#and half way through i'm like ohhhh ideas ideas ideas ideas oh god this is a shitpost

[kimberlyannharts]

LAST TIME ON POWER RANGERS: Ranger Slayer got herself captured by Dark Specter's forces while saving Drakkon's ass. BUT Drakkon makes up for it by saving HER ass from Dark Specter's corruption. BUT, he died in the process. So that means Slayer now has to save everyone's ass. Again. Seriously, this is like the third event where Slayer has to save everyone.

it's Power Rangers Unlimited: The Morphin Masters!

= so Drakkon and Slayer training together is canon, okay cool, book over, I got what I need

= But moving on from that these panels specifically make me crazyyyyy because what do you mean Tommy and Kim together means "happy ending"? What do you mean referring to Kim as Tommy's guardian angel? What do you MEAN redrawing Drakkon's death scene as more intimate than it was in 116????????

= MY STUPID EX-HUSBAND DIED ON ME SO I HAVE TO GO ON THIS STUPID QUEST

= So something cool about these energy beasts - they're all tied to ranger powers! A yellow bear, a red lion and ape, a gold praying mantis, a white rhino, and an orange scorpion. Sure, the latter wasn't TECHNICALLY a ranger power, just a zord, but there's a point to the "the PR universe did have Kyurangers at some point" theorists

= I just like this panel because it's silly. she's got the zoomies

= Slayer continuing to win the idgaf war against literal deities

= and then they founded an animation studio that gave us the Minions. so unfortunately they gotta go

= but in seriousness, I guess this is how we're going to rationalize how the MMs were portrayed in Beyond the Grid versus how they were portrayed in Power Rangers Universe - the BtG guys were a couple specific higher-power ones. It's fine, I guess. I'm still not a fan of the idea of an entire civilization just calling themselves Morphin Masters, though. Just make.....THESE GUYS the Morphin Masters. Why are they ALL the Morphin Masters??????? Now we have to establish a SUB-SECTION of the Morphin Masters!!!!!!!!!

= Slayer holding Drakkon and his death in high regard like this.......god. god.

= oh hi Blue really cool to see you again hope you don't die in the next few pages

= oh well never mind. Guess we're never going to find out why they came back to life, which was their reason for going into the Grid in the first place, huh

= I do like how we're going back to referring to Blue with they/them pronouns. I guess in hindsight we really were just misgendering them for years. awesome

= I'm glad we're fully acknowledging all the shit Slayer has gone through but I will admit my immediate reaction to the "it was fire" line was "she would not fucking say that". Maybe as a teen, sure. But NOW?

Pink: follow me to the orifice

Slayer: .....the ORIFICE?

= oh hey guys, how have you been since you got retconned into existence and therefore have accomplished nothing in the main series

= I know this is supposed to be a whole thing of "ohhhh these guys think they're free but they're still being controlled yada yada" but at the same time as someone who hated the Emissary retcon and wishes that we could have gotten more from the characters as they were before........them being angry over losing what they had is very very good and I wish it wasn't done through "evil corruption magic." It was good with corrupted Slayer because they dedicated an entire issue to it and FREED HER at the end, allowing more time and space for development; here it's just a quick fight scene and in the case of Blue, followed up with death. And slight spoilers here, even if they don't die here, the way the Emissaries have been dropping like flies doesn't give me much hope for their survival if they show up in the main series

= I wonder if this is a reference to how in an early draft for the Ranger Slayer one-shot, the Bow of Darkness was going to be broken in half by Zombie Rita and Slayer would have used it as dual swords. Either way it's fucking cool

= also while the inclusion of Dino Thunder as one of Pink's forms is a simple mistake, it takes me back to those old DT AU fics where Kim became DT Pink. They're canon now guys, no takebacks!

= So turns out the "Illumination" are just a bunch of senile grandpas. Yeah, that's.............the big revelation for where the Morphin Masters have been. ok

= Now let me just say for this story, the Morphin Masters being useless is a fine decision, for the same reason why the Morphin Masters were useless in Dino/Cosmic Fury - you can't have these overpowered god figures show up and fix everything with a wave of their hand. This applies to every story ever - the god-like figure is captured, or dead, or simply doesn't care enough to interfere. It's a very basic and logical choice for a narrative in order for our actual grounded protagonists to be the heroes.

HOWEVER. It's another instance of Boom hyping up these kinds of storylines as groundbreaking revelations of PR's mythos for years just for the actual reveal to be kind of a letdown. Phantom Ranger's identity. Dark Specter being a major villain. The Squadron Rangers. And now the Morphin Masters' current status. All hyped-up concepts that either get rushed or end up secondary to other concepts, and in the end, don't feel like they matter. It's getting to be a bit tiresome, and I'm saying that as someone who doesn't hold PR lore high on her list of reasons I enjoy the franchise in the first place. And it doesn't help here that, as I've said before, it just feels more like a way to stretch out this event to fill its year-long timeframe. By the end of this book, nothing was accomplished except two more Emissaries are dead (not that they did anything before this) and I guess Green and Black will eventually join the fight, so what was the point of it all. Slayer never really believed the Morphin Masters would help them anyway, so it's not like she changed by the end either - Pink was the only one who really developed as a character, and, well......

= Pink quick eat an imaginary Snickers you're not you when you're hungry

= this is the third person Slayer has killed in two books. she's so good at her job

= also you may have noticed that we've killed two Emissaries and they're not turning to stone nor having a giant spider boi burst out of their bodies. It's soooooooooooo cool how that entire story arc meant nothing in the long run

= ugh yes queen swear off religion just like that

= also at this point Drakkon has wielded the power of a Morphin Master and Slayer was offered the position of one. What I'm getting at here is Tomberly are indeed divine figures

#mmpr #mmpr comic #mmpr comic spoilers #comic recap #pr unlimited #the morphin masters

[cosmic-cd]

i post about hazel a lot but

i think my fursona RGB is like. such a winner because specifically she is both a blorbo and also "ohhhh my god she's so me"

id been struggling on settling on a fursona for so long before i hit upon RGB- who wasn't even initially??? supposed to be my fursona????? at all?????????

just a random protogen design that like, ended up sticking

for years after the fact. and now i have a 3D model of her steadily in the works and plushie of her that is like, half as big as me

what is wrong with her. i love her so much. if i didnt spend so much money on the plush i'd pour milk on her and throw her at a wall. (i wont though)

and well like, i think the secret of her lasting so long is i finally figured out the ideal blend of fictional character to oh that's just straight up me TM

my first two fursonas kinda flopped and ended up as OCs because they were too distant from me- karra's really serious at this point and has siblings (i'm an only child) and while comet's actually not too far off from RGB personality-wise, she's also developed as a character in away (again with siblings, i don't have any) that differs too much from me- but i value them both as OCs, so this isn't a loss by any measure

then came nova, who doesn't really look or act like me, but i thought at the time that if i adamantly didn't give her any backstory, she'd stick. and she did stick for a while! but for varying reasons, i ended up dropping her (but i might give her a lite redesign sometime- keep her as an OC or little mascot either way) and in hindsight- she never really felt like me, even if i liked her

there was a time before nova and after nova where i didn't have a fursona- i had hazel off and on in varying forms as a representation of me, but she was only made official a little before nova was a thing- and while hazel is solid "oh yeah that's me babey" department, and i have Fursona Edition Hazel, she doesn't really cover the base of "having a fursona" for me

does that make sense???? i cannot explain to you why i need so many fursonas. it's so hard to explain but hazel and RGB fulfill two separate ecological niches.

i had some misc fursonas that lasted maybe a year at maximum, but usually like. a few months, spread over the course of a few years before RGB came about

RGB wasn't even immediate. it was kind of a slow roll of a headworld kinda failing to make any traction, my previous fursona at the time not really sticking but me having cool ideas on having an interdimensional traveler on purpose OC- i kept designing and accumulating characters that i wanted to use but had no use for

and then RGB suddenly clicked with me, i settled on the DIMENSION/CROSS concept, and i've been chipping away at developing it through just. thinking really hard about my guys & roleplaying with them. (the delight of having OCs that can visit friends' OCs any time they want for any reason)

and i keep waiting to fall out of love with her but it just.

hasn't happened yet!

i actually came close because some part of me feels like RGB's design isn't actually that great and got worried she's just kind of a visual mess. but i dunno, some really kickass art i've received made me feel better. i started drawing her consistently the way i want too, so i feel like. a lot more solidified in loving her and enjoying her as a character!!!

it's weird, because RGB has a lot of story. backstory, even. distinct from me as a person. she's a lot more boisterous and loud and irresponsible. dare i say cool when she's not being a little stupid. but, a lot of that's a veneer- that's what she wants you to see. inside, when all that's stripped away, she's still just me. she's the 8ft tall space captain on a road trip with her friends that i wish i could be! but despite that, ive never felt closer to any character i've ever come up with before and that makes me really happy

she is SO fun to write. she has like, so much emotional baggage she's running away from because she doesn't want to be compared to hazel (who is soggy and miserable and 🥺 and a nerd) but we all know they are the same.

tl;dr i love my fursona. she's a loser. this post is really long.

#cosmo rambles

[amber-isnt-a-precious-stone]

a fruk eurovision 2021 tragedy in four parts (some other hetavision here!)

