drink Master’s on Netflix right now and all I can thing about bar/pub owners!141 with los vaqueros, Kate and König. I also keep imagining it to be like a high end type of bar (so expensive af) and they even have a kitchen but it’s limited menu.

More Notes: This is so random and I literally sat and wrote this down in a spur of the moment. Also haven’t posted anything in a bit and kinda feel bad about it but I promise I’m working on a request and the next part to Open Wounds (both the fluff part and the angst one). This is slightly edited but not really.

Gaz and Soap would 100% be bartending. They get the people relaxed and everyone feeling comfortable. Definitely a lot of laughter coming from the bar! They also have a wide range on non-alcoholic drinks to and are very adamant about no one feeling pressured to drink. Also, for the people that don’t know or just don’t have a lot of knowledge on drinks, they keep cute little menu’s that have descriptions of the drinks sat out in little baskets that anyone can grab form incase you are to nervous to ask about drinks! (This was totally König’s idea and no one can convince me otherwise. Oh! And Soap is the one that drew out the designs for them!)

Rudy and Alejandro do all the cooking (y’know they make some bomb ass food- don’t even try to lie) They go all out with presentation and flavors are always top notch. Difference between their food and other high end bars is they don’t serve plates of food that only the center of the plate has food on it, no their food covers the whole plate. So if you’re paying 40 dollars for one plate, it’s definitely worth it all the way.

Ghost and König are kinda like security but instead of making it obvious that they are security they try to just blend in with the crowd by sitting at a table with a drink or ordering from the bar. They do this because people tend to be more stupid when they think that there is no one watching them so it makes it easier for them to pin point who the idiots are pretty early. Definitely have kicked plenty of people out that get to handsy with people that don’t want that type of attention! They’ve had to call plenty of Ubers for people that were a little to drunk. So their job is really just to keep an eye on everyone to make sure everyone is okay!

Kate likes to go around and mingle with everyone so I feel like she would totally plan some themed events from time to time! Definitely makes friends (or just gets to know) with the regulars, probably does background checks on the people that linger around or people that give weird vibes. She is also all about safety for everyone so she does the best she can to take those steps like having the drink covers available at the bar where only open part of the cover is where the straw comes through, they definitely do the key word things like an angel shot or words that have different meaning on them, is very adamant about people not leaving alone or driving drunk so they are totally open to covering peoples Ubers as long as they are going home.

Price in my opinion would kinda be like the main guy over things (Kate would totally be half owner too btw) so generally he’ll be up in his office or making rounds talking to everyone to make sure everything is running smoothly. He would also try to get to know the regulars. Also, he’s definitely “went out for a cigar” and came back in with bloody knuckles after knocking some sense into a guy that was harassing a group of women (no one talk about it Soap just hands him some bandages from underneath the bar and Rudy gets him a random frozen bag of something from the freezer). If there is ever a group of women harassing a group of guys he gets Kate to deal with it if the women won’t listen to him.

Could also see Ghost filling in for either Gaz or Soap if they ever need to take a sick day or anything. He honestly makes amazing drinks just doesn’t prefer being center of attention like that and prefers being able to just observe everyone.

Any food that is left over from the night either gets distributed to everyone, given out for free, or it’ll get packed into to-go containers to be given out to the homeless… (I can totally see Rudy doing this. Man is such a sweetheart)

König has walked many people to their cars. Don’t ask I just know he does. Oh, he also had a girl ask him to do the thing where he pretends to be their boyfriend, man was so flustered but was so concerned about their safety that he pushed it aside and got the kicked out after. (They definitely did not go on a date after that 🤭)

For my GhostSoap people- Johnny 100% winks at Simon through the night and when everything’s closed down and their the last two there for the night Johnny and Simon will slow dance to whatever song is playing through the speakers.

Alejandro definitely gets distracted when taking people their food sometimes (bro is to busy flirting sometimes and taking compliments about the food) and Rudy will come out all exasperated giving him a pissed off look and will start to cuss him out in Spanish as their walking back into the kitchen 💀

Soap and Gaz will do competitions sometimes on who can make the most tips or who can make the better drink. Emphasis on the drink competitions- things will be slow as shit and they’ll randomly pull either a small group or a couple that is there and will offer them the drinks for free if they’ll just humor them. (Price gets so pissed about this sometimes because they’ll give out hundreds of dollars worth of drinks and liquor is not cheap… he’s not really mad though, he’s just happy everyone is having a good time.)

Hi, my lovelies, I hope you liked this random little hc! Feedback is appreciated but not necessary. Anyways I hope you all have an amazing day <3

Requests are open! I can not promise when or if I will write them, but I do prefer requests that are slightly more specific as I find them a little bit easier to write but it's not required. Thanks for reading my darlings ♡

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zedortoo · 10 months

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How about mr stick headcanons

Ohhhh you've opened the floodgates. Hcs under the cut (half of these are just me projecting tho). Also trying not to go over headcanons I've already done but I may retread old group on accident

he's like, mid-late 40s. A bit younger than Peppino and Gustavo but not by too much.

His bad eyesight isn't genetic. When he was a kid he whacked his head a bit too hard and his eyesight went all fucky. It got worse overtime until he was in his 20's. He's shortsighted.

