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azulock · 6 months

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I almost lost this thing due to a keyboard mishap, saved by the dedicated ctrlz button on my wacom, thanking my tablet for this save. anyway I'm pretty sure someone has done this concept already but two cakes rule apply, more is better.

summary. Reo shouldn't be fucking Nagi's girlfriend to begin with, he knew, but when his best friend was such a garbage boyfriend he couldn't help but fill in the void. now, cumming inside the girl unprotected, that was dangerous - and hot. pairing. Mikage Reo x F!reader

wordcount. 1,3k

warnings.nsfw (minors back off), cheating, unprotected sex, cumshot, a bit of breeding kink at the end

right?

Reo Mikage who indulges in how it feels to have you cheating on Nagi with him. it's a sick pleasure, something sadistic about being the one you turn to relive your frustration from dating his aloof best friend. truth be told, Nagi could be an annoyance even for him - so for Reo it could feel like getting back something he was owed.

and he definitely felt like he was owed, what with how many times he'd had to step in as mediator to save Nagi from his own fuckups in your relationship. Reo for sure deserved every second he'd spend in your folds not too long afterward. if he was putting so much work to salvage this whole thing, might as well reap the benefits.

it always started with you coming to complain to him about something. way back in the beginning, Reo would just listen and console you, all the while thinking how did such a pretty thing get stuck in a situation like this. sometimes he thought you'd just be better alone, that you should leave Nagi, but you just never managed to. and who was him to judge, he'd thought the same thing about himself and never found the strength to get rid of the guy either.

so if you are stuck, might as well be stuck together.

overtime, his hidden lust for you grew - he was just a guy after all, and you were hot. it filled him until, one day, it exploded. you were half drunk, just tipsy enough to get talkative, more so than usual, and you let it slip how frustrated you were. Nagi hadn't been pleasuring you properly, and that left you terribly pent up. well, Reo just couldn't stand for that.

on the morning after that first night, when he woke up by your side, that's when the sick pleasure took root. when you woke up - regret and worry painted on your face - Reo said he'd take full responsibility if Nagi ever discovered. but you both could just stay quiet, keep this one time fuckup a secret. you nodded, swore that this as a mistake, it would never happen again.

it took barely over a month for you two to have sex again. it was the same song and dance it would be for the next handful of times. honestly, he thought that after the fourth time even Nagi would notice, but he didn't. so Reo continued, and told himself he was still just consoling you, only his methods had changed. if he couldn't fix the problem - and god knows he tried - he could at least medicate the symptom.

maybe Reo couldn't take your headaches away, but he could at least soothe them by flushing your body with pleasure. soothe them by burying his face into you until the only name you knew was his own. by sheathing himself into your walls until there was nothing left but the pleasure. and it worked for him too, pleasure washing everything away until all he could focus on was the feeling of your body around his.

it was sinful, really, this mix of the pleasure from your wet walls taking him in so eagerly, with knowing he was doing something so wrong. the thrill was a powerful aphrodisiac, this little taste of revenge chasing his senses like a drug. to have you completely breathless and dumb under him - in ways he knew his Nagi didn't - it left Reo high and thirsty for more. even if he had spent most of the night fucking you already.

you'd arrived at his doorstep tired and teared up, but it didn't take long for you to be crying for a whole other reason. he couldn't leave bruises on your body - you had to keep it a secret, after all - but he could leave you stretched out and light headed. your body fucked out and brain fuzzy from the multiple orgasms. Reo was feeling his own mind slip, he'd fucked you three times already since the night began - hell, it was probably past midnight by now. maybe he should've stopped now that the condoms ended.

"a-ah... R-Reo!" ah, but how could he when you moaned his name so prettily. it made him want you even more, and he didn't think he could stop his hips if he wanted to. not with the way your walls sucked in him, warm body crushed against the mattress under his weight. oh, yeah, Reo couldn't stop if he wanted to. besides, the thrill just made it feel better - and it would be fine. right?

he nips and licks at your neck, where his head is buried. Reo could see the wet spots near your face from where you had been drooling. god, you were so hot when your brain shut down. the more he fucked into you the more he could feel you shake and whimper under him until he finally feels you snap, pussy milking him desperately.

shit, he was already sensitive, hyper aware of everything around him - the sweat pooling between your bodies, the warmth from your skin, the tiniest noises coming from you. your orgasm had him in overdrive, the way your pussy clenched around his cock making him shudder and grunt. Reo could feel his own orgasm coming, his thrusts becoming erratic as he moved faster and faster.

he is chasing something he knows he shouldn't, treading the line to something that could be very bad - but the thrill, oh it drove him mad. it would be fine, it would be fine. so long as Reo kept his damn self control and came out of your soft, drenching pussy, it would be fine. he could endure a few more thrusts before pulling out and it would work out fine - right?

his body moved faster and faster, sinking his hips into you with wave like motions, pleasure burning up his insides. it was too good, way too good, pulling him ever closer to the edge. just a couple thrusts and he'd pull out - that's what he promised himself, but when you breathlessly moaned out his name again, he couldn't help it. fuck, this was wrong, Reo knew, but it felt so damn good.

with a last powerful thrust, he buries his cock deep into your soft cunt, keeping his hips snug against your ass, going as far into you as he could. Reo's orgasm rocked his body and made him see stars as his throbbing dick flooded your pussy with his cum, pumping rope after rope of his thick white jizz into you until he felt some of it spilling out.

shit. shit, shit, shit. now, this wasn't good. cumming inside his best friend's girlfriend wasn't in Reo's plans, but the worst part was:, he couldn't say it felt bad. because it didn't. it felt too damn good. despite how wrong it was, despite the dangers, it felt way too good. that small, sadistic glee only burning more intensely.

you were still too fucked out and hazy to realize just what had happened. or at least the full extent of it. you two had never fucked without a condom and Reo knew you definitely wouldn't let him cum inside you. the danger was too great, what if he got you pregnant? now that wouldn't be good.

so, why did a part of him like the idea? why did a part of him want to go again, to try and roll the dice, to put a baby inside his best friend's girlfriend - when Reo knew damn well he'd be over at your house tomorrow to try and mend your relationship again. shit, this wasn't good. but you two would deal with it in the morning. and even if you got pregnant, he was sure he could find a way to make this work. right?

#reo mikage x reader #mikage reo x reader #reo x reader #reo mikage #Gonna make a comment only Brazilians and literature nerds will get:#Dom casmurro if you believe that capitu actually cheated

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tubbybunnysblog · 5 months

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The cake incident

A little story, I thought up involving me and my partners

Everyone is nonbinary so can apply to anyone!

cw for: mean nicknames, teasing and force-feeding

I whimper quietly feeling my belly slosh as I roll onto my fatty hip. my eyes flutter open as I hear my round belly gurgle there’s no way I could still be hungry, but I was. Even after the two whole pizzas, wings and sodas, you both forced down my gullet. I look over at you both as I slowly push my fat body off the bed. I creep as quietly as my wobbling body would allow towards the door. By the time I got down the stairs, I was huffing. “Oof…” I rest a hand on the bottom of my flabby belly as I brace myself up against the wall, trying to catch my breath. I wheeze as I finally finished the trek to the kitchen and grab a chair, plopping myself down in front of the fridge hearing it creak under my weight.

I reach into the fridge, trying to find something anything I felt empty I need to fill my belly. My chubby and lands on the cake we had made for a friend gathering the next day. I bite my lip I know I shouldn’t, but I needed it. “just a bite…” I look around for a knife or something close, but there was nothing and I felt too heavy to get up again so I can’t really lifted the cake up to my mouth and took a bite my face getting covered in creamy icing. I moan at the taste we had a really hard on ourselves. The flavor burst in my mouth and it made me want more so I took another bite this one bigger than the last.

I as I scarfed down, bite after bite I failed to notice someone was behind me, until I feel a large hand grip the bottom of my belly “ahh!” my face goes red as I look up, embarrassed, noticing the face of my partner E smirking down at me. “what do we have here? A disobedient piggy?” They squeeze the bottom of my belly enough to leave nail marks as they hiss in my ear. “what have I told you about getting up without permission?” they growl, grabbing my face with their other hand, making me look at them as I tried to turn away. “and what did I tell you about that cake?” they hold my chubby cheeks, making my lips pucker “that I wasn’t supposed to touch it” I whimper, feeling they’re hot breath on the tip of my nose “then why are you down here and covered in chocolate?” I tear up looking at them “b-because I got hungry…” without warning I feel a slap on my plump ass and hear the snicker of my other partner A.

I whine as it dawned on me what’s about to happen. I guess as A takes my hands and ties them behind my back. I watch them laying down in front of me pulling my night shirt down over my belly, fastening it with a belt that was so tired I could hardly breathe. I start whimper and squirm. As I hear start the blender filling it the cake he took from my hands. I start to drool A slaps my belly, making me moan and open my mouth, allowing them to slip a funnel into it. I look into their eyes seeing their sadistic pleasure. “oh, come on, sweetheart you know the rules you knew what was going to happen~” I squeal against the funnel weakly, trying to pull away despite how much I wanted it.

I feel E lean up against the back of the chair, letting me rest my head on their own growing belly. They carefully start to pour the cake shake down my throat. I could hear them hissing in my ear “drink it all down fatty” E purrs as they pour it at a steady pace. “come on honey I know you want to stretch that fat belly” A whispered in my ear as they robbed the top part of my belly, which was beginning to push up against the belt.

I grunt against the tube sickly sweet shake, dribbling onto my plump lips I was only a third of the way down, and I was already getting full. I look at them both with pleading eyes. The hem of my shirts started to roll revealing the bottom of my chubby belly. It was littered with stretch marks and hickeys. As soon as A saw it they were on their knees in front of me sucking fresh ones onto my over inflated gut. They both noticed it is starting to slow down.

E still leaned up against me gently pats the top of my belly “come on baby you can do it don’t you wanna be good? Just a little bit more and then will take you back to bed.” They carefully undo the belt, giving me some more room to breathe. I guess for air as I chug down the last bit of the shake. I hear them both giggle as E pulls out from between my lips “oh my goodness you did so good~” they kiss my chubby red cheek stroking my belly. I looked down, feeling A’s smile on the on bottom my fatty apron, as they untie me the rest of the way.

I burp loudly as they both work together to get me standing. My hands instantly shoot towards my belly as I whine quietly as they slowly help me waddle back upstairs to our bed. I lay down on my back huffing softly. They both lay on each side of me, effectively, trapping me in between them and start to rub my overfed belly, whispering praises into my ear. I slowly drift off to sleep smiling at the feeling of feeling my stomach churning as it tries to digest all of the calories that will make me even bigger.

#feedee feeder #feedee belly #feedee encouragement #feed me #fatty #feeding kink #fat piggy #feedist #dark feederism #fat rolls #feedism kink #feedee story #feederism writing #two feeders #poly feedee #feederism couple #funnel feeding #getting fatter

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jesterwriting · 6 months

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Happy 200 Followers! 🎉🎉

To celebrate 200 followers, I wanted to do something fun <33 For the next couple of weeks, I’ll be doing a little music / lyric based event!! This is the first time I’ve ever done something like this, so please, bear with me. That said, I’m incredibly excited to test this out, and if all goes well, I’m open do doing more events in the future!

My regular rules still apply, so keep that in mind and give them a little read. You can find them here!

- As a reminder, I tend to stick to gender neutral and male readers, but I’m willing to write female reader if requested specifically. However, I do reserve the right to default to gender neutral reader if I can’t find a way to organically incorporate gender into the fic :3

These are the characters I write for: Ace, Law, Koby, Zoro, Sanji, Crocodile, Shanks, Mihawk, Nami, Robin, Smoker, Tashigi, Buggy, Boa Hancock

- Please only send one character per prompt. I’m open to doing the same character multiple times, though! Especially if they’re my fav >:3

- To make a request, send in the name of the song the lyric is from and the name of the character you want for it. Make sure I know this is for the event in your ask! I can be a little dense at times, hehe.

- You’re welcome to be specific for a request, such as specifying if you want fluff or angst, or if you’d prefer the lyric to relate more to the reader or to the character you’ve requested!

