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roseykat · 7 months

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KINKTOBER DAY 1

Title: Same coin, different faces

PAIRING: Bang Chan x Reader

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won’t be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.

SUMMARY: Despite not being together with Chan anymore, you somehow end up in the back of his car...fogging up the windows.

TAGS: pre-established breakup trope, swearing, a dash of angst but also a hint of resolve, mentions of alcohol (neither the reader nor Chan is drunk), a bit of manhandling by both parties, oral sex (reader receiving), car sex, unprotected, sort of hate/rough sex.

MASTERLIST - KINKTOBER LIST

(This is currently unedited but I will be proofing it later on)

It wasn’t as fun as you had hoped it to be, a party that is. Given it was the end of the semester, people usually prefer to go all out - which they did, but you weren’t feeling it. There were far too many people off of their faces, including your entire friend group that you showed up with.

Two of them were playing drinking games in the kitchen, one of them - Minho, who had completely disappeared for the past few hours, and another one who had found himself someone to hook up with.

In the end, you were on your own for the remainder of the party. After having found a way into the lounge through the masses of people attending and remained on the couch, watching those around you for a while, you decided to get back up and grab a drink. There wasn’t an entire selection to choose from; either warm beer or cheap wine, which you grab from the latter and pour some in a plastic cup to try and fit in with everyone else.

The briny taste of the wine was enough to make you think that maybe it was time to go home. It wasn’t fun, interesting, nor a good way to spend your time on a Friday night. Before being able to make the decision to leave, you find yourself planted on the ground when your eyes catch onto a familiar figure amongst the people.

Chan. Your ex-boyfriend - your ex-best friend at that too.

It was a surprise to see him given that he isn’t really a party goer, but also a surprise to see him in general after the pair of you went through such a tumultuous breakup a month ago. Things just didn’t work out the way they were supposed to which was unfortunate because Chan is one of a kind.

There isn’t anybody like him that exists in this world. He’s gentle, caring, and has a bottomless well of love to give. Now that you’re not together anymore, you know that whoever he ends up with in the future is well taken care of.

“Hi,” Chan says, walking up to you.

“Hey,” you respond back, unsure of how to actually talk to him now. “What are you doing here?”

Chan sighs, looking at the screen of his phone momentarily then turning his attention back to you, “trying to find Minho. I’m here to pick him up, but I can’t find him. Is he here?”

“I haven’t seen him for the past couple of hours,” you answer. “I highly doubt he’s actually here still.”

He sighs and rolls his eyes, “course he’s not.”

“He probably went to Jisung’s at some point,” you add.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” he replies before his eyes peer down at the plastic cup. “Drinking? That’s not like you.”

“It’s the end of the semester,” you say in your own defence. “I was trying to finish off strong.”

“Right. Have you got a ride home then?”

Your eyes dart beyond Chan to ‘your ride home’ who has probably now consumed half of his body weight in alcohol. Chan catches your gaze, turns around and sees Seungmin throwing back another shot with a couple of strangers, presumably his classmates.

Chan sighs once more and faces you again, “don’t tell me he was supposed to sober drive.”

“He won’t be now,” you respond.

“Okay well, I can drop you off. Minho’s not replying and he’s probably not here, plus I’m getting tired,” he offers.

You ponder for a moment. Since Chan had come up to you, you hadn’t felt that sting of pain that a breakup usually induces. Not since the day you both called it quits on the relationship. But that’s only because things were never awkward with him. It’s only until now that you realise how depleting life has been without him. It’s not colourful anymore.

It’s an issue because you don’t want to be reminded of what you don’t have anymore. Sometimes, the best things can be the worst for us.

“It’s okay, thank you though,” you decline respectfully. “I might tell the others to get ready to head off.”

“And who’s going to drive them? You?” He asks with a brow raised then shakes his head with disapproval. “You’ve been drinking.”

“Not that much,” you retort. “I’m not even tipsy, plus I don’t want to leave them behind.”

“Seems like they left you behind,” Chan points out a very good point which you find hard to not be in denial about.

He takes the plastic cup out of your hand and places it on the nearest surface cluttered with other discarded items. He then returns back to you to gently take hold of your wrist and leads you out of the lounge full of people.

“Wait-”

“I’m not letting you drive under the influence, end of story,” he decides.

With that matter in hand, you’re quickly reminded that Chan has always had a strong head on his shoulders and his morals are very clear cut. He held reasonably strong opinions on doing unnecessarily dangerous things, particularly when it comes to you. It happened to be one of the poisonous factors that pierced the final dagger into the relationship.

The cold air then hits you when you both make it out into the front yard.

“I can walk thank you,” you say to Chan who forgets that he’s still holding your wrist. He looks down at his hand and releases.

“Sorry,” he apologises. “Car’s this way.”

He leads you once more just across the street to the vehicle while you think about the fact that you never actually agreed you were going to accept his offer to take you home. In saying that, there was no other alternative other than walking which Chan wouldn’t have put up with anyway.

The pair of you hop in his car, finally able to catch a break from the blaring music that was blasting throughout the house. After both of your seatbelts are on, Chan starts the car and drives away down the street.

It’s not long until silence falls quickly. Things had never been this terribly awkward between you both, but there had been pockets of quietness which used to be comfortable to sit in. Now you can see that it’s not as nice.

“So what have you been up to these days?” Chan asks out of the blue, breaking that silence.

“Nothing interesting I guess,” you answer blandly. “Just studies and that’s it.”

He nods, “how’s that going so far?”

“Fine, I suppose.”

Chan lets out a small huff, “you know, it’s still okay for us to talk right? We don’t need to be so hostile.”

The glow of your phone from your lap catches your attention away from his comment. You blink down at the screen and read a text from Felix.

Lix: ‘Saw you leave with Chan. Please tell me you’re both back on.’

You roll your eyes. You love Felix, but sometimes he can be too optimistic. There wasn’t any way you and Chan were going to find your way back to each other. If anything, it wouldn’t be the same anymore.

“I wasn’t being hostile, plus there’s not much to my answer anyway unless you want me to lie?” You respond back.

“No, I don’t want you to lie,” Chan adjusts his tight grip on the steering wheel. “But you speaking just proves my point on why we shouldn’t act like that.”

You turn your head, shooting him a well-deserved glare. This isn’t usually how Chan acts. He never says backhanded things as such even though he can be relatively blunt. Whatever subtle malice was behind his words obviously came from the same place that helped the relationship tear apart.

“This is why we never worked out because you always had to have some degree of control,” you scoff, ignoring the fact that you’ve now doused the flicker of the argument with petrol.

“I was only doing what I though was safest for you,” Chan argues back strongly. “It was never about having any type of control, it was because you couldn’t see what the consequences were.”

“Then why couldn’t you have let me figure it out for myself? How else am I supposed to learn, when you’re not here anymore?”

“You, driving drunk isn’t something that you just learn not to do. You don’t do it, full stop. Anyone with common sense knows that,” Chan bites back.

“I’m not even talking about that! When have I ever driven drunk? Now you’re just fucking reaching for things! All I’m saying is that it didn’t matter how much time I spent with you, I never got to be my own person. It was like I was turning into another ‘you’.”

Chan shrugs, “in comparison to what you can be like sometimes, I honestly don’t think that’s so much of a bad thing.”

The last nerve inside you, had been struck.

“Stop the car, I’m getting out.”

“No, we’re nearly at your h-”

“I don’t care Chris, I seriously don’t want to be anywhere near you right now,” you cut him off sharply, not wanting to hear another word come out of his mouth.

Chan looks over at you, absorbing how painfully angry you look right now and the fact that your hand is on the door handle, ready to bolt as soon as he pulls over. It was fairly obvious because once he did, you were out of the vehicle before he could say anything more. But as fast as you are out the door, Chan is already on the other side to meet you.

“Don’t go home angry,” he says urgently.

You shoot him a dirty look, thinking who the hell is he to tell you what to do, “or what?”

“Well can we at least talk then?” He questions, trying to grasp onto some common ground here.

With as much force as you can muster, your arms come up to shove Chan by the chest, “fuck you.”

He stumbles back a few steps and is not as nearly as surprised as you are by your own behaviour. Never has anyone elicited as much of a reaction from you until now. The shock has you to the point where you can barely assemble an apology to Chan. Even so when he comes back forward, grabbing you by the sides of your arms, and shoving you right back against his own car.

Before either of you say another word, his mouth crashes straight against yours. His swift hands are quickly groping and roaming in every place around your body that he can reach while you submit to his moves. You’ve forgotten how electrifying Chan can be at times when it comes to intimacy, that you really start to feel it when he slides his knee in between your thighs.

You gasp against his lips, yelping almost when his hands reach behind you to squeeze your ass and to try to bring your body as impossibly close to his as he can. For a split second, you break away to consolidate what is happening. Chan remains latched onto you, his mouth now working its way to your jaw and down to your throat, sucking and biting into your skin.

Neither of you care about whether or not he’s going to mark you up. All you care about at this point in time, is the hope that he’s going to fuck you.

“The door…open the door,” you mumble to him, even though you’re trying to find the handle yourself.