He also has hand tremors cause from the same accident. They get worse when he's tired or upset but are usually very manageable. He's got a real "fuck it we ball" attitude about the whole brain damage thing

He ONLY wears expensive suits and shit. They are all orange. He will not be seen in anything else even for a quick supermarket run.

Despite living in the most insane apartment known to man and having lots of Road Blocks in his life, he's actually really happy with where he is. He never really had a goal in life and he's just taking everything one day at a time.

Really temperature sensitive. Too hot? He'll be whining about the sun giving him a headache. Too cold? He'll be complaining about getting sick or having his big ass nose freeze off.

He loves being compressed. It sounds weird but like he has several weighted blankets and he'll pile them all on top of one another and climb underneath he just likes feeling like he's being crushed between tectonic plates

He's gay but SOOOOOOO in denial it's crazy. Everyone knows he's gay apart from himself and it's hilarious.

Would fuck up the most simple recipe ever. He can't even cook toast without setting the whole apartment alight

Adding onto that. He's very unlucky in general. He's been struck by lightning so many times he's built up an immunity (cartoon logic). When you're hanging out with him you're gonna need several lucky charms to survive. It's like Milo Murphy's law did y'all see that show where the guy was voiced by weird al

IM GOING TO GET SOO MUCH SHIT FOR THIS BUT I feel like he'd like Lemon Demon. Specifically his older albums like hip to the javabean. He seems like the type of guy to like oingo boingo and shit noone understands him like I do apart from Olympe

He's usually the designated driver for the pizza tower crew because Peppino's too anxious to drive and Gustavo is such a reckless driver it's actually laughable. He DOES have his own car but it only works half the time and has several 'interesting' repairs and add-ons. (There is a whole ass fireplace in the back for heating)

He's actually the dude who helped design the don't make a sound animatronics bc he's the inventor guy. He sold them to pizzahead because they kept trying to kill him but didn't know they were used against Peppino

THIS DUDE HAS LOW IRON if he stands up too fast he will crumple in a heap on the floor and ppl think he's dead but it just. Happens. If you have low iron you get it. Also being a tall ass motherfucker doesn't work in his favor it makes the whole thing even worse (he thinks it's funny to lay out and act like a sickly victorian woman while recovering though)

THAT'S IT FOR NOW IM GETTING TIRED. goot night

#Ask #answered #pizza tower #mr stick #MR STIIIIIIICK #I'm so crazy about this loser #Me and Olympe were actually discussing some of these earlier in the night but then my mum made me get off because I was crying laughing

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bnnywngs · 1 year

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reached 500 posts today, so here's some treat for you guys 💙

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[LIFESTYLE] Lan Wangji announces engagement with influencer Wei Wuxian after leaked photos

by Su Minshan

On the last Thursday (12), an anonymous account on Weibo leaked photos of Lan Wangji and influencer Wei Wuxian on a high-end restaurant in Thailand, in what appeared to be a date.

Earlier this evening (20), the Lan Wangji's official Weibo account published a note announcing his engagement.

[picture of statement]

Lan Xichen, Lan Wangji's older brother and current CEO of Cloud Recesses conglomerate, has shared pictures with the couple in his personal account in a show of support. As well as the Jiang siblings, Jiang Wanyin and Jiang Yanli, together with the Jin heir and Jiang Yanli's fiancee, Jin Zixuan. Fashion Designer and heir of Nie Security, Nie Huaisang, had a different approach and shared a selfie with a caption saying he's, supposedly, the one who's going to design the couple's attire.

Wei Wuxian got his fame through social media, sharing pictures and videos of tourism and local cuisine, as well as vlogs of his life and tips to get discounts on expensive places. Getting more noticed when befriended Nie Huaisang, going to clubs and bars together in recent videos.

We tried to contact Lan Wangji's uncle and former Cloud Recesses' CEO, Lan Qiren, but haven't received an answer until the closing of this article.

Comments

[+1] a gold digger

[+7] definitely a gold digger

[+11] it's so obvious i had to laugh

[+31] if i had known it was so easy to fish a rich boy i would have done it since the beginning, sigh

[+40] i used to look up to him so much, but he's so dumb what the hell, and his brother supports this? even after his own scandal with that jin bastard??

"Ugh I hate it here." Wei Wuxian whined, slumping against the kitchen island and almost falling off the high stool.

"Are you reading comments on the internet, A-Ying?" his mother looked over her shoulder while cutting fruit beside the sink.

"...No..."

"Stop lying, you're bad at it."

"Ugh!"

Cangse Sanren chuckled and put the knife down "What are they saying?"

"I'm a gold digger, Lan Zhan's dumb, variations of that. They're even trying to drag Huan-ge's down again." Wei Wuxian pouted, waiting for his plate of bunny shaped apple slices.

"You? A gold digger?" Cangse Sanren laughed loudly, drying her hands "As if!"

"What are you laughing at, now?" another voice joined them.

"Baba! Mama is making fun of me!" Wei Wuxian whined loudly.

"Is she?" Wei Changze lifted an eyebrow in amusement.

"Our A-Ying is being called a gold digger by strangers on the internet." Cangse Sanren chuckled.

"Our son, a gold digger?" Wei Changze repeated in a flat voice "That's something I wanted to see."