- All that said, have fun and go crazy! I’m excited and i hope you are too <33 Have a wonderful day, and thank you for reading and/or requesting!! If you have any questions, feel free to ask or DM me and I’ll happily clarify :3

- Update: Just to clarify, I don’t do doubles of the same prompt. I don’t wanna get overwhelmed with the amount of requests! So, once a prompt is requested, I strike it through and it’s done :3

bad idea right?

↝ ”yes i know that he’s my ex, but can’t two people reconnect? i only see him as a friend (the biggest lie i ever said)”

↝ buggy x reader

red flags

↝ “the best movie of all, the masterpiece of art called: human centipede!”

↝ robin x reader

cowboy casanova

↝ “he’s a good time cowboy casanova, leaning up against the record machine.”

↝ cowboy!ace x reader

bitter water

↝ “i am not a fool entire, no i know what’s coming. you’ll bury me beneath the tree i climbed when i was a child.”

↝ boa hancock x reader

maybe

↝ “you loved me holy with your cross and your disease. did you feel that close to god when you had me on my knees?”

↝ crocodile x reader

anniversary

↝ “giving you up? what are you on about? never give up believing in us.”

↝ sanji x reader

quiet

↝ “i’m not yours, and you’re not mine, but we can sit and pass the time. no fighting wars, no ringing chimes, we’re just feeling fine.”

like a dog

↝ “and so my soul could soar with my heart on the altar of science, like an obedient dog.”

recover

↝ “i’ll give you one more chance to say we can change or part ways. and you take what you need, and you don’t need me.”

the vampire waltz

↝ “oh, i feel it being drawn out, the blood flowing steadily into your mouth. this dark night, cruel and cold, you whisper softly, ‘honey, you’ll never grow old.’”

↝ vampire!sanji x reader

bridezilla

↝ “i’m gonna run down the aisle and tongue kiss the priest, dance on your mother like an eight-legged freak. i’m gonna stuff my face and eat the whole damn cake. baby, i can’t wait for my perfect wedding day!”

alien, alien

↝ “alien, that’s right, i’m you alien! your heartstrings pulled and deftly lulled, i’ve caught a shooting star.”

↝ crocodile x reader

dangerous thing

↝ “something about you is soft like an angel, and something inside you is violence and danger. i knew from the moment we met, you are a dangerous thing.”

↝ law x reader

me and my husband

↝ “and i am the idiot with the painted face, in the corner taking up space. but when he walks in, i am loved, i am loved.”

↝ law x transmasc!reader

like the dawn

↝ “you were the brightest shade of sun when i saw you. and surely, you will be the death of me, but how could i have known?”

↝ mihawk x reader, fluff

halloweenie v: the moss king

↝ “i am the moss king, here in your house. you sing the song with your wicked mortal mouth. sing to me sweetly, call to me now. there’s a hundred hauntin’ spirits in the trees lookin’ down.”

↝ zoro x reader

#one piece x reader #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #.jestersevents #hopefully ill use this tag again someday :3

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fanficbarbie · 6 months

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❝i got cake and i know he want a slice.❞

read the rest of the series before this chapter or you’re getting spoilers.

A/N: we're back, barbies! i successfully survived midterms so now I can breathe!! i've been working on this all week and tomorrow i promise, i'll work on my requests. a lot of y'all have been in my comments and reposts with pitchforks because joel didn't kiss ginny yet and all i have to say is, same babes. i don't make the rules (yes i do) i just enforce them. this isn't edited so ignore any mistakes. please leave feedback in the comments ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

Chapter Summary: the sweetest baker enlists joel to help her volunteer at ellie's school.

Chapter Warnings: language, alcohol, slight age gap (F!MC and Joel are 6 years apart), racial descriptions (tommy says black girls are his type basically), symptoms of anxiety and depression, lmk if i forgot something.

Series Tags: chef! Joel, single! father Joel, no outbreak! Joel Miller, slow burn, dual-pov, fluff, flirting, friendship, eventually established relationship, eventual smut, original character, black!fem!MC, no y/n.

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“Taste this,” I demand Joel, shoving the spoon of icing towards his mouth.

Joel stops stacking the plastic plates, looking down at the utensil. “What did you say?” he asks with scrunched eyebrows.

I shake the fork impatiently. “Try,” I demand. He looks at me skeptically before leaning forward and taking a bite of the warm sugary liquid.

His mouth moves slowly as tastes. “Mmmhm, that’s good,” he compliments.

I want to put my hands up to hide the blush that’s inevitably covering my face right now. But I don’t want Joel to notice my reaction. “Thank you. I tweaked the recipe last week,” I say quickly, turning around so I’m not facing him.

“That’s why I’m here,” I hear Joel say.

Shaking my head, I pour the icing over the cakes. “No, you’re here because I didn’t want to be the only one working the booth today,” I defend myself.

“You would’ve called someone else,” Joel points out.

My shoulders rise with my eyebrows. “You’re probably right,” I conceded.

I enlisted Joel to do a booth with me instead of having two separate booths. Neither of us wanted to pull staff from the floor but still wanted to participate for Ellie’s sake. The two of us could handle it, with the help of some friends.

Joel and I mirror each other's movements in the kitchen. He makes sure the COVID-safe fall fest meals are ready and me adding something sweet into the mix. The hum of Taylor Swift plays in the background and I catch Joel slightly humming to ‘Welcome to New York.’ A snicker involuntary leaves my throat and I shove it down, hoping he didn’t pick up on it.

Once my job is done, I allow the dishes to clatter in the sink. The worst part about baking is the prep and the cleaning and I don’t have the energy for that right now.

“Hello?” Madeline’s voice rings through the stairwell.

“Don’t shoot us,” Leonardo’s voice follows shortly after.

A scoff leaves my lips and I near the island to watch Joel skillfully move around the kitchen. Every move has a crafted purpose and I can practically see the blood pulsating through his veins.

My breathing hitches and I shift in hopes of gaining composure. “I don’t even have a gun,” I pipe up.

Joel walks in front of me and motions behind me. We dance around for a little before he grunts in frustration and puts his hands on my waist. My eyes go wide as Joel easily lifts me onto the cold island before reaching behind me. “I do,” he murmurs, sliding the pan of bundt cakes toward his muscled torso.

His smirk has me wanting to strip my clothes off and give it to him in the nastiest way possible. Bad, ginny. He was just sick of you being in the way. “I don’t think that applies to this scenario, Joel,” I stress.

Joel moves from in between my legs and I turn my head to watch Leo strolling into the room confidently. “Hey, Miller,” he boasts.

“Hey,” I hear Joel respond next to me.

Maddie follows shortly behind him, wearing brown leather pants and high-heeled boots. She’s overdressed for a school event, but knowing her she’s probably looking for a husband. “Hi, Joel,” she purs, flashing him a smile.

My body turns to survey Joel’s reaction, but his poker face is stone-cold. “Nice to see you, Madeline,” he tries his hardest to force out through a smile.

It’s not that Joel doesn’t like Madeline, she’s just an acquired taste. Too much time around her can drive you crazy and sometimes when Joel picks Ellie up from the bakery, Madeline is sobbing her eyes out with a glass of wine in her hand.

“Didn’t know you were working the party, man,” Leo notes once he and Madeline cross the large open floor plan into the kitchen.

“Joel’s daughter, Ellie, goes to school with Dina,” I tell Leo, motioning towards Joel.

Madeline nods, sliding into the bar stool and putting her shiny silver purse on the counter. “That makes sense. What are you making?” she leans forward and asks Joel.

Joel rolls his shoulder forward, hunching over to plate the food. “Thanksgiving meals. Each meal comes with turkey and 3 sides. My brother Tommy’s bringing the rest,” he informs her.

Maddie's eyes light up and a smirk creeps onto her face. “I didn’t know you had a brother. Is he a chef, too?” she asks, voice laced with mischief.

Joel shrugs, not bothering to make eye contact with her. “Mostly just a pain in my ass but, yeah. He helps out at the Austin from time to time,” he grumbles.

“That's awesome! Is he cute?” Maddie asks excitedly.

“Maddie!” I hiss towards the blonde.

Joel’s phone buzzes on the counter next to us and he picks it up, turning the screen towards the group. “That would be him,” he says, shaking the device lightly.

Once Joel exits the room, I hit Maddie on the arm with the back of my palm. “What?! Not everyone has a Michelin-star chef whipping meals in their kitchen trying to get in your pants,” she frowns.

My eyes widen and I feel the sudden urge to yank my hair out. Now I know why Joel tugs on his roots. “Joel’s not– he’s not,” I stammer, pausing to collect my breath. “Joel’s not trying to get in my pants,” I sigh.

Maddie raises a brow, looking me up and down. “I beg to differ,” she counters.

Jumping down from the counter, I start to pick up where Joel left off with the meals. “He doesn’t have time to– Leo, don’t eat that,” I swat Leo’s hand, stopping him from picking up a bundt cake prematurely.

Leo winces, putting his hands up in defense before sliding into the bar stool. “So, how’s things been between you two?” he questions.

My brows furrow and I feel confusion wash over me. “What do you mean?” I ask.

“I mean, you’ve been seeing each other for what, a month. Right?” he asks.

Maddie snickers next to me and I shake my head, resuming my careful placing of the assorted dessert flavors. “No, Leo. We literally haven’t even been on a date,” I point out.

Leo twists back and forth in the spinning chairs like a child who’s bored out of his mind. “That means nothing,” he scoffs.

My head tilts and I point the spatula at Leo. “To you, you whore. To me it means something. We’re just friends,” I inform him.

Leo purses his lips and his brows furrow. “Oh, fuck off,” he nips at me.

“What?” I ask him.

Leo rolls his eyes and I want to lean forward to snatch them out of his socket. “I still don’t know how you’re blind to him flirting,” he complains.

Maybe I am reading things wrong. Maybe Joel is interested. “If he flirts with me so much, why hasn’t he asked me out on a date or kissed me?” I ask the pair confused.

My head darts back and forth between my friends. “Maybe he just wants to take things slow,” Maddie tries to explain.

Leo clears his throat and my head whips to face his. “Yup. You said yourself he has a daughter,” he shrugs.

My eyes look at the clock to check and see if we’re doing good on time. Ellie and Dina will be bursting in at any moment. They don’t need to be privy to this conversation.

Once I have my confirmation, I refocus on the to-go containers in front of me. “Then why would he and his daughter sleep in my bed with me the other night?” I ask.

Maddie's jaw drops and her eyes widen. “You slept in the same bed together?!” She practically shrieks.

“Yeah, I told you,” I remind her.

Maddie shakes her head in disbelief. “No, you told me they stayed the night. Not that you were cuddled up with Joel Miller,” she hisses.

I shake my head and begin pleading my case, “I wasn't cuddled up with him. Ellie had a sit–”

Joel walks in and I shut myself up, my eyes immediately finding his. “Hey y’all, I want to introduce you to my brother, Tommy,” he bellows with a smile, stepping to the side.

A man a bit younger than Joel steps through my entryway, his hair slightly slicked back. He’s not my type, but he’s definitely Maddie’s. I stop placing the cakes in the to-go boxes, crossing the floor to meet them halfway. “Come on in. It’s nice to meet you,” I smile, putting my hand on his arm to pull him into the kitchen.

Tommy looks down at me and smiles. “Likewise. Heard a lot about you,” he confesses with warmth in his voice.

Fucking attractiveness and charm must run in the family. “Good things, I hope,” I suggest to Tommy, peering up at him.

Tommy nods, chuckling a bit. “Fantastic things, darlin’,” he assures me and I almost melt. It’s good to know that Joel and Ellie talk about me positively.

When we get to the kitchen, Maddies is already standing seemingly posing by the counter. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Madeline,” she flirts, extending her hand for him to shake.

I let go of his jacket, sliding into Maddie’s seat at the bar. “Tommy,” he shakes her hand before awkwardly turning toward me.

He raises his brow almost as if he’s asking how I know them silently. “Madeline and Leo are my friends from elementary school,” I quickly explain.

Tommy lets out an ah sound, nodding a bit before Leo clears his throat. “Nice to meet you, man,” Leo chimes.

“Likewise,” Tommy returns.

I clap my hands softly, clasping them together in front of my chest. “Now, Tommy. I hate to put you to work but can you help me carry this stuff out to the van?” I request.

Tommy smiles, pushing his hair back with his fingers. “Of course,” he agrees.