#i'm british so this isnt a hate crime 👀👀👀👀 i think?? lololol #we're so shit i have to make fun of it #but 4 reals i've had convos with brexit voters who are pissed off about 0 points?? like ??? europe fucking hates us thanks to you ugh #eu can i join? just me ;--; just me alone can i be part of the eu as an individual pls i hate it #my posts #i get overwhelmed when i start making these memes thinking oh god this isn't gonna work how am I gonna do this #and half way through i'm like ohhhh ideas ideas ideas ideas oh god this is a shitpost #hetavision #hetalia #eurovision #eurovision 2021 #united kingdom #france #hetalia world stars #world stars hetalia #hetalia meme #aph england #fruk #aph fruk #hws england #aph france #hws france #hetalia shitpost #hetavision 2021

[ohsugar-honey-iced-tea]

Bottoms up! (SMUT)

So basically me and @kulaykape had a bet going on about who could write the best Ina x mc smut where Ina is one hell of a bottom and well I tried :)

@citybornchick @thedaft1 @astrangeandunusualgirl @domakir

Have fun!

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Ina was just coming home from work. She's been having a long day at work. Lot's of conversations with colleagues, students and a lot of discussions. She loved her job, but she was getting tired of always bossing her students around about papers and tests. For once she just wanted to be told what to do.

Luckily, her girlfriend Bella, the one Ina has been in a relationship with for almost two years, can read Ina like a book. She knows exactly what she wants, when she wants it and how she wants it. From earlier texts Bella noticed something off with Ina.

One of Ina's texts told Bella that she misses the time where she was a student and didn't have to tell anyone what to do and that she actually misses the things like getting deadlines, being put in her place and all that stuff.

Ina: Bella, I will be home around 8pm. There are a lot of things going on at work and unfortunately I must finish a lot of things and tell some students what they must learn and do to succeed the next assignment before being able to go home. I am sorry. I do miss when times were simpler, where I was the one getting the deadlines and being told to do something, instead of saying so myself. Growing up truly is dissapointing.

So Bella got an idea. When Ina was at work, she went to the sex shop and bought two new toys they didn't already have and bought a sexy leather outfit for herself to wear. She made sure everything was ready in the livingroom and bedroom and got into her outfit.

Then Ina came home.

The living room was dark, with only a few candles lit and the lights were low red, thanks to the new app Bella had installed on her phone where she can change the colors of the lamps. And the music Ina heard was, well, kind of sexy? Ina couldn't really tell, her mind was still toasted of having to boss people around.

Then Ina's sight suddenly went dark. "Here's what's going to happen. You're gonna undress yourself like a good little girl, get on your knees and wait for further instructions." When Ina's sight was back, she was alone again. So Ina did what she was being told to do, with a smile on her face. Once she was completely naked and put all her stuff away, she got on her knees. Again, a blindfold was being placed on her eyes. "Good girl. Now, here's what's going to happen tonight. I'm feeling quite generous, and I'm feeling like using my new toys on you. From now on, you'll call me Ms. Fiennes. If you disobey me in any way, there will be a punishment for it. You will not ask anything unless I tell you to. I make the rules tonight. Do you understand?" "I-- yes, ms. Fiennes, I understand." Ina was loving this and was already so into this. "Good. For now, the blindfold will stay on. Don't hold back on any sounds." "...Yes ms. Fiennes"

Bella pushed Ina onto her fours, so she was facing Bella in doggy style position. Even though Ina was blindfolded, she could hear the sound of something humming near her. "Now, my little pet, I'm going to be using my first toy on you." The toy in question was a vibrator with a clitoris stimulator on top of it. "Please, ms. Fiennes, I'm yours." "Exactly what I wanted to hear." And with that she places the toy on top of Ina's back. Goosebumps were immediately showing on Ina's skin. She moves the toy in a torulously slow line down Ina's back to the place where she needed her the most. "Now, you don't think I'm just gonna give you the pleasure without getting anything out of it? No, no. I want to hear you beg for it." Bella said, as she moved the toy just above where Ina wants her desperately. "Please, ms. Fiennes. Please take me hard. I'll do anything you want. Just please, please-- ohhhhh..!" With that, Bella started to move the toy around Ina's clit. Ina was tantalised by the way Bella was working against her. "Say it. Tell me what you want", she wispered in Ina's ear. "I want you to be inside of me, ms. Fiennes" and with that, Bella made the toy slide into Ina, careful to place the clitorisstimulator just right. "Ohhhh- I-I... please, ms. Fiennes, please move against me" so she did. She slid the toy in and out of Ina, each stroke harder then the last one, until all she could hear were Ina's moans. "Now, I want you to come for me, like the dirty little girl you are" "I-I'm close, fuck I'm so close, I- I- ohhhhh fuck!" And with that, Ina was going through her first orgasm of the night. The combination of the vibrator sliding in and out of her and the stimulation on her clit made Ina see stars she never saw before.

"So, my little plaything. How did that feel?" Bella asked as she licked some of Ina's arousal off her fingers. Ina was completely flustered. "That felt amazing, ms. Fiennes. Please let me return the favor" Ina wanted to repay Bella for treating her with a night like this. "I make the rules, I tell you what to do. Stand up." So she did, and Bella took her blindfold off. Before her was standing Bella, with dark eyeliner on, a black lace bra, a leather skirt and long black heels. A true sex goddess. "Now, I want you to walk to the kitchen island and bend over it" Ina obeyed, and bend over for Bella. "Now, I'm going to taste you, do not hold back on the sounds" "yes, ms. Fie- ohh!" Bella dove in, sliding her wet tongue through Ina's even wetter slit. "You taste amazing" and with that she introduced two fingers inside of Ina. "Ohhmygod, that feels- you are- mmhhhh" Ina was having a hard time finding the words about what Bella was doing to her. Bella's eyes landed on something standing on the kitchen counter. "Do you see that fruitbowl over there? I want you to give me a piece of fruit." So Ina did. She grabbed the first piece she could get, a smooth pear, with a slim top and a round bottom. "Good girl. Sweet and juicy, just like you." She said, as she was pressing the pear onto Ina's clit. "Ohh.. what are you doing down there?" "That's for me to know, and for you to never find out." And with that, she slided the slim half of the pear inside Ina and gently swirled it around. Bella would have never imaginer using a pear like this would be this good. "Ohh God, that is just.... ohhh" Bella noticed Ina's left leg started to tremble so she pushed her further by licking at her clit. As she was licking her clit, she was enjoying the taste she and only she would get to taste from now on. She tastes perfect, and Bella is officially addicted to the taste of Ina Kingsley. "Please, ms. Fiennes, may I come?" And with that, Bella made Ina come again.

Bella took the pear out of Ina and stood up so she was standing behind Ina. "Now open up..." she wispered in Ina's ear. Ina's mouth opened, and she took a bite out of the pear that was inside her moments ago. She gently pushed the pear in Ina's mouth as her other hand started to caress her breasts and slightly pinch her nipples. "How does it taste?" "Very, very good, ms. Fiennes" "that's mostly the taste of what I'm doing to you, my little pet." "I taste sweet." "That's why you're my favorite flavor" *wink*

"Now, down on your knees" Bella sad as she was lifting her skirt up, only to reveal no underwear underneath it. "You didn't think you'd get all the pleasure, now did you?" Bella grasped Ina's hair. "Beg for it." "Please let me lick your pussy, I need to taste it. It's the only thing I'll ever need." And with that, Bella moved Ina's head exactly as she wanted her, and let her amaze her with her tongue. "Mm.. you feel incredible" and she pulled her head up to make her look her in the eyes. "You are mine, after tonight you are officially mine. Don't you ever forget that." "I won't, ms. Fiennes, I'm forever yours." "Now that' a good girl"

"Please, ms. Fiennes, can I come? I want to come desperately." Bella stopped stroking Ina with her hand from behind. "Now, my little pet, what did I say about asking? Didn't I warn you that you'd be punished for misbehaving?" Ina went silent for a while before answering. "You did, ms. Fiennes." "I am a woman of my word. Get over here." She sat down in their livingroom chair and pointed at her lap, letting Ina know to go and bend over her knee. So she quickly hurried to Bella. "I'm going to spank you five times. You're going to count with me. Understood?" When she didn't reply she squeezed her ass firmly. "Understood?" "Ohh- yes, ms. Fiennes." "Good girl" and she gave her the first slap. "Ohhh- one..." the second slap "nnhhhh... two" "I want to hear you louder." Another slap. "Ohhmy... t-THREE" Bella was smirking at her self. She slapped her for the fourth time. "Ahhhh... FOUR" and then finally the last slap. "FIVE! ooohh...." "now there's a sight to remember" Bella said as she started to play with Ina's behind. Ina was surprised at finding out how erotic she found this. Bella moved her hand furthur, starting to finger her. "Ooohhh shoot.." Ina moaned softly. "Look at you, all hot and bothered... lying in my lap.. desperate to cum" Bella said, and with that, she let Ina fall over the edge. "Ohhh shit, shit, shit my go- ooooohhh yes!"

Ina was an utter and complete mess when Bella made her climax time after time. Bella took her in every position, and clearly doggystyle was one of their favorites yet. As Bella was pounding into Ina with a new strap-on she bought, Ina was moaning and squirming uncontrollably. Bella grasped Ina's hair and pulled her close. "Who do you belong to? Who's body is this? Who's pussy? Tell me now" Ina was bucking her hips into Bella's. "You, ms. Fiennes, only you." Come for me, let me hear what I'm doing to you" "oooohhh... I'm going to.. I'm about to-- ohhhhhhhh my god, yes, yes oh fuck!" Ina's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was feeling yet another climax, each one seeming to feel more amazing then the last.