Even with the unshakeable frame of mind that he’s in right now, Chan listens to you. He pulls you forward with him so that he can yank the backdoor open. You hop onto the seat, pushing yourself backwards to the other side of the car to create room for him to join you. But Chan had his own idea planted already.

He grabs you by the ankles and pulls you right back to the edge of the seat closest to him. His hands take pride in reaching underneath your skirt and tearing your underwear down your legs.

He doesn’t even get the opportunity to fully take them off as they dangle on one leg. In saying that, it doesn’t take you very long to click onto what he wants to do. So you help him by doing your best to hike your skirt further up your thighs. Chan decides to take a few seconds to appreciate being able to relive this moment once more by using his thumb to swipe over your wet slit, collecting your juices only to bring it up to his mouth and suck it right off.

“Fucking missed this,” he speaks for the first time in about five minutes before lifting both of your legs and separating them for his head to slot in perfectly between.

The fan of his hot breath washes over your skin, already making your squirm forward towards his mouth. It’s been a long time since someone had touched you and Chan could tell. He knows how needy you can be, but not when you’re like this. Not when you’re straining to reach for the back of his head to pull him closer to your pussy. Not when you’re already moaning when he’s barely touched you.

Not when you’re wetter than what he usually thinks you are.

“Y-Yes…right there,” you sigh out and lie back down, waiting eagerly.

One of your hands threads through his dark hair and tugs every time he sucks on your clit. Shivers of pleasure reverberate throughout your body, already making your legs tremble on his shoulders. If anyone were to drive past, you know you and Chan would get done for public indecency. Except that devious consequence became an elicit far away thought drowned out by your own moans the more Chan continued to eat you out.

The best thing about it is that he’s not going easy on you. He’s being deceptively rough by digging his nails into your thighs and showing zero remorse when he relentlessly licks over that same sweet spot. The more work he puts into trying to make you cum, the harder he gets in his pants, straining at this point.

“P-Please Chan, hurry,” you cry out, trying to sit up and slide down further into his mouth. “Need to cum, please.”

When your begging and moaning become increasingly louder and more frequent, Chan knows you’re on the cusp of an orgasm. However, as much as he used to enjoy you cumming on his face, the idea of you cumming on his cock is just as good, if not better. So just as you’re about to tip over the edge, Chan pulls back.

You blink in amongst the haziness of what was about to be a mind shattering orgasm to see Chan who’s head had lifted up from in between your legs. His mouth and chin were covered in your juices, and is completely unashamed about it.

“You can just fucking wait,” he snaps and begins to adjust your legs so that he makes sure they cage his body at his sides, that way he can grab onto your thighs and fuck you hard and steady.

Although you can barely see, you hear the zipper to his pants open before he takes out his cock, hard and ready to put it to use on you. You bite down on your bottom lip when Chan uses his tip to tease your entrance. He pushes his hips forward, enough to make his cock slide up and in between your pussy.

Chan’s shaky hand manages to get a proper hold around his dick, aligning it with your wet hole, and slowly pushes in as the heat begins to encapsulate around his length. The top half of his body nearly falters forward if it weren’t for his hips that thrust forward first.

“Chris…” you mutter in an aspirated voice, feeling the fullness of his cock stretch you out.

There is no forewarning for the strength he has behind each buck of his hips. It takes you back to times before during your relationship and how deliciously memorable the sex always was. Chan’s main priority was to always make you cum first and regardless of his own needs and pleasure. Whether you misbehaved or were being an outright undeserving brat in bed, even then he would still let you cum. That’s how much he loved you.

“Nobody can ever fuck you the way I do,” Chan grits his teeth, his eyes watching his cock disappear inside of you each time he rams forward, hard and fast.

Every second that goes by, you’re grappling more and more onto your last threads of sanity. It’s hard to keep up and absorb Chris’s stamina and pace - a relentless and unapologetic pace that hits the same spot inside you over and over again until that build up of pleasure starts spreading around your lower abdomen.

“Make me feel…so good,” you mumble incoherently. “Gonna make me cum.”

It’s been a long time since Chan has heard you say those words - hell, even heard you moan at the very least. It’s enough to keep his pace steady but he’s very wary of the fact that he himself is already near the edge of an orgasm too. Nonetheless, he’s determined to get you there first once more.

So Chan lets go of one of your legs at his side so that he can use his thumb to now rub fast circles over your clit. Your hands grip at the hem of your skirt, back arching as you start submitting to the crest of intense pleasure Chan has built up for you. Then within seconds, Chan has you cumming hard around his cock, shuddering, and straining his name out of your mouth as it rings throughout his car.

“Fuck, baby…” he groans as his head tips back before he starts spilling white inside of you.

His hips stutter finally, gently slowing down to a leisurely pace while he drowns in the afterglow from one of the most transcendent orgasms he’s ever had. He gives you both time to come down before he carefully slides out of you. It takes you a while to fully fathom what just happened, but you allow yourself to think about it. Whatever it is, it’s not regret. There’s a longing feeling there, a borderline sense of relief.

Once Chan is decent, he helps you slide your underwear back on even though you’re both fully aware of the fact that he just came inside you. It’s not like either of you were prepared for this to happen. In saying that, Chan gently takes hold of both your hands and gets you to sit up.

“You okay?” he questions, using his finger to hook some of your messed hair out of your face.

You nod, “yes. You?”

“I’ve been worse,” he answers, making you smile. “I’m really sorry for what I said earlier.”

You shake your head, “I’m sorry as well for being so stubborn. I figured that the more hostile I am towards you, the more I push myself away so that I don’t have to deal with any feelings from before.”

Chan completely gets it, “I know. I thought I could do the same, but it seems that I’m too nice.”

You roll your eyes, “you’ve had your moments.”

“I definitely have,” he replies. “Anyway, we should go in case anybody just saw that.”

A bashful sense of embarrassment washes over you. It’s been minutes before you realised that you just fucked your ex. But even so, it doesn’t really feel that way. It’s just Chan, someone who you still have a lot of love for.

“You can stay at mine, it’s late,” you suggest to him.

Chan smiles softly, “as if I’m going to say no.”

A/N: Yes, I am a day late already to Kinktober - I just realised bc my dumb ass was trying to figure out time zones and when would be the best time to upload for people bc I’m quite some hours ahead from other countries. So I’ll just stick to my time zone, that way you’ll get my works a few hours earlier x

KINKTOBER TAGLIST: @mal-lunar-28 @fairy-lixie @dreamingaboutjisung @lizzetmv @luneskies 🩷🩷

#rosiewritesskz #stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan smut #kinktober

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linonyang · 11 months

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[19:42] bang chan

pairing: non-idol!bang chan and gender-neutral!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, domestic au, college au

warnings: none

word count: 1.7k words

note: hello i am back! here’s a quite messy and somewhat plotless fic (bc i’m kinda rusty rn in terms of writing rip) that i just did on the spot jhsdfjfadsfa i’m still working on some of my wips so i wrote this for now! i also decided to write this bc i relate with reader enjoying being alone lol i hope you enjoy somehow :DD

tag list: @awooghan @hwangsify @xiaoderrrr @cosmic-railwayxo

It felt relieving to spend an afternoon class alone after spending most of your morning classes with classmates with whom you had no choice but to talk. To sit on your chairs and endlessly communicate with many of them was so exhausting until the point where you’d jokingly admit that you don’t want to talk to anybody for thirty business days to recharge.

Perhaps, it’s not a joke at all?

You’re finally on your way back to your apartment after spending a few hours walking around the campus, cooling down in the library, and finding something to eat for dinner on your own. You did not forget to buy food for two, since somebody’s waiting for your presence in that apartment of yours.

To be frank, Chan totally understood your eagerness to spend some time alone after your classes. He isn’t the type of person who feels tempted to not attend another daunting set of classes the next day just because he’s overwhelmed. He doesn’t get overwhelmed in public settings easily, especially since he is used to being surrounded by people.

Chan has known you for so long that he understands how you work as a human being.

He always waits for you at your apartment until sundown so he can bring you—in a way better mood, obviously—in his arms. If his last class in the morning finishes earlier than usual, he could grab you away from your friends for a comfortingly silent lunch if you’re not feeling to talk to any of them. He will always understand every time you send a text message that you want to spend time with him instead of other people.

It's really because he knows and understands you so well.

When you push your door open to your warm abode, Chan greets you with a lovely smile and long arms wide open. You drop your takeout food on your desk, walk up to him, and fall down onto him where he is, lying on your bed.

“This feels so good…” you drag your voice, almost feeling like you’re embraced by cotton. Chan chuckles and ties his arms tighter around you. “That project we did almost ended me, I had to buy some chicken wings to celebrate my survival,” Chan hears your muffled voice as you rub your face on his soft hoodie.

Chan traces shapes on your back and grins. “You did very well, love. You really deserve those chicken wings,” he almost cracks up at your choice of reward. “But first of all, why chicken wings?”

You snort and look up. You almost forget to answer him after staring at his angelic face for a few seconds. Fixing your position, you propped yourself on your elbows, your body still on top of his.