My body turns towards my best friends. “Maddie, can you and Leo grab the cookie tubs and put them in the other van?” I ask the pair.

“I can do it by myself,” Leo grumbles and I realize I’ve hurt his ego.

“I know you can. Maddie is just the brains of the operation,” I soothe him.

Maddie snickers and Leo rolls his eyes. “Fine, let’s go brain,” he says, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“Aye aye, Pinky,” Maddie salutes him as they stomp out of the room.

Tommy and I get to work grabbing the Fall Fest dinners and putting them into a large box. After they’re stacked on a dolly, we begin to load them one by one onto the first bakery van. A comfortable silence fills the van as we secure the last of the food. “So, are you single?” I ask Tommy, attempting to play matchmaker for Maddie.

Tommy wipes his hands on his pants and my nose scrunches. Later he’s going to wonder where that stain came from… men. “Depends on who’s asking,” he drawls suspiciously.

I scoff, hopping down out of the van. “You and Leo are the biggest whores I’ve ever met. It’s a simple question Tommy,” I rant before forcefully pushing another box towards him.

Tommy stops the box from moving so quickly across the large metal floor paneling. “Who’s asking, Ginny?” he directs.

My leg bounces and the ways Maddie will kill me for this runs through my brain. “Madeline,” I jabber, hoping he won't tell her.

Tommy looks up at me blinking rapidly. His mouth forms a large o and his brows furrow. “I’m single, but I’m not interested,” he declares.

I put my hands on my hips. “What do you mean you’re not interested? She’s literally perfect,” I say, pointing out the fact that she’s a blonde with blue eyes. She’s every man in America’s dream.

Tommy shrugs. “Hate to say it but we Millers have a type. She’s beautiful, just not my cup of tea if you catch my drift,” he explains resuming his work.

Ohhhh. I didn’t know the Millers prefer brown women. But then again, I’ve never actually been to Joel's house or seen a picture of Sarah, or his exes. How the fuck was I supposed to know? “100%” I confirm, pushing him another box. “Can I ask you something?” I ask.

“Depends-” Tommy starts and I cut him off.

“On what it is I know,” I snap, gnawing on my bottom lip. “How do I say this?” I think out loud.

Tommy's choleric disposition takes over his face, similar to Joel's when he’s had enough. “Whatever it is spit it out,” he growls lowly.

The sweat on my forehead collects and I feel like hot water is being poured onto my scalp. But I have to know how Joel feels about me, and Tommy would know. “Is Joel interested in me?” I blurt, feeling like I’ve finally submerged myself in a cool bath.

Tommy doesn’t say anything, he just purses his lips. The comfort I felt turns into pain when the water turns into ice. My body is frozen and I’m rendered speechless.

I want to flee. I need to get out of here. I shouldn’t have asked. “Oh my god,” I finally speak.

“Mmmhm,” Tommy hums, motioning for me to pass him another box so I can continue t

I rub my eyebrows as the pit in my stomach fills with anxiety. “Oh god, Tommy. What am I gonna do?” I ask, unable to stand anymore with the alley seemingly spinning.

I take a seat in the back of the truck, putting my head in my hands. “What do you want to do?” Tommy asks.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you,” I groan towards the ground.

“Well the way I see it, lean into it or tell him so he doesn’t fall harder for ya,” he advises.

My brain runs through all the moments that I’ve had with Joel. How the first day we met he offered to cook for me. Every lingering touch, all the compliments he’s given me, when vulnerable he’s been with me. You don’t do that with someone who’s just a friend.

I peel my hands away from my face with realization. “Oh my gosh, he’s been sending so many signals. I’m going to throw up,” I groan.

Tommy steps out of the van, looking down at me. “Please don’t,” he pleads.

Suddenly, Joel comes around the corner at the most inappropriate time. These Millers just pop up anywhere and one day, they’re going to make me piss myself. They need a bell on their ankles. He hands the last boxes to Tommy and I pray to the gods above he didn’t overhear our conversation. “Don’t what?” Joel asks.

Fuck. My body tenses and I try to focus on containing the bile rising in my throat. “Ginny’s feelin’ dizzy. I’m almost finished here. She’s just gonna sit for a second,” he tells his brother.

Joel sits down on the metal butt of the truck next to me. He puts his hand in my lap, palm facing up towards me. I accept his offer, intertwining our fingers. “You need anything, sugar?” he asks sweetly, and I sigh.

I nod, running the back of his hands with my thumb. Attentive Joel is my favorite, but only because I’m an attention whore. “Can you get me a Coke from the fridge? Maybe I just need some caffeine,” I request.

Joel nods, trying to let go of my hand. Although I don’t want him to, I allow him to disconnect from me. “Of course, I’ll be right back,” he says, petting my head before turning around and disappearing behind the van.

A sigh of relief slips my lips and I try to refocus on calming my breathing. “So are you?” I hear Tommy say behind me.

I scoot back against the inside of the van walls, allowing the sides to cool me down. “Am I what?” I ask him with a raised brow.

“Are you single?” he reiterates.

A smirk creeps onto my lips. “Depends on who’s asking,” I taunt him.

“Joel,” Tommy cuts straight to the point, unlike me.

I giggle and I feel like the panic has finally subsided. “Yeah, I’m single,” I tell him.

Tommy finishes securing the last box and he turns around to face me. He puts his hands on his upper thigh, leaning on one leg. Jesus Christ, now that’s attractive. “And open? Ready?” he interrogates.

I nod, sliding out of the truck. “Tommy, I mean it. Make sure Joel knows how ready,” I say to him as he shuts the back doors.

Joel turns off the engine to the bakery van, having pulled into the spot at the school where vendors unload. He turns to me and flashes me a smile. “You alright?” he asks concerned.

After that conversation with Tommy, I needed more than just a Coke. I needed multiple shots of tequila. I forced Tommy and Maddie to join me, leaving Joel and Leo the only sober people to drink the trucks.

I nod, and my body bobs unstabily. “Yes,” I slur.

Joel shakes his head and his head falls back. He lets out a loud bellowing laugh, holding his stomach and I know he’s caught me in the lie. “Well, you are not talking to any parents tonight,” he chuckles, wiping his hands over his face.

I roll my eyes at him. “I wasn’t planning on it. Besides, all the moms are going to be all over hot Chef Miller,” I complain, hoping he doesn’t notice my jealousy.

He laughs again and it’s so beautiful, I want to make his laugh featuring Ellie’s giggle my alarm clock so I can wake up peacefully. Snap the fuck out of it, Imogen. “That’s not going to happen,” Joel says, opening his door.

I don’t get to respond before he shuts it, jogging over to my side to retrieve me. Joel opens the door and I’m reading to pounce. “Yes, the fuck it is,” I counter, feeling my emotional drunk alter ego arise.

Joel leans against the door frame, extending his hand to help me down. “Well good thing I don’t want any of them,” he claims.

I accept his hand, looking at him with hope in my eyes. “Really?” I ask.

Joel’s pupils dilate and he flashes me a smile. “Really,” he confirms, putting his hands on my hips.

He guides me until my back is pressed against the cool metal of the truck. His eyes flicker down to my lips before back up to me. If he’s going to do anything, he better do it now before someone sees us.

“Joel!” “Ginny!” I hear Ellie and Dina’s voices call from behind Joel. Fuck, scratch a bell bracelet. They need a fucking air horn.

Joel steps back, putting some space between us. “Hey kiddo,” he greets her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

Fucking cock blocking crotch demons. Let it go, Imogen. He was probably just trying to perform a wellness check on you. “Hey, Dina,” I say, teetering over to her in my heels.

“Thanks for coming,” I hear Ellie say to her dad.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I hear Joel say before the second van pulls up in the spot next to us.

Ellie gasps when she sees who’s in the passenger seat. She slams her hand on the glass window, effectively scaring Leo who’s on the other side. “Uncle Tommy!” she cheers before running over to the passenger side.

Joel leans over until his lips are touching my ear. “It’s always ‘Uncle Tommy, Uncle Tommy.’ But never ‘Dad’,” he complains in a whisper.

I sway a bit, unstable from the drinking. “Patience, young padawan,” I quote Star Wars to him.

Joel wraps his arms around my waist to stabilize me. Dina’s eyes look us up and down. She leans forward and sniffs the air in front of my face. “Ginny, are you drunk?” she asks loudly.

“Shhhhh. You’ll tell the whole fucking school,” I shush her, pulling her towards me so Leo can get out of the car.

Dina snickers, lacing her hand in mine. “Come on, we’re walking to the corner store for snacks before it starts,” she enlists me.

I nod excitedly, thinking about the possibility of having slushies and Hot funyons. “Count me in. Got any cash, Joel?” I ask the resourceful man. He’s bound to have something on him and I don’t feel like bringing my purse.

He nods, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a brown leather wallet. “Mmhm. Take Tommy with you, Sugar,” he hands me back two twenties and I gladly accept them, slipping them into Dina’s hands.

I wine, squirming a bit. “But Joel, Maddie will be with us. All girls with Tommy would just be weird,” I complain.

Joel brushes past me, heading towards the back of the trucks. “I don’t care, you’re both drunk. You need someone out there lookin’ after y’all,” he says over his shoulder.

Dina tugs my hands a couple of times, dancing in place. “Awwww,” she coos.

I cover my mouth to try to stop the giggle that slips out. He’s cute when he’s all protective and shit. “Hehe. Does he have a gun?” I ask, pulling Dina towards the back with me.

Joel grabs the handle, opening the heavy doors. “Yes,” he answers.

“Well okay, as long as he doesn’t bother us,” I conceded.

The 3 others from the van join us along with Ellie. Dina immediately ditches me, joining her now best friend. “Tommy, walk with them to the store,” Joel commands his brother.

“Why can’t Leo do it?” Tommy groans like a child.

Joel takes out the Dolly to start unloading the items. “Because Leo’s sober, and I need his help with this shit,” he states frustratedly.

Leo snickers, walking over to the truck to start unloading the boxes. “Ahem,” I clear my throat at Joel.

That fucker forgot one crucial part. “And stay ten paces behind them,” he adds.

Tommy puts his hands up. “Fine by me. I don’t wanna know you’re girly bullshit anyways,” he jeers.

Madeline pats him on the shoulders. “That’s what they all say, Tommy,” she argues.

Maddie links her arm with mine. “We’ll see you guys later,” I say to Joel before joining the teenagers for the walk down the block.

We walk through the parking lot for a bit before entering the school. Whenever I have a drop of liquor in me, I have the urge to Irish goodbye. I drag Maddie with me until were walking closer behind the girls. “We should really lose him,” I suggest.

Ellie looks over her shoulder at Tommy before nodding at Dina. “Okay, follow us,” Dina intrusts.

I nod as we move quickly through the hall taking a left and running into a room. We quickly shut the door behind us, and I peer out the window waiting for Tommy to walk by. When he does, he looks confused turning around in circles. I snicker and he seemingly hears. I quickly pulls my head away from the small plexiglass, hoping he didn’t notice me. “Did we lose him?” Ellie asks, looking over my shoulder.

Maddie takes matters into her own hands, stepping past me to check. “Coast is clear,” she informs us with a smile.

We break out into laughter and I feel like I’ve just pulled off the greatest inside job ever. “Let’s go,” Dina says, reaching for the door handle.

When we get to the store, I bolt toward the Slurpee machine. I grab the largest cup size, filling it with cherry and coke flavors. Once my drink is secured, I grab and fill two cups for Tommy and Joel. Ellie finds me, grabbing Joel's cup, and together we wander the store looking for the spicy chips.

I snatch three bags from the top shelf, figuring someone will stick their fingers in my bag and piss me off. It’s always good to have extras. “You know, I’d be okay if my dad dated someone like you,” Ellie pipes up randomly next to me.

I almost drop the Slurpee onto the tile floor beneath me. “Oh. Where is this coming from?” I ask her with a raised brow.

She grabs some chips before we walk towards the candy aisle to meet with Maddie and Dina. “He asked me if I was okay with him dating someone the other day,” she leaves me hanging on her every word.

“What’d you say?” I dig deeper.

She turns towards me with a smirk on her lips. “I said I wouldn’t care as long as it was you,” she admits.