Many, many rounds later, they collaped on their bed together. Bella lies on her side next to Ina with her hand placed on Ina's stomach while Ina still tries to catch her breath. "So, how was that for you?" "It was amazing, ms. Fiennes" Bella chuckles. "You know you can call me Bella now, right?" "I know, I'm sorry, I guess my mind is still in a different galaxy. Seriously, babe, you made me see and feel things I've never seen or felt before." Bella starts stroking Ina's hair. "Well, I noticed you were down from your text earlier, and I made a judgement call and thought this would be what you would like and need the most" "I really did, thank you, sweetheart" Bella kisses the top of her head. "Don't ever thank me for that. It was my pleasure, trust me." Ina nuzzles her head in the crook of Bella's neck. "I think I might be a bit sore tomorrow" Ina says and Bella starts blushing slightly. "Was it too much?" "Never. Just be prepared to get payback any day now. Be prepared." Bella pecks Ina on the lips. "For you, my dear, I am always prepared." She gives Ina one last kiss. "I love you" "I love you more" "not possible. Now get over here." They settle into each other arms and fall into a deep sleep together, both having a smile on their face as they dreamt about many more future moments like this to come.

The end

[notmanagingmymischief]

ᴇxᴀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇx; ᴘᴛ 1

Hello. I am here, and I am ready to simp. So welcome to the first installment of "Examinations with Bex," a new series on my blog where I, Bex, rewatch shows that I've watched a thousand times already in order to finally be able to get out all my thoughts onto paper so they no longer have to sit in my mind doing nothing.

Don't expect a lot. I have ADHD, these thoughts are going to be extremely random and probably not concise in the least. Also, s̵̓��̲̂i̶̱̜͙̇̉ͅm̸̮̙̦̗͆̾p̷̞̓.

This series is sponsored by a lovely anon and @cordeliaswhore, so go over and thank them for the encouragement (and permission) to post these.

And with that......let's begin.

Starting off strong with the intro scenes; real footage from various riots and examples of police violence/misconduct. I love that they put these here, but at the same time it doesn't quite make sense? This case wasn't about police violence, but the awareness that it gives is nice I suppose. It does upset me, of course, seeing all of this, but it's necessary if we're going to understand how terrible that was.

You didn't oversleep you committed double homicide.

Gods I love shibas so much 🥺

The fact that he did it with the kids still in the house??? Bold.

Oh dear god that's so fucking gruesome

Oh yeah. Family dispute. Do you mean when Nicole pleaded with you to help her and then you didn't, you stupid fucking son of a bitch?

Is jumping over the gates trespassing if you're a detective???

"She's been killed?" "Yes." "iS sHe DeAd???" No dumbass she's on a vacation to the Bahamas OF COURSE SHE'S DEAD

I....did you....think it wasn't...a crime scene????????

mARCIAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

okay this is where it loses it's seriousness and I just become a simp so be ready for that 🤪✌

"you guys are gonna starve" hehehehehe i giggle

ohhhh the little voice crack when she says "yeah" makes me 🥵

lmao Marcia not having any idea who OJ is is such a mood i love it

god I love her yelling ughhhh 😫

i feel so bad for those kids, they didn't deserve to lose their mom :/

every time i see that first scene with marcia walking in with her assistant, i consider writing a story about r being her assistant but i hold myself back because i already have 15 wips started

reporter shaving in the street is a mood lmfao

no one cares robert fuck off

i'm half tempted to blame all of this on that damn reporter that filmed him getting handcuffed

the inconsistency in these explanations genuinely piss me off sm, like that should have been such a fucking red flag, are you stupid?!

literally marcia has a right to be upset because he just keeps changing his story that's so sketchy

damn jUiCe calm tf down your anger issues are showing

STOP YELLING

STOP IT

cancel bob shapiro 19K94

John Travolta terrifies me I don't like that sharp jawline in the least

the way marcia and bill just don't say a word and walk separate ways because they know they aren't really gonna work together yet lmaooo

two bobs in the same case; ew.

god i feel so bad for herrrr having to go through another divorce and just as she's starting such a big case? ugh

"well I didn't know OJ Simpson was going to murder his wife on Sunday!" YES GO OFF QUEEN

wow coworker bonding time over a murder timeline and a cigarette 🥺

i fucking hate the media and this is why

literally crowding around a funeral????? how disrespectful can you be???

lmfao i still CANNOT get over the fact that the same gal who played Vivien Harmon also plays Fey Resnick gsdjhkfll

yeah why didn't you do something, huh? maybe you coulda stopped this, but you didn't.

the way he looks to the cameras, he wants his photo to be taken. he knows he did it, and he just loves all this attention

nicole was so beautiful......god this makes me sick

get your filthy lips off of her you fucking cunt

okay marcia's back she'll make it better

oh she called herself mommy ohhhhh

bob shapiro suuucckkssssss D:<

stop being dramatic you fucking bitch

fuck off

pffff that psychiatrist sounds like one of my friends lmfaooo

oh yeah marcia is gonna blow a gasket hehehe

marciaaa i love her professional voice, like how firm she is, it's so niceeee

i'm very gay and very simpy

yeah guess what he shoulda offed himself then we wouldn't have had to deal with any of this bullshit

kardashian mind your own business

oh my gods

"who is this?!" and "this is district attorney Marcia Clark! Where are you?!" make me 😳🥵😫

oh her hands oh my gods

LMAO "don't kill yourself in Kimmy's bedroom" GDHJSK

GOD LOVES YOU BAHAHA NO HE DOESN'T

bob hears "he's suicidal" and just goes 🤨🤨 lol

mmmmm "I shall be released" playing as police cars drive up delicious

you could never look like a moron Marcia you're too gorgeous

i will say, his run for the border is iconic

but in the bad way.

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OKAY that was episode one. I hope you enjoyed my ADHD brain going off on this show and simping over Clark, but I will be back (probably tomorrow) to examine the next episode 😌

#examinations with bex #the people vs oj simpson episode 1

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

i am out there!! i'm glad you liked it! i'm definitely trying out the recipe you left in the tags. it sounds way better than just banana and peanut butter. i always have to pay a lot of attention when i type banana because i've ended up with "bananana" way too many times

i was planning to run straight to your askbox the second i saw you replied but then the end of the semester happened and it killed me. hopefully i'm done with it now

i do exactly the same thing with height! if you tell me your height in feet i have absolutely no idea how tall that is. if you say that in centimetres that's easy. i mean you're 155cm so that's 12cm shorter than me. when you told me that in feet i was like okay cool i have no idea how much shorter than actually is

i love birds!!! so that seems awesome! i am now titling you the queen of birds. and i'm glad your vacation was good! i think i saw a couple of posts you made about it so it definitely does seem like a lot of fun! and did you ever figure out completely what that see through animal (?) in the sand was? i had no idea stuff like that even existed so now i'm invested in knowing what it is

i am 100% hiring you for my coming out party i'm throwing in a couple of years. it's gonna be fun. if we don't get immediately kicked out i promise good food and some spicy drama between my homophobic relatives and my accepting relatives! and my brother's, who i already came out to, dry commentary

i was definitely not the one you told about burma trails! but from the tags i'm just gonna say how is that allowed and why does it seem like a weird type of torture? i hate it, i probably would've had a heart attack 3 seconds in

oh yeah i actually can't tell most of the time if the memories from my childhood are actual memories or if it's just a combination of having seen photos and heard stories about it

my glasses prescription is fine i think. my eye doctor said that i get headaches from glasses because... well i tried to explain this and then deleted it all because it was a very scientific explanation when she said it and i zoned out pretty much halfway through and even the part that i did understand i can't translate to english! but it has something to do with the fact that with contacts it's enough to move my eyes in the direction i want to look at and with glasses i have to move my whole head and my brain got so used to contacts that it overdoes it with the eye movements when wearing glasses? i dunno. this is the best i can do in explaining it

i must admit i'm very jealous of the never snows part because while snow is pretty to look at it's absolutely freezing! for the past week i slept under a duvet, three blankets while wearing pants and a long sleeve shirt and i still woke up cold. because for a couple of nights it was around -22°C. it's great

ohhh you got pretty lucky as a kid then! my kid self would have absolutely lost it at getting the equivalent of 5/10 bucks. i probably would have bought so much candy

excellent!!! hope you’re enjoying the vague void from whence you came! i’ve never said whence before in my LIFE i wonder if i used it correctly. anyway. the actual recipe was way more specific but once i saw ‘2 frozen bananas’ and looked at all the sliced bananas in my fridge, having no idea how many there were, i just started improvising sdfkhsdfs. I’d be interested to try it with yoghurt though if I can get some dairy free plain stuff, I’m sure I can somewhere. Banana used to be my biggest problem when I was younger. Then I learnt words like occasion and necessary and embarrassed and I realised the more english I tried to learn, the worse my life was gonna get. And I was right. On the bright side, developing an inability to ever spell occasion correctly made banana seem a lot easier to handle.

that is fair. end of semesters are rough. i cannot function during them at all. i hope everything chills out for you!! i’m not sure how the school year is over there but maybe it’s break time? that’d be nice. but rest in peace anyway, enjoy being dead! they say necromancy is frowned upon in all societies but I reckon it’s just called making a friend when you’re dead so maybe you wanna take that up as a hobby! I’ve heard it’s nice this time of year!

yup! sometimes I’m like oh you’re 5 foot 4? that sounds way taller than me. but it...it really isn’t...it’s like an extra 8cm or something. which adds up! but in my head I was picturing a MUCH taller height. In my head I think I picture 6 foot and 5 foot 4 as the same height, now that I think about it.

