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#dude I had SO much fun working on this I gotta tell ya
bigwishes · 6 months
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Pretty Boy's Mistake
Kye was you average university athlete, mainly there to get a degree a generic sports degree to get a job as a personal trainer in the high end gyms, he rarely went to his lecture but always got outstanding grades. It wasn't that he wasn't passionate about sports or health, in fact he had taught himself pretty much everything the university had to offer before he had even gotten there. He was only there for a piece of paper. He spent most of his time in the gym, lifting weights whilst also training some guys on the side for some cash in hand work but he always made sure to put his own workouts first. His body was almost perfect and he loved every inch of it.
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Although he wished he could be bigger. He saw some of the guys in the gym, how their tank tops looked like they could burst at any moment. One time he even saw a guys tank split because of an insane chest pump. He loved huge guys, wanted to be fucking huge like them. He would picture his gym crush and how his entire car would bounce and wobble when he squeezed his massive frame inside, he wanted a guy like that in his bed, he wanted to be bigger than that but a body like that would probably take him another 15 years to build and he wanted to enjoy and flaunt that size before he left uni.
Kye was in the gym when he saw a huge lumbering giant walk in. The man looked like a superhero right out of a comic and something possessed Kye out of no where. He followed the huge meathead to the locker room.
Kye stood there seeing the giant block almost all the lockers on a wall his back was so wide and Kye got nervous, a lump formed in his throat and he spat out what he had to say.
"so...how do I get as big as you bro"
the massive dude turned around looking around the locker room checking to see if he was talking to someone else, he let out a thunderous chuckle.
"you talkin to me pretty boy?"
Kye grew red in the face "y-yeah man, look I been lifting for a few years and I really wanna get fucking huge like you man"
"aaa just keep at it guy, youll be massive like mean real soon"
"how old are you?"
"Im 22 bro"
"22!" Kye yelled "bro im almost 23 how the fuck you get so big man, you gotta tell me your secret"
"hmmm, look, you're kinda cute bro so, I'll let you in on a little secret, for a trade of course"
"Anything man, anything, Ive tried everything I know with diet and routine and I'm just not swelling up like other guys are"
"I'll give you my secret if you tell me why you wanna be so big, annnnd, for a date" the large man raise his eyebrow and walked closer to Kye.
Kye's heart started pounded as he imagined what it'd be like to have his skull crushed by the giant bodybuilder's monstrous thighs
"o-okay, ummm, phew, is it hot in here?" kye tripped and stumbled over his words like it was his first time ever talking to a guy.
"so, why you wanna be big pretty boy?"
Suddenly the man had is arms leaning on the doorframe behind Kye forming an arch over him looking down at him.
"eer, well, I-I like size and, I like guys with size and I wanna be big y-ya know" Kye tried to avoid eye contact as the massive brute leaned in
"So you like big guys hey? why don't you keep your lil jock bod, let a mountain like myself have fun with you"
"Because I ain't no bodies bottom bitch, believe me man, if I was as big as you, I'd of already throw you against the wall and you'd be beggin for it"
The massive meat head in front of him bit his lip
"so you promise, once you're as big as me you'll be tossing me around?"
Kye smirked trying to keep up the confident façade
"yeah bro, but gotta warn you, I'm already a catch, once guys see me with arms tearing out of my shirt and my huge muscled fat ass squeezed into tight gym shorts you'll probably have some competition"
"oh I like a cocky meathead"
the man turned around walking back to his gym bag pulling out a small vial of orange fluid, he handed it to kye
"I'm Jason by the way"
"What is this?"
"My secret mixture, drink it man, it'll make you real big...and give you that fat juicy ass you want"
Kye instantly downed the drink and gave Jason a wink.
"Alright, Im gonna go workout man"
"See you tomorrow pretty boy" Jason laughed as Kye walked out.
Kye was stepping into his car, having to stop to catch his breath, he worked harder than he ever had. He knew the vitamin shot he was given wasn't going to do anything but it was at least energising. Kye felt a strange tingling, as the veins on his pelvis swelled with blood pumping downwards. Kye gritted his teeth feeling like he was about to get hard and suddenly he watched as his package swelled and doubled in size in his pants.
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Kye jumped in his car feeling his thighs and arms swell. Like his pump was subsiding but his muscles weren't shrinking down to normal size.
He drove home, gritting his teeth and occasionally grunting the entire way.