The door to the corner store dings and Tommy is pushed in by the windy city. He looks pissed as fuck as he stomps over towards us. “The hell? Your dad is gonna kill me if he finds out–” he starts before Ellie cuts him by shoving a Slurpee in his hand.

“He’ll be fine. Let’s go, Uncle Tommy,” she motions towards the counter.

By the time we’re back in the gym, everything is set up. Joel graciously accepts the Slurpee, which turns his tongue blue, sending Ellie into a fit of giggles. Now hours later, I walk around the gym shopping at other booths with Madeline. I can’t deny that every time I look at Joel, our eyes link for a second too long. The simple interaction causes my breath to catch in my chest every time, and I try to ignore it.

After some time, we’re finished looking in the main gym, and we head into the hall to see the art auction pieces. Eligible students can create anything they want; a poem, a painting, or a sculpture to put up for action. The people who come to Fall Fest pledge money towards an art piece, and the money earned goes towards the student’s college tuition.

We stroll down the hall, mindlessly chatting about which pieces we want to bid on before Maddie points at a specific piece. “That’s fucking gorgeous,” she blusters.

A smile creeps on my face when I look closer at the signature. The familiar white calligraphy makes my heart sing. “It’s Ellie’s,” I boast about the talented young girl.

“Now I see why she’s painting the mural. This is some good shit. I’ve gotta commission her for some art,” Maddie rambles, seemingly entranced by the swirls of paint before her.

I nod, smiling at the though of Ellie becoming an artist of some kind. “She’d probably love that,” I tell her.

When I turn around, I see Joel walking through the door of the large hall. His eyes dart around till he finds me, b-lining for us. He stands in front of me awkwardly and when Maddie turns around, she jumps from being startled a bit. “Well, I’m gonna just go look…” she trails off, effectively excusing herself.

“Can we talk?” Joel asks, tilting his head towards a darker secluded hall.

“Yeah,” I say to him, pulling him into the area not lit by prison lighting.

Once we’re alone, I lean back against the wall. “What’s wrong?” I tilt my head attempting to cajole him into telling me.

“Nothin’ it’s just, I’ve bit my tongue 'cause I was unsure if–” he pauses and takes a deep breath. “I enjoy spendin’ time with you, Ginny. You’ve become important to me and you should know that I care about you deeply, sugar,” he confesses.

Oh, I wasn’t expecting that. This train has a one-way route towards the friend zone. “I care about you too Joel! And I like spending time with you too. And Ellie,” I sadly follow his lead.

Joel steps closer, putting his hand over my head and leaning forward. “I just really don’t wanna lose you,” he expresses, voice laced with sincerity.

My hands snake up around his waist and I grip the grey shirt he’s wearing. “How would you lose me, Joel?”

Joel's eyes stay fixed on mine and the brown in his eyes swirls like hot chocolate. “Sugar, I feel more than just a friendship level for ya. I like you,” he stresses.

“Oh, Joel. I’m not going anywhere. I wouldn’t,” I promise him, pulling him closer so our upper bodies are pressed towards each other.

He sighs, looking down at the ground between us. “I know, but telling you that means changing our relationship. I don’t want to scare you and I didn’t know–” he starts before I tap his side, cutting him off.

“Joel, I like you too. Like… a lot,” I confirm.

His head quickly rises and he sighs, “Oh.”

I’m starting to feel embarrassed by the whole situation. “Dear, god. I-I don’t know why my brain goes blank when I look at you. I think I’m going crazy. I feel like a high schooler,” I falter.

Joel chuckles, leaning forward to press his forehead onto mine. I clear my throat, impatient tugging at his side. “So, I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me,” I murmur.

Joel takes his forehead off of mine, searching my face seemingly wary of crossing the line. All he’s going to find is my stupid shit-eating grin. “Are you sure?” Joel asks for consent and I think it’s the most sexy thing I’ve ever heard leave a man's lips.

“Positive,” I nod, radiating with excitement.

“Okay,” he sighs and a wolfish grin creeps onto his face.

His hands slide up to my neck, pulling me closer. “Okay,” I murmur.

He grabs the back of my neck, crashing his lips onto mine. We both smile into the kiss and I force a giggle back down my throat. My lips open slightly, granting him entrance. His warm tongue dances with mine and I marvel at the taste of whiskey and apple on his lips. It’s filled with so much passion, that I feel like my heart is about to explode.

His fingers thread into my hair, massing my scalp as he kisses me. I moan into his mouth and my clit pulsates with a hunger for him. He disconnects our lips, leaving us both panting because of the other. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?” I murmur against his lips.

“Probably better,” Joel grunts before pulling back and motioning towards the hard member protruding through his jeans.

“Joel, oh my gosh,” I giggle, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around his torso. “Can I have one more?” I practically salivate, batting my lashes at him.

Joel nods, snaking his hand back around my neck. His thumb strokes my jaw and I lean into him. “Mmmhm,” he hums, dipping his head back down.

His lips connect with mine and my tongue continues to explore his map. I want to stay in this moment forever. It feels like a dream and I don’t want to wake up. His lips are surprisingly soft and I kick myself for not doing this months ago.

The smacking of our lips is apparent when we pull back this time and I know my face is covered in pink flush. “Damn it. I was supposed to do this right. Date first, then kiss,” he curses himself.

I giggle, standing on my tip-toes to press a kiss against his cheek. “Joel, I asked you to kiss me. Besides, we’ve known each other for months,” I acknowledge our past.

Joel nods, but he doesn’t seem ready to let it go. “You’re right, but still. Can I take you out on a date?” he pleads.

I’m practically bouncing on my toes, my mind racing with thoughts of my future with Joel. Relax Ginny, he just asked you out on one date. “Yes,” I blurt.

Joel chuckles at my excitement, taking a step back and lacing his hand with mine. “When are you free next?” he turns to me and asks as we walk back to the gym.

“Thursday, but it’s Thanksgiving. After that, on Friday. Speaking of, do you guys have any plans for the holiday?” I inquire.

Joel shakes his head, confirming my suspicions. “No, just me, Tommy, and Ellie eating at an undecided time,” he informs me.

“How about you join me at Maddie’s house? Her family always orders catering for Thanksgiving,” I offer, hoping he’ll grace me with his presence sooner than a week from now. I get we’re both busy food industry owners, which I love, I just don’t think I can wait that long to be in a romantic setting with him.

“I know. They’ve put in an order at The Austin for the past two years,” Joel dictates and I nod. Just my luck, the man’s food I’ve been shoveling into my mouth for the past 6 holidays is also the man I’m trying to date.

I poke his muscular bicep with my free hand. “Even better, you can personally deliver it and tell everyone who doesn’t like it that they’re wrong. Just like you did on my birthday,” I joke with him and he puts his hands on his chest, seemingly hurt by my statement.

“I’m sorry about that, darlin’. Really I am,” Joel apologizes.

I tug on his hand, trying to grab his attention and snap him out of a spiral. “I’m fucking with you, Joel. Please come. I’m sure Ellie would love it,” I practically beg him.

Joel pauses, looking up to think about it. He’s probably worried about how unpredictable his two family members would be in this setting. “Okay, we’ll come,” he concedes, finally.

“Good. I’ll text you the details. You’re standing straighter,” I beam, pointing out his posture change.

Joel chuckles, rubbing his thumb across mine soothingly. “I feel like a house just lifted off my back. I’ve had my eyes on you since June 30th,” he confesses.

I smirk, leaning closer to him. “So Maddie was right, you were practically drolling on my shoulder,” I taunt.

“She said that?” he asks with furrowed brows.

I nod, attempting not to give him too much information. “Mmmhm,” I hum.

He tugs on my hand, stopping me in my tracks before I reach the entryway. “I’m not going to deny that, Sugar,” he looks me up and down like I’m a meal he wants to ravish.

The thought of us fucking turns me on even more, and I have to remind myself we’re in a high school. “Okay, one last kiss before we’re back in the gym?” I use my siren eyes against him, peering up at him through my lashes.

“I like how you think,” Joel mumbles, sliding his free hand up and around the front of my neck. He gently pulls me forward, connecting our lips one final time. A wave of relief hits me, and I moan as his tongue dances with mine in the filthiest way. Me and Joel Miller are going out on a date.

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maopll · 1 year

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Could I request Riddle, Jamil, and Ace with an s/o who likes to make and feed them desserts or snacks?

Sweets just for you <3

a/n: I'm sorry I kept you waiting for so long anon I hope you like what I came up with.

characeters: riddle, jamil, ace

warning: none

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Riddle Rosehearts

because you were riddles s/o you would be called to tea parties that would be held in their dorm unless you are busy

you forgot to tell him that you can cook food so when you entered the heartslabyul dorm with a basket filled with foods they asked where you got it from

their jaws DROPPED except riddle because they did not know you could cook plus being able to cook good food is a talent

riddle just felt so proud knowing that his s/o could make food

he was genuinely surprised when he tasted the strawberry tart you made cause it was so good ???

now whenever he eats tarts that were not prepared by you everything pales in comparison to yours because they don't taste the same

when riddle asked you how you made it you were trying to act lovey dovey so you said 'same recipe just with a lot of love'

for others it may seem cringe but for him it was everything

he made a rule that applied to you exclusively and that was you were to make and feed him your baked sweets every weekend

you didn't complain because you will be able to see the face he makes when he takes a bite out of the food cooked by you which you absolutely adore

Jamil Viper

Jamil himself knows how to cook

and when he found out you also know how to cook? oh he's filled with pride

two lovers who can cook is probably a match made in heaven

jamil is not a picky eater so he will eat whatever you feed him cause he trusts you a lot

when he had a bite of one of the cookies you baked he ascended to heaven

just the right level of sweetness and the perfect crunchiness

he absolutely loves it when you feed him but he won't voluntarily come up to you and say it but you get the hint and you deliberately do it because nothing beats the feeling when you feed your lover the snacks you baked

his favourite past time is when both of you are in the kitchen cooking

although he learnt how to cook because of his upbringing and is pretty much indifferent to him but when it's with you it's a special moment

his favourite food was curry but when you cooked it for him it was unbelievable

now he only eats the curry cooked by you

Ace Trappola

Ace saw a bunch of cakes in your refrigerator and he was quite hungry so he grabbed one

for a moment he was in sheer shock cause 'how does this taste so good???'

he called to ask you where you got this from

he was surprised the first minute when you said it and extremely proud and happy the next moment

he uses the treats you make for him and feeds them to riddle whenever he is kinda mad so he would be able to escape from his wrath

he escapes most of the time and is very grateful to you for this

he would GLADLY ask you to feed him because he loves it when you make those cute gestures telling him to open his mouth and the light brush of your fingers against his lips fills his stomach with butterflies

he loves it when you feed him. he loves to be baby-ed by you

he proudly boasts to everyone that his wonderful s/o cam makes the best food in the world

pls save deuce because ace won't stop singing your praises to him and he keeps fangirling

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #jamil x reader #twst jamil #jamil fluff #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x yuu #riddle x reader #jamil x yuu #riddle fluff #riddle x yuu #twst riddle #twst ace #ace x yuu #ace x reader #ace fluff

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jacksoldsideblog · 5 months

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can you write something about female fight club then?

I'm standing like an unwanted shadow as Tyler bargains our way into soap based success. I have to hear her say things like:

"Well, a woman's touch helps."

"It just helps to know what the clientele want."

"Of course, the softest soap is what will sell best, who doesn't want soap that makes their hands delicate and gentle?"

All with this slight sarcastic turn, just enough to rustle the secret feminist wiles of the salewoman she's speaking to. To elucidate some sort of sexy danger, acknowledging the song and dance we're in and its artifice all the same.

We usually see them at fight club within a week or two.

I can't blame them. The mystery that is Tyler Durden combined with the chance to see her shirtless has seduced many women into having to cover up black eyes and broken lips. If anyone cared, there would be reports on a massive wave of physical abuse hitting women right now.

But there's not.

Tyler says, "They don't see anything different. To be a woman is to be a punching bag. They don't see any difference. They don't notice the fingerprints are, on average, smaller. They think it's natural. This is why the song and dance works."

The song and dance being, it is morning, and I'm in the kitchen using my reflection in our spoiled glass windows to apply a thin attempt at hiding my cranial bruising to my forehead. It will serve as the obligatory effort on the part of the battered woman to make herself slightly less unseemly and uncomfortable for others to be around, and in exchange, I would only lose my job if it was to interact with the public. My job is not to interact with the public. I do the due diligence of showing submission to the everpresent assumption I am for male consumption, I am not fired on the spot.