"Hey! Stop making fun of me! I'm your son! You're supposed to love me unconditionally and protect me! You cruel, cruel, parents!"

The couple only laughed together.

"Should we leak information, then?" Wei Changze suggested, stealing a bunny apple from his son's plate.

[EXCLUSIVE] Wei Wuxian, the formerly anonymous heir of the Sanren fortune

by Luo Qingyang

Baoshan Sanren, as she is known publicly, is the most venerated politician of modern times. Winner of a Nobel prize of peace after helping those in need in various forms. Talked about in history books, as well as many authorized and unauthorized books written about her.

She is also has one of the biggest fortune in our country and in the world.

Since her rise in the political scene, Baoshan Sanren was and still is a very private person who shares little to nothing about her personal life. We know she married and then lost her husband in a earthquake, and that they had two children of unknown gender and age.

Until this week, when Baoshan Sanren's PR finally answered our emails.

Cangse Sanren, as she is to be known publicly, is the eldest daughter, married with a son. She is mainly known as "The clear sky after the rain", author of many popular books. Her husband is Jiang Corp. currently CEO, Jiang Fengmian's former right hand and rumored to be his half-brother, who left corporate life to get married.

Wei Wuxian is their son.

Although he is known as a social media influencer, few has the knowledge that he has a master's degree in engineer, and has patented various things throughout his life. Starting university when still a teenager and meeting his fiancee, a freshman at that time, in the music club later on as he was already a senior, close to graduate.

Wei Wuxian, following his grandmother steps, helps the less fortunate, giving free classes during summer, and paying the school fees of orphans.

Baoshan Sanren's youngest child wishes to remain unknown to the public, as they are still young.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji's wedding is supposed to be a quiet and intimate affair, with only their loved ones present. We wish the couple a happy marriage.

Comments

[+10] oh my god

[+21] this is what they call a plot twist

[+26] wei wuxian is richer than lan wangji, holy shit

[+33] the guy was born legendary, we had no chance

[+54] i have no words, not only he's rich but he's also a good person?? how is this possible??

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exquisitesimp · 1 year

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Caring for Kunikida after a tough day at work

A/N: Hello to everybody reading this! I'm back with a Bungo Stray Dogs short story for the Kunikida lovers (he's so underrated imo)! This time, the reader (F) is taking care of her favourite blond after a difficult and exhausting day of work at the agency. Sweet, with a hint of comedy. Thank you so much for reading and liking my post, it means a lot to me! Stay healthy, eat well and drink plenty of water! - Sam

Tags: Bungo Stray Dogs, Kunikida Doppo, Comfort, Fluff, SFW

Word Count: 2k approx.

Your relationship with Kunikida has been stable and secure since day one. It was obvious from the very beginning that he was taking what the two of you shared seriously, and making it last was something he truly wished for. And when he suggested that you moved in together, it became evident how much he wanted to keep you in his life.

Kunikida is one logical man, which is why you found it strange at first. He’s not the type of person to wear his heart on his sleeve and put such an idea forward just because he’s lovestruck. Besides, at the time, it seemed to you that your relationship was in a stage too early for this.

“Are you sure about this?”, you remember asking in uncertainty over lunch that day. “I mean, we’ve spent the night together many times, but actually living together… I don’t know, isn’t that quite a big step?”

“It’s a decision that would be beneficial to both of us”, the man replied, opening “The Ideals” and searching through his notes.

He then proceeded to read out a gigantic list of advantages, which he had prepared beforehand and took up a good amount of pages of the notebook. You didn’t need such…extensive reasoning to be convinced, but you found it endearing how much effort he put into it.

Many of his points made sense too, like cutting down on living expenses, helping each other out, keeping the home and the workplace separate, and most importantly, not being under the same roof as Dazai - he insisted that the latter would grant him a particular sense of relief.

You ended up moving together shortly after in an apartment close to the Armed Detective Agency. It’s been a couple of months now and things were great, just as you expected. Both of you lead busy lives - Kunikida more so than you, and you were each other’s support system on difficult days, and today was one of them.

You happened to leave work a little earlier than usual, so you decided to spend the rest of the afternoon cooking a nice meal for dinner. You dropped by the supermarket, bought all the ingredients you needed and headed straight home. It was just 18:00, which gave you some time to have a quick shower, change into your homewear and get some rest before hitting the kitchen.

You got some relaxing tunes playing, put your hair up with a hair clip and started cooking. Since you had the luxury to be home early, you decided to prepare a more traditional japanese dinner, which included a variety of smaller plates. While cooking, you softly swayed to the music, thinking to yourself that you couldn’t wait to treat your hard-working partner to some nice, warm food.

The hours passed. It was 21:40, dinner was almost ready, but Kunikida was not back and you were still alone. Slightly concerned, tired, and no longer in the happiest mood, you turned off the music. The sizzling of the pork cutlet in the frying pot was the only sound filling the silence of what felt like an empty home without him.

You respect his work immensely, and you understand that there are gonna be days he’ll be home late. His job is very difficult and dangerous after all, and he is especially responsible and serious about it. You tried to reassure yourself that it could be an emergency and that things like that happen all the time, but your worries got the best of you.