Kye stepping of of his car feeling his shirt tight around his chest and arms. He let out a tired sigh feeling strange and walked inside. Kye saw himself in the mirror, his shirt tightly pulled across body. He pulled off his shirt seeing his abs slightly stretched out, rubbing his stomach watches his package swell again.
UUUUUGGGGhhhhhh He groaned.
"W-what the fuck is going on"
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Kye watches as his bulge swelled outwards in his pants straining against the fabric, as his stomach swelled outwards with it.
"W-WHAT THE FUCK MY, MY ABS"
Kye grabbed his stomach feeling it strain
UUUUUUUGGGGHHHH-UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP
Kye let out a painful groan that turned into a belch as tears started to form in his eyes, his perfect 6 pack was gone swelled out like he had been bulking all year round.
Kye couldn't hold back the belches escaping his mouth and with each on his body changed. His arms swelled bigger, his thighs swells bigger.
He watched helplessly in the mirror unable to stop the changes, no matter how hard he pushed his stomach trying to get it to shrink the only thing he managed to do was push out another belch. Kye mercilessly began scratching at his jaw and neck feeling an annoying itch take over. He was too busy watching as his body swelled up to notice the changes in his face. Kye finally looked up from his bloated stomach to see himself, hairy, big and bulky.
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"WHAT THE FUCK, I" Kye pinched the side of his waist in disbelief
BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPP
Kye's massive meaty hand felt is muscled gut vibrate as he belched. Feeling a surge of change again, but he didn't see himself get any bigger in the mirror, he heard a slight ripping noise and looked around. Turning to the side he saw the fabric of his gym shorts tight, torn and ripped over his massive muscular ass. His face turned bright red.
"Oh god..I'm...uuggh I'm like a fat bear"
Kye's stomach grumbled and he made his way to the kitchen poking and patting his gut hoping by some mirecal it would shrink and turn back into a six pack.
Kye sat in the gym locker room trying to hide his new burly body under bagging clothing. Embarrassed and hoping Jason would walk in at any moment. After about an hour Jason walked in.
"H-Hey Jason"
"Oh hey Pretty Boy, hows it feel bein big"
"I" Kye couldn't even finish his sentence before letting out a monstrous belch
"I didn't ask for this"
"yeah you did bro, you wanted to be big"
"AND NOW LOOK AT THIS, WHERE ARE MY ABS IM TUBBY" Kye lifted his shirt and poked at the muscled slab
"Man you aint tubby, you bulky, thick muscle"
"But I wanted my abs bro, I wanted to look like some pro bodybuilder not like some kinda burping werewolf"
Kye rubbed his gut cocking his mouth open belching causing Jason to laugh. Kye's face turned bright red
"Dude stop laughing and fucking do something, uuuggghhh"
"alright bro, quit the complaining I might have something for you"
"Anything is better than this man"
Jason handed Kye a vial filled with bright pink liquid
UUUURpp "so, this'll fix me?"
"Oh man, it'll give you the perfect body"
Kye looked at it suspiciously feeling the concrete wall he had for a stomach. He closed his eyes and downed, a few moments passed and Kye didn't feel much different, when suddenly the familiar sensation rose up from his gut to his throat.
UUUUUHHGG-UUUUUURRRRRPPPP
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Kye's eyes widen and his face turned white
"WHA-UUUUUURRRPPPP DID-UUUUURRRRRRPP YOU GIV- UUUURRRPP ME?!"
Kye tried to speak more but he struggled to form a full sentence from his constant belching
"Looking good man" Jason laughed
Kye, felt is rock hard bloated gut and heard the sound of tearing fabric as his muscles bulged out of his shit, soon he was left standing there in the gym locker room in nothing but his underwear.
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Kye looked at himself in the mirror disappointed by his huge muscle gut, he cocked his mouth open and belched.
Jason let out a booming laugh "bro you look like you take roids and smash 6 protein shakes hourly"
"bro why'd you do this" Kye sheepishly asked
"because you wanted to me big"
"then why not make me like you, why give me this huge gu-UUUUURRP"
"Coz you were cocky, and I find it hot when cocky guys get taken down a peg"
"oh" kye smiled "so now you've gotten you kick I can go back right?"
"nah, you were a pretty boy jock, now you can enjoy being a bulky cunt"
Kye went to walk away from the mirror, hearing his underwear start to rip around is massive muscled ass. That'll teach him to take stuff from strangers in the locker room.