It is a song and dance because no one cares about the bruises themselves, only whether they've made me too ugly and complicated to work with. The makeup, which hides the worst of it, serves to show that yes sir, I roll over sir, I know I shouldn't be too annoying about this sort of thing, sir. I have no female colleagues who would bother to ask whether I was considering leaving.

The thing about fight club is, the first and second rules are that you don't talk about fight club. Tyler is very clear on this. However, this is mostly because we don't need to advertise. Any woman who expresses enough concern and anger at her coworker friend family's bruises finds her way here quick. It keeps us focused.

Tyler says, "If we were men, we could walk around with the truth of us bare on our skin. I know this because I do, every night I play the part of the genteel waiter at the Pressman Hotel." Many women had met Tyler at work. Many women had been warned away from the lobster bisque by Tyler. Her guerilla warfare was mostly targeted.

"Instead," Tyler says, "you have to cake yourself in makeup just to keep your jobs. Your bruises are still visible, but you're fired if you have no shame about it. What does that tell you about your place in the world?"

Some women, I know, go deep. Buy up land and live on it in communes. No one cares if your dogsitter or caretaker for the grandmother you never visit has bruises. No one's there to witness it. These invisible jobs, they get snapped up like candy. The women already in it, they teach the others, little post-club instructionals. They escape enough to shed the obligation.

It does not escape any of us that these jobs are less stable, that the options are to play the game or be beholden to gigs.

Hold back your teeth and spit.

I'm finished in the kitchen by the time Martin trundles down the stairs, all waifish and giggly. He sees me, he makes sure to tell me he'll be around again in a few days. We could hit golfballs at the factory while complaining about our dads again.

I don't tell him I want to rip his dick off and shove it down his throat. I do not tell him, he is ruining my life, taking up Tyler's time. I do not tell him, I would rather die than actively share Tyler with you, even on the most platonic level. I would rather use my own sinew to sew your mouth shut just so you couldn't speak to her.

I'm not going to play your stupid games, Martin.

He shrugs.

"Hey," he says. "Are you still going to ovarian cancer?"

No.

"You can have it, you know," he says. "That was the deal. I get bowel cancer, blood parasites, meth recovery, you get ovarian cancer, brain parasites, skin cancer. We share gut parasites. That was the agreement."

Again, I do not tell Martin that last time I went to ovarian cancer, the basement was empty except for Marge, who hugged me close enough that I could see the now unshaved hairs on her chin and told me about a little get together that happens on Saturdays, one that gave her more of a sense of purpose than crying about lost motherhood ever did. Martin might see me follow the rules but he doesn't get to know where I'm breaking them.

"Whatever," he says.

Then my life is significantly better, because Martin has left the house.

Then my life is signficantly better, because Tyler comes down the stairs in her boxer briefs. I stare in a sort of deadeyed way, like I'm trying to pretend it's insomnia that has my eyes glued to her hips.

"My eyes are up here," Tyler says. "You're so hopeless." She says it with immense satisfaction. I know she gets off on seeing me zombified by her instead of society. I get off on it, too.

"Good luck at work today," she says, buttoning up my shirt. Theoretically, I had it unbuttoned to avoid staining it with concealer. Realistically, it's because her fingers brushing against my bare chest make my heart stutter in a way I'd love to die from. Tyler burned my last remaining bra soon after I moved in. The rest had gone up in flames with my condo. No one at work has noticed because they try to avoid looking at me in the first place.

My mouth is wet. I'm a bit wet. I hope Tyler is. She sends me out the door, I'm erroneously hoping the sight of me in my business casual is enough to warrant some sexual exploration before she sleeps til five.

I think about fight club. It is now only three days away, closer by the hour.

Tyler makes me feel like a megalomaniac.

#fight club #asks #my writing #female fight club au #ambivalent on the quality of this. hm #it got long

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blueepink07 · 4 months

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I've been asked how Kotoko had got the police baton, so this is my attempt to answer!

There are only two options in which Kotoko could get a weapon: from the storage room or by making a request to the guard.

From here, I will properly discuss these two...

In Es's VD, Jackalope informs us of the existence of this storage room. He implies that in here are stored mostly necessities. To note that "Mostly" doesn't mean exclusively, meaning that there are also items which aren't basic objects, used everyday.

Jackalope: Hm… I guess that’s true as well. [more footsteps] Here is the prisoners’ shower room. Across is the storage room. Necessities are mostly here.

Es: For prisoners… The prisoners go in and out of this passageway as well?

Now, something that Jackalope never elaborates is what does he mean by necessity? Does a weapon can be considered a necessity, if we take into account that it can be used as self defence? Legally speaking, no, it isn't. Self defence it's not a lawful excuse to carry weapons.

However, Milgram is not constructed based on the laws applied in real life. And if I would be in a place where the people around me are murderes, I would want to have something to protect myself with.

But, even so, the Milgram prison is in Es's care, and Jackalope directly states that Es is administering the prison. It's been illustrated many times that Es dislikes violence and hates seeing the prisoners getting hurt. So, as an administrator, I'm very sure that they will try to get rid of any weapon, if there were any to begin with.

Jackalope: Yeah. When they’re allowed in the passageway, whether showers should be separated by male and female and so on, the specific rules for their lives are things you decide later.

Es: I decide?

Jackalope: Yeah. Milgram leaves how it’s administered up to you. Whether you wanna make it heaven or hell, that’s your call.

Es: Got it.

Okay, but Amane took the scissors from the storage room and attacked Es...

That’s true! However, scissors are necesseraly in order to do basic activities! For example, Shidou surely must have needed a scissor in order to cut the bandages in order to cover Mahiru's and Fuuta's injuries.

(Amane tries to strike Es, but gets stopped by the barrier)

Es: I’m telling you it’s impossible for prisoners to attack the warden.

Amane: I won’t forgive you…! I won’t forgive you!

Es: Did you get those scissors from the storage room? Were you never taught that you’re not supposed to use those on people?

Scissors can be considered deadly weapons? Yes, of course! But they can have other uses? Yes, unfortunately, for our situation.

So, I really don’t think Kotoko would have taken a police baton from the storage room, because it doesn't have any uses other than being a weapon and, if it were there in the first place, Es would have most probably taken it.

Now, since I have brought up Es and his dislike for violence, I think it's the time to continue with the second option.

Since before the beginning of the first trial, prisoners could send a request to get an item of their wish. Usually basic necessities, but also luxury items to an extent. Muu's first voice drama and many Minigrams state that this is also Es's responsability.

20/06/02

Yuno: Shidou-san, apparently if you send a request to the guard, they’ll provide us with any basic necessities we require.

Apparently we can even get some more luxury items to an extent. Is there anything you want?

In Muu's voice drama, because they know that she has ordered a crepe cake, and in Minigrams they are literally shown reading the requests!

Es: Oh? Why is that? You lot are given a decent amount of freedom here. We’re granting you the few indulgences which exist as well. In fact, even you’ve sent in a request asking for a crepe cake as well.

Muu: That’s… That’s true, but… And, I did eat the crepe cake, but… I just really wanna go home.

However, Minigrams show two times that weapons are not something to be given for granted, at least when Es is awake. Because Es will never accept to give dangerous items to the prisoners.

But when Es is asleep, they will not be in charge anymore with the requests, meaning that the only one that can take their place is Jackalope. And it's not like this rabbit can't be capable to hold items! He is actually the one cooking in this prison!

Jackalope: The truth is, I'm the head chef of this prison. Be it Japanese, Western or Chinese cuisine, I can make anything.

Es: I have another question… Can you even hold a frying pan or a knife with those hands?

Jackalope: If I grasp firmly, I can.

Moreover, we know for sure that the requests are still available during intermissions. And, no, I will not give as an example the change of clothes, because it's possible the prisoners asked for them, even before the intermission started. What I want to give as example is Muu's and Mahiru's statements.

Muu is informing us that she has a happy life in prison, because she can receive anything she requests, implying that she still got many items she had asked when Es was sleeping.

Muu: But as for me, I think Milgram has become a lot more comfortable! I know now that I can get whatever I want if I ask for it, so I don’t need to be so on edge anymore.

Mahiru's statement is even a better example. She is thankful for receiving a wheelchair and that Shidou has got medical supplies. Objects that would not have been necesseraly, if Kotoko wouldn't have attacked the other prisoners, during the intermission.

Mahiru: It’s all thanks to Shidou-san. Ah… I think I should thank Milgram as well. For supplying us with the medical tools and the wheelchair and all that. I wonder if you’re the right person to say this to?

Es: …

Mahiru: Why do you look so sad…?

Es: Because… you suffered such major injuries…

But what follows after these words, her question, it's what it is interesting. She wonders if Es is the right person to say all these thanks. Es was asleep, during the attack and when she had received treatment, so no, Mahiru, Es isn't the one who supplied you with all these!

Jackalope did and interesting he is the reason for why you got injuried to begin with!

When Es is asleep, Jackalope has no reason to actually not take a request that asks for a dangerous weapon. He is a sadist, he likes seeing the other prisoners in pain.

For him, this is entertainment.

I know this answer doesn't really give any satisfaction... But I thought that by taking the two options and discussing them will lead me to an answer. Honestly, in order to check, we could ask Kotoko in her interrogation question. It might be an important information for the future trial, who knows?

#milgram #thoughts #milgram theory #milgram kotoko #kotoko yuzuriha #milgram es #milgram jackalope #muu kusunoki #mahiru shiina

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Trey Fact Sheet

(Voted 16th-most-popular-character on the jpn server (tied with Sam and Ace) in a combination of seven different character-ranking surveys held throughout 2021)

Trey’s aura is that of the big brother or protector of Heartslabyul dorm students, but the game guide assures us that “he has a dark side”. He can be gentle and often be found following up with victims at which Riddle has recently lashed out. He is generally not strict with Riddle himself, however, and is sometimes described as spoiling him.

Trey often speaks highly of Riddle. He is humble about his own abilities, saying, "There is not much I can do as a vice housewarden,” and "I am just for decoration." But there is no doubt that he is good at his job, capable of understanding whatever point it is that Riddle is trying to make much quicker than others. While admitting that there are several Queen of Hearts laws that don’t make sense to him, he has still memorized the first 350.

Floyd calls Trey “Umigame-kun”, for Sea Turtle. After Riddle’s enrollment in NRC Rook began referring to Trey as “Chevalier de Rose” (薔薇の騎士) for Rose Knight. Most of the students do not comment on Rook’s nicknames for them, but Trey has expressed multiple times that he does not like the name.

This is possibly because Trey seems to worry about what others think of him: in Deuce’s Wish Upon a Star vignette, he hides behind a pillar when two Octavinelle students begin to mock Deuce for his stargazer robes. The students leave quickly after realizing he is there, and Trey says outright that he “was trying to avoid being seen” while Deuce was dealing with the bullies, because “Dancing in this getup is embarrassing” and “Putting forth an honest effort for a fairy tale dance is just inherently awkward”.

Like Epel, Trey may also have some outdated ideas about gender roles, saying, "Men in particular can feel embarrassed and not want to do stuff like this, ya know?".

Much like Epel's lines, however, this was changed for ENG-server.

At the end of the event he comes around and says, “You were right” to Deuce, and that “This isn’t the time to worry about being embarrassed.”

Trey and Cater are self-described best friends, while Lilia refers to them as “partners” in Book 5. We learn in the Wish Upon a Star event that they roomed together for their first two years at NRC, and in a homescreen line Trey says they are always together because “I don’t have to worry about anything when I’m with Cater”, possibly insinuating that the embarrassment he can feel around others does not apply to Cater.

While he generally appears calm, it is because he usually does not express his innermost feelings in words or in his expressions―it can be unclear what he is thinking behind his smile.

Trey takes good care of his underclassmen and rarely becomes angry, but when he does, “he can stay that way for a while”, according to Cater.

In his dorm vignette, a group of first-year students tell him that making the same cakes all the time “gets a little samey” when he explains that he can’t take personal requests. When Trey recommends they try making a cake themselves, they agree, saying that baking would be “way easier” than doing lawn maintenance for the party.