!!!!! my first order as queen of birds is to meet a morepork face to face so we can chat about the price of pork these days. yes!! the first half was nice but the second half was really fun. my best guess is still that it’s a salp? Maybe? So many salp pictures are massive groups of them but like,, from what i can tell of singular photos,,, it was maybe that? I guess the only other possibility is it’s just some clear jellyfish but salp does seem more likely. At first I was like oh duuude boob implant for the ocean!! but then I realised it actually seemed kinda alive and was probably an actual creature. my bad.

excellent. i’ll break any tension by dropping the vampire act for the mouse act. will do backflips for cheese. will bite ankles for homophobic comments. Will pull a knife out of god knows where, not to threaten anyone, just to clean my nails with to make everyone nervous. I offer many services. I’m flexible. And I love me some good food.

I actually DON’T know the reason behind burma trails. I really don’t. The reason ‘it’s a fun activity!’ seems a little fake. if it’s a fun activity then why did Mrs. G. tell us a horror story about the forest before we went out to navigate said forest at night, blindfolded, surrounded by wildlife and parents supervising (*cough* waiting for the opportunity to jump out at you *cough*) with a teacher at the end waiting to scare us. So we can learn how to navigate the forest in the dark? So we learn how to follow a mysterious rope INTO the forest at night? seems dodgy to me. school camps be like [drives you out to forest] follow this rope and don’t take your blindfold off. like. bruh. i almost DID have a heart attack one time, I got stuck like something was holding my leg. First thought-ah, must’ve got my leg stuck in a big stick. Second thought-maybe this is one of the parents fucking around, it feels more like a grip than a twig. Third thought-I cannot get my leg free no matter what I do what the fuck is HAPPENING so I started crying out for help. When they FINALLY came they found nothing my leg was caught on so that was fun. love that for me. I was able to move as soon as they arrived. That’s not weird at all. anyway.

I think most of my early memories are just from stories I’ve been told and photos I’ve seen. My memory tends to be horrible I highly doubt I remember that one time I was eating dirt from the garden out in the yard gleefully. I just saw the photo evidence. mm spaghetti. bone apple teeth. my character hasn’t changed at all since I was a wee babe.

ohhhh okay. I think I get what you mean by that. Thank you for trying to explain! That’s really interesting. I guess I do move my head a lot with glasses. Although I have massive glasses so it’s probably easier for me to just move my eyes where I want. I reckon with smaller glasses I’d have to move my head way more.

the temperature comment is so funny because during the heart of winter i tend to sleep with a sheet, a blanket, a duvet, then 2-4 blankets on top while in a long sleeve shirt and long pants and sometimes bed socks and often a hottie (i’ve never realised how that sounds out of context...a hot water bottle...is calling it a hottie normal or is a my family thing? is this a nz thing? now i’m questioning myself). in my uni accommodation last year we didn’t have proper heating during most of winter and well. there was a quilt added to everything else. every blanket i could find. how cold does it get here in winter? rarely ever past 0 degrees celsius. I would literally die in your position, clearly. I could not survive that. Props to you for making it through aha.

yesss. Before when I found five dollar notes it’d be on the street and I’d be like oh no! Mum we have to hand this into the police station! It’s a lot of money, someone will be looking for it! Understandably she was like,, lindsey they might miss it but there’s not really any way you can find them,,, I still refused to spend it. That was like my first time really getting that much money for myself. The dairy on main street sold lollies for 10 cents each and they had like, 30 different lil glass boxes so you’d go I want 3 of 26, 5 of 7, ohhh and 5 of 13 please! I dunno if they’re still 10 cents each but I thought it was the best thing ever as a kid. I think I wanted to save the money though sfdjsdkfhs put it in my piggy bank to save up for something ‘super cool’. Aka probably like a neat soft toy to sleep with sdfsdkfs.

#Anonymous #i wrote the majority of this reason like a couple hours after you sent it #then i went to bed because it was late. thinking to myself. oh i'll finish the last bit in the morning! #but of course in the morning the lil 1 didn't show up above mail and it was located in my drafts now so my dumb ass was like ah yes #absolutely nothing to respond to here! #i should know by now i never remember if i save things to drafts sfjshkdfhsdf #anyway #i REMEMBERED. a few days late. BUT i didn't just forget entirely so! there's that! #now i'll finish the last bit of the response and edit the incomprehensible tired mumbling parts #although i'm currently overheating so now it'll be incomprehensible overheated brain parts! fun! #no i cannot handle cold temperatures no i cannot handle 'hot' temperatures i can handle like a one to two degree range #and nothing else. life is. a trip. #I still don't know what to call dairy's when talking to people outside nz #corner store? they're not always on corners. convenience store? maybe. small shop? idk dude #i don't quite know the correct thing to equate them to. #but they sell lollies sometimes. that's the main point here sdkjhskdf #now to decide what I'm doing tonight #play stardew valley. watch someone else play stardew valley on youtube. stare at my ceiling thinking about stardew valley. do the dishes #earlier today i was like maybe...maybe i'll watch a movie...add some variety to my life... #i wanted to rewatch whatever movie has that song that is like agggooonnnyyyyyy #that's the only word i remember from the song. so it's that. or...well...back to my obsession

[lilac-writes]

I dont wanna be annoying so I'll pick the best ones first: 1, 4, 8, 19, 30, 37, 38 and 39 😳 I love u I'm sorry if it's too much

Ohhhh boy, here we go!

This got super long so I’m putting the answers under a read more.

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Fluffy, full of my terrible sense of humour, probably a little romantic in a sort of tender way.

4.  How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

I just had to go count them. Including my WIPs and everything in my “Ideas” folder there’s like twentyish (help meeeee). I talked a bit about my wips in a previous answer, so I’ll tell you a tiny bit about my other half-baked ideas. The other day @ayumilovesstars​ got me thinking about a fic in which Gaara tries to avoid an arranged marriage, so I’m still thinking about how I want to do that one. There are so many possibilities. 

I’ve been wanting to do a fairy land au for a while and @ghoste-catte​‘s The Stolen Child is making me really really want to write it. (If you haven’t read The Stolen Child yet, I cannot recommend it enough. It isn’t even finished yet, but it’s definitely one of my favourite fics. Ever.) So I’ve actually got two ideas for how to do that AU now. 

And I almost completely forgot about it until I just went to look through my list of ideas. Um, I’m actually kind of a dorky cyclist. I mean, I’ve got the super light carbon fibre bike, the lycra outfit, the whole thing. And I kind of want to do a GaaLee Tour de France AU. I know that’s ridiculous and I’m not sure anyone would read it, but I couldn’t help myself (it’s the spandex, it just makes sense.)

8.  Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Oh damn, my writing is kind of dialogue heavy. So I’m going with the first one to come to mind, which is this bit from The Question on His Lips:

"How do you say that so casually?" Gaara asked quietly.

"Say what?"

"That you're in. . .you know," Gaara turned his face away as though suddenly very interested in something on the other side of the street. "That you're in love with me."

Lee stopped walking and tugged on Gaara's hand until they stood facing each other. Gaara stared blankly at the pattern on Lee's scarf.

"Because it is the truth of how I feel," Lee explained. Gaara looked down at his shoes and chewed his lip.

"Gaara," Lee gently tilted Gaara's chin up to look him in the eye. "You do not need to be worried. I know it is still difficult for you." His eyes flickered to the mark on Gaara's forehead.

Gaara frowned. "What if it never stops being difficult?"

"Then, that is okay."

Gaara grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "I need you to understand," he said urgently. "I feel the same way you do, it's just hard for me to say it."

"I know that," Lee soothed him.

"But if I don't say it enough, will you always know? Or will you start to doubt. . ?"

"Gaara, as long as I am the person you choose to stay up with you at night, the one you trust to have your back on a dangerous mission, the first person you run to when you need help, I will always know," Lee whispered, stroking the soft skin beneath Gaara’s jaw with his thumb. He laughed suddenly, "Here you are, walking around a foreign ninja village with just that tiny gourd and no armour, and you think I could doubt that you are in love with me?"

I still like this one a lot, just because I love fics which touch on the difference between how Gaara and Lee feel and communicate their emotions. Lee wears his heart on his sleeve and is open about how he feels. Gaara seems to have a complex relationship with his own emotions and is much more reserved about expressing them. He has an especially difficult time with love. So I enjoy them both making an effort to understand that about each other and reassure each other that they Get It. I don’t know, that’s not the best explanation. . .

19.  Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

I definitely do not have a little man in my basement. I’m not sure that I do have a muse? I draw inspiration from a lot of sources.

30.  Do you accept prompts?

Yes, I will happily accept prompts, but please just understand that I write super slowly, so it may take a long time for me to actually finish the prompt. I just ask that you be patient and bear with me.

37.  Talk about your current wips.

I answered this one here. 

38.  Talk about a review that made your day.

I have gotten so many wonderful reviews that I absolutely cherish, and frequently reread when I need a little encouragement. I won’t repost the whole thing here, but a recent one I got on Old Wounds that made my day began with the sentences “Sjdjdkshddksk I hate this! Why did this have to happen!!!!? Damn you grass village, I hope you all see god soon.” When I read this I laughed so hard that I cried in public and my best friend was extremely concerned. I love reviews where the reader just leaves me their knee jerk, in the moment reactions like that.

39.  Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

I have been very fortunate so far to not receive any rude reviews or comments. Here’s hoping that continues.

#ask game #answered #sorry if some of these don't make the most sense #I am not great at explaining my own thoughts about my own writing

[wasflypaw]

Hey hey just thinking about the amount of times Steven's almost died in SU. Now for some very angsty AUs!