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macsimagines · 6 months
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Hello again dearest! I hope you’ve been doing well and that life has been treating you kindly ♡
With my second and third Uni midterms looming over me, I would like to request Yan! Izana, Ran, & Shin with a foreign darling~ One who is an international university student in Japan on a student visa
And if it’s not too long, I’d like a follow up of their darling taking them to visit their home country for the holidays since the Yan’s can’t bear to be apart from their darling especially when they would be overseas alone without them ♡♡
I've actually had foreign japanese students at my old school and uni though we weren't' close wish i couldve interacted more and maybe learned something from them hah
TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, BABY TRAPPING, SCUM BAG BEHAVIOR
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Yandere! Izana Kurokawa
He was attracted to you right away, not even romantically or physically, just having been of mixed decent and then seeing someone who might relate to his own experiences interested him.
Became very romantically interested after a few interactions however, you had such a fresh perspective as a foreigner and some of the things he's had to live through seemed to resonate with you.
"Your step-mom was straightup evil. No kid should have to go through that, and I hope your kingdom is as beautiful as you make it out to be."
Hooked for life right away. And also distraught at the thought of you leaving, would constantly try to convince you to get a citizenship and just live here forever with him.
"Why even go back if I'm here?" Is one thousand percent serious, you've become such a huge part of his entire being so it must be the same for you right?
When you convince him to come with you on holiday home to meet your family though, something changes. You don't have to stay in Japan, you just have to stay with him.
As long as you're together than everything will work out. It wasn't like you could so much as leave his place without him being glued to your hip, good luck getting out of the country without him tagging along.
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Yandere! Ran Haitani
He is sooo enamored by you. Fetishizing people because of their race is so goddamn gross but the fact that you're foreign definitely is what attracts him to you to begin with.
Ran is so toxic with it to. Calls you exotic like its some kind of compliment, tells you you're accent is soooo cute when you're doing your best to sound natural, makes fun of you for every mispronunciation.
But you don't know anyone in Japan and he's 6'1 so you put up with it. He's just so tall and pretty and he knows all the best spots in roppongi so of course you choose to suck it up.
Afterall, its not like it's forever. He's just your heavy and hot fling that you can go home and brag to your friends about, right? Wrong. He's sprung bitch and you're stuck with him.
"Hey, when are we going to your neck of the woods for this holiday?" "...We?" "Ya, I gotta pack and get my ticket soon, right?"
Hope you're ready to disappoint your folks now that you're bringing home this freak show. Don't forget his dream is to become a foreign celebrity so he wants to experience it all when he visits with you.
"Man, this trip is so much fun. I can't wait for next year."
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Yandere!Shinichiro Sano
Worships you. He can't spit game for shit, but thankfully you don't understand him too well to begin with. It's a match made in heaven!
He doesn't make fun of you when you get your words wrong or fumble a sentence, but he does think its so cute. Shinichiro doesn't try to infantilize you but it does come off like that.
God the fact that you want him and you stick with him even though he's such a dork makes him love you so much, he doesn't even think he deserves you.
Hates it when you go home the first time. He can't even talk to you on the phone because of service issues, and trust me this dude was ready to take out loans for collect call just to hear your voice.
Bombards you with all kinds of questions like "Who did you see? Who were you with? Are you going back!?"
So my big headcanon is that he's a baby trapper. So when you talk about going next season he's already trying to figure out how knock you up.
Ends up fucking you with busted condoms (he poked holes) a few weeks before your trip because he needed to give you a VERY good reason to come back.
Just tells you "It's cause I'm going to miss you so much baby, I gotta get as much of you as I can. :)"
You end up surprising him with a ticket for him to come with you. He honestly could cry tears of joy, but he'll save it for when you discover his own little surprise.
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idesofrevolution · 1 year
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A Day at the Track
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Damn that smile. That adorable, sexy smile. One flash of it and I was hooked. I never knew what that innocent little smirk would have in store for me. Not that I didn’t enjoy every last minute of what came after. It would change me forever. Quite literally.
I’ll be the first to say that I wasn’t ever interested in motocross. But when opportunity knocks, you take the first chance you can get. So when I was offered a summer gig working at the track, I sniped it as quick as I could. It was just something until I could get a decent job, anyway. The track was loud, beat up, filled with white trash people and mosh pits. It was not my type of crowd, but it paid well at 11.50/hr. All I had to do was pretty much do whatever the rider asked me to do. I had worked there for three months, and worked with 15 riders before I was offered a job as the office manager at a tax place downtown. No more shitty racetrack job.