At the end of the vignette, Trey has made a back-up cake to compensate for the culinary horror that is the cake made by the first-years, and he refuses to allow them to touch it without first eating all of their own cake-mistake, in revenge for their speaking down to him about the presumed difficulty and “sameness” of his cakes.

When Leona awakens from his overblot after it is discovered he and Ruggie were behind the events of Book 2, Trey's solution is to allow them to participate in the Spelldrive tournament, as Ruggie had injured Trey's ankle in an earlier chapter and a Spelldrive field is the only location in the school where the free use of magic is not against the rules. This pattern of preferring revenge over forgiveness seems to be characteristic of Trey.

He is also, occasionally, something of a prankster--despite his more mature aura--successfully convincing first Deuce and Ace and then Riddle that oyster sauce is a necessary ingredient of strawberry tarts, just for the fun of it.

Translation: "The red and black base-colors of Heartslabyul are accented by the green of the bedspread and rugs. All are designed in the same clover motif as Trey's last name. As befits Trey, two green hats are visible next to the desk."

He is described by others (and himself) as “ordinary”, with no particular skills. His PE vignette begins with Trey saying that he hopes to “squeak by with a passing grade” and it is all about “nailing that bare minimum” (he says in a homescreen line that he secretly does not enjoy flying), but he then shows extraordinary flying skills to rescue Kalim from a flying carpet mishap, much to the surprise of Vargas who had never before noticed his abilities in nearly three years of being his teacher.

When Vil compliments him on being an “exceptional second-in-command” to Riddle, Trey downplays his abilities as usual, leading Vil to respond, “Those with no appreciation for character would take your modesty at face value. Of course, if that’s the image you want to manufacture for yourself, don’t let me stop you.”

He is also very skilled at alchemy, his best subject. This may have something to do with confectionary often requiring prices measurements and attention paid to the reactions between ingredients, which is similar to the delicacy and precision needed in science.

His talent being “seasonings” insinuates that he, much like Azul, has a very discerning palette, though we learn from Trey that Riddle―the recipient of many of his creations―does not.

He is always humble when complimented by others and downplays his achievements, perhaps to stay out of trouble by remaining as inconspicuous as possible at all times. In the Twisted Wonderland novel, it is specifically mentioned that the true extent of Trey’s unique magic was able to take Riddle by surprise because Riddle had never thought to pay attention to it.

Trey’s family runs a cake shop, and Trey is something of a pâtissier himself. He has a “You’ve got to put love into it” voice line in alchemy classes, but tells Jade that “love has nothing to do with” the cakes and tarts that he makes for his dorm’s Unbirthday parties.

Trey has a younger brother and a younger sister. He is very adept at making meatloaf because of how often they would request it when he still lived at home.

He is very big on oral hygiene and uses different toothbrushes for different parts of his mouth, even teaching his Heartslabyul underclassmen how to best brush their teeth. He expresses sincere delight in learning that Sebek’s father is a dentist and asks to one day be introduced. When Deuce explains that Trey’s “hobby” is brushing his teeth, Sebek responds, “no matter how important it is to him, making it into a hobby is bizarre!”

He is not especially good at or fond of sports, but he is one of the main members on the Heartslabyul spell drive team and used to play soccer when he was younger (because his parents wanted him to start building up the strength needed for candy-making).

In a homescreen voice line, he says he is not particularly flexible. He first discovered candied violets―his favorite food―when he was very young, and says that he was so amazed by the concept of edible flowers that he started trying to eat flowers found along the side of the road, causing much trouble to his parents.

Trey, Riddle and RSA’s Chenya were childhood friends, though Chenya and Trey were only able to meet Riddle to play, in secret, for a short few months as children. Trey invites the two over to his family’s shop for Riddle to taste the first strawberry tart he has ever had in his life, but when Riddle’s mother discovers that they have snuck out during Riddle’s self-study hour she bans Trey and Chenya from the house, locking Riddle’s window (from which he had been escaping) and forbidding them from ever seeing one another again.

The two would not reunite again until Riddle’s enrollment at NRC.

On the JPN-server (and in the manga) Riddle’s mother becomes “ten times angrier than Riddle” and lectures Trey's entire family at their shop “for five hours” while they apologize for Trey’s actions.

This childhood trauma was changed on the ENG-server translation, however, to Trey being lectured for those five hours by his own family.

It can be assumed that this (JPN-server-exclusive) history between the two is why Trey is so lenient with Riddle and his treatment of those around him, which can vary from objectively unfair to unnecessarily violent. Trey’s choosing to his ignore various, underlying issues and focus upon improving Riddle’s mood may have been the catalyst that ultimately led to Riddle’s overblot.

Throughout Book 1 Trey’s decisions are often the rational choice while also serving only as temporary stopgaps to keep trouble at bay, without resolving the actual problem at hand.

In a card vignette Kalim encourages him to speak his mind and not keep his opinions and grievances to himself, but he generally does not. While not malicious, this was likely hurting his relationship with Riddle more than bettering it. Trey did apologize to Riddle for the part he played in Riddle’s overblot, and their relationship seems to have improved since then.

When Epel tells Trey how he has heard how kind and caring he is from Ace and Deuce, Trey assures him, “I’m not a very good guy”.

Trey’s dislike of mustard came from a game he played in his childhood with Chenya, where they would eat cream puffs with a one-in-five chance of one being filled with mustard instead of cream. He selected the mustard-puff, and has hated mustard ever since.

In episode three of the official Disney Games YouTube Show "Good Boy!", hosted by Crewel's voice actor Itou Kento, Ito and Kalim's voice actor Furuta Kazuki discuss the scene in the original Alice in Wonderland animated movie where the queen discover the card soldiers painting her roses.

Here is a quote from Itou: "Those three cards (who were painting white roses red) were the Ace of Clovers, the two of clovers and the three of clovers. When asked why they were painting the roses, the three of clovers blames the two of clovers. Perhaps there is a similarity to the calculating nature of the three of clovers in that scene to Trey’s personality?"

Trey’s unique magic “Paint the Roses” (Pronounced as “Doodle Suit”) enables him to “overwrite” something for a brief period of time.

Due to the way the power was introduced (and thanks to Trey’s downplaying) it seemed at first like it was capable of only overwriting the taste of certain foods to make them taste like other foods, but at the end of Book 1 we learn that it is powerful enough to overwrite―to the point of practically nullifying―magic as strong as Riddle’s in overblot form.

Some great artists for Trey fan-art and more (SFW, no story spoilers) Various Trey

Master Chef Trey and Kalim

Just Trey

Pineapple Pen Trey (animated)

Voice Voice Trey’s voice actor Suzuki Ryota (鈴木崚汰) also provides the voice of Lucius in the game. His past work includes Ishigami Yu from Kaguya-sama: Love Is War, Takamizu Hayato from Hero's Park, Yukimaru from Fena: Pirate Princess, Klaus from Magatsu Wahrheit: Zuerst and Riheet from King's Raid: Successors of the Will.

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warmau · 2 years

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☆: pastry chefs/bakers!au taeyong a little bit of a rivals au, but mostly oblivious pining that stretches for way too long like please just tell each other you're in love. also i dont know anything about baking sweets so...ignore any of my mistakes.. tw: worrying about your career lol, drinking

in your first year of culinary school, you realize cooking is a language full of its own rules and century-old traditions.

cooking is like french, or pashto, or russian

but baking - is a completely different dialect

baking exists in the world of cooking, but it sets its own path that you end up falling in love with

and your once dream of becoming an executive chef at some fancy, flashy restaurant turns into a dream of owning your own bakery

a place unique to the skills you start to hone with a vicious passion that leaves most of the other students around you confused

you find out one of your professors has had a decorated career in pastry making and immediately seek him out to take you as an understudy

and that's when you meet lee taeyong

he's got big eyes like molds full of warm chocolate and stands thin in frame under the white uniforms you all wear

in his front pocket is a wrapper from the milk buns they sell down the street

he's not intimidating at all

but when you get closer to him you smell the familiar scent of sugar and you start to understand why he's there too

"im here to talk to the professor about becoming his apprentice."

you say it because the silence between you two is awkward

also - you want to read him

you want to see what his reaction will be, you wonder if he'll snort at you and tell you to back off, he was here first

but all taeyong does is bat his eyes at you like a baby deer caught in the headlights

"oh. me too."

although you both live in the realm of sweets - you and taeyong are on opposite ends of the spectrum in every way possible

for one, you are excitable and energetic and want to get elbow deep into any ingredient, familiar or foreign

taeyong is reserved and usually sleepy during the early morning classes. he observes and takes every step of his routine with caution.

your fundamentals are the same - cookies, cakes, and bars. these are staples to any baker or patisserie's book

but everything else you and taeyong make couldn't be more different

you always lean into the comfort kind of dessert: brownies, puddings and pies. you can make a doughnut fancy - but why should you? the most important part is that it tastes like a place somewhere you know.

but taeyong is a scientist, a designer, and completely out of your loop.

he pushes forward crème brûlée's, strawberry eclairs, and makes meringue's with his eyes closed.

when you put forward your desserts, one always looks like you could get it at a street fair and the other looks like it's only available for a week at some snotty european bistro

you sometimes don't know what in the world he is even making until it's done

and the first time you learn what cream of tartar is - taeyong looks at you with the same innocence he always has painted on his face - "oh, i use this all the time."

you won't lie - in the beginning you were a bit disheartened by the gap between you two

and it would have been easy to think that just because his ingredients were more expensive and sometimes harder to pronounce that he was the more deserving apprentice

but you managed to crush that thought for all your time at school because sure he could do his own thing and you could do yours

and you could both be great at it

"except, what if you like apply for the same job?"

you ruffle through your sparse choices of outfits for graduation. all of them are not as great as you thought they were when you bought them.

"hmmm, you mean me and taeyong?"

your friend who said they'd come over and help you pick is not doing that at all.

instead, she's sitting cross legged on your bed and looking at one the polaroid's on your wall.

she taps a nail on the one that has you, taeyong, and your shared professor on it

you join her and look at taeyongs small face on the photograph

"i mean i doubt it. he's probably going to go work in paris or milan."

"he has the looks for it, that's for sure."

you purse your lips and turn to look at your friend with disappointment but she just deadpans back

"c'mon, all this time together and you've never thought he was hot?"

you shake your head before you can really register an answer

you look at him and he's got his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. his uniform looks like he's ironed it.

you have what might be sugar on yours, and your hair is a bit of a disheveled mess.

"i guess he's cute."

graduation comes and goes in what seems like a blur - you can officially call yourself a baker now, although you think the journey started for you a while back

the last person who want to share a tearful goodbye with aside from some friends and other graduates is your instructor

you head to where you think you'll find him - only to find taeyong waiting outside of his office just like on your first day together

dressed in a pale blue, tailored suit and with that signature lost look on his face he holds a white box in his hands

"is that a cake?"

you ask for the sake of conversation

"dacquoise."

"ah. i made snickerdoodles."

he hesitates as if he wants to say something, but before he can the door opens and your professor smiles fondly at the both of you

but he turns first to taeyong

"congratulations on the job!"

you blink and feel your mouth dry slightly, "y-you already got a job?"

taeyong's ears go red and you can see him clutch a little at the box he's still holding

"yes, i got an invitation to work with the patisserie at the shilla hotel."

unable to control your expression, your eyes go wide

the shilla hotel - the most expensive hotel in the city?

"i called in a recommendation for taeyong as well, im proud to have a student of mine pushing the boundaries already!"

a recommendation.....he didn't offer me a recommendation...