“Love, can’t I eat something delicious after constantly injecting myself with caffeine in my blood for the past weeks?” you can’t help but giggle at the sight of Chan sighing in disappointment. “I worked hard for that project! If I slacked off by sleeping all day, maybe things wouldn’t be as decent as what happened earlier,” you tell him. Moving some of his curls away from his eyes, you continued, “The coffee was worth it to some extent, I believe.”

He hums, “I believe I need to monitor your caffeine consumption over the next few days, baby.” Chan raises his eyebrows obnoxiously, “And let you eat more chicken wings instead. Is that okay?”

Your eyes light up at the idea of someone else paying for your food, “Yeah, as long as I’m not the one paying!”

He lets go of one of his hands on your back to gently caress your cheek. “So…” he drags his low voice, eyes glinting, making you chuckle in amusement, “Am I allowed to steal you from your friends for the whole month?”

Chan fondly gazes at the sight of joy reflecting on your face, not minding your last statement. He has been so happy being in a relationship with you. He loves you and your whole soul, and he’d treasure all of the times he gets to see your smile. He would give you the world just to give you the joy you deserve after every slump and hurdle you need to pass through. The world has been rough on you, and all he hopes is that he’s someone you can rely on just to feel comforted and validated.

“They’re going to make fun of me when they’ll know that I will abandon them for you,” you shortly stop there to tease him. Chan interprets this as a no from you, and he frowns. “But hey, I’m going to be with you, and I’d love that more if I’m being honest. So, yes, please take me away and bring me everywhere you want to go,” you finally continued.

Chan squeals and returns his arms around you to embrace you tightly once again. “You’re going to stick with me for a very long time, I’m very excited.” He continues to embrace you and rock you together side to side in delight.

You nuzzle his neck and agree, “But can I do the same stuff after class?”

“Oh, your alone time, you mean? Yeah, that’s absolutely fine,” he smirks, “unless you are okay with a clingy man silently following you around…”

You lightly bite his shoulder in response, Chan yelps and laughs. Your actual answer right beside his ear, “I guess that wouldn’t be that bad, right? If the love of my life is the one behaving like the dog he is, I wouldn’t mind him joining me in my alone time.”

“You’ll never let that dog thing die, aren’t you?” Chan remembers that you’re such a tease, and that’s just how you return the same energy since he does joke around with you quite a lot.

You nod in agreement. “You’re my pet, and I’d love to take care of you. I never knew you could bark like an actual dog!”

“I was communicating with Jisung’s dog, _____! He wouldn’t understand if I speak to him in English,” Chan excuses.

Cackling, you bring yourself up, away from Chan’s arms. “Oh, shut it! You tried so hard to act like a dog, it was cute and funny,” you respond.

Getting out of bed, you reach for the takeout on your table, “Let’s have our dinner in a bit!” You hear your boyfriend groaning and complaining for a solid ten minutes during your whole preparation for your dinner.

When you place the final piece, the glasses, on the table, you feel arms laced around you once again. Chan’s now the one nuzzling your neck, and you can’t help but mumble in amusement, “You are so clingy today, love. Did you miss me that much?”

“I… really do miss you, baby,” he softly spins you around to face him. “And today, maybe I kind of feel the same way as you feel usually, I realized I didn’t have that much time with myself or you today, so I feel like staying with you tonight.”

It is real that birds flock with the same feather. Not that you expected Chan to keep up with the same amount of energy every day, but you know times like this hit him once in a while.

He recharges with you.

You let him stay whenever he wants to be with you for the whole night. Aside from bonding through dinner and dishwashing, you two also get your own peace by doing your own work. It’s a win-win, you once said before, when Chan was feeling clingy like he is right now and both of you are in your own battles—dealing with final exams and projects. You spent the night typing away in your laptops and highlighting a stack of books and ending the day in each other’s arms.

He is so grateful that he gets to stay with you.

You reach for his hand and peck on his tender cheeks. “We’re in this together, I guess,” you purse your lips. “So don’t worry, we have the whole night together as usual. When you wake up tomorrow, I’m still beside you, okay?”

Chan nods and thanks you, pulling the nearest chair for you to sit on. He sits on the chair beside you and lets you put your leg on top of his.

Small acts like this make Chan fall in love with you all over again. There are things that you do that are reserved for him and him only. Those were signs that you’re his and he’s yours.

“Thanks for the dinner, _____,” he mumbles, slowly moving his head on your shoulder. “I’m going to start stealing you from your friends tomorrow, we’ll have lunch together, my treat,” he glances at your face above his. You nod your head and smile in approval, feeling thrilled that you’ll be with him once again, away from many people.

In a world where you get crushed by the weight of demands and pressures, you get to take your time and slow down at night with him. Perhaps you can conclude that Chan being with you hits differently than being alone. His presence is enough for you to feel better, and you hope your own presence can heal him to some extent like what you’re doing right now.

Awaiting by the dark night is the sight of the two of you, snoozing together under the blankets. The skies are pleased with the sight, and they want to give you a night without peril—silence, tranquility, and a beautiful sun to awaken you later on.

When your eyes open, you are welcomed by an adorable snuggling Chan, both arms and legs clinging onto you. You find your phone to check the time, and you decide to give yourself more shut-eye, it is too early to get up and prepare for another exhausting day after all.

Both of you are obviously not ready to face another day, but you two get to return home to see each other, and maybe that’s enough for you to go through the taxing mornings.

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try-set-me-on-fire · 8 months

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Hello I was tagged by a lot of people for wip Wednesday thank you @devirnis @rogerzsteven @wildlife4life @rewritetheending @homerforsure @jeeyuns! Now. Are you all going to kill me with hammers if I say that when I sat down this morning to work on literally any of the many wips I have open, I instead wrote a short drabble set in the future of ER nurse Eddie au? Well. Here you go!

Warnings for alcohol and some mostly glossed over nsfw content

Was listening to this song on repeat while writing

"Your sister isn't, like, a secret Olympian is she?"

"Well, if it's secret enough, why would I know? Thank you." That second part Eddie aims at Adriana as she hands him a drink. He assumes she's not the athlete in question. "Why?"

"There's nets a little down the way, I asked if she wanted to play some volleyball and she got, like, this look on her face."

Eddie very carefully tries not to also get a look on his face, and somewhere to his left Adriana stirs the margarita mix a little harder to mask a tiny laugh. "Oh. Well I'm sure that's fine."

Buck smiles at him in a studious sort of way, tongue in the side of his mouth. "Now, I wouldn't be getting tricked in some way, would I?"

"Mm?" Eddie responds, neutrally.

"Or, perhaps, fooled?"

"Hm." He takes a sip of his drink.

Buck steps closer, looming over him, grin growing into something wide and conspiratorial. “Hoodwinked, maybe?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eddie says, aiming for lofty but landing somewhere around embarrassingly giddy as Buck kisses him once, twice. “No all state varsity girls softball champions in my family. Sophia has never in her life accidentally broken anybody’s arm with how fast her spike is.”

“Jesus,” Buck laughs, puffs of air against Eddie’s skin. “You’re just gonna let me go out there and face possible bodily harm?”

“Her aim has improved.”

He laughs, and pulls Eddie in for another kiss. There's sand in Buck's hair, but there aren't many places sand isn't in this Air BNB up the coast with a backyard that opens right onto the dunes. They'd only got there yesterday and already the grit is under Eddie's nails, dragged across his skin, in his clothes and bedsheets. It’s an abrasive sort of dirtiness that Eddie doesn’t really mind, he feels like he’ll come home at the end of the weekend scrubbed clean by it, but he’d wondered, worried, that being so close to the beach for so long might make old fears rise up in Chris or Buck. They’d both tossed themselves right into the waves with the cousins all day long, though, and had gone out to do so again today, and it was only very late at night that Buck admitted in a whisper that it’s not the feeling of the water or the sand, but the endless roar of the tide when the rest of the world was quiet that left him feeling helpless and awake. Eddie had reached out for his hand, and they’d fucked slowly and silently, surrounded by thin walls in a house full of people, and the heady thrill of restraint had his hands and legs and everything shaking by the time he’d come. Buck — and Eddie is not not smug about this — had slept soundly the rest of the night.

Anyway. They kiss in the kitchen until Adriana stirs the pitcher with even louder, more pointed clanging. Buck pulls back first. “You wanna come play on my team?”

“No,” Eddie says, making a face that has Buck laughing again. “I’m staying in the shade and drinking margaritas.” He clanks the ice around his beverage in demonstration.

“Great plan,” Buck says, stealing a small sip. Eddie feels like he should say something about sobriety and childcare, but they’re on vacation and Sophia is out there and responsibly dry even if she may or may not be planning sports related manslaughter.

“I’ll meet you out there later.”

“Okay,” Bucks says, kissing his cheek. “I was a lifeguard for a few weeks once, so if you get really drunk and fall in the sea I’ll come fish you out.”

“My hero,” Eddie salutes him with the glass. Buck is several feet away into the sand when Eddie blinks and calls out. “Hey- wait, Buck! Wait!” Eddie grabs the sunscreen off the counter and follows a few feet off the porch. “Mi vida, wait,” he laughs the words as Buck skids to a clumsy turn and stumbles back to him. Eddie holds up the sunscreen. “Come on, don’t get lobstered, I won’t rub aloe on you later.”