“He never comes home later than 20:30. Did something bad happen to him? What if the Agency is under attack? What if he got hurt as he was investigating? No, it can’t be… But if he’s fine, why hasn’t he texted or called at all? How do I know if he’s safe? If something bad happens to him I don’t know what I’m gonna do-”

Your inner paranoid monologue got interrupted as you heard footsteps from outside and the turning of keys in your door.

“Honey, I’m home”, you heard his deep, exhausted voice from across the hall.

You sighed, relieved that your love was finally back

“Welcome back, darling”, you shouted, trying to make yourself heard over the sound of the burning oil on the kitchen counter. “I’m so glad you’re back! It’s so late, you scared me to death! Is everything okay?”

There was no reply from him.

“Darling?”

It’s okay, perhaps the oil was louder after all and he couldn’t hear you.

“Dinner’s almost ready! Have a seat and I’ll serve you once it’s done”

Moments later, you felt his warm embrace softly surround you from behind.

“Darling, is everything okay-” you were about to ask, turning to face him, but he held you tighter.

“Can I hold you like this for a minute and not say much… please…?”, he whispered.

“Mhm” you nodded. It was the first time you saw Kunikida this tired.

You felt his chest gently press against your back in intervals as he took some slow, deep breaths. You lovingly caressed his forearms, which were tightly wrapped around your waist, while his chin rested on top of your head.

You cherished this sweet moment you two were sharing. Being held in his arms was so calming, it made you forget how late it was getting and how worried you were. Kunikida probably felt the same way, you noticed that his tense body was slowly relaxing.

“Thank you”, he said after a while, leaning his head down to kiss your cheek.

“Long day, darling?”, you asked.

“Mhm”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not before dinner”

“Alright then”

“Is that Tonkatsu you’re making?”

“Yup”

“It smells so good…”

“I’ve prepared may other side dishes as well”

“Perfect. I’m so hungry...”

“I can also prepare a warm bath for you while you’re eating”

“No thanks, let’s have dinner together. I’ll shower afterwards”

“As you wish”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t do this. I’ve been wearing these clothes all day”, he said, relaxing his hold on your waist.

“Don’t worry about it”, you replied, turning around and untying the red ribbon on this collar. “Let me just… get you a little bit more comfortable…”, you added, undoing the buttons of his beige waistcoat and the ones on the collar of his black shirt.

“There you go”, you said with a soft smile.

“Thank you”,

“Now, take these off, have a seat, and I’ll join you with the food shortly, okay?”. You gently cupped his face with both your hands.

“Okay”, he replied, before turning to leave, then coming back to hold your shoulders and plant a small kiss on the back of your neck.

“You look beautiful with your hair on a claw clip”, he whispered, making you subtly blush at the spontaneity of the compliment.

“Thank you darling, I’ll be there shortly”

“How do you like it?”, you inquired.

“It’s delicious”, he responded with his mouth half-full. You quietly giggled, you found it so cute.

“So, how was work?”

"Difficult..."

"Why did you have to stay so late?"

“Dazai and I were responsible for arranging the agency’s archives for the new season. Tons of paperwork, basically…”

“Dazai’s not very good with that, is he?”

“Oh don’t get me started on HIM…”

“Was he the one that threw you off schedule?”

“Obviously… Half of the work was on paper; old cases, and very confidential ones that we couldn’t afford to reveal in case a hacker attacked the agency”

“Okay, and the other half was digital, right?”

“Exactly, that’s how we work with new cases now. We decided to split things like that and work at the same time to make the process faster. And Dazai insisted on taking the digital ones”

“Mhm”

“‘I pRoOoOoMiSe, KuNiKiDa-KuUuUuNnNn, I’ll gEt iT aAaAaAaLL DoNe, I wOn’T gEt DiStRacTed!’”

You laughed at the accuracy of that. It’s true, Kunikida is very good at making people’s impressions.

“That fool got zero work done. When I looked at his computer screen, I found exactly 67 open tabs”, he ranted, as he took out his notebook, “including, but not limited to:”

“Oh my god…” you mumbled, knowing you were about to hear some very ridiculous things.

“A reddit post on how to download Goat Simulator for free, an ugly picture of me in high school - I have no idea how he accessed it - , and - stop laughing, it gets worse - his newly set up dating profile on Tinder, with his bio stating that he is ‘looking for a beautiful lady to commit double suicide with’”

This was just too funny not to laugh at.

“Poor thing…” you said, actually feeling sorry for the fact that he has to put up with Dazai’s antics, but still laughing. “I do wonder what that picture looks like though”.

“As you can probably tell, I ended up doing everything by myself, which is why I came home so late”, masterfully avoiding the remark on the high school picture.

“Yeah I can tell… It must have been exhausting”

“Yes it was… It gave me a terrible headache, but I took some aspirin before leaving the agency, so I’m fine now”

“Okay, I’m glad to hear that…”, you said, reaching out for his hand and warming it in your palms. You locked your eyes in his, making sure that he listened to every word you were about to say.

“I want you to know that I am very proud of you and the effort you’re putting in. You are very responsible, and I really admire your dedication. Rough days are expected, I’m sure you know that better than I do. It’s on days like this that I’m gonna be here for you, no matter what, and do everything I can to make it easier”

Kunikida’s expression softened. His eyes and eyebrows were now relaxed, and a little smile appeared on his lips.