"really, it's not that gr-"

taeyong's voice drowns out and the world starts to feel like it's rapidly shrinking

"are you going to apply for some manager positions at some of the bakery chains around here?"

your professor asks - taking the cake from taeyong's hands and not hurrying to reach for what you've brought along

manager position? is that what all my work is going to come down to?

you force on a smile and shake your head.

you want to be strong and say with confidence - "im going to forge my own way ahead. im going to be the baker i always dreamed i would be."

but the words are lost and suddenly, you're embarrassed

you're embarrassed to be standing beside taeyong.

to be holding these cookies that just don't compare.

it goes over your professors head, but taeyong tenses and you suddenly make up a reason for having to leave

they both say something to you - something that gets lost in the spiraling, sickening feeling of dreaded realization that is gripping you

we were never on the same level. taeyong was always running a mile ahead of me.

you feel too ashamed to go home and call your family like you had planned, and you are feeling too small to go out onto the big city streets of seoul

so you find yourself at the post graduation party the students of your school have thrown

and you find yourself in front of a bottle

you are not a drinker, and you are not really a party person either - unless you get to mingle and watch people try your desserts. but this is the only thing you can think of doing

i thought we were always going to succeed, the both of us. what’s a roll of homemade bread to a world class five star tart - the worst part is

you draw a circle on the rim of your drink

the worst part is taeyong isn’t even being selfish about it. he probably didn’t even think it was a competition.

someone sits at your table, off in the corner and you look up

just as if he’s sprung from your thoughts - it’s taeyong. and he looks uncomfortable to be in a swarm of so many people.

“don’t come here to pity me.”

you say it with conviction and the confidence of a little bit of drinking

he winces, as if it really stings, but you don’t notice and go back to your own thoughts

taeyong swallows and says something you barely hear over all the noise

“i can’t pity someone who inspires me.”

to be frank, you think you imagine the sentiment

but it’s weird because you can’t decide if you did or if he really said that. why would he? you and him learned side by side together for a long time and you’ve never heard something like that before

you finish your drink and get up without a word

taeyong follows and stutters out what he thinks will make you stop from leaving

“i’ll tell the hotel to consider you instead.”

all it does is make you angry, you scoff in response

“you didn’t hear me did you? i said don’t pity me.”

you turn on your heel, rushing toward the door as the world spins slightly in a blur around you

you manage to make it out of whatever bar you were in, until you trip against the uneven curb of the sidewalk and hear something split under the platform of your shoe

you kick up your left foot and see that the bottom is peeling, broken completely off at the edge

“are you kidding me?”

you try to force it back into place, but it doesn’t work and when you nearly tip over from losing your balance - you put your hand out - only to land on the soft fabric of someone’s shoulders

it’s taeyong and he puts an arm out to support you that you try to swat away weakly

all it does is make you wobble into him even more

when you’re stable, he squats down to look at the damage and his fingers are cool on the skin of your ankle

from the outside - you probably look like a couple

the ever doting boyfriend, worried about their partner. there’s an intimacy between you two that you are both oblivious to

until it hits you from the glances of people who walk by and you pull yourself away

“it’s fine. im going to walk home.”

“do you live close by, i’ll help you.”

you purse your lips - “actually i have to take the subway so if you could just move-”

he doesn’t, instead taeyong mutters that his place is luckily just around the corner and he’ll let you borrow something of his to help you get home in

you refuse - vehemently because you are not trying to look even more embarrassing in front of him than you apparently have been looking all this time

but taeyong doesn’t sound or looks as meek as you remember when he points out that your shoe is falling apart and you aren’t going to be safe in this kind of state when it’s already so late into the evening

somehow - you end up in front of taeyong’s apartment - you watch him punch in the code and furrow your eyebrows

“haha” you start dryly “your code is my birthdate.”

the tips of his ears dust pink but you convince yourself it’s just a weird coincidence

taeyong’s place is as neat and as organized as he is, there is a fish tank that grabs your attention and a bookshelf full of cookbooks

“just let me borrow some slippers and i’ll be gone.”

taeyong disappears into another room and comes out with a pair of fuzzy, clean, nearly brand new looking slippers

he puts them down by your feet

“can i tell you something before you go?”

you want to refuse, but you feel so much of your self worth has leaked out of you in front of him today that you just nod

“i’m serious about being inspired by you.”

his voice is calm and collected

“you taught me how to bake the most delicious bread i’ve ever had in my entire life. how am i not supposed to look up to someone like that?”

you blink back an initial wave of shock that nearly gets you sober

“wh-what are you talking about?”

taeyong doesn’t look up at you so you don’t see his small smile

“two months after we started our apprenticeship - i told you i’d never made bread from scratch before.”

you can sort of remember the time he’s talking about, but the memory isn’t super clear in your mind

for most of your time with taeyong, you always thought you were kind of in a secret race, small moments that he’s talking about seemed to have flown over your head

“instead of just letting me do it myself - you taught me, step by step how to do it. i’d never seen someone do something so easily, like you were born for it. i know it sounds childish to say this but watching you do it felt like watching a movie.”

you can tell taeyong isn’t used to this long of a dialogue and that he’s taking time to choose his words

“i didn’t think anyone could love baking as much as i did - but i felt in that moment that i met my match in you.”

you stand up, far to quickly than you should, and taeyong has to leap up to catch you from stumbling forward

this time you don’t try to pull back right away

you look at him - those big brown eyes that always seemed aloof and far off are concerned and seeping into your own

“is that wh-is that why the code to your door is-”

taeyong’s face turns nearly crimson

“yes, because the day after that day was your birthday and when i asked you how to repay you for the lesson you said-”

“-just make me something sweet for my birthday tomorrow.”

something in the room shifts.

you don’t know what it is, but it’s like the quickening of a pulse

you lean forward, but taeyong stops you gently

“i’m scared you won’t remember if you do that right now.”

you agree, and let taeyong help you sit down.

“i don’t want to be a manager.” you hiccup suddenly and taeyong takes in a breath “i want to own my own store. i want to be my own boss. but taeyong, i don’t think i can do it.”

there’s silence and the weight of adulthood and responsibility weaves itself onto both your shoulders

“i know you can do it. and i want to help if you’d let me.”

the sincerity is almost heart wrenching. you’ve waited to hear those words from everyone, you’ve wanted them from the people you thought should be saying them.

but hearing them from someone who really believes in you - hits in a whole different way.

at some point you put your head on taeyong’s shoulder. the night is spent talking about all the things you haven’t been able to share

even though you spent so much time elbow to elbow in the kitchen

when your eyes close, you feel safe with taeyong and he doesn’t do anything to betray this newly formed bond between you

the morning sun through the blinds hurts your head a little.

you sit up in the white, clean sheets of taeyong’s bed

you’re still wearing all your clothes and your shoes and the pair of slippers he brought out for you are on the side of the bed

when you shuffle into the living room, taeyong is sprawled out on the couch asleep

you try to be quiet as you sit down in front of him on the carpet, studying the architecture of his face

“wake up...” you mumble, but he doesn’t seem to hear

you trace the strong, but somehow inviting lines and says it again a little louder

taeyong shifts in his sleep and his shirt rides up his flat stomach

“there’s something i want to do taeyong, please wake up.”

after a moment of stirring, his eyelashes flutter open and he gets caught between a flustered blush and a smile of happiness that you’re still here

“good mo-”

“can i kiss you now?”

it’s soft, quick, and sweet. somehow taeyong even tastes like sugar. he’s wide awake when you pull back.

“don’t you have a job to get to you?”

you say to break him out of his trance, he fumbles up and off the couch as you follow too

but then he stops in his tracks

“i - i really meant it last night too, that i’d give my recommendation up if you want it ins-”

you put a finger to his lips and taeyong gets the message

“i’ve decided i am going to work toward my goal and you work toward yours. after all, you said i inspire you and taeyong you inspire me too.”

he looks like he’s biting back giddiness

this time you two kiss for real, and you nearly drive taeyong up onto a wall which he’d gladly let you continue doing if it weren’t for the alarm that goes off on his phone that breaks you two apart

you hurry him along and say you’ll make coffee before he has to go

when you open the cabinet, there are two mugs with little cat faces on them

when you pull them out you think,

i’ve learned the language of baking - but now i think i have to learn the language of lee taeyong.

#this is so dramatic for no reason why didnt i just write some corny shit about baking cupcakes together #taeyong au #taeyong scenarios #sfw #nct scenarios #nct au #nct 127 au #nct 127 scenarios #nct imagines #nct 127 imagines #taeyong imagines #drinking/

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quibbs126 · 1 year

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Something I just thought of, and correct me if I’m wrong, but the Tropical Fruit Dragons we see have taken on Cookie form because the areas they inhabit/possibly the world has been getting weaker, and it now takes a lot energy to stay in their dragon forms, only using them sparingly and having to take on these smaller, weaker ones the rest of the time. Or at least that’s what I understand from Pitaya

My question is, we can assume the North and South Dragons from the Dark Cacao Kingdom Are in Dragon form Right now, yeah? I mean, technically nothing tells us one way or the other, but given The Sorrow of Dark Cacao Cookie shows them in dragon form, I have to assume they are (though I suppose it could simply be for visual cues but regardless). What then about the Dark Cacao Kingdom is keeping them so powerful that they can retain these forms?

Maybe I’m overthinking this, I mean I know Dragon’s Valley has dragons in it that keep their normal form, so perhaps it only affects those of a certain power, but also at the same time, these two dragons likely were at a similar power level to Pitaya, given that their fighting was destroying the land, as well as the significance of Dark Cacao stopping their fighting

There’s also the Red Velvet Dragon, but I’m pretty sure that’s a Cake creation, and thus those same rules don’t apply

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #black dragon of the north #white dragon of the south #dark cacao kingdom #dark cacao cookie #pitaya dragon cookie #just something I thought of that I wanted to question #oh wait perhaps the reason could be because this seems to be where Frost Queen resides #Snowfall Village seems to be part of the Dark Cacao Kingdom so I imagine her castle isn’t too far off and in the region #I was going to say that none of the other dragons share an area with an elemental Legendary so you couldn’t prove otherwise #but then I remembered Fire Spirit and Pitaya both live in Dragon’s Valley #so maybe not #but perhaps now that her castle is melting this means that this latent power of the land is waning #and we could see the twin dragons in Cookie form #or at least see them in the game #they seem important at least to the Dark Cacao Kingdom #and we got to see Pitaya who’s important to the Hollyberry Kingdom #I don’t know where I was going with this #I think I just want to see them #questions

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yummy-anthrax · 2 years

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Fem!Y/N Curtis x Dallas Winston PART 3

So, I’m switching to second person instead of first, sorry for any confusion, but I think it’ll be easier for people to apply themselves to the story if it’s second person. Enjoy!!

⚠️warning ⚠️ (swearing)(physical violence)(blood)(mentions of a knife)(mention of a gun)

(GIF not mine)

Not telling your brothers about Dally’s offer was easy enough, considering the rumble later that night was all anyone could talk about.

“After we beat those socs to a pulp, I’m gonna throw a party!” Steve stated, stuffing chocolate cake in his mouth.

“How do you plan on gettin’ the money for that?” Darry asked as he played a card game with you and Soda.

“I’ll find a way..” Steve trailed off as he took another bite of chocolate cake.

Darry checked his watch.

“Hey, if we wanna be there in time for the action, we better get goin,” He said, putting down his cards.

Soda followed suit, slapping his cards on the table and jumping out of his chair, whooping and hollering with Two-Bit and Steve all the way out the door.

Darry got up and walked out the door next to Pony, their conversation muffled the the hollering of the other three.

You sat in the chair for a good minute after they left, hearing their shouts of delight fade into the distance.

Then you jumped up and pulled the string that released the latter up to the attic, where your room was.

You’d think that the attic would be dusty and stuffy, but it wasn’t. Darry had dusted and cleaned and everything so you would be comfortable. Now there was a plain bed, a bedside table, and a dresser squished against the walls.

You didn’t mind the small size, it made it more cozy.

You walked over to the suitcase that had some clothes strewn about it (You had attempted to put things away, but got distracted) and picked out a black tank top and a pair of blue jeans. If you were gonna fight, you needed as much mobility as you could get.

You got dressed and stuffed a package of napkins in your pocket. Then you sighed and zipped open the bottom of your suitcase, revealing your small handgun you had brought with you for your safety. You carefully placed it in it’s case (though the case wasn’t shaped like the gun, so it kind of just looked like a long pouch) and clipped it to your belt, praying you wouldn’t need to use it.

Although, you didn’t know about the no weapons rule the socs had agreed to.

Then, you rushed down the stairs to look out the window and scout for Dally.

It took a little longer than you thought.

You had been pacing for the last 20 minutes because you were sure the rumble had already started and you were missing it!

But then a car honked outside and you pressed your face up against the cold glass window to check that it really was Dally before running outside like someone was chasing you.

“Took you long enough!” You huffed in between struggles breaths for air.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dally said, lighting a cig.