Buck takes the bottle and applies a quick but generous layer. “I think you would,” he says quietly, voice and mouth curved all sly.

“Mm,” Eddie says again, neutrally, making steady eye contact as he accepts the bottle back and takes a sip of his drink slow enough that the alcohol burns in his mouth. Buck lets out one last huff of a laugh, kisses his cheek again, and marches off towards certain doom.

Eddie retreats back into the shade, with the drinks.

Adriana, at the counter, is staring at him.

“What?” Eddie absolutely does not hide behind his glass.

“Mi vida?” She asks, face tipped more towards surprised than teasing. “So it’s serious.”

Fuck. Eddie regrets saying it in front of someone who understands the words. Not the language but the context, what it might mean for Eddie to admit to thinking of a relationship in that way. Someone who knew him, during Shannon and the mess that came after, and after again. Someone who knows him, knows what a fearful man he grew into, knows the protective armor he forges out of carefully kept distance. Eddie was never good at commitment, and has learned to be perpetually frightened of the word forever because he's become intimately familiar with how quickly it can be ripped away. Mi vida, my life. It's terribly revealing. What a promise, what an act of trust. Buck, my life. He'd said it so easily, and staring back at his youngest sister now he doesn't think he can convincingly deny any conclusions she's drawing.

So. "Yes," he says, finishing his drink and holding out the glass for another. "I… it's serious." Gulp, gulp. “He… it’s serious.”

She nods, eyebrows raised all the way up, sipping her own drink. “I mean, clearly you’re all over each other, but I thought it was because he’s, like, tall and hot-“

“Ugh.”

“But like…” her glass tips towards him, liquid dangerously close to spilling. “You’re for real. Are you going to marry this man?”

Jesus. “Jesus, Ri.” Christ. Eddie finishes this drink, too. “I don’t- I don’t know. I can’t even think about that. I don’t know.”

“Okay, well, not marriage then,” she waves one hand to brush away the concept, while the other hand pours him another drink. “But like… You love him.”

Yes. He does, down to his bones he does, all consuming in a way he sometimes forgets to be scared of because it’s Buck, who makes it easy. He loves him, and has loved him, probably, he’ll admit it because of the two margaritas, since he was a stranger that once held his hand who’d pulled his son from a tsunami. It’s only been a year since they’d shared a cigarette and gone home together, but Eddie hardly needed any of that time to know the terrifying scale of this, the you’re it for me of it. He’d known, probably, two margaritas, since that first morning in the same bed. “I love him.”

It comes out awful and whispery and it makes Adriana move around the bar to wrap her arms around him. He leans his head on hers, lets himself be comforted in a way he wouldn’t have in his father’s house when they were young and there wasn’t really space for them to be friends around the roles of protector and protected they’d been slotted into. She smells like sunscreen and salt and limes, and is lovely and warm.

“You seem a lot happier,” she says quietly into his shoulder. “We- I don’t know. I was worried about you.” She leans back, knocks his arm with her knuckles. “So far away.” He doesn’t think she’s talking about the distance between California and Texas. “But he makes you, like… happy and goofy. It’s been a long time.”

He doesn’t point out that they’re on vacation, and it’s summer, and it isn’t always like this; that sometimes their sharp edges fit together wrong and there's a lot of horrible grinding sounds until they align again. But. "He makes me feel safe."

Her eyes glisten a little at the implication that a lot of the time he doesn't. "I'm glad you found each other."

Eddie smiles, genuinely, despite the circumstances of the finding. "Me too."

She knocks back her drink. "Are you going to tell mom and dad?"

"God." He scrubs a hand over his face, and then back through his hair for good measure. A year ago the answer had been a firm no. Texas was far away, he could live a whole life out here exactly as he wanted it and answer to no one. But Buck and Pepa go to bridge, now, and Buck is here on this Diaz Siblings trip when no other partners are because his sisters wanted to meet him, and the cousins all adore him, and Texas is far away but it's where Isabel lives now and Eddie knows- hopes- knows that she would love him, too. And he's taught himself fear for so long that he can't imagine it going any way but badly, but maybe he owes Ramon and Helena the chance to see his whole life and be happy for him, with him. "Maybe. I think… yeah, maybe."

She hugs him again, tight, and then puts her hands on her hips. "You know you still have us as backup. We won't let them be shitty."

He laughs. "I don't know if you can let them do anything."

"Mm," she says, moving to fill her glass again. "Me and Sophia are in possession of more grandchildren than you, that's a lot of leverage."

"Hey, I have Chris, quality over quantity," he grins and then dodges the drops of margarita she flicks at him.

"Fucker. Offer rescinded, I won't forbid them from seeing the kids if they don't immediately put up a pride flag."

He snorts, but he can feel his smile twisting sideways. "Adriana. I don't want you to fuck up your relationship with them for me."

"You think you have exclusive rights to childhood trauma in the Diaz family?" She shrugs, takes a drink, and then shrugs again a little sadder. "It's… it can be easier to stand up for someone else."

He takes a steadying breath against the regret of only being there for his sisters in some ways and not others, and nods, and holds a hand across the bar for her to take. "Here's to ruining Christmas," he says, glass in the air. They drink.

"You wanna go watch your boy get destroyed in the fine arena of weirdly competitive vacation volleyball?" She asks, setting her empty glass down.

He sets his next to hers, and contemplates just how clumsily he's about to go stumbling across the sand from all that rapidly digested tequila. "Sure." Buck will be too busy fighting for his life out there to notice him looking foolish. Though, and he can blame the sappy smile on the third margarita, he thinks Buck would still, always, catch him if he fell. “It’s so sad that I’ll have to tell them that I had a boyfriend who tragically died because Sophia spiked him into the earth’s core.”

She laughs, and they hook their arms together, and walk out into the sun.

#my writing #tag games #wip Wednesday #er nurse Eddie au

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dejwrites · 1 year

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DEBT, CHAPTER 13

➣ warnings: yakuza boss!toji fushiguro x black coded reader, mentions of sex, mentions of sex work, profanity, gang violence, yakuza au, baby!megumi, drug mentioned, alcohol usage, drug usage, stripping, naoya being naoya, oc x reader, toji fushiguro x reader, naoya zenin x reader

➣ chapter summary: toji's deal with keigo turns sour while the mystery of naoya's whereabouts are finally solved.

➣ tags: @maydayaisha @eiflawriting @ihateliyah @ceeriusly-dumb @galaxness @stephanythedramaqueen @littlemochi @todo7roki @whatdidhesayyyy @protectpancakes @hellavile @dazaisfavgf @etaerealboy @tojiswhore1 @bbgiirrl @aasouthteranoswife @caribbeanwifey19 @lilith412426

[ masterlist + previous + ao3 + click here to see how asahi looks ]

TOJI FUSHIGURO DIDN’T TRUST ASAHI AT ALL. Maybe the fact that Asahi had relations with Y/N left a nasty taste in his mouth. How could someone like him even have the opportunity to be with her? The two of them are opposites of each other. Naoya would have been the better fit for this drug task, considering that those two had similar qualities. However, Toji was sitting in complete silence next to Asahi in the back of Asahi’s personal driver's car. Toji should have had Gojo or one of them follow behind him, but this meetup was last minute. When he had spoken with Asahi earlier—he didn’t sound like his usual self. Toji had to be alert; this could be a setup.

No, Asahi wouldn’t hurt him. Especially when Asahi knew that would cause Y/N to dislike him.

“Are you going to tell me where the hell we’re going? I don’t particularly trust you to be alone with you and your men.” Toji spoke out as his eyes glanced out the window. “Plus, you should be at the port—we do have a shipment coming through.”

“You know, Toji. I knew I should have backed out of this deal when that Russian fucker wouldn’t tell me what drugs we would be handling.” Asahi sighed as he locked his cell phone. “I have handled drugs for years now and prefer to know what I’m handling so it’ll be easier to transport. If it’s cocaine, you can disguise it in flour or baby formula packaging. Pills, fake vitamin packaging, and so on. But he won’t tell me what it is.”

“And you find that strange?” Toji asked. “How exactly did you even come upon this deal?”

“Councilman, plus like Keigo said—the closest port near you is in my district. So, it wouldn’t make sense to give this deal to anybody else but me. You’ll be surprised how crooked a lot of politicians are.” Asahi adds.

“Y/N mentioned you were working with him because you need help finding your sister,” Toji says. “I wouldn’t want to be in debt with someone wrapped in politics—cause push comes to shove, they’ll backstab you first.”

Asahi chuckles at his statement. “Don’t underestimate me, Fushiguro. Unlike you, I don’t follow some moral code; I’m a part of a yakuza, and people in the yakuza do bad things.” He sits back in his seat. “But, when it comes to what goods we got at the port—I crossed the line at this shit, and I came to you because, for some reason, I feel like you’re the only one I can trust. I don’t even trust councilman Hong and his annoying son with this situation.”

“When the hell did the shipment come in, and you’re just telling me about it?” Toji asked.

“The shipment came early. I don’t think Keigo knows that. Listen only my men, me, and now you know about this.” Asahi sighs. “I feel like Keigo was trying to set us up or something.”