What if Steven died in Space Race? Greg would never forgive Pearl. And Pearl would probably be overwhelmed with guilt. Imagine Pearl losing Rose, then losing Steven just 13 years later. And it would be her fault. Or, or. What if Steven fell off that.. uh thing that he was holding on to during Rose's Scabbard when Pearl just. Didn't help him up because she was crying over Rose. Oh dear lord how would Garnet and Amethyst react knowing Steven died and it was Pearl's fault?

What if Jasper killed Steven? In Jailbreak, maybe she could've hit him a bit too hard and just. Killed the small boy instead of just giving him a black eye. Or instead, in season 3 when she returns. If I remember correctly she threatens to shatter him in Alone At Sea? Jasper's had many opportunities to kill Steven. Imagine her hurting him worse than just ripping his shirt as she was being corrupted. Oh god imagine Amethyst's reaction.

Bismuth. You saw how she aimed that breaking point at his head in the same moment Steven struck her with the sword. What would her reaction be if she killed him in that moment? I'd assume Steven would poof her at the same time since they both grabbed their weapons but. Since Steven wouldn't be there to bubble her she'd eventually reform in that room and have to deal with the consequences of the dead boy lying on the floor. Would she feel guilt? How would the crystal gems react, would they go to check on them or would Bismuth tell them what she did herself? Hmm

Can't forget Eyeball! Imagine if she got her way. She managed to take Steven's gem out, killing him in the process with her weapon. Now, she's stuck in space, and she now has to deal with the fact that the gem in her hand is not a Rose Quartz, but a Diamond. Would she dare report to the Diamonds? That she killed one of their own? (The idea of a Ruby killing a Diamond is weirdly amusing to me) I actually drew this one! It was a remake of a pic I did just after Bubbled came out, with Eyeball holding Steven's gem. Except I didn't know he was a Diamond back then so I remade it a few months ago with twice the angst

Ohhhh I'm looking through the episodes in season 4. I see Three Gems and a Baby. Remember how Pearl reached to grab Steven's gem when he was a baby? Yeah (edit. What if Pink Steven formed after baby Steven died. imagine a baby Pink Steven!!!)

Steven was very close to dying in The Trial. Yellow wanted him dead. Oh god I thought this one wouldn't be as interesting but imagine Yellow killing Steven, taking his gem to shatter it and seeing Pink Diamond in her hands.

Hey imagine if when White Diamond took Steven's gem out he just. Died. There'd be a huge hole in his body. Or if he didn't reach his gem half in time. Something like that

Hey Spinel almost killed him in the movie! There's the huge AU going on where her scythe killed him instead of messing with his gem but I'm not referring to that, I'm referring to when she had him held over the edge of the injector ready to drop him. What if he didn't regain his powers back in time? Man that would be a different movie. The Diamonds would come to earth and see a very dead Steven. I'd assume Spinel would run away but if the Diamonds found out what she did she'd be fucked

#steven universe #au #tw death #angst

[missjoker96]

This is a short fanfiction about YOU and Arthur Fleck, because it's @arthurflecksgirl birthday today and this story is only for you my beloved friend! ♡♡♡

Enjoy it! :)

Your Birthday

You were still in your bed and dreamed about only one single person. The one you love, your love of your life exactly. His name is Arthur Fleck and he made you the luckiest human here in Gotham City. He would do anything for you and he threats you like his princess, because you deserve true happiness like him.

It was time to wake up, but you were still half asleep and you felt a warm hand on your shoulder.

"It is time to wake up, Nadine.."

The gentliest and most beautiful voice came into your ears and you blinked your eyes a few times, because you were still a little bit sleepy. But as soon as you wiped them and saw that it was your sweet boyfriend, Arthur.. You smiled warmly and spoke with tired voice. "Good morning Arthur." You looked at him and yawned with your hand covering your mouth and he found it cute. Arthur stroked your cheek and spoke to you with a warm smile on his face. "Happy birthday, sweetheart! Now it's time to get up, because I have prepared you a wonderful breakfast."

You were speechless, because you didn't know that it was already your birthday. And somehow you knew it. You were blushing and you pulled Arthur closer to kiss his soft lips, because you were so lucky right in this moment. He repeated your kiss and wrapped his arms around your body, because this was his way to show you his love and affection. And you enjoyed every moment of it, but soon as you looked into his green eyes. Those secretful green eyes of your beloved Arthur.. "Ohhhh thank you very much, Artie! I don't know what to say, but you are the sweetest man I've ever met in my life." You were blushing and your fingers were playing with his soft brown curls. You loved his hair like everything on him. He was a perfection, a true womanizer and you were the only one who saw that in him. And this was a reason why he understand you and love you so much. He smiled and kissed your hand gently before he took you into his arms like a princess on her prince's arms. "I would do anything for my beautiful girl. You have shown me how much you love me and it makes me truly happy. I don't know what to say, but I love you Nadine, so much." His words were so beautiful and sweet. You couldn't answer him, because you buried your face into his neck and you smelled his favourite parfum and his hair. You wanted to ask what he's going to do with you, but as you have noticed the big birthday breakfast table your eyes became big and you wanted to cry. It was so beautiful and romantic from Arthur to surprise you with an own prepared breakfast.

"Oh my god.." You said and felt how fast your heartbeat was, because of surprise. Arthur's smile grew and he knew that you loved what he prepared for you, ONLY for you.

"Do you like it?" He asked as he lifted you down on your feet again and guided you to one of the chairs. You were so incredible happy that you pulled him into a gentle hug and kissed his lips again. "I love it. I love you so terrible much. I can't describe it better, because it's so beautiful here and with you darling." Your words made him smile and he kissed your nose before he sat down beside you. He was such a gentleman and prepared you a cup of coffee, because he showed you that you are his princess today and forever. But today is your birthday and he prepared everything you could ever dream of. This beautiful and delicious looking breakfast was only the beginning. And you both enjoyed having breakfast together. It made you proud that Arthur ate too and that he gained more weigh in time. You didn't need to worry about his health anymore.

"Alright, what have you planned for my birthday? I'm curious." Your eyes were fixed at him while you ate pan cakes with jam and drank your coffee. You could never await it to hear his surprises and his ideas, but the smirk on his handsome face explained that he has planned something exciting for your birthday. Arthur took a sip from his coffee and held it in his hands while he was about to tell you his surprise for you.

"I hope you love to visit an animal garden with me. I invite you and after this visit to the animal garden, I would love invite you to lunch and visit a dance club with you. Would you love that?" You could tell that he was nervous, because he didn't know your answer and as your answer, you placed a kiss on his lips. He repeated your kiss and knew already your answer. "This sounds wonderful, Artie. Really, I love your surprise. When are we going?" You smiled at him and he smiled back at you, because he knew how much you loved his birthday surprise.

"We're going after you finished your breakfast, my princess. Don't be stressed, it's your birthday." Arthur stroked your cheeks and asked you if you want another cup of coffee, but you already had enough. You were too excited to drink another cup of coffee. And you finished your breakfast once you have heard Arthur's birthday surprise for you.

"I need to get dressed and then we can leave."

Arthur smiled and decided to smoke a cigarette while you went to the bathroom to prepare yourself. You chosed a blue jeans, a red blouse and you wanted to wear your hair open. You used a lipgloss and looked into the mirror. "Perfect. I'm ready to leave."

You left the bathroom and looked at your boyfriend. He was ready to leave with you and you took his hand. "Let us go, Arthur. I'm so excited to visit the animal garden with you." Everything was perfect and the weather was sunny outside. Arthur leaded you outside and locked his appartment before you both used the elevator to leave the building. He took you to the subway station and held your hand all the time to show everyone that you belonged to him, and only to him. You were his one and only for now and forever. And in the the subway you both got a double seat and were almost silent the whole time until the subway arrived the station.

Arthur took your hand and walked with you hand in hand to the animal garden. It wasn't a long walk and he looked at you with a warm smile on his face. "Have you ever been at an animal garden before, Nadine?" You shook your head and answered him.

"Yes, but not with my favourite human and the love of my life." Of course you spoke about Arthur and he pulled you into a deep passionate kiss. Only you could make him happy and today he made you happy. He looked into your beautiful eyes and placed his hands on your cheeks. "Aaaaw, you are the best that ever happened to me. I love you so much my sweet Nadine." He couldn't tell you enough how much he cares for you and loves you, but he usually showed it with kisses, touches and finally with words. And if he could, he would make love to you right now but he took you to the animal garden and bought two tickets for the entry. Arthur took you inside and looked around.

"Wow. This animal garden is very big. I'm not sure if we can see all animals today, darling."

He looked at you and held your hands.

"That's not a problem, Artie. As long as I am with you everything is fine. Let us go to the big cats, they are always nice to see and watch." You walked with your boyfriend to the big cats and watched them with excitement. The last time you were in an animal garden was when you were a teenager. And now you got a second chance to visit an animal garden with the love of your life.

Wasn't this the most beautiful day of your life? It was definetely the best day in your whole life. And Arthur could tell you the same, because finally he found a woman that understand him, love him and care for him. You both watched tigers, leopards, lions and then you heard your belly growling. Arthur found it sweet and took you to the restaurant in the animal garden. "It is time for food. You can choose what you want to eat. Don't forget it's your day, sweetheart." His smile always returned when he looked at you and he gave you the menu. "Thank you. I think I take the greek salad with chicken sticks. And I take an ice tea. What about you Artie?"

He took a look at the menu and decided to order the same food like yours. Salad was always good and since Arthur didn't eat much, would a greek salad do best. You ordered the food and the drinks and the waitress noted your wishes on paper before she left. "A good choice, because you need to eat too. It hurts me when I watch you starving yourself." Your words were touching his heart and he grabbed your hands while looking into your beaitiful eyes. "You are so good to me, Nadine. I really don't know what I would do without you. And it would hurt me too if you are not happy. We both have so much in common." Arthur's words were truly spoken and he kissed your hand gently.