“Thank you so much… It’s very important to have someone during difficult times. You might make dinner for someone every day, but on a rough day, that dinner will matter a hundred times more. I’m so grateful for your care and everything you did for me tonight”, he responded sweetly, still holding his gentle gaze.

After finishing your meal, you went back to the kitchen to do the dishes, while Kunikida was taking a shower and getting ready to go to sleep. Once you were done and went to your shared bedroom, you found Kunikida waiting for you in the futon, reading some notes from his notebook.

“How long have you been waiting for me?”

“About a quarter”

“Why? You really need to rest. Tomorrow is a brand new day”

“There’s one thing you’re forgetting about”, he pointed out, taking off his glasses and leaving them on the floor next to him

You shook your head in confusion as you lay down next to him. You were tired too, something must have slipped your mind.

“Goodnight kiss. Seven seconds on the lips every night. Releases oxytocin and reinforces feelings of connection and bonding”

“Oh, that’s right. I thought we were skipping that because you’re exhausted”

“The rules are rules”, he proclaimed as he turned to face you and show you the importance of staying disciplined.

Kunikida merged your lips together in a slow, tender, loving kiss, which slightly exceeded its assigned duration. You found it incredibly sweet that he remembered it despite his fatigue.

“Thank you for everything once again. I’m so lucky to have you by my side”, he said, pecking your forehead.

“Goodnight honey”

“Sweet dreams darling”, you whispered, gently stroking his head. Just a few moment have passed, and Kunikida was already drifting to sleep.

“Darling?”

“Hm?”

“About this high school picture of yours…”

Blunt and expressionless, he didn’t even bother to open his eyes.

“Not happening.”

A/N: The image of Kunikida wearing his black shirt with its buttons undone (especially if it's all the way down) is fueling my dirty little mind, but I'll keep it for a future piece heheh

#bungo stray dogs #kunikida #kunikida doppo #bsd #anime #anime community #bsd imagines #fluff #sfw

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oceangirl24 · 2 months

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Let's have some fun tonight. You know the drill:

An AU where Jon and Audrey are terrible roles models and Shawn is Shawn and Cory is still wrong about everything.

To have a laugh at your blorbos expense check out my favorite generators: Incorrect Generator 1, Incorrect Generator 2, Incorrect Generator 3

Audrey: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-

Shawn: A doll.

Cory: A cinnamon roll.

Jon: A sweetheart.

Audrey:

Audrey: …stop it.

Jon: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Jon and Audrey, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Shawn: Our turn, Cory! One, two, three- vanilla!

Cory, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

Jon: I just ended a four year relationship.

Audrey: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?

Jon: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship.

*Shawn and Cory fighting from across the room*

Jon: *Gently taps table*

Audrey: *Taps back*

Shawn: What are they doing?

Cory: Morse code.

Jon: *Aggressively taps table*

Audrey: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Audrey, about Cory: Apparently we're getting someone new in the group.

Shawn: Are we stealing them?

Jon: New or used?

Audrey: Wonderful responses, both of you.

Jon: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Audrey: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

Shawn: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Cory: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

Jon, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Audrey, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Shawn, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Cory, trembling: What are we playing?

Jon: You lying, cheating, piece of sh--!

Audrey: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Jon: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING SHAWN WITH ME

Cory, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Audrey: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything?

Jon: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Audrey: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you.

Jon: But I heard a siren.

Shawn: That was Cory.

Cory: Sorry, I got nervous.

Audrey: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire??

Cory: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

Shawn: Why were you microwaving a lemon???

Cory: I read boiling lemons helps cover up up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges) but I didn't own any pots.

Jon: Did you burn an orange too? How???

Cory: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

Shawn: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

Cory: That's deep.

Jon: That means that ketchup is a smoothie.

Cory: That's deeper.

Audrey: …You guys are idiots.

Jon, gesturing to Audrey: Cory, look what you did! You made Mom upset!

Shawn: Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry!

Cory: I’m sorry Mom… :(

Audrey, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

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#boy meets world #shawn hunter #jonathan turner #boymeetsworld #audrey andrews #incorrect quotes #cory matthews

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du-hjarta-skulblaka · 1 year

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Okay but for real I'm so FUCKING sick and exhausted of having to rely on the kindness of strangers just to fucking live

Rent is too expensive for this shitty little flat that has black mould in every room and pipes that leak. Food is too expensive and I spent £40 the other day on a loaf of bread, margarine, and enough cheap ass vegetables tins and frozen food for like a week and a half if we stretch it. Electricity is too expensive and £20 lasts a week of us switching every appliance and loght in the house off unless we're actively using it. We have no savings so if an emergency hits we're unbelievably fucked. I havent seen my sister in a month because train travel is, say it with me, too fucking expensive

I've applied to dozens of jobs, been told I'm not eligible for bennifits because my partner is in work, been told I'm definitely gonna get a job only to hear nothing for 2 weeks and then a boiler plate rejection if I'm lucky. What am I doing wrong? I'm happier and safer than I've been in years and I'm still having to hold my partner as they sob because they're so stressed over wether we get to live for another week. This is fucking insanity and I'm just...here. unable to help except to beg the group of wonderful kind people on here I barely know

#it hurts so much to know alfie would be doing better if id never came here #like my choices are die slowly from depression and abuse or die slowly from malnutrician and stress #im nearly 30 years old with like i years of solid work experience and the local discoint supermarket wont hire me #what the fuck is wrong. what am i doing wrong.#stress posting #im just. i needed to vent.