The car stopped, and Toji didn’t say much as he followed Asahi out of the car. The scent of salt water lingers up Toji’s nostrils as the two men walk silently towards the dock where their shipment goes through. As the two approached a guy leaning against one of the shipping containers—he immediately stood up straight, seeing Asahi and Toji approach them.

“Asahi, they’re pretty shaken up. I tried talking to them, but they just stayed silent.” The dark-haired male spoke out.

“I figured, who knows how long they've been in there. Did you contact the people I asked you to contact?” Asahi asked.

“Yes, Jackson said he’s getting your other vacant property ready, and I already contacted Inei for help in case any of them need medical attention.” Daisuke promptly answered.

Them.

“What the fuck is going on, Asahi?” Toji asked.

Asahi motioned for Daisuke to open the container, and as the moon shone down on the trio—Toji’s eyes lit up in horror at seeing what he was seeing. He was expecting to see drugs, lots of them. But instead, he only saw girls and women. He was positive he saw someone as young as ten. Asahi took a step forward and glanced at him, “The goods in question are women. Fuckin’ women. I draw the line at this, Fushiguro, because I know for a fact my sister went through this.” Asahi’s fingers comb through his hair.

Toji’s fist clenched at the sight he was seeing. The thing is, the container was open—these women and girls could just run. But they didn’t; they sat in fear, looking at the three men as if they were going to hurt them. Toji let out a sigh before speaking, “Don’t let your emotions get the best of you—we have to get out of here before security comes patrolling the area.” Toji said.

It was time for Toji to equip the right leadership role that was given to him. Although this leadership role included doing things like torturing and possibly causing people to disappear—he didn’t need Asahi to do anything out of emotion. “Get your shit together, Asahi. If we want to figure out why Keigo wanted us to be fucking sex traffickers—I need you to not think with your emotions.” Toji explained.

His finger points to Daisuke, “See if you can get some men immediately to drive some trucks. Preferably ones with tinted windows. Send half to Asahi's location and half to the location I have.” Toji explains.

He had another property somewhere else other than his house. He could see if Shoko could handle anything medical—he would have to pay her a hefty price. But he was okay with that.

“Asahi, I’m the last person you want to be stuck in this situation with. But it looks like we have to lean on each other to handle this situation.” Toji glanced at Asahi, who inhaled sharply and exhaled.

“You’re right, but when the time comes—I want to be the one to put three holes in Keigo’s head like a bowling ball.” Asahi adds.

“He’s all yours, but first, we focus on ensuring they’re safe. They have already been through horrible shit—let’s make sure they’re safe first.” Toji assured, and for once, he didn’t receive some snarky comment from Asahi. Instead, he watched the young man step forward towards the shed.

He could hear him speaking French, maybe seeing if one of the girls knew French and was willing to talk to him. Toji sighed as he pulled out his phone to call Geto. He figured he was probably the only one up at this time. “Suguru, I need a favor.”

“What’s up? I just got done collecting dues from some people and was about to head out for drinks with Satoru.” He said.

“Great, I need both of you to stop at my other property for me. See if you can get others to meet you there to patrol the area—set it up for refuge. Buy some hot food, drinking water, blankets, towels, and anything at this point. I’ll explain to you and the others when I get there in about an hour. I have to contact Shoko to see if she can help out.”

He could sense Geto’s silence on the other end. Toji knew Geto wanted to ask a question, but he instead just agreed to do what he was asked and ended the call. Toji soon called Shoko; when he heard her voice, he knew she was still at the hospital.

“If you got yourself stabbed again, I taught Satoru—” Toji cut off Shoko’s words.

“No, it’s not for me. I’ll explain when I see everyone, but I really need you. Like urgently.” Toji said with desperation on his tongue.

He could hear her saying something to a nurse before speaking once again, “I have to check up on some of my patients, and I can help. Just send the address.” She immediately says.

“Thank you, Shoko, I knew I could count on you.” Toji lips form a sly grin.

“I’ll let you know—Naoya?” Shoko questioned on the other end of the phone.

“Naoya? He’s there?” Toji asked.

“Uh, Toji. I’ll be there to help you after this. Naoya just got rolled in, and it looks bad. I have to go.”

Before Toji could get more information, he was met with the dial tone. He saw trucks pulling up, and just as he asked—each of them had tinted windows. If he remembered, when he saw the women in the shipping container—he counted maybe about fifteen of them. He felt Asahi standing next to him. “Did any of them start talking?”

“Yes, one speaks Japanese. She said the person in charge of this whole damn thing calls himself Death.” He sighed. He leaned forward, mimicking the kanji that represents Death on the door of the shipping container. It was the same thing the young woman he talked to traced on the shipping container floor. “So, Keigo isn’t working alone. He has a boss above him.”

“We have to figure out who this Death person is. It was as if they purposely set us to do this deal to get us caught up in some crazy shit with the cops.” Toji watched as some of Asahi’s men helped the women in the trucks that pulled up.

“Where the hell do we start with that? I don’t think it’s fair to question these girls immediately on what they know—they’ve seen and been through enough.” Asahi admits as he walks side by side near Toji.

“I agree; we must ensure they’re safe and healthy first. They need to be comfortable with us because, in their mind, they think we’re about to fuckin’ sell them.” Toji adds. He pulls his phone out, texting an address to Asahi. “You can tell one of your guys to send half to this location. It’s a long drive from here, but when they arrive, some of my guys will be there to help them. They can stay there until whenever,” He ensures. “I have to go to the hospital for something.”

Just as Toji was about to leave, Asahi stopped him with his words. “You’re not as bad as I expected, Fushiguro.” He admits as he shoves his hands in his slacks. “You know, I tried to hate you because you have something I want—but now I see why the streets have so much respect for you. My driver can take you to the hospital now.” with that, the long-haired male turned on his feet to meet with his right-hand man.

Toji let out a drastic sigh before he walked in the opposite direction towards the car he came in. The driver quickly opened the door for him before eventually going to the driver's side. Toji politely asked him to drive him to the hospital. His phone rings, and he sees Nanami’s name pop up. When he answered it, he knew that word had traveled on the sudden tasks Toji had assigned to some of his men.

“Suguru, let me know what was going on. Anything you want me to do?” Nanami asked.

“No.” Toji firmly said.

Nanami was supposed to be collecting money from people, but Nanami had told Toji that Fahari hadn’t been feeling too well. Immediately, Toji gave the task to Geto. Toji’s been there with Megumi’s mom, the morning sickness, fatigue, body tenderness, and just wanting to lay in bed. He didn’t need Nanami to do this when he should be caring for his fiance. “We’ll handle this. For now, your job is to be the good-ass fiance that you are.” Toji said. “Understood?” He adds.

There was silence on the other end of the phone before he finally gained a response.

“Yes, keep me posted,” Nanami answered before hanging up.

The drive to the hospital wasn’t that long, considering that Toji asked the driver if he could get him there as quickly as possible. Toji and Naoya had their arguments. They had their fights and bickers. However, he was still family and seeing family hurt lit something inside Toji. When he felt the car pull up to the hospital, he thanked the driver before exiting the vehicle.

Toji wasn’t the biggest fan of hospitals. He hated the scent of it because no matter the circumstances of why he was here—it brought back memories of Megumi’s mom dying. He walked into the hospital, and it seemed to be busier than ever. He approached the desk to ask about Naoya, but when his eyes saw Y/N—his eyebrows raised in curiosity. Her head was buried in this book, and he could tell she was anxious. She must have seen Naoya when the EMTs rolled him into the hospital. But why was she here?

“Y/N.” Toji firmly said, and when she glanced up and saw Toji, she practically leaped in his arms to embrace him.

It shocked the older gentleman as he wrapped his arms around her. He noticed that she wasn’t in the clothes she had left to go to work in. “What are you doing here?” He pulled away from her hug and stared down at her.

“I was at work training this girl, and she fell. She swore she was ready to get on the main stage just for her to fall and sprain her ankle,” Y/N explained. “Then, as I was waiting, I saw Naoya. It was so much blood. As they were rolling him by me, this dropped.” She held up the book.

“That looks like the book you took during the first task I assigned you.” Toji said as he took the seat next to you.

“That’s what I was thinking. I remember you telling me about it being filled with drug connections and such. So I was going through it and looking at the names I saw,” Y/N flips through the pages and shows Toji. “This explains you and Asahi’s deal, right? Keigo’s name is on this page.” Y/N explained. “I originally thought this was Keigo’s book. But it wouldn’t make sense why Naoya would have it.”

Toji remembered the deal with Keigo. Toji still wanted Keigo’s head for even disrespecting him to think that he would ever stoop low to involve himself in sex trafficking. He wondered if his father knew about this.

“I just found it odd, you know?” Y/N says. “If you guys are doing drug transportation, it would have the type of drugs you are transporting similar to these pages.” She flips the pages to show Toji other pages. “But you guys' page only has names….” Her voice trails off.

Toji stood up and grabbed hold of Y/N’s hand, dragging her to somewhere private. He looked at her before talking, “I trust you to tell you this, but Asahi and I think Keigo tried to set us up.” Toji explained.