I put in my notice, and went to what I thought would be my last rider. That’s when I met Cash. That’s right, the Cash Rockford. As in the 6-time champion motocross rider. He was 22 years old, cocky as all hell, and plowed everything in sight; even the competition. It didn’t take me long to realize just how cocky Cash was, all I had to do was walk into his tent.
He was nowhere to be seen, but that didn’t mean I didn’t see him. Posters of himself were plastered all over the canvas walls. A stack of autographed pictures sat on a table, next to all six of his top prize awards. Hawkstone. Hangtown. The biggest and most dangerous competitions in the Motocross world. As I looked around the empty tent, two white gloved hands covered my mouth and wrapped around my stomach.
“Guess who?” I felt hot breath on the back of my neck, sending goosebumps all down my spine. I pulled free, and spun around to see Cash, alive and looking rather beaten up after his first race, which I imagine he won. Fuck he was cute, I knew he was a complete asshat, but the sight of him sure made me stir a bit. “Whassup, brother?” He walked past me, tossing his helmet to the side, and laying down on his cot.
“Sorry I missed your first race, did you find everything okay?” I offered him a water bottle, which he gladly took, downing it in one try. He tossed the bottle to the side, and let out a huge belch.
“Yeah, man. Kind of a smaller tent than I’m used to.” He shifted a bit, before patting the seat next to him. “Here, sit down bro.” None of the other riders had ever extended an offer to sit down. It was unusual, but i didn’t want him to give grief to my boss. I’d hear about it, and I really wanted to keep him as a reference, so I obliged and sat down on the cot. The minute my butt touched the fabric, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to a laying position right beside him. “Dude, relax. Take a load off.” I was uncomfortable, but secretly turned on by how aggressive he was. This guy knew exactly what he wanted, and made it happen. “So, listen. I know you’ve heard of me, so, yeah. It’s all good, I’ll give you an autograph or whatever. But gimme a second, I just gotta lay around for a minute.” He put his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, probably waiting for me to praise and worship him.
“I don’t actually know you. I don’t watch motocross.” He shot up and raised an eyebrow at me, clearly intrigued.
“Really? This is a first. You never got interested in the thrill of the bike?” I shook my head. “Never wanted to wear the helmet and leathers? Never wanted to get all the redneck babes you could handle? Never wanted to make shit tons of money for riding on pure adrenaline?” Well, when he put it that way, it did sound rather interesting. I guess it could be pretty fun. I didn’t have much time to reflect, though, before he pinned me down, and straddled me with a playful grin on that adorable cocky face. “Tell ya what, I’ll give ya a taste. If you like it, we can ride together. I need a partner for the sidecar race anyway.” I could do nothing but nod, completely taken in by the situation at hand.
Cash grabbed my throat, lightly choking me, and came real close to me. I felt that hot breath again, now on my ear, before he bit at the lobe ever so slightly. It was then that I began to smell his scent. He doused himself in Old Spice, that really good smelling island type, and beneath it all was the intense, sweaty musk that comes out of a hard race in the summer heat. He smelled like no one I’d ever encountered. It was intoxicating. He let go of my neck only to rip off his white gloves, and unzip his leathers. His body glistened with sweat, beads trailing down his smooth, lean body. He kicked his boots off, and straddled me with only his black underwear on.
“C’mon boy. I know you like it.” He ripped my shirt from my body, as I kicked off my pants. He began to lean in, and went straight for the kill. I felt his wet, sticky skin touch mine, and his silky lips locked with mine. Grinding his damp briefs against my raging boner, and literally sucking my tongue out of my mouth, precum began to seep out of my stretched boxers.
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We made out for what felt like hours, before I felt completely covered in his sexy, musky sweat. He may have had the Old Spice to cover up the smell, but I had nothing of the kind. I smelled like a wet dog, I’m sure, but I loved every minute of it. He suddenly broke our session, and sat up straight. He slowly slid off his boxers, revealing his hard, uncut cock. He grasped it and ran his tip over the sweaty appendage.
“Hey, I always had this thing for guys putting my gear on…” He leaned over and grabbed his helmet, and handed it to me. “Put it on, babe.” I did as I was ordered, and placed the helmet onto my head. I thought he smelled, but I hadn’t tried on his helmet. It stunk to high hell of sweat. It was 91 degrees out that day, so it was sopping wet with his perspiration. “Yeah, that’s so hot, babe.” He began to rub his bubble butt against my throbbing member, while his fingers twisted my nipples. He was a damn good fuck… “Put the suit on.” He ordered, and I obliged.