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2treez · 8 months

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Before dying at the age of 40 from stomach cancer, the world-famous designer and author "Crisda Rodríguez" wrote:

1. I had the most expensive car in the world in my garage, but now I have to use a wheelchair.

2. In my house there are all kinds of branded clothes, shoes and valuables, but now my body is wrapped in a small cloth provided by the hospital.

3. got plenty of money in the bank But now I'm not benefiting from that amount.

4. My house was like a castle, but now I'm sleeping on two beds in the hospital.

5. From five star hotel to now spending time in hospital moving from clinic to clinic

6. I’ve given autographs to hundreds of people but this time medical records are my signature.

7. I've been to seven barbers to get my hair done, but now — I don't have a hair on my head.

8. With a private jet, I can fly anywhere, but now I need two assistants to walk to the hospital gate.

9. Although there are many foods, now my diet is two tablets a day and a few drops of salt water at night.

10. This house, this car, this plane, this furniture, this bank, the excessive fame and glory, none of these are useful to me. None of this will relax me. "There is nothing real except death."

At the end of the day the most important thing is health.

Please be happy with how little or much you have while being healthy,have everything,have a plate to eat,a place to sleep... YOU DON'T MISS ANYTHING

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sibyl-of-space · 8 months

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Job huuuuuunt / career feelings

I'm basically facing the inevitability that I really cannot afford to try and go full-time freelancing right now. Even if I miraculously made all the connections I need at PAX and other conventions (which is unrealistic, it takes time to build up that kind of network), having an irregular income would make it almost impossible to figure out a loan repayment system that makes sense for my student loans, and those things are gonna be hanging over my head forever at that rate because I went to an expensive art school, which makes a lot of things difficult down the line. Trying to swing this would be the most short-sighted approach, which to date is basically how I've lived my life (and frankly I have no regrets about any of it) but I'm thinking now might be the time to think a little farther ahead.

I am serious about starting my own game studio in like ~5-10 years (or however long it takes). I am serious about finishing an episode of Amadeus every year for the next 5 years so that in 5 years I will have shipped a whole and complete game all by myself. No matter what the fuck else is on my plate, I am dead serious about those two things.

HOWEVER, if I want to start my own game studio in like ~5-10 years, that is going to be basically impossible if I'm still paying off my student loans. How am I supposed to deal with paying other people and figuring out business expenses if I'm still in a shitload of debt because I've been kind of pretending it doesn't exist and paying the minimum for as long as I can get away with? So I figure... shit, maybe it actually makes sense to go back to IT, and while I'm still living with my mom and saving a shitload on rent, basically live as frugally as possible and try to pay off the loans as fast as possible. I just applied to a county job where I live, and I could actually pay off my kind of massive loans in like... 2 years if I spend like I'm unemployed and work full-time.

This wasn't my favorite option but I'm warming up to it. One reason I wanted to avoid it is that I've grown SO MUCH as an artist the past 2 years because I've been working full-time ON ART; whereas if I'm working full-time doing literally anything else, such as in IT, I'm afraid I'll lose the skills I've been working so hard on (and uhh paid out the ass for). But on the other hand... shit, if I were to get a full-time job at an indie game studio, wouldn't that kind of be the same shit? Sure it would be a creative job, but it would still be working 40 hours a week on someone else's project. I still would have to develop Amadeus exclusively in my spare time/off hours. Also, frankly, the game audio job market is absolute ass, and I'm jaded to fuck and back after 2 months of trying to land something despite being - if I may be honest - insanely fucking qualified.

This is only going to work, though, if I am REALLY REALLY DISCIPLINED about working on Amadeus in my spare time. I cannot have it be a "ohhh if I have energy for it today" thing or it will never get finished. I'm making a calendar of monthly benchmarks for the game to ship episode 1 next summer, and even if I am working full-time in an IT role, I need to make sure I meet those benchmarks. Because if I ONLY pay off my loans but DON'T WORK ON THIS GAME TOO, that will be a waste of my education. I need to keep this up, no matter what.

I actually think that I can, though. Like I think this is something I can do. I have the ability to see things through when I am really, really serious about them; and I am really, really serious about this. Like I can see myself calling in to work and staying home to work on Amadeus if I have a deadline I'm not on track for.

So basically.... I might be committing to working really hard for 2 years for the payoff of a) no student debt and b) 2/5 shipped episodes of Amadeus. That puts me in a way better position 2 years out to decide what I want to do. If I can stick it out for closer to 3 years, then on top of paying off my loans, I can start building savings... and then "someday starting a game studio" starts to look more and more like a possibility.

Amadeus is my passion project, something that means the entire world to me, something I need to finish for my own personal happiness. But I also think that if, by the time I've finished it, I also am completely debt free and perhaps even have savings.... then maybe it can also be my gateway to launch that studio.