Y/N had paused for a second. She finally connected the dots between what she saw in the notebook and what Toji was alluding to. She took a couple of steps back from Toji for her back to be met with the hospital wall. “So the shipment you guys got today were women?” She questioned in disbelief.

“Yeah. Keigo doesn't know that they came a day early. They’re safe right now, but I can’t promise for how long. He’s going to know that we didn’t give these girls to whoever brought them.” Toji answered firmly. “But, he has a boss. He answers to someone; we just don’t know who.”

“Death? Is that his name? Or, well, what they call them?” Y/N questioned.

“How would you know that?” Toji asked.

“Because he or she signs every page in the book.” Y/N shoved the book into Toji’s hand. “What if we have a copy of this Death person's whole playbook? From sex trafficking to drugs. I even saw a fuckin’ page about an auction.”

“We stole a copy of the book weeks ago; having multiple copies of your moves doesn't make sense.” Toji said. “It’s a rookie move, so I’m going to assume that this person has to be young.”

Y/N nibbled on her lower lip, trying to figure out where to put Asahi and Toji in the situation. You don’t just assign two men with no experience or connections with sex trafficking into a sex trafficking deal. “Who notified you about this deal?”

“My father was persistent on me doing it instead of Naoya.” Toji pointed out.

“Do you think your father would set you up?” Y/N's eyes met with Toji’s in search of something.

“He wouldn’t. I know I upset him by deciding to start my branch—but he wouldn’t. Plus, considering his age, I doubt he has time to do all this.” Toji explained. “Then where do Asahi come in, hm? My father wants to set him up too?” Toji asked; his tone was defensive.

Y/N grew silent for a second before admitting defeat on her theory. “It’s just some thoughts, and I don’t think we should rule him out so quickly. You’ve spoken to me about the disdain your family has against you; it’s not very far-fetched. You’re getting defensive over it, so I’ll drop it.” Y/N adds.

Y/N walked by Toji, “I’m going to go check on my co-worker; you don’t have to wait for me to go home. I want to make sure she gets home first,” and just like that, she left Toji alone with his thoughts.

As he walked back to the waiting area, he saw Shoko and approached her. His hand gripped the book imprinted with Naoya’s blood and filled with deadly moves planned by some wicked person. “How bad is it?” He asked.

“He’s going to survive. Whoever tortured him must hate him and wanted him dead..” Shoko motioned for Toji to walk with him. “He was dropped in front of the hospital. I asked the security guard if they could show me the security footage. We managed to get a license plate.” She pulled out a folder with pictures that were printed out.

“It was as if they tortured him to send a message,” Shoko added as she looked at Toji. “But I think Naoya found something out he wasn’t supposed to. Do you know what he was doing before he went missing?”

“He went to his charity ball with Y/N. After that, we haven’t heard much from him. We just assumed he was out being his reckless self.” Toji responded.

“He’s stable right now, but I want him to get some rest for a day or two. Then you can ask him any questions, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind telling you.”

Just as Toji was about to say something, they both saw a man approach the front desk. Toji noticed how well the man dressed. His suit was tailored to perfection. His black hair was combed and cut as if he had just stepped off a fashion magazine. The smile on his face was sinister—but Toji couldn’t quite put a name to this stranger’s face. Considering the two huge-looking bodyguards by his side, he had to be someone important.

“I’m looking for Naoya Zenin. I’ve heard he was sent here and badly hurt.”

“Holy shit,” Shoko whispered as she nudged Toji’s side. “You know that councilman that was on the news this morning? That’s his son.”

Toji's jaw clenched in anger. His piercing green eyes eyed the man up and down as he went through so many emotions. This was the man Y/N was going to get sold to by her shitty father. Toji took a couple of steps forward and cleared his throat to gain the man’s attention.

“What do you want with my cousin? He never ever mentioned you before.” Toji stared at him, the scar that decorated the corner of his lips twitched in annoyance.

“We’re friends.” The councilman's son said. He extended his hand for Toji to shake. “Kazan Hong.”

Toji stared at Kazan’s hand in disgust. His lips parted to question him again, but one of the nurses approached Shoko and shocked everyone.

“What do you mean Naoya Zenin is missing?” Shoko asked the nurse.

Toji didn’t take his eyes off Kazan. He noticed how his facial expression changed at the hearing that Naoya was missing. Toji had a hitch that this was the man that had Naoya the whole time, he just was here to finish the deed.

He had to find Naoya in this hospital before they did.

#toji fushiguro x black reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro fic #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #anime fanfic #anime x reader #toji x reader #toji fanfic

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cosmic-hoboandthehighlander · 4 months

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You’ve gotta give us the details on Krissy Davis! What makes her top five for you?

Hi Babs!! I’m actually so glad you asked…

This is going to be a long post, I’ll break it up with some gifs! I was wondering if anybody would ask about her specifically because I don’t see a lot of talk around Krissy’s character like…anywhere? In fact, upon attempting to sort works on Ao3 with the ‘Krissy Davis’ tag reveals 0 results! To be honest, I never gave this character much thought until recently. I always sort of liked her, but we see her once then never again! First of all, in case anybody forgot what Krissy looks like, here she is!

Our first and only introduction to her is in Bye Bye Boo Boo; she is the president of the Boys4Now fanclub Tina is a part of. The things we know about Krissy are…not a lot, admittedly, so of course the fact that I’m drawn to her is really a mystery to me too!

I think the biggest thing for me is that there’s so much possibility with this character! Krissy is framed as someone who isn’t exactly Tina’s friend, but clearly she gets along well with her enough to be a member of this fanclub. For as popular as this band seems to be in-universe, it’s honestly a pretty small club, which tells me she probably isn’t a popular girl, at least not to the same degree as Tammy and Jocelyn seem to be. In fact, we don’t even know if she goes to Wagstaff! I assume she does, as Tina does mention something about Krissy calling an emergency meeting “after school” and Tina doesn’t have a cell phone so…how else would she have known if she wasn’t just…told at school?

I think what drew me to her was that she’s sort of framed as the antagonist of the episode she appears in, but it’s very clear that she’s not a bad person or even a mean girl in general. Even Tina sort of makes up with her in the end!

Krissy’s relationship with her dad seems like something interesting to explore because the way he acts, it is very obvious to me that she’s an only child. He tries so hard to relate to her and her mother seems…supportive but annoyed (mostly at her father?) her father very obviously would do anything for her — but also the whole signing up everybody at his company seemed more for himself than for his daughter. It’s interesting because it feels like she acts like a spoiled child but also…in a lot of ways, she acts sort of like a child whose…missing something. Maybe I’m just projecting, but she’s so open to interpretation, you know?

She’s also very emotional too, which she clearly gets from her dad, as they’re both seen crying over this boy band break up. It seems to me that Krissy feels her emotions very deeply and gets very attached to the things she enjoys. The end of this episode always sort of tugs at my heart strings too, even though it’s so short lived and it’s not as fulfilling as I’d like. When she’s so upset - and I wish I had a gif of this - and says “I hate him! Everybody hates him!” It’s just…I don’t know, I just feel like I wanna give her a hug. I feel like it was something we as viewers were supposed to examine through the lens of “bratty kid throwing a tantrum” but it very much does not feel that way to me.

I’d love to see her in more episodes, but if I’m being completely honest, she’s going to start making appearances in my fics!

#Krissy Davis #Bob’s burgers #Krissy Davis headcanons #long post #also she’s just so cute! I love her character design!#I mean a lot of it feels like theories and headcanons to me #or a character analysis that could very likely be wrong who knows lol #thanks babs that was fun!

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kaveh soft dom guy back again for more (you're feeding into my delusions)

mmmnm i don't know if it's because i'm ace or what, but any smut that is mean/degrading is an instant turn-off for me:// not my style whatsoever!! and it's disappointing how of the few domtop reader posts there are that barely any are just,,, gentle and loving or smth.

plus plus the fact that there is very little tender content relating to some heavy kinks or wtv. like tentacles. tentacles r so hot but i'm turned off 9/10 times bc it's either outright noncon, dubcon, or just downright mean:>

ofc i don't mean to shame anybody into that, but just like piss lol. some ppl are turned on by it just as it's an instant boner killer to others :shrug:

but enough nonsensical rambling: what about soft body worship w like kaveh or cyno or whoever else<33 just running your hands up and down their sides, mindful of the room's temperature and with a blanket in reach. when gooseflesh begins to follow your questing fingers, you tuck the blanket around him.

and just when he least expects it—all warm and cozy, but undeniably horny out of his right mind—, you flip the two of you so that he's straddling your thigh, blanket still tucked tight around him.

"ride me," you murmur, hands trailing up his quivering thighs,,, but your strap isn't on, and he looks at you with a pout. you grin. "ride my thigh, honey."

you swear you feel his cunt clench atop your tensed thigh, but your own thoughts are soon lost to the hazy high of sweet moans and whimpers fluttering past kiss-bitten lips.

hehe i may become a regular in your thirst boxes<3 if u don't mind, what characters are your favs? or just any you'd like a thirst for

MDNI

tw mention of trauma and issues related to consent //

hi again!

no same tbh. I go into the genshin smut tag being like la la la and then I see the reader degrading / humiliating the character in every single fic and I’m like 😐 it makes me uncomfortable! it’s an instant turn-off.