He rolled off me for the time being, but began to run his hands down my treasure trail, before slipping under my waistband. I gasped as I felt his slick hands touch my cock, sliding up and down beneath my pre-soaked briefs. I grabbed the suit, and as smoothly as I could, slid my feet into the legs. The heavy, wet fabric stuck to my skin as my feet and legs slid into it, before my feet poked out the ends. I pulled up the suit and slipped my arms into the sleeves, coating them in a thick smear of slimy sweat.
“Oh fuck yeah, babe. That’s so fuckin hot. You like wearing my sweaty, stinky leathers?” I nodded, gasping and moaning from his hands pumping my delicate cock. “You like how leathers feel, don’t ya?” I nodded again, inhaling a deep whiff of the musky helmet. He grabbed his boots from the floor, and slid them on my bare feet. They were still hot, damp from his rank, dirty feet. “Yeah, you like that. You like feelin’ like this.” I felt surges of energy throughout me, like I drank four energy drinks and an espresso. I was ravenous, and every passing moment I got more ravenous. He slid my underwear off from inside the unzipped suit, and began sucking. I instinctively picked up the gloves from beside me and slipped them on, my hands feeling every ounce of his fluids and essence coating me.
To the outside world, I looked like Cash Rockford. A guy in bike leathers getting his cock sucked by some hot person. I began to feel like Cash Rockford, with confidence and cockiness swelling up inside me. I grasped the back of his head and began to thrust it down, spearing it on my engorged cock. I began to think like Cash Rockford, enjoying the rush of adrenaline, enjoying the pleasure of my wet dick in a mouth. I loved it. I loved all of it. I thought of riding my bike up the steep jumps and curved banks. Feeling the sweat pour down my brow as the sun bears down on my airborne body.
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The pleasure of this revelation became too much, and I shot the biggest load of my life down Cash’s throat. I howled like a wolf, deep and guttural, the sound ringing in my head. Cash looked up at me, and gasped for breath before zipping the suit up, and straddling me once more.
“There, babe. You don’t have to dream it anymore. Just do it.” He ripped the helmet from me, revealing my new sexy face. My chiseled jawline, low brows, and plump lips were enough to make any woman or man jizz upon sight. He ran his hands down my thick, muscled body, hidden under his dirt-stained leathers. I smirked and grabbed his cum-covered face and dragged it into a kiss, thankful for my new life.
These days I spend most of my time with him on the road. We compete in sidecar competitions, and even against eachother every once in a while. He may not admit it, but I’m gettin’ to be just as good as he is. I love the bike. I love the thrill. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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babydollmarauders · 1 year
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MEDIA MANAGEMENT— JACK HUGHES (PART NINE)
1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 5.5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9
notes: i’m finally up to the games that i attended! pictures 5 and 9 were taken by me at this game! fun fact: dawson and the equipment guy actually posed for that pic for me after his hat trick <3
y/ndevils00
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y/ndevils00 hey! hi! how are ya?! i’m great thanks for asking because MY BEST FRIEND GOT HIS VERY FIRST HAT TRICK!!
let me preface tonight’s recap post by saying that i’m aware that there were 3 goal scorers in tonights 5-1 win against the penguins, and i’m proud of dougie, timo, and ALL of the guys for their hard work tonight. however, tonight’s recap is slightly different because it’s focused mainly on my very own best friend!
my puppy, my sun, the godfather to my child, best friend number 1, my favorite person in the world (jack look away), dawson mercer. you got your first career hat trick and i could not be more proud of you! i’m so glad i was healed from my debilitating illness (i had a cold) and was able to witness it in person! i’m not saying i’m your lucky charm but… slap me in green and call me a leprechaun! 🍀
i’m so happy for you, dawson! i love you so very much! here’s to this being the first of very many!
p.s. it would not be a y/n postgame post if i didn’t have a couple pics of my favorite ipad kid snuck in there <3 you did great tonight, my beautiful princess!
tagged dawson1417 and jackhughes
dawson1417 thank you best friend number 3! i’m glad you were there to see me hit this milestone! here’s to many more! love you so very much! ❤️
y/ndevils00 you are actually my very favorite person in this entire world! i’m so insanely over the moon for you right now! drinks?
dawson1417 drinks!
user68 wait i always thought the “best friend number 1 and 2” was just y/n being silly about dawson and marino, but they actually have assigned numbers?! 🥹 that’s so cute!