It didn't take long until you both got your drinks and finally the meal. You smelled the fresh greek salad with chicken sticks and began to eat with hungry eyes. And so Arthur did. He ate too and this made you very happy. After you both finished eating, he paid and continued his way with you through the animal garden. You came to the bears and decided to eat ice cream together, because there was a small shop where they sold ice cream. Arthur surprised you with your favourite flavour and whispered something very sweet into your ears.

"This ice cream is as sweet as you are, my love." His compliments made you so happy and you kissed his cheeks before you began to enjoy your ice cream. To spend your birthday in an animal park made you already very lucky, but to get invited to eat with your true love in a restaurant was very romantic. And it wasn't all what he planned for you, because you both are going to spend an evening in a dance club where he would dance with you and make you the luckiest woman in Gotham City.

You both watched your favourite animals and Arthur's too, this was beautiful and a few other kind of wild animals until it was time to leave. He bought you a stuffed animal which happened to be a little tiger and you jumped on his arms. "Oh my god, Arthur! You are the sweetest human on earth. I love you so much! I can't tell you enough how much I love you." Arthur didn't tell you why he did this for you, because he showed it with body language.

"You are my true love, Nadine. You deserve gifts like this, because nobody has ever been nice to me. For my whole life I've never thought that a woman could love me. You are my first true love and my last."

He kissed your lips and pulled you into a gentle hug. Your heart raced and you felt how hot tears running down your cheeks. All you could do was repeating his sweet kiss. You loved the taste of his lips and to play with his brown curls while you both kissed each other. Both of your hearts were about to explode, because of true happiness. And once your lips slowly moved back, you smiled at him and he wrapped his arm around you. The little tiger was in your hand and gently pressed against your chest while the other hand reached for Arthur's back.

You both walked back to the subway station and drove back home. The way from the subway station to Arthur's appartment wasn't long and once you both waited for the old elevator inside the building, you placed your hands on his arms.

"Thank you so much for this birthday gift. I know that you want to go to dance with me, but I wanted to show you how happy I am to spend my birthday with you.. and my whole life."

He smiled and even blushed now, because nobody has ever been so sweet and gentle to him. You were the first and you have made his lonely life better and beautiful. Nobody deserved loneliness and he knew that, but ONLY YOU could change his life. And Arthur was truly thankful for that.

The old elevator finally arrived and cracked a little which made you giggle softly and you both got inside. Arthur pushed the button about five times until the elevator began to drive to the floor where you both lived. You began to laugh and so Arthur did. His laugh was beautiful and brought happiness to people and to you. You both were finally back in his small but nice appartment and you both decided to take a romantic bath together with red roses in it.

Arthur prepared you this beautiful bath and chosed already his suit for the evening. It was a red suit of course, because you know that red was his favourite colour.

"That's so romantic and beautiful, Arthur. I am truly speechless. A romantic rose bath with you is so beautiful. I think nothing could be better. Well, maybe.."

You giggled and Arthur kissed your lips and placed his wet hands on your cheeks. The warm water cooled down, but you both didn't care and your wet bodies touched each others. You found comfort in his arms and Arthur stroked your cheeks and your arms. His eyes were fixed on you all the time. Arthur took a rose from the water and placed it in your hair. "You look so pretty with this rose in your hair, sweetheart. I wonder how pretty you look in a dress." You could tell that he couldn't await it anymore to see you in your evening dress which was red. And you only answered with your cutest voice ever.

"Just wait until you see my dress. I can tell you one thing. It is red like your suit. What do you say now, Artie?"

His face expression explained everything and he became nervous and curious. You could recognize his body language and you wanted to ask if he was okay and he was, because a smile appeared on his handsome face again. And this smile turned into a wide smile. It remembered so much on Joker, but you didn't want to mention this clown today. You wanted to enjoy your birthday with Arthur and not with Joker. Arthur slowly answered and placed his finger under your chin.

"What I say? I am surprised, because you want to go in partner style with me tonight. Is there anything else I should know? I had an idea, but this idea can wait.. I can't wait to go to dance with..."

You broke up his sentence and kissed his lips deeply while you touched his wet curls and you closed your eyes. All you felt was Arthur, his lips, the water around you both, roses swimming in the water and your both heartbeats. How beautiful this moment was, but then you moved your lips to his ear and spoke with lovely voice. "I know what you want, but you don't need make up on your handsome face. You are already my handsome Joker." Arthur was speechless and you found it cute of him. You both stepped out of the bath tube and wrapped towels around your bodies. It was time to get prepared and once you dried your body, you looked for your red dress. Once you wore your dress, Arthur wore his red suit. It wasn't the Joker suit, because people shouldn't see him with his second skin tonight. He came closer to you from behind and wrapped his arms around you.

"Thank you, Nadine. But remember always that Joker protects you from everything and he will always be there when you need him. And so do I and now let me take you to the dance club, my beautiful princess."

His words made you terrible happy and that Joker would always be there for you like Arthur was. You were indeed the luckiest woman here in Gotham. He took your hand and leaded you to the door and you grabbed your jacket for the evening and so Arthur did. You both put on your shoes, yours were red and Arthur's were black and before you both left, he placed another passionate kiss upon your lips.

You both waited for the elevator again and it didn't take so long this time..

Arthur walked hand in hand to the next dance club here in Gotham and you were already excited to dance with him on the dance floor. Nobody knew you both and this was good, because you both were shy humans.

Shy with words, but not shy in love.. A perfect fitting couple and you both entered the club hand in hand. A few people were looking at you both, but nobody noticed Arthur as the true Joker and nobody noticed you as Joker's girlfriend.

The music was loud, but not too loud. You both could still talk together and Arthur took you to the dance floor. This was his final birthday gift and he went into the middle of the floor to dance with you. He placed one hand on your hips and one into your hand and began to dance.

"Arthur, this is the most beautiful day in my life. And your gifts, I can't be happier. Really, you are the best that ever happened to me and I am so glad to be your girlfriend. I love you Arthur."

You kissed his lips and he repeated your kiss and you both nearly didn't recognize that you both were already dancing together. This was the final moment of your birthday and Arthur showed you his most beautiful smile.

It was a real smile and this made you truly happy. You took away a piece of his mental illness and Arthur knew you would do anything for him. He felt true love for the first time and he would threat you forever like his princess.

You became a piece of his broken heart, the broken piece that made his heart whole again.

You became a piece of Arthur and he pulled you into his arms after the dance and told you the three words with tears on his beautiful eyes.

"I love you.." He paused for a moment and then continued to speak again.

"And I hope that I could make your birthday beautiful. It should be a birthday of memories, one you don't forget so easy my sweet Nadine. You're my missing half, my sweetheart."

You were unable to speak, but you kept on dancing with your boyfriend. You were in the seventh heaven now and suddenly you closed your eyes and fell into his gentle arms..

What for a birthday.

One you always remember in your whole life.

~The End~

And with this story I want to wish you happy birthday my dear friend. It took me the whole day, but it was worth to me. I hope you had a wonderful birthday. And I hope you like my story.

With much love,

Your @missjoker96 🌹

#BirthdayFanfiction #ArthurFleck #TrueLove #YourBirthdayGift

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For the imagine thing, if you're still doing them.... I'm going to go dirty and ask for Imagine that your 'first time' is with Chakotay. Please? Cause you do smut so very well?

Okay, anon. Buckle up. This shit got long. (That’s what she said.) Anyway. Needless to say, this is NSFW. Watch out kiddies.

Your concentration has been blown all through Beta shift. Tonight. My quarters 1900 hours. His lowvoice echoes in your subconscious and sends tingling tendrils of anticipationacross your body. A warmth settles low in your belly with an answering wetnessbetween your thighs.

A blush colors your cheeks and you look around to see ifanyone is watching. No one notices you. No one ever notices you; only when youmake an error in calculation. But, he does. He sees you for who you really are.The Commander is never far from your thoughts.

His warm smile, the way he guides you through the corridorwith the close protection of his body, the easy companionship, and his cooking.God his cooking. The temperature isslowly rising and you wonder if it’s you or the warp core. Someone moving besideyou pulls your attention back to the task at hand.

After a few minutes, you lose focus once again. Time seemsto be moving so incredibly slow! This shift cannot possibly last any longer.The chronometer is nearing 1730. Just in time for you to clear away thehalf-written reports and--

“You’ve been working on this diagnostic for thirty minutesnow, Lieutenant. Is there something wrong?”

Oh. Shit. Why is this happening? Why? Why?

“I am so sorry. I’m—it’s just been a long day, ma’am,”B’Elanna looks at you and almost seems genuinely concerned. She pauses for amoment and you hold your breath.

“Why don’t I finish with this and you can get an early startto bed. Be ready to report tomorrow, rested and refreshed,” you look shockedand both of you know that you’re not going to say ‘no’.

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you,” you practically bolt out the door.

Once in your quarters, you rifle through the little civilianclothes you have. Nothing seems to be capturing your attention, so you give upon the search and start with your shower first, hoping that inspiration willstrike you.

Your aching muscles sing under the steady pressure of thehot spray. Feeling adventurous, you grab the body scrub from the untouchedcorner of the stall, a gift from your sister upon Voyager’s departure, and lather yourself. Reveling in the warmvanilla that envelopes you.

Stepping out of the bathroom, after a quick shave of yourlegs, you plop down into the softness of your bed. The towel that is looselywrapped around you relaxes as the tie falls out. Despite the standard issue‘Fleet mattress and sheet set, this is some of the best damn sleep you’ve everhad.