I’m not gonna get too into it but I have a very complicated relationship w physical touch / sex so seeing such a strong oversaturation of violence / aggressive control / shame in sex is really discouraging tbh. bc then it’s like do people even exist who would be kind and gentle and respect my boundaries?? then there’s the whole commentary on sexism and cisheteronormativity blah blah.

yeah unfortunately most kink content on the internet has major issues related to consent which is :/ it’s just not good because of how common it is. like on tumblr ppl generally are good abt tagging their stuff but media literally anywhere else has such an issue w it. I’m into lots of stuff but consuming content where it’s not centered around shame / degradation / humiliation is very hard to find, which is unfortunate.

I think kink definitely has its uses and can be major catharsis, especially in relation to trauma, but there needs to be a balance and variety in the intensity and type of dynamic in which kink is practiced / enacted (animated or real content).

omg I swear are you a poet?? your writing is so beautiful! kaveh is so sweet and soft that’s so tender 🥺 I love the concept of wrapping him up and making him so cozy. just cupping his face as his eyes water from how much pleasure he’s feeling.

my fave character is kaeya :)) he’s my baby boy and I really adore him. I’m so soft for him and he’s very special to me. transmasc Kaeya is canon as far as I’m concerned. idk if u write for women (understandable if u don’t!) but I also really love kujou sara and candace. women w strong integrity / morals are so <3

you can pop by again:) just don’t burn yourself out!

#also just to let u know I prefer to work c*ck to strap !! that’s me tho so if ur thirsting for urself write w/e u want #bc imagining I actually have a c*ck generally gives me gender euphoria hahaha #you’re welcome to pop by again! just be warned I’m not regularly on this acc #like I’ll leave for months at a time #just to warn u!#genshin smut #sub genshin #sub kaveh #Tw #kaveh x reader #kaveh smut #kaveh

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decafdoodlez · 2 months

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Pinned Post: Welcome and Intro ✨🤍🫶

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Hi there! Thank you for stopping by and checking out my blog!

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I implore those who do not want to see 18+ content with themes that are not completely "pure" to just move on and block me. I will not fight with you.

If you're just a bigot and/or a minor, I don't want you anywhere near me. I don't know how I can make this any more clear.

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Who are you?

I’m Allie! Or Decafdoodles/Decafdoodlez :)

What do you do?

I’m an illustrator and graphic designer, both professionally and as a hobby. I also do like to write on occasion. ❤️‍🩹

What fandoms are you in?

Currently: BTD/TPOF (mostly Ren/Fox content)

On occasion: MHA (mostly Dabi content), OC Content

What do you draw?

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All NSFW art will be censored. Sexual arts will not be posted here. Nudity will be shown, but censored always. (no nipples, no genitalia)

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Not at this time, sorry! My freelance work takes a bit of my time right now, but I’ll update when I’m available for commissions though!

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I might! Only if I have time. :)

Got any other design or art related questions? Shoot me an ask box question!

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Who are your current OCs?

Marina Kaninsen (25F/165 cm) - TPoF (OCxCanon ship: RenRina)

Rory Shay Flynn (28M/176 cm) - Personal OC for unamed VN project

Frederika Kumamoto (21-23F/157 cm) - BTD/YKMET (OCxCanon Ship: Main - StradeRika, Secondary - RenRika)

Kohaku Hajime (20-22F/170 cm) - MHA (OCxCanon ship: Main - DabiHaku, Secondary - MirkoHaku)

Are your OCs self inserts?

No! There may be some aspects of myself written into my OCs, such as Haku being timid, or Marina being results-driven, or Rika being emotionally guarded, but that can be said about mostly anybody who has ever made an OC, haha. My OCs are not vectors of me as a person, they don’t look like me, they don’t dress like me, and they are their own characters driven by different aspirations and goals. I have no issues with self-inserts though! If you go the self-insert route for your OC, that is totally valid! <3

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Of course! Please tag me if you do! :) <3

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Absolutely! =^~^= <3

Can I ship/pair your OC with my OC?

Absolutely, that is so fun! You can pair my OCs with anyone of any gender identity as long as they are of age (18+). All of my OCs are either unlabeled, or pansexual.

Can I ship/pair your OC with a canon character and my OC?

Yes! The more the merrier! For example, if you’d like to ship my TPoF OC Marina with the canon character Fox and your own OC, or my MHA OC Haku with the canon character Dabi and your own OC, that is A-OK!

If you have any OC related questions, please feel free to reach out to me through my ask box! :)

Thank you for reading through my pinned post! I love you, tyty! ╰(*´︶`*)╯❤️‍🩹

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wave2tyun · 4 months

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sooo, hello!!🥹💞 or welcome back!!!!

i don’t really know how to start this, at first i prepared a pretty long text because i wanted to explain why exactly i deactivated and what has been happening, but in the end i chose to scrap that and not get into in detail because it’s all related to my personal life and it's probably better to just keep that private, plus it’s some pretty heavy stuff as well, and i don't want to load that onto you. so this has kind of turned into a ramble instead amdbjdn

truth is that i have been struggling, a lot. october was one of the worst months mentally for me, which is when i chose to deactivate. at some point i did start slowly feeling better and i wanted to come back on here earlier than this but then things got worse🙂 like so much fucking worse😭😭 it’s still hard to believe and it still hurts and i almost can’t stop thinking about it, but looking back, i’m at least glad about getting through things the way i did- because i feel like the me one year ago would have acted and handled those situations so differently, or maybe i would have barely been able to handle them at all.

in the midst of it all, i started to lose my passion for writing. writing stopped being a form of escapism or a way for me to use my creativity. it just felt like a burden. whenever i wanted to write and opened up a doc i just felt paralyzed only by looking at it. i couldn’t get anything out, nothing for days on end. i felt like i was losing myself, in multiple aspects, not just writing, and the disappointment that overcame me only added more and more to my stress.

and i’m not going to lie, i’m still struggling a lot to write again :’) but i do want to give it another try. maybe it’s the fact that i first started out last year in december that is kinda making my heart tingle for it again andbjsns this period of time feels nostalgic:(

however, due to personal reasons (not regarding anyone on here, just to make that clear) i’d feel much safer and much more at ease to continue with a different username, i hope you guys can understand. i do feel very attached to my previous one but i really want to be able to post comfortably.

i do kind of regret deleting my other blog because of all the memories i’ve lost, but at the same time i’m also happy i did it because in a way it allowed me to fully choose to work things out and focus on myself without feeling burdened or rushed.

i don’t know how long it’s gonna take for me to post something new. i’ve been working on multiple things at once but the progress has been quite slow ambdkdn but at least it’s something!!!! so it might take a long time, it might also not. i don’t know, i’m just gonna let things be and let them happen whenever they happen. maybe you guys can also tell me some of the fics i should repost?? i won’t do them all at once cause they were quite a lot and that would clog up the tags anbdjdnd + i also need to proofread them again cause most of the time i’d do that directly on tumblr before posting🥲

soooo yeah. if you’ve read through this whole post, i really appreciate it!! :(<33 i’m happy to return on here while being in a better state, and if there’s anybody who would like to talk, do feel free to send me a message or an ask!! i’m still at home on winter break, but i will go on a trip pretty soon😔✊🏻 just so you know in case i might be slow with posting/replying!!

i hope 2024 will treat both me and you well. i hope it can be a year of growth and love, a year where we can freely let go and start anew. in a world where you constantly get beat down for everything i still want to choose to be gentle, sensitive, and soft. i love you guys!!!! :(💞💓💖💘💞💓💞

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eddiediazes · 1 year

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temptation tuesday

okay i’m trying my hand at this this week for the first time! since i didn’t get in on the fun last week bc i was klmasdf Suffering. so i got tagged by @diazass for temptation tuesday, so here are some wips i have that i’m considering getting back into and/or possibly writing for the big bang?? in part i may be using this to decide what i’m writing for the big bang if any of y’all like any of these.

1. 118 ghost hunters au - i’ve shared from this verse a couple of times but it’s actually a wacky little thing i’ve dreamed up where the 118 (minus eddie bc he just moved to la) are LA’s only official team of ghost hunters, and they’re state/city funded just like other emergency workers but for ghosts. so ghosts are kind of a known entity but not everyone believes in them - but the supernatural is real, eddie’s house is actually haunted, and buck has a messed up trauma backstory relating to his own personal supernatural experience :) also. ghosts so i get to indulge my own interest in Spooky

2. action star buck / fight coordinator eddie - i have also posted excerpts from this like a thousand years ago now but. basically buck is an actor and the star of a popular action franchise (something like a blend between mission impossible and john wick) and he keeps insisting on doing his own stunts, and bobby and chim, who work with him, are genuinely concerned about him and think he isn’t coming at it from a healthy place. enter eddie, a mostly retired stunt coordinator who now runs a gym with lena bosko, who gets Pulled Back In For One Last Job by chim, because bobby thinks he could help out with buck. cue resentment and distance slowly building into friendship and then they fall in love :) also you know. movie sets and fight scenes and dangerous stunts and buck having Issues with thinking he’s expendable.