jackhughes so happy for you merc! @/dawson1417
dawson1417 thanks hughesy! ‘preciate it!
y/ndevils00 my two favorite people 🥹 where’s my other?!
trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 right here!
y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras k well we all know i wasn’t talking about u, lucifer’s favorite child
john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 i’m scared to ask but is it me?
y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 THERE HE IS! all 3 of my people <3
jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 you’re being lovey to marino… how much did you drink tonight babe?
y/ndevils00 oh so much
john.marino97 @/dawson1417 so proud of you man!
dawson1417 thanks bro!
y/ndevils00 my boys 🥹
john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 you’re weirding me out now. stop being nice. it’s unnatural
y/ndevils00 alright ur done. ur booted down with trevor
trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 what did i ever do to you?!
y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras exist.
jackhughes babe, you gotta stop referring to our cat as your child. you’re gonna make people think we actually have a kid
y/ndevils00 we literally do?? lil satan IS our child
jackhughes she’s a cat.
y/ndevils00 @/nicohischier you’ve gained a child and a y/n. congratulations!
nicohischier yay! i’ve always wanted those!
jackhughes @/nicohischier stay away from MY y/n!
trevorzegras i don’t go here but congrats dude!
dawson1417 thanks dude!
y/ndevils00 stay away from my best friend, demon!
trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 doesn’t feel too good does it?! stay away from jimbo!
y/ndevils00 too late! we already have a snap streak!
trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale tell me it isn’t so!
jamie.drysdale do you want the truth or a lie?
nicohischier congratulations merc! ❤️
dawson1417 thank you cap!
jesperbratt did you take that last picture through the glass?
y/ndevils00 yes. but i think you forgot something….
jesperbratt congrats @/dawson1417 !
dawson1417 thanks bratter!
y/ndevils00 much better
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reallyromealone · 2 years
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Hi hello Rome! How are you?
Can I ask for Bonten dads with this "perfect" son, son is like a straight A, Gifted and Talented kid, with good personality. But son just feels like shit most of the time and beats himself up over any mistake.
One day son has a rough day and someone in Bonten starts giving him shit for just wanting to have a break, and son has a breakdown and Bonten dads comfort him.
I just need some father comfort. Thanks bro.
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Of course dude I got you
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Being the son of the most influential men in japan wasn't easy by any means due to their careers but (name) could deal with that...the real pressure came from his peers.
Everyone had expectations from him, he was the only child of Bonten so they had assumptions of him and he often had to prove himself every time to be perfect which lead to a complex with perfection.
Because of this he forced himself to be perfect at everything no matter what.
His grades? Perfect
His extra curricular activities? Perfect
He missed a word that was mispelt in his essay in English, the red circle from the teachers pen circling it and two points taken off, lowering his grade slightly and fucking up his grade point average even just slightly.
Instead of a perfect grade point average be was now at 98%.
This was just the tip of the iceberg.
Throughout the day, tiny things built up.
The reed on his sax broke and he didn't have a spare left.
A classmate spilt a drink over him by accident.
He forgot an assignment at home.
Basically everything was going wrong and he couldn't take it anymore.
When he came home Mochi made a comment about forgetting to make his bed and (name) just lost it, a heartbreaking sob escaping his throat as he felt himself breakdown and his dad's immediately began panicking as (name) pulled at his hair and crouched down.
"Shit kid, why are ya crying?! It's not a big deal bud" Takeomi said to the teenager as they began checking him over and soothing him.
It took an hour to calm (name) down before he eventually told them what was going on "I'm sorry.. I-ill do better..."
"Oh (name) we don't give a shit about that, we just want our kid to be alright"
And at that (name) cried again, sinking into kakuchos arms as the men looked amongst themselves "I'm just so tired..."
"You don't have school tomorrow right?" Ran asked his son who nodded "then let's go do something fun, you don't gotta think at all we will plan it"
"Aren't you guys busy?"
"Never busy for you brat"
"Ok..."
They ended up taking him to a Bonten owned junk yard, safety goggles and baseball bats "alright, tell us what is bothering you then hit the car as if it were the thing annoying you" Koko said, them all in casual clothing as (name) nodded "I'm really annoyed that... I got a bad grade" and then smashed the cars rear view mirror as his dad's cheered him on "come on you got more in ya!" Sanzu egged on and (name) nodded "I'm really annoyed that my peers demand more from me and have unreasonable expectations" and smashed the drivers window.