I don't know. I'm really not good at planning for the future. A 5-year plan is brand new for me and the only reason I'm considering it is because I'm serious about this visual novel I'm making. But... I think I finally came to terms with the fact that, you know, it's okay if maybe my composition skills slide a little bit while I'm working IT full-time. Because: they can, and will, come back.

I'm currently in the best cello shape I have been in my entire life, after like 8 years of neglecting cello completely. All it took was regular practicing and now it's back and better than ever. The same will be true for composition. I'm sure if I work IT full-time I will lose it a little, even if I offset that loss by working on Amadeus (which will obviously need music). But once I've paid my loans, when I'm ready to dedicate myself to it again, it WILL come back. I took meticulous notes in grad school and saved all of my most valuable homework assignments. I can re-learn it. I'm only 30 and my life is only beginning.

It's okay if I lose it a little bit, so long as I make sure to get it back.

#personal

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daisychainsandbowties · 1 year

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what are your favorite pieces of sci fi and/or fantasy media? (can be either books/comics/movies)

i didn’t read many comics because i lived in a rlly small rural town & comic books were too expensive with my reading speed. i had to pick the biggest books i could to make them last or i’d end up reading the cook books again by the end of the month. also i added video games bc that’s where a lot of my fav universes are.

books: (i could go on for 20 years but i’ll stick to a few)

wheel of time -

i got the first book i think when i was 8/9. it took me a week to get past the prologue bc i did not appreciate feeling confused but once i got to Rand & the road and the figure in the cloak i was HOOKED. i brought it to school that week & a sub teacher (legend, in hindsight) came up & was like ‘oh! that’s a great book’ and i mostly glared distrustfully at her bc teachers liked to take books off me or (hate hate) take me aside when the rest of the class were doing sums or whatever and make me read a passage to them, then drill me about the meaning of different words. i get they were trying to see if i actually had that reading level or whatever but it was mortifying. so yeah, glared at her, so sorry bc she was right. it took me years to acquire and read all of the books but been so so normal about them ever since. my favs are probably moiraine (shocker), lan, elayne (actually love her so much an unreasonable amount), mat (gender reasons) and siuan (obviously).

the book of the ancestor -

THESE BOOKS. there are nuns in this too. they are badass ninja magic nuns and a lot of them are so so gay. it’s about the found family and a little girl called Nona who probably would bite you but she’s actually the kindest softest best person in the world. her friends are all kind of gay for her; she’s kind of gay for all her friends. there are two older nuns called Apple & Kettle who are just flagrantly massive lesbians and it’s so so funny. Apple is a poisoner & Kettle is a spy and they have just such a THING going on i adore them. this trilogy is wonderful & the magic is so cool & the character dynamics are !!!!! feral there’s a Judas character there’s rivals-to-lover/ friends-to-lover. it’s a meditation on where we find meaning and in whom and what we fight for. has everything i love love love. also like… can think of two men off the top of my head in a cast of like 40 deranged women. amazing.

the fitz & the fool books -

got this on family holiday to Rome when i was 10. ignored rome in favour of reading this day and night. i read it three times in one week. barely stepped foot in the pool. it’s a gorgeous character-driven story. fitzchivalry farseer is ultimate himbo rep. also magical bonding with a wolf will get me every time. there are like two trilogies now. they r so good.

the murderbot diaries -

ghdklskdsl killer robot gains sentience. just wants to watch their TV shows & be left alone. sadly, stupid humans get in stupid situation & secunit has to endure the mortifying ordeal of being known. SECUNIT i’d die for u. the novels are pretty short but there are quite a few now & each one has a new and awesome take on artificial intelligence and self-advocacy and found family and what it means to be alive.

the broken earth trilogy -

these books ripped my heart out of my chest and i said thank you. gorgeously written. deals with rlly rlly interesting & important themes. the main character is just so cool, she’s also, like, an older woman with kids but she’s the hero and the main character and i think that’s kind of awesome. the magic SLAPS. it’s plate tectonics babey.

the black magician trilogy -

these & wot were my gateway to the fantasy genre fr fr. my friend’s mom bought her the first one and she fobbed it off on me (we were 9. she was only interested in this webside called Howrse where you pretended to own horses??) i got locked outside my house after walking home from hers and spent two hours tucked into a narrow nook outside the back door while it bucketed rain down around me. best two hours of my life. first canon queer rep i ever read. there r a bunch of trilogies now. great stuff on healing magic & sonea is so stubborn i love that for her. don’t let anyone reason with you darling.

movies:

star wars: yes yes yes we know that casper likes star wars. but casper LOVES star wars. obi-wan is my favourite character in the prequels. in the og trilogy probably han solo (i am not immune to THAT), but also as i got older Luke Skywalker too. c3po for that bitch boy energy. i owe him a lot. there is only one movie in the third trilogy & i love Finn. shame they never made the last two movies.

pirates of the caribbean: ELIZABETH SWAN. we can all blame her for my lesbian behaviour. we can all blame will turner for my gender.

the alien movies: 1 & 2 mostly, but i will watch the others with my eyes. i can’t help myself. lots of blood & gore = casper happy. blood + actual good storytelling is like porn with plot to me but i will take porn without plot. i am a simple creature. i loved NEWT because talking can be evil sometimes and also living for weeks in a deserted compound with a killer robot - what?? like it’s hard?? obvs Ripley is a legend. bush representation.