3. buck is a mind reader - i still don’t have much of this, but i like what i wrote - so it’s that fic based on the concept that buck actually can read minds like we all joked about but. i ended up going with him always having been able to instead of getting it from the lightning - with the one hitch that he cannot read eddie’s mind, kind of like how edward can’t read bella’s mind in twilight???? i’m a cornball i know i get it

4. hunter eddie au - this is also more vague and could maybe be combined with the above idea depending on how i handled it all but basically one night i spent like kasmdlf an hour or something spiraling in kaitlin @iinryer‘s dms over the concept of eddie being raised as a hunter (yes like supernatural style) and like. feeling very trapped by the system of violence and like the only thing he’s good for is hunting but then he meets buck who is some kind of supernatural creature and eddie doesn’t realize at first and he’s doing a lot of hard work on his own to rise above the way he was raised and the kind of things his dad said about “monsters” and then eventually he finds out about buck and - well. you know. you get it

5. eddie goes back to el paso - this fic has no real plot but it is like. my baby my cinnamon apple. originally i started it after 5b after hero complex and i was like. what if eddie stayed in el paso for a while to fix things with his family and then he invited buck to join him. and then instead it eventually became actually what if frank encouraged eddie to go back to el paso to really fully confront things instead of just taking a quick visit and he suggested eddie also take like. a safe person for himself and eddie was like well obviously that would be buck so then they go to el paso together and eddie walks buck through like. all his childhood memories and all the places he grew up and like. idk that’s the whole fic. but i think about her a lot sdkalfm

SORRY I’VE NEVER SHUT UP ONE DAY IN MY LIFE this is so many words about my silly little ideas. i’ll tag @spaceprincessem @comaboybuck @buckactuallys @iinryer @gayeddieagenda @fallingthorns @colonoscopys and anybody else who sees this and wants to do it please feel free to say i tagged you!

thank you to anyone who reads klmasdf any of this. please do tell me if they sound interesting. thanks bye <3

#temptation tuesday

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icannotreadcursive · 1 year

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I want you all to know that the way I find fic to read is absolutely bonkers.

I’ve seen a few posts recently (including a poll or two) about fic searching strategies and habits on Ao3) so I’m thinking about this, and I just feel like sharing.

So, I used to just scroll through fandom tags, search by character or ship like a halfway sane person.

But then, for the sake of some personal research I went on a kick of searching by additional tags--things like Hanahaki, Possession, Mermaid AU--to see distributions of what kind of fics and fandoms different tropes and kinds of stories were common in. It was very interesting. I have done absolutely nothing with this research other than internalize it into my understanding of How Fandom Interacts With Stuff. It wasn’t even research related to the Metatext Guide. I’m just Like This.

This is a pretty long explanation, so buckle up and continue under the readmore if you want a glimpse into how weirdly my brain works.

Anyway, I have discovered that searching by tag both does a better job of providing fics that scratch an itch for a certain vibe (which is more often what I’m hunting for than anything about particular characters) and usually provides results that, by filtering, I can narrow down to a much shorter list to actually hunt through. (I find it frustrating and overwhelming to have like 20+ pages of results to go through for a given ship or something. It’s partly choice paralysis but mostly frustration that so many of those results will be things I’m not interested in and the need to comb through them by hand when I can’t readily narrow the filters further and the chances of missing something I really would like in between all the chaff, or from later pages of results because I’ve just given up.)

So what I do is pick a tag, search it, then click on it in the tagblock of whatever fic shows up in my initial search. This takes me to a results page of all the fics tagged with that tag, its variations, and any tags that stack under it.

This is usually a lot of results, but that’s okay. Now we filter like we’re goddamn sea sponges.

Most of the filtering I do at this point is Excluding. I will set the language (usually to English because that is my first language), set a length range depending on how I’m feeling, set a recent date rage if this is a tag I’ve looked at before and I don’t wanna reread, etc. But mostly it’s going down the Exclude section of filters, checking the boxes for fandoms I’m not interested in, ships I don’t like, the “Major Character Death” warning because I’m rarely here for that, “Reader” and “You” under Character because I personally cannot stand reader-insert fic, tags I’m not into, etc--then hit apply filters to reload the refined results, and repeat this process until the top 10 tags shown for every section in the filters is something I’m fine with.

At this point, I copy the URL from my search page and open another copy of it in another tab, Include something--usually a category (like all the m/f fics) or an additional tag (all the Hurt/Comfort)--and then do the whole Exclusion process again with that subset of results. Doing that, i can almost always whittle down to less than two pages of results to actually comb through--opening fics that look promising as I go. Once I’ve done that, I close the second search tab, Exclude the secondary search’s Included tag from my main search, then do all that again with a different Included tag’s subset of results.

Yes, the multiple rounds of filtering takes forever. Yes, I am aware this is a bizarre way to hunt for fics--the fact that it’s such a pain to do is a constant reminder that no one expected anybody to use the search and filter system like this.

I’m dyslexic, though. The round after round of filtering isn’t as draining on me as sitting there, reading through page after page of summaries and tagblocks--especially because I find the tagblocks difficult to parse, even with a dyslexia friendly siteskin on that does help. I don’t necessarily trust myself to catch a tag I don’t like; it’s more reliable for me to filter the living daylights out of things. (This is also part of why I simply do not read fics without summaries.)

If I’m in, say, a Mistaken Identity or Mutual Pining kinda mood, it usually doesn’t matter to me if that takes the form of Deep Space 9 or Sailor Moon--or, hell, with some tags, especially less common ones, I’ll happily read fics for fandoms I’m not even in, which can be a cool way to expand my horizons.

And, developing this method of hunting fic has given me a way to narrow down and section out overwhelming numbers of results when I do want to search by fandom, ship, or character. Like when I recently dove into Trigun fic for the first time.

So yeah, that’s how I search Ao3, in case anyone was wondering.

#eiiri has thoughts #fandom #Ao3

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dustyfairywings · 2 months

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Ok I think I know now how I wanna go about organizing my blogs.

I’m gonna make dedicated fan blogs for Blue Eye Samurai and Hazbin Hotel each. I’m gonna continue doing any original posts or reblogs about either within their respective blogs.

In the case of the BES blog specifically I’ll also be blogging about Edo Japan more broadly since I’ve wound up doing a lot of research in earnest about the period for fan fiction writing. I’m also thinking I’ll throw up any BES-related journal writing exercises I do over there. It’s probably gonna be a sort of open journal documenting my writing and research process interspersed with reblogs of others’ fan art, fanfics, and fan theories.

Likewise I will set up dedicated side blogs for any other specific non-fandom topics or aesthetics. I’m particularly fond of the surprisingly poetic prose of tumblr shit posts (think “tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit” type posts) and just the very specific type of humor and storytelling that arises from tumblr’s reblog system and the community’s character. There’s a certain je ne sais quoi to these posts I want to preserve haha.

I’m gonna change the name of this blog so it’s in line with all my other socials and I’m gonna uh TRY to clean this blog up (this is likely a Sisyphean task and I expect I might give up on this over time. But I still gotta try). I’m also gonna try to cut down on the number of mindless reblogs that wind up on this blog. If I reblog something here it should be because it’s helpful info/advice, important news/PSAs, or other people’s complete/finalized original work or fan work that I don’t have a dedicated blog for. In the case of informative posts I will do my best to only reblog it here once I’ve read through it and not just skim it tell myself I’ll read it later. In addition to all this I’m gonna uh actually try to use tags for organizational purposes. Force myself to slow down my mindless consumption and actually interact mindfully instead.

There’s still a lot of stuff I’ll want to reblog with zero thought or explanation just cause it’s funny or relatable or whatever, so all that sort of stuff will go on a dump blog. I’m really attached to the blog’s current name, it’s been with me from the start, so I’ll probably use it for my reblog dump.

Why do I feel compelled to do all this? Well, for the vast majority of my time on this site I was content with just being a faceless, largely voiceless user that just reblogs whatever is relatable in the moment and scrolling endlessly. I was on tumblr sure but I was never really in community with anybody. Now nearly a decade down the line, I feel like I’ve finally found community with others on this website thanks to Blue Eye Samurai, and the last thing I want is to drive people away bc they find my blog to be obnoxiously spam-like and disorganized. You can’t follow others from your secondary blog, only your primary blog and I actually want to have mutuals here. When it comes to social functions on this website, THIS blog is my first foot forward and generally others’ first impression of me. And in that respect, I’ve been a poor steward of my own image. If mutuals want to get to know me, this blog doesn’t really say anything useful or coherent about me. It’s literally a dump and we all deserve better than that.

#hope im not being weird or anything u guys #sorry but ive been subjected to the mortifying ordeal of being known #especially after like two of my fandom related text posts got like 30 notes each #i started sweatin #lile oh no i’ve said too much #and now i am being perceived in my digital pile of dirty laundry and used cups #nope can’t have that #digital equivalent of frantically cleaning up the house when unexpected visitors arrive #‘oh GOODNESS i deeply apologize for the state of this house please make yourselves comfortable while i panic clean’#ramblogging

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