"I HATE THAT I FEEL LIKE IM DROWNING IN SCHOOL WORK AND I CANT HAVE A MOMENT TO BREATHE WITHOUT SOME GOD FORSAKEN CLASSMATE DEMANDING MY ATTENTION" and began wailing on the car as his dad's cheered him on "this is fun! I'm gonna smash more shit!"
They ended up smashing stuff all morning, leaving to go get a nice lunch and the Bonten dad's watched their son relax a bit more and actually smile.
They realized they hadn't seen him look so happy in a minute, hearts squeezing at the realization and made a new rule.
Once a week they went out and did stuff as a family, unwind.
It wasn't much but it would at least make (name) feel better as Ran would be teaching his son proper self care that night.
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pucksalotguys · 1 year
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Maybe, Forever
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It’s a just before the trade deadline and Sidney wants nothing more than for things to stay the same. He knows the team has what it takes to get to the playoffs and win but that all come to a stop when they trade for the one player he can’t stand and who’s gotten compared to him one too many times. What he doesn’t expect is to meet his wife who’s more similar to him than he’d ever believe. She’s close, too close and he knows if he crosses that line with her there’s no going back.....
(this is chapter 1 of my new fic, I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think ! It’s starting slow but be warned as chapters go on it will cover some topics such as verbal and emotional abuse and...cheating)
*the player mentioned is purely fictional and made up for this fic
Sidney shook his head as read the report on his phone “This can’t be happening, him ? We’re losing Kappy, McGinn and Friedman for that guy ?” “I know he’s a mess but man the guy is a beast, he’s what we need man” Kris said “Be honest, you’re annoyed he gets compared to you” “I am not” Sidney assured “Let me tell you, when I was 25 I wasn’t as arrogant as he is now. Lucas Russo is a jerk, that I can guarantee but we’ll make it and we’ll welcome him here and take things step by step” “He’s got the stats to back it up” Kris shrugged “Basically has done everything you’ve done in less time. He’s got the cups, he’s got the gold medals, he’s got the recognition. I think we gotta embrace this, with him here now we can win another” If there was one thing he hated, it was when his teammates were right. Sure he had heard rumblings that Lucas was an entitled asshole but at some point all players were, especially if they were good. Part of Sidney knew this would be a push for himself, he’d feel the pressure of having someone new on the team “I just don’t want issues, he played with colorado last season and from what Nate told me he’s an issue. He wasn’t well liked, I don’t want drama in here” “Oh come on” Kris chuckled “You haven’t even met him and you’re taking Nate’s word, the guy who never likes having fun ? Keep all opinions out of your head until you meet him, which by the way is in like an hour. I heard he got here a few days ago already so he can make it today”
"Maybe I should stay then," Sidney shrugged.He chose to hangout for the time being, signing memorabilia and chatting with some of the staff. As he walked back to the locker room, he could tell someone had arrived because certain conversations became a bit more loud and the one voice was instantly recognizable 
“Well well, it’s been a while since we last saw each other” Lucas grinned “How ya doing Sid ? Holding up well ?”
Sidney gave a forced grin and shook his hand “Nice to see you too Lucas, welcome to the team” “It’s weird how life works huh ?” he chuckled “You know I’ve gotten compared to you since I was a kid, and now here are except you’re not what ? 36 ?” “35” Sidney corrected him “Typically we’d set up a dinner for new guys but we have a game tomorrow so maybe a bit down the road”
“I know half the dudes here” Lucas shrugged “I wanna get a skate in anyways, put in a good word for me so I can start tomorrow” he gave Sidney’s shoulder a hard pat as he walked away 
"Asshole," Geno grumbled, "I don't like."
"I dislike him as well, but it is what it is." Sidney sighed, "I'm going out, I need to stop by the store and get some stuff before we leave this week"
"Get an assistant to do it," Kris suggested "Less of a drag"
"I'd rather do it myself since they always forget things. I'll see you all again tomorrow "
He enjoyed running his own errands; there weren't many days when he could, so he took advantage of the opportunity. He was glad that most people respected him when he was out; it was less pictures and autographs these days and more conversations, which he much preferred.
Being alone in a grocery store reminded him of how many times he wished for privacy all those years ago. It's everything he wanted, except he always assumed by this age he'd have a wife and a couple of kids; he never imagined he'd be single at 35.