You burrow deeper into the comforter. A quick nap before avisit to the Commander sounds like a wonderful idea. Your eyes slip closedbefore you can ask the computer to set an alarm.

The chime of the door rouses you from your deep sleep. Yourun your hands through your dry hair and—DRYHAIR. OH, GOD.

“Computer, what time is it?”

“The time is 1948.”

Oh, God. You situp, hands flying to your mouth, and the override to your door is being keyedin. The door opens to reveal the Commander, concern etched deeply into hisexpression. There is nothing you can do to really hide your nudity from him, soyou clutch the towel against you, a deep blush rising from your chest to yourhairline.

He crosses to you and gingerly sits at the edge of your bed.

“I was worried when you didn’t answer any of my pages. Are youalright,” you lean into the hand that comes to brush your unruly hair from yourface.

“Chakotay,” his name tumbles from your foggy brain, “I am sosorry. I fell asleep and I--.”

“Sleeping is never something you have to apologize for,” hecups your face, a calloused thumb caresses your cheek, “I’ve noticed that youhaven’t been getting enough rest. I should go and let you get back to sleep.”

“No,” you think. Hehas slept in your bed many times before. Content with only feeding you,massaging you, laughing with you, and cradling you in his strong arms throughthe countless nightmares. Your relationship over these seven long months hasgrown strong, building to a beautiful crescendo that currently is slippingthrough your fingers.

Tears prick hotly behind your eyes and he scans your face,seeming to read your thoughts. He shakes his head sadly and he wants to speak,but your movement stops him. Forgetting the towel, you bring both of your handsto comb through his hair. You let your arms drop to his shoulders as he bringsyour forehead to his lips. You shudder at the delicate contact of the kiss.

He is so close you can almost feel his pulse; the enticingscent of earth, musk, and spice pulls you to nuzzle his neck. You place anexperimental kiss on his pulse point, he rests the bridge of his nose againstyour shoulder.

“Chakotay. Please,”you’re breathless, “I need you. All ofyou,” he growls as your whispered request finds him. Broad hands trace downyour bare back, goose flesh breaks out across your sensitive skin. His mouthbegins to leave wet open-mouthed kisses leading to your neck.

You moan unabashedly into the cool air of your quarters; hishands tighten on your hips. Your senses are so overwrought with what he’s doingto you that you forget to reciprocate, but he doesn’t seem to care. Recliningyou in his embrace, his lips trail your collar bone and you feel his tongueswirl over your skin.

“Mmmm…you taste likevanilla,” he hums into you. A dull ache begins to throb deep inside you,the wet heat returns to you and gushes unbidden from your naked cunt. Rubbingyour thighs together to create friction of any kind, your fingers find theirway to the hair at the nape of his neck.

A whimper is drawn from you as his mouth suckles one of yourstiff dusky nipples. You arch into his mouth and he groans with a mouth full ofyour breast.

“Are you sure…?”

You open your eyes to consider his; deep brown, full of loveand passion. A smile spreads on your face and you guide him up to meet yourlips. This kiss is different than any you’ve shared before, it’s strong, allconsuming, the fire he’s kept at bay, is slowly scorching you.

Coming up for air, he scans your face once more, asking yourpermission yet again.

“Yes, Chakotay. Takeme. I am yours. Make love to me,” the dimpled grin he gives you is blindingand beautiful. He descends upon you again; licking, nipping, and kissing. Youfeel his hand skim over the rippling muscles of your stomach, your breathhitches as one of his fingers runs through your swollen folds, hot and slippery,thick with want.  

“Gods, already so wetfor me,” he brings the digit to his mouth and sucks it clean. Craving contactand the desperate need to touch his skin overtakes you, you pull clumsily atthe zipper of his jacket. Gently, he pushes you away, kissing your nose.  

“Not yet. Let me seeto you first. I want to watch you come undone.”

His brazen statement and hand questing between your thighsbrings you to new heights. The slickness between your legs is surprising. You’venever been so wet in your life. His mouth returns to yours. Tongue languidlycaressing yours; there is no way you will live another night without feelingthis man inside you.

He circles your clit slowly, maddeningly; your body istaunt, ready for release. You grind yourself down into him and he presses afinger against your gushing slit.

“Ohhhh…yesssss.”

“Yes? Do you like howthat feels,” he huffs into your open mouth.

“Jesus, yes. Moremoremoremremomoreeeee…” hisfinger pushes into you, deliciously. He moans as you cry out, pulsing aroundhis broad finger.

“Oh, it’s—ah…yes. Yes.Yes,” the full feeling of him has you quaking intensely.

“Do you,” he sucksyour bottom lip between his teeth, “fingeryourself?”

His interrogation is seriously turning you on and you begin toride his finger. He gasps and matches your deep steady thrusts.

“Ugnf…yes. But, ohhhh—hmmm,”you brush your nose across his and he watches with heavy lidded eyes as youpull your bottom lip between your teeth, “Yourfingers. God, they’re bigger than mine.”

He licks your jaw hungrily and kisses you until you’rebreathless. As you pant, he adds a second finger, his thumb rubbing your clitmore insistently. The pressure is too much and it makes you jump. He stops,fingers still inside you.

“Did I hurt you,” hisbreath is hot in your ear and you feel the worry on it.

“No. It’s just toomuch.”

“Show me,” you’reconfused for a moment and he parts from you with a lingering kiss. Sittingupright, he pulls one of your legs into his lap and lets the other fall behindhim. He grasps your hand and pulls it down your body, resting it on your achingclit.

His hand covers your own and the other slowly massages youropening. You get the hint and shyly start to press and flick at the strainingbundle of nerves. You look to see him watching intently and your inner musclesclench at the intensity in which he studies your movements.

His fingers slide back inside you and you nearly come thenand there. You throw your head back and simply enjoy yourself. Your free handcomes to knead at your breast and tweak your nipple. He grunts enthusiasticallyand sets a steady rhythm.

“Do you like it whensomeone touches your breasts?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Ah, you’re so tight.It’s magnificent,” you never thought you’d be one for dirty talk, but it’sdriving you crazy with want. A fresh rush of wetness runs down his palm.

“Mmm…you like to talk.Tell me, tell me what you want.”

You feel your pussy tighten in warning. You’re soaking wetas another wave coats his hand.

“Ah! Oh! I wa-nt—ung—Iwant to feel you inside me,” all you hear is his breath, deep and heavy inthe air, “I want to ride your cock untilI forget my own naaaAAAMEAH!”

You come so hard that the force your cunt is gripping hisfingers with is almost painful. He sighs and leans down to kiss you soundly,breathing life back into you. He pulls back to say something to you, but there’sno time. You need his dick inside of you. Right at this very moment.

He huffs out a short laugh as you pounce and rolls over,helping you remove the obnoxious number of layers between you and his caramelskin. He is bared from the waste up and you fight the urge to sink your teethinto his collarbone.

Noticing the fire in your eyes, his hands palm both of yourbreasts, flicking roughly at your nipples. The sensation shoots straight toyour sensitive cunt and you rub your slick opening over the trail of hair underhis naval.

He grabs both of your ass cheeks in his hands, pulling youup his body; large arms wrap around you to unfasten his trousers, but he doesn’tslip from them just yet. He brings you to him, small slow nibbles morph intofeverish twists of tongue and teeth.

You begin to rock back on him, your clit finding delicious frictionon his abdomen, his hips thrust of their own accord, you slide down to meet hisstraining erection. He stills you, panting into your mouth, and you feel himtwitch against your ass.

“What I am about totake from you is precious,” he breathes, “I would be honored. But, if you are having--,” you silence himwith a finger over his full lips.

“I have never beenmore certain of anything. I trust you. I-,” you falter and he smiles. Hiseyes close for a moment and when they open again a lone tear escapes.

“I love you,” hetakes your hand in his and brings your knuckles to his mouth. His admission takesthe air from your lungs, you drop a kiss just above his heart, and travel downhis body. When you reach his calves, his trousers and briefs are crowded underhis knees. Once you’ve done away with his boots, socks, and pants you finallyget a good look at that handsome cock. Jumping and begging to plunge deepinside you.

“Come here,” hehusks. You climb him and he maneuvers you underneath him once again. Your handsroam the warm skin of his shoulders and he settles between your legs.

“We’ll take it easythis time. Save the more of the ‘riding’ for later,” you both chuckle andhe kisses your cheek. His hand caressing the side of your breast, sliding downover your belly, and back to your wet pulsing heat.

Fingers stretch you and his thumb mimics your movementsperfectly over your clit. You feel yourself hurtling toward release once more.When you’re just about to come, he slips his fingers from you, the head of hiscock nudging at your opening. Slowly, oh-so-slowly, you take him in. He’s huge,like iron, pulsing and twitching inside you.

The feeling isn’t uncomfortable, but strange. You’ve neverbeen so full, stretched around something so hard and heavy. His eyes are onyou, measuring your every movement, his control is impressive. Focused only onyou.

“Ahhh…is this alright,”he hisses and leans down to bring you face-to-face.

The small twinge gives way to a pleasurable ache, you feelyour muscles ripple around him and he groans, eyes squeezed shut.

“Yes, oh yes. You feelso goooood. Mmmm…”

He gives an experimental thrust and there is no real relief,he returns, pressing you deeper into the mattress and pulling against yourfront wall on his way out. Your pussy clenches in satisfaction and you moan obscenelyto let him know just how good hefeels.