“How’d,” you stopped, taking a deep breath in, “How’d you even get outta the hospital early, anyway?”

“Pony and Two-Bit stopped by earlier,” Dally blew smoke out of his open window, “I had Two-Bit give me his fancy black switchblade and used it to talk the nurse into lettin’ me leave.”

You turned away. Was be dangerous? Oh, for sure. But man, was he hot.

It took maybe five minutes to reach the park that the rumble was scheduled to be at, but when you got there, you saw Darry squaring up a soc.

“Hey!” Dally yelled, sliding out of his seat and opening the car door in one swift move.

Darry turned to look at us and got punched square in the face.

You flinched, but Dally ran ahead as people started throwing eachother around.

“Shit!” You muttered, running to catch up to the rest of them.

You saw Pony struggling, so you tried to run over and help him out, but got punched in the side before you got to him.

You fell to the ground, two socs standing over you.

Dally noticed, but he was busy with another guy.

You swiped your leg at one guy’s ankles as he tried to kick you and sent him crumbling to the ground.

The other stomped on your hand, so you punched him in the crotch, sending him to his knees.

You got up and started kicking some soc on the ground.

Then Darry saw you as he took down a guy trying to get you from behind.

“What the hell are you doing here!” He yelled, choke-holding a guy.

“Helping you!” You shrieked back.

You got punched from the side, sending you flying to the muddy ground.

The guy picked you up by the neckline of your shirt as blood poured from your nose.

“Maybe this’ll teach you to ignore me, bitch.”

It was the guy from this morning. Same freckles, same sweater vest, same arrogant eyes.

He threw you over his shoulders and started running as you screeched and started pounding on his back, flailing as hard as you could.

“HELP!” You screamed, “PLEASE! HELP!” Your voice was grainy from all the screaming you had just done.

You flailed even more, which didn’t help when you went tumbling to the ground, this time paved, when a guy tackled the soc.

You watched as you clutches your chest, trying to catch your breath, as the guy beat the absolute shit out of the soc.

When the guy turned around, you scrambled backwards, scared he might come for you next, until they guy spoke.

“Hey! It’s okay kid, get up off your ass and let’s finish this thing!” Dally said, extending his hand for you to take.

There was blood peeking from the corner of his mouth, and a mix of dry blood and mud streaming from his forehead.

You breathed a sigh of relief and took his hand before getting up.

“I’m surprised you heard me, even more so that you helped.” You said, running alongside him back into the mess.

“Well, there’s no way I would let my only shot at a cutie get taken by some idiot soc.” He said between breaths.

“What?” You asked, looking over at him.

“You heard me,” he said.

He turned to look at you, and winked.

#sodapop curtis #reading #my fic #reader insert #dally x reader #dallas winston #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #johnny cade #the outsiders #x y/n

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pepperf · 1 year

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First ten lines writing meme

Tagged by @starrybouquet - thank you! This one appealed to me - not too much work!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

1. somewhere on the steepest slope (there’s an endless rope):

Cold.

That's the first thing he notices.

He's never been so cold. It's beyond pain and into something purer—it's all-encompassing, and he embraces it, because…this is it, right? An end to it all. And it's a relief. He feels like he's been fighting forever, and he doesn't even remember who he's fighting or why, he just wants to rest…

2. Tell all the Truth but tell it slant:

It's so obvious, he doesn't know why it never occurred to him that Lila would have enemies.

3. Not Romeo, Not Juliet:

Working as a janitor didn't pay well, and vigilantism didn't pay shit, so Diego had a third job as a bouncer-slash-bartender a couple of nights a week, at a club that opened just as Al's gym was closing. It wasn't much, but it kept him in knives and iodine. Anyway, sleep was for losers.

4. Mansion, Apartment, Shack, or House:

When he's thirteen, for reasons that he doesn't fully understand, Diego and his siblings are packed off for a year at the School for Overprivileged Assholes.

Oh, it has a different name, officially. But that's how he always thinks of it, from the moment they arrive and he sees the neat little uniforms, the polished staircases, the list of rules…

It's just like home.

5. like it was written in my soul, from me to you:

It goes something like this:

"I'm going to ask Lila to marry me. Any bright ideas?"

There is an immediate chorus of groans from about 50 percent of his siblings. Five doesn't even look up from his newspaper.

"Don't."

6. Stray Cat Strut:

Anita was at the age where she embraced new experiences with all the fervor of someone who had never met anything like it in her entire life—all two years of it. Diego loved it. Choc'lit!!! was a perennial favorite. Truck!!! had been the Biggest Deal last month, applied to everything from the garbage truck to the pizza delivery bike. But this month…

"Titty!"

Diego grinned at the woman, more proud than embarrassed. "She's struggling with her 'k's. She likes the cat on your bag," he explained.

7. I may be bad (but I’m perfectly good at it):

"And then you lock the cuffs around your ankles, and voilà. You can attach a dildo with a suction cup to the bench and ride that, and have someone's cock in your mouth, and still have room to give a handjob. Great for parties!"

It’s been a long six months.

8. one wave short of a shipwreck:

The bank isn't where it starts, not really. It started a long time ago, maybe even further back than he remembers—but the bank is where it feels like it starts.

9: and they were roommates:

There are many ways to tell someone that you're pregnant. Cakes are, according to the internet, fairly popular, as are piñatas, although she thinks the latter is a little disturbing. You can take out an advert, call a radio station, have the test framed (ew), take them to an important local monument that your friends have draped with banners…

Lila being Lila, though, she chooses to do it this way:

"Diego, I'm pregnant."

Diego—who is, appropriately, scrambling her eggs right now—freezes for a long second. Then he unfreezes and shoots her an unimpressed look. "Har har," he says. "You know that to give someone a pregnancy scare you need to have actually slept with them, right?"

10: The Midnight Laundrette:

"What the actual fuck?"

The moment she'd said it, Lila regretted it.

Lol, I swear no. 7 is not what you think!

No-pressure tagging @lochrannn, @himbohargreeves, @bending-sickle, @nicehatgeorgia, @annerbhp...and anyone else who wants to play!

#long post #writing #tua fanfic #fic by pepper #I'm pleased with the variety there I've gotta say #and by the punchiness of most of them #I like writing a good attention-grabbing opening

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bitegore · 2 years

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I was reminded that i've written like, almost an essay about Motormaster Characterization in the comments of a fic i wrote in class one time and now i'm gonna transfer them to a post so you can all see them.

Obligatory reminder at the start that a) this gets long, and b) this is my own personal take. If it conflicts with yours, great, two cakes, I like reading fics with different interpretations than my own. However, if you vibe with it, buffet rules apply, take whatever you want and however much you want and leave whatever you don't :D free headcanons to a good home or whatever, lol

In regards to Motormaster's approach to authorities, subordinates and equals:

Motormaster literally doesn't know what an "equal" is. If he were anyone else, Scrapper would be approaching him as an equal, but Motormaster has no idea what to make of equals. He has subordinates and he has authorities who must be obeyed, and if one isn't an authority one MUST be a subordinate somehow, or at least treated like one in his head. It's not really his fault that he has no social skills whatsoever, but either he needs to learn them or he needs to get out of the way, pretty much. Scrapper just kind of goes "okay, fuck it, i am your superior by rule of seniority" instead of trying to make friends as equals. Onslaught doesn't have the leave to throw his weight around the same way, so instead Motormaster acts like a dick until some other authority (here, Scrapper) gets in his way about it, but Onslaught is perfectly capable of retaliating as long as Motormaster starts it.

In regards to Motormaster having been "built for leadership" vs having the actual qualities of leadership:

I like the idea that Motormaster may have been "built for leadership" (he is probably the best leader of the bunch just by process of elimination, unfortunately) but he does not have enough emotional maturity or problem-solving skills to actually lead. This guy solves all his problems by hitting them until they go away. You cannot be a leader like that, it does not work, your team will either fracture underneath you and stop working or they will fracture underneath you and decide to get rid of you, no two ways about it.

...Motormaster is so headstrong that he refuses to listen to any ideas he can't pretend are his own or otherwise line up along what he already thinks. Scrapper can threaten him into being polite, but unless he makes politeness into a game to be won that is a prelude to fists and swords and guns (it can be done, but probably not by Scrapper) he cannot convince Motormaster of the value of being polite. He can tell Motormaster that he needs to treat his team better or he'll be ousted, but he can't convince Motormaster of the same unless he can frame it as not only not treason (he Will defend the other Stunticons' honor, after all) but the correct Decepticon response, and something that Megatron would approve of, AND that treating his team with kindness and evenhandedness is not a sign of weakness but a sign of strength, AND!!!! that Mtoromaster will come over stronger not only to his team but also the rest of the faction if he jumps to violence less and trades on words rather than actions. All of which will require a really deft hand, and one Scrapper doesn't feel like wielding at the moment. ... I think that's one lesson Motormaster will have to learn from experience, actually. I can't see anyone meeting him at his level and also being someone he'd deign to listen to in the first place, so instead he'll have to suffer the consequences of his actions in some way or another to decide that he needs a new first response to conflict outside "roll over and seethe internally" and "literally start beating people"

What it really comes down to is that Motormaster lacks almost every tool in a good leader's arsenal. He is a poor communicator, he is recalcitrant, he is stubborn, he takes his failures out on his team, he claims responsibility for his teammates' successes, he is absolutely ignorant of his own flaws, he has no emotional management skills and even worse emotional mediation skills, he does not work with his subordinates but against them, and he sees nothing wrong with this. He's not entirely to blame because he is new, untested and untried and without any of the experience he would need to actually succeed at this, but he's also got no interest in changing, because he thinks he has this shit in the bag and it's only because he was saddled with a defective team full of idiots who don't know how to listen to him that anything ever goes wrong. And, of course, not only does everyone outside the Sunticons know this, but most of the Stunticons do, too :( Motormaster is the only one who thinks he's doing a decent job. The other Stunticons just also don't know how to do anything different either, since none of them have those skills either, and they've never been led by a team leader who does.

Irt the "age" of the Stunticons, something difficult to quantify because they're adult robots who were built very recently and given 0 guidance on how to be functional people:

The stunticons in general are fascinating to me because they have the like, physical and social standing and skills of a young adult (i'd place them around mid-twenties, given they're new to the Decepticons and could be likened to recent college grads) but absolutely zero life experience whatsoever, and the emotional self-management skills of an older child at best. It makes for a really interesting contradiction because they are like. SO ill suited for basically any task that isn't "go in, shoot autobots, get out" and even then they struggle with that because they don't get along well. Given a little bit of time and patience- and probably some external lessons on "being nice", "using your words", and "communicating issues and then solving them together" like the average person irl gets from the ages of 2-15 lmfao- I think they'd all be able to mature into genuinely effective fighters and a genuinely functional team, but first they like. have to not kill each other or get shot for insubordination lmao

Irt Motormaster trying to start a fight with Scrapper, a large part of the fic, but also regarding his approach to interpersonal dynamics in general, just applied narrowly:

Motormaster doesn't have any emotional processing skills, just like the rest of his team. None of them have any life skills at all. Scrapper is just impossible to rile unless he wants to be riled, and since MM has no way to escalate the situation that wouldn't put him objectively in the wrong (he cannot start hitting people here! they're of the same rank as him and both have seniority, though onslaught's position is significantly more tenuous than Scrapper's, so it's against the rules) so instead he just has to chill the fuck out or leave, which would be retreating, which would be losing. So he can't do that either. Someone help this poor truck, he can't start a fight without getting in trouble :(( his life is so hard :((((

and, finally, in the eternal and hilarious words of my friend @megatronismegagone who summed this all up better than i ever could (because I have to write whole fics to say what others can manage in a few sentences, of course)

his self awareness is at negative 1000 and his dicks bigger than his brain. hes such a fucking dude. oh my god. onslaught needs to kick the shit out of him a few times. actually no he needs someone to dunk him in the ocean and shake him dry every time he does or says some bullshit. his socialization is lower than his self awareness somehow

#motormaster #my meta #i dont think ive ever used that tag before #this is just how i write him. i think it's pretty good #i have a lot of sympathy for this abusive asshole of a truck but at the same time like. he sure sucks #guy who fucks up everyone else's life until someone kills him at age 11 because he sucks so much

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