lotr: i love the books too but i grew up on the movies & my uncle only loaned me his 3-in-1 version when i was 10. i don’t know what to say don’t ever talk to me about boromir don’t ever talk to me about gimli and legolas don’t EVER talk to me about sam or frodo. unless you are prepared for a sleeping-beauty type situation where you blink and your kingdom has fallen into darkness bc i’ve been talking for 35 years.

i LOVE the movie Arrival: linguistics & aliens, non-linearity of the narrative. CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP. it’s the good tasty stuff. also mood when she arrives to teach & there are like 4 people and she’s like ‘hmm. okay.’ that’s every day of my life teaching obscure bs. i also kind of want her house. badly. and LISTEN the short story is also good but i rlly like the weird feral energy she had going on in the movie. sign me up so fast for a deranged woman in stem. (she’s in linguistics but let me have my joke. it’s basically math)

video games

mass effect: if you were here with me on tumblr in 2014 1. i’m sorry and 2. you know that liara t’soni is my wife and i’d die for her. these games gave me the most severe brainrot. no i cannot ever be mean to anyone ever but i do push that guy off the Dantius tower in ME2 because it’s funny. Aria t’Loak can [redacted] me if she wants. but yeaaaah. these games are amazing and i still genuinely burst into tears every time Leaving Earth comes on my playlist. there’s just something abt it. played the game on rec of my hot physics teacher. to nobody’s surprise. my favs are Liara (going to tell you humiliating anecdote now. one time i was talking loudly to my friend in my room while playing ME and i said ‘hey, that’s my girlfriend’ loudly and my mom burst in like !!!! YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND I WANT TO MEET HER. imagine her disappointment when it was a collection of pixels on my tv. she was like ‘…. cas. go outside.’) i also like Jack, Miranda (love a woman who is mean to me), WREX BOI, tali bc i want to smooch her helmet and because of that time she gets drunk it’s so funny. i like garrus too okay but my friend never shut up about him so i was sick of him in the same way she was sick of Brynjolf after the 500th time i said he could [redacted].

jak and daxter: aaaaahhh. the mild child neglect game. basically my mum got this when i was a toddler & one time got so engrossed trying to cross Fire Canyon she let me fall asleep in my walker. i was fine but my dad never let her or me or anyone forget about it. it’s his measure for how good things are. ‘oh, is it fall asleep in your walker good?’ i think i learned my motor skills playing this game. my hands were sucky clumsy bastards so actually it helped. i was bad at it for so long but now i can 100% the game without dying once in about 3 hours. not speedrun territory but still. it’s just!!! visually incredible. the story is so funny. whatever gender Jak has i want. Daxter was my comedic role-model so you can see how that turned out for me. it’s totally worth watching Jak & Daxter (the whole trilogy) on YT or playing it. the games of all time to me. the kind of fantasy worlds i create are still massively influenced by this. also Jak didn’t speak for the first game so he was autism rep to me as a kid even tho i had only bouts of being non-verbal & other times never shutting tf up.

ratchet & clank: same vein as jak & daxter. made by naughty dog who yes also made TLOU. so funny, so visually stunning. A Crack in Time is the best game come and fight me. but also LOVED Rift Apart bc one character had a prosthetic limb & she was rlly rlly cool. idk the sci-fi world in Ratchet and Clank is basically a shitpost but it’s also so gorgeous and so fun and makes no sense but (Daniel Craig voice) compels me though. i love the second and third games also and ALSO tools of destruction. HAS AMAZING MUSIC. such bopping. best track is probably novalis imo.

horion zero dawn: this is more recent. drives me insane. there are kind of mechanical dinosaurs and you have a bow and arrow and you fight them and Aloy is so sarcastic and so clever and so (looks into the camera like she’s on the office) about everything. it’s an amazing world & i love her little found family and the BIG ‘go the fuck to sleep’ energy she has. so stubborn love that for her.

pokemon: like i said. neighbour wanted to play GTA on PS2 without traumatising me so gave me his red gameboy and pokemon gold. then i learned to read. got sapphire for my 7th christmas + the GameBoy Advanced SP. got every game since then & I JUST LOVE POKEMON. it’s THE autism game (sorry stardew. sucks to suck) you collect little guys and you battle and you walk around and you shiny hunt and there are like 900 different pokemon now. i mean we all know pokemon anyway but yeah i was obsessed my whole life. wanted to be ash ketchum i love his attitude imo he’s a very ava silva character and i like how he says “i like carrots and peppers and bugs” he’s so valid for that.

skyrim: hehehehe. 2011. got this for christmas based on the cinematic trailer (god’s strongest soldier i am not) and was so scared of the draugr i emerged out of my room at 3am on st-stephen’s day in a pose like i was holding a greatsword WIHOUT REALISING i was doing it. i git good at the game tho & learned to mod. aaaaahhhh it’s one of my fav worlds to get lost in. my mum sent me this text when i texted her a pic of the official skyrim guidebook

#gosh there r so many more but these?? are the main ones??? i think??#also httyd and atla get a s/o #but also this little bastard did not have the good kids channels growing up so i missed atla #kind of resented it honestly bc my friends talked about it & i was like ???#casper writes #thanks anon!#long post

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