He does it again. And again. Gaining speed and intensity asyour body coats him with ample lubrication. The ache turns to a throb, yourmuscles flutter every time his cock leaves you. You bring your legs to restaround his hips and he slips deeper into you.

“OH. OH. YE-ESS. G-OD,M-MORE.”

“Yes. Yes. Can youcome,” he is grunting with effort.

“H-har-der. Ughn. Ineed—I need…,” you slip your hand between your writhing bodies to slideover your clit. He grasps at one of your breasts, rolling your nipple betweenhis fingers.

Your body tenses, rippling and milking his cock, pulling itdeeper into you. Your orgasm strikes you so potently that you cannot gatherenough air in your lungs to scream the way you are inside your head. He sucksyour lip into his mouth briefly before ducking into your neck and roaring as hecomes inside you.

The warmth of it fills you, seeping into your bones. He laysbeside you, breathing like he’s just run long distance. You’re not fairing muchbetter. Soon, your senses return to you and he is gathering you to his sweatslicked chest.  

“You let me know,” his arm pushes me up to lay across him, “Ifyou are hurting tomorrow. I’ll get a dermal regenerator.”

You can’t help but smile at his caring nature. Theexhaustion from earlier is assaulting you tenfold and he’s already fallingasleep. So, that is what it feels like to be ‘thoroughly fucked’, as MeganDelaney puts it. It’s wonderful. And you’re so glad you waited for this man. 

[nctiddiess]

Regular to Irregular

pairing: jung jaehyun x reader

genre: crack humor, fluff

summary: when in a Wendy’s parking lot, you crash into the car of a CEO of a fashion company and you now have to work for him to pay the damages.

word count: 1638

Chapter One: Regular to Irregular

Decisions began to flood your brain on whether you should go to the drive-thru or sit down inside the establishment to eat the goodies in your biggie bag. You couldn’t decide where to drive your car in the parking lot or the line by the drive-thru. You hummed a childhood tune as you tried to come up with a decision.

“Life is like a hurricane-“ Boom! “Here in Duckburg…”

“Fuck!” A man slams his car door and angrily stomps his way to knock on your window. You scratch your head worried and finally build up the courage to roll down your window.

"May I help you sir?" You don’t keep eye contact as you frantically play with your fingers.

"Yeah, you can. You wanna tell me why the fuck you slammed into my car!"

"Listen man! I'm just trying to get my biggie bag and have a good time listening to childhood songs. Do you know Duck tales? Fucking excellent show! The damage can't be that bad." You hopped out your car ensuring yourself that this little accident is plain and simple. You both turn to face his car and almost instantly the license plate falls to the ground, broken in half.

"See it's not….that bad." You laugh nervously and the man turns to you sighing, "Of course it just had to be today."

"Sorry?"

“Alright listen, I have to go to an important meeting right now so I don’t have time to deal with the common folk.”

“Common folk?”

“I’m taking you with me.” He says with a blank expression on his face.

“Taking me where?? I gotta get home my mom will call the police!” You stammer, but it’s too late he’s already opening the door to his now damaged car, ushering you in. “My mom said not to follow strangers to a secondary location.”

“Well your mom should have taught you how to drive now get in.” You end up following his orders anyway because honestly, he was stubborn and you were tired and hungry.

“I just wanted my biggie bag…” You mutter under your breath and enter the car.

As he drove the two of you to god knows where you were going, you look to your side and him angrily staring at the road due to hitting a red light.

“I’m gonna be late!” He curses and hit the steering wheel.

“Can I get the aux?” He slowly turns to you.

“The aux? You… want the aux? After you fucking crashed into my car?”

“...yes.” He hesitates and looks down to the aux cord and hands it to you. “Thanks.” You instantly go to YouTube and search up Duck Tales theme song. “Life is like a hurricane”

The rest of the drive was silent other than your childhood tunes blasting from the speakers. Once the car came to a stop, you looked at your surroundings and saw a giant building surrounded by stores like Starbucks and Panera Bread.

“Ah. Privilege.” You mutter, as you step foot out of the car. The man sighs again and looks to you.

“Alright we’re going in.”

“Why do I have to come?”

“No questions. Just get inside the building.”

“Yes sir.”

“God you’re a pain in the ass.” He rolled his eyes and you both made your way inside. As you both hurry into the building a man stands there grinning widely.

"You're 15 minutes late sir."

"I know." The man you crashed your car into said to the one grinning.

"You know they are a very important company. You shouldn't keep them waiting like this sir."

"I know." He walks past him in a hurry and you skipped alongside him.

"And who is this?"

"A hostage." You say nonchalantly.

"She's no one important, just ignore her." You both make your way towards the desk at the front.

There was a man with red hair, probably the receptionist, half asleep by the desk. “Good morning sleeping beauty.” The man beside you says as he slams his hand on the desk, alarming the crimson haired man.

“Sorry boss I haven’t gotten enough sleep these past few days.”

“Mhm, doing what exactly?”

“Working of course!” Lies.

“You were at the karaoke bar with Johnny again, weren’t you?”

“Yes sir…” He looks down.

“Alright tell Kun I’m on my way upstairs. I had to pick someone up on the way here.” He glares at you.

“Who’s Kun?”

“You’re really asking me who that is right now?”

“Ok damn never mind.” You follow him to the elevator. He presses the top floor button and you glance over to see him staring at his watch. “Fancy.” You say.

“Do you ever shut up?” He asks.

“No.” Ding! The elevator doors open and you step outside of the lift into a large hallway. “So where are we going?”

“I’m going to a meeting. You’re going to stay here with Jungwoo and don’t cause any trouble.”

“Jungwoo?”

“That’s me! Are you new here too?” A bright orange haired tall boy makes his way over to you. “I’m Kim Jungwoo. I’m in training for designing.”

“Oh hi. I’m (l/n) (f/n). I don’t work here. I just happened to run into this man right here.” You say as you point over to him. “And he kidnapped me from a Wendy’s parking lot.”

“I see.” Is what the orange haired boy says in response to that awful explanation.

“Alright then, Jungwoo make sure she doesn’t set anything on fire.”

“Yes sir!”

You didn’t set anything on fire, but you did manage to escape Jungwoo and follow the man into his meeting.

“All I’m saying is we can’t put a photo of the bombing of Pearl Harbor on a T-shirt!” A man shouts as he slams his fist against the wooden table.

“I don’t see the problem.” Another man calmly states.

“Gentlemen, we cannot just place a tragic historic event onto a T-shirt and call it fashion.” The man who drove you here says. You can just barely hear since you’re hiding underneath the table.

“Not with that attitude we can’t!” A bunch of angry men fill up the conference room with shouting and bickering. You can’t even make out what they’re saying and suddenly you feel hard kick to your thigh.

“Ow!” Silence follows.

“Was that you Mr. Jung?” Kun asks.

“No… but I think I know who it might have been. Get out here.” You crawl out from underneath the table and stand up beside him.

“Who is this?” Kun asks.

“I have been taken someone call my mom.”

“Mr. Jung, did you kidnap this child?”

“Child?? I am 20 years old and in college sir!”

“Oh good lord a millennial!” An old man complains.

“Step outside. Now.”

“But I have an idea!” Everyone stays silent and stares at you to see what you could possibly say next. “While I think that design looks pretty cool, it is insensitive to those affected by the bombing and the Japanese themselves.”

“That’s what I’m saying!”

“But wait- what if, we put an explosion onto the shirt with pearls behind the explosions and it says, ‘pearl-bombed.’” Quiet murmurs of approval can be heard.

“Pearl-bombed?”

“That’s genius.”

“Never thought of that!” Cheers and claps fill up the room as you proudly stand there grinning to the man next to you.

“Mr. Jung Jaehyun, we will stay in touch.” The man Kun says as he shakes his hand. “That worker of yours, she deserves a raise.” The men began to make their way out of the room, leaving just you and Jaehyun.

“So that’s your name. Jaehyun. Interesting.”

“Don’t ever call me that again.”

“But it’s your name.”

“And we’re not friends.”

“But we could be.”

“No thanks. Anyway, how did you even get in here?”

“Oh! Funny story, when Jungwoo looked away, I just held onto the back of your jacket and followed you inside. Can’t believe you didn’t notice.”

“What the hell?”

“Yeah I’m pretty light then, huh? Looks all that Wendy’s didn’t really get to me that bad after all.”

“Ok I have an idea.” You look up to meet his gaze. “You will work for me from now on. You’re now my new assistant and you will help pitch ideas and do anything else I may ask you.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you crashed into my fucking car!”

“Ohhhh right. I forgot about that.” You laughed.

“I- I can’t believe this is a real conversation I’m having right now. Your first day is tomorrow morning at 7:30 sharp.”

“That’s early…”

“Uh huh, so show up.”

“You’re just lucky that I have afternoon classes. I expect good pay.”

“You’re only here until you pay for my car damages.”

"Oh…..can I go now? My mother is probably worried about me." You tell Jaehyun and he was about to answer your question when suddenly your phone rang.

"That's probably her, hang on a second." You dig into your pocket and fish out your phone to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Where are you young lady?" Your mother spoke so clearly on the other line and you clicked your tongue, "In a building."

"Where is this building located?"

"On the privilege side of town."

"Come home right now!" She screamed through the phone and hung up immediately. You put your phone away and looked at Jaehyun, "She wants me home."

"Yeah I heard. Come on, let's go." You two made your way back to his car and drive down to where this all started, to Wendy's. “Alright you can drive yourself home from here. Don’t crash on your way back.”

“Awww you care-“

“I don’t. I just need you in tomorrow at 7:30 sharp.”

“Oh.” He drives off and you get into your car. “Life is like a hurricane…”