He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he didn't realize he had collided with another cart until he heard the crash.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," he said as he bent down to pick up some items from the cart that had fallen
“I wasn't even aware of it " she laughed nervously "I wasn’t looking where I was going at all, you’re fine”
When he heard her laugh, Sidney lifted his head and smiled softly "It's these little health stores, cost a fortune yet two carts can't cross each other in the same aisle"
“I guess you could say that’s true” she chuckled “Well sorry again, have a good day” “You too” Sidney grinned as he watched her leave
He finished his shopping and went next door to grab some of his meal prep, grinning to himself as he found her again scowering the the flower shop that was in the same plaza. From afar he could admire her a bit more.
Her hair was brown and long past her shoulders, but the other thing he noticed was her smile. Even from a distance, he could see the joy on her face when she found the bouquet she wanted the most.
Sidney decided to walk over and formally introduce himself, having gained some confidence in himself
“Hey again, find the flowers you wanted ?” he asked “Oh hey” she grinned “And I did, Daisy’s” He gave a smile and offered his hand after some silence between them “I’m Sidney, it’s nice to meet you” “It’s nice to meet you too, I’m Mia” she grinned “I mean I know who you are but I didn’t wanna say that you know ? That’d be weird” Sidney chuckled “I appreciate that, I hope this isn’t too forward or anything but given the circumstances and how this is the second time I see you….I take things as a sign” “A sign ?” Mia asked “Of ?” “You wanna grab coffee or something this week ?” he asked “There’s a really good coffee shop just a few doors down”
“Oh” Mia said softly “That’s really sweet of you but I can’t you see I’m kind of seeing someone already” she raised her left hand with a wedding ring
“Wow this is really embarrassing, I’m so sorry” Sidney blushed as he laughed “Wow I haven’t messed up this big in a while” “It’s okay” she assured “Seriously all good, if anything I’m flattered truly. I’ve been married for 4 years almost so this truly is a boost of confidence” Mia teased “Well damn” Sidney chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck “Uh I don’t really know what else to say so I guess I’ll let you be” “I’ll see you around” Mia grinned “Yeah see you” Sidney said back as he walked away and got in his car. He drove to his house feeling somewhat embarrassed and hopeful he’d see her again
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Sidney arrived at the arena early the next day for the game, settled into his usual routine, and couldn't help but notice Lucas in the stall across from his.
"Hey," he said, nodding.
"Hey Sid" Lucas smirked "Ready for tonight ? This should be a good one."
"I am always," Sidney replied.
"I understand you don't like me." Lucas stated "But, listen, let's put the past behind us. I mean, I'm older now, and I'm not an asshole like some people claim. I've matured"
Sidney sighed and looked at him as he put down his stick "Lucas, you're 25 years old and know nothing. All I ask is that you be a good teammate and not to cause problems. That's what matters to me, no one here is your competition"
"I want the slate wiped clean; I know people want to pit us against each other, but there's no comparison." Lucas made a shaky motion with his head "There is no comparison between Sidney Crosby and Lucas Russo. Except the fact that I'm just younger, and I have one more cup, but who's tallying up data, you know?"
Sidney recognized the dig and simply nodded, "No comparison whatsoever you're so right, I've never been suspended either and you've racked up a record of suspensions which by the way, you pull that here and Sully's going to have to bench you which you hate so you know, act like a team player like you said"
"Promise cap" Lucas mock saluted him "Now since I'm new here I figured I'd invite you all to my place tonight. My wife insists"
"You’re married?" Sidney furrowed his brow. "I don't see you wearing a wedding band."
"I hate wearing it" Lucas shrugged "Just don't tell my wife that" he chuckled "But she's big on getting to know people and I want her off my back for a bit so you, the guys and some of the ladies should stop by. There will be no children because it is a penthouse. "Please," he sighed, "I can't stand them.""
"Let everyone know when they arrive," Sidney said simply as he finished his routine The game couldn't have gone any faster as he watched Lucas score three times in the final period. He couldn't lie and claim he wasn't a good player, no matter how badly he wanted to. Part of him despised the fact that he was rooting against his own teammate, but there was something off about him.
"Are you going to Lucas's after this? I think it'd be fun after this win," Kris said as they walked down the tunnel to the locker room.
"Yeah, probably just for a while; I don't want him to think I didn't show up because I don't like him," Sidney explained
Kris chuckled lowly, "Which you don't."
"Shut it" Sidney rolled his eyes as they went in the locker room and showered but not before the traditional helmet was given after a win which of course went to Lucas much to his own dismay. He hoped seeing him outside the rink would somehow humanize him a bit more and drove off to pick up flowers as a present “Guy must have a shit ton of money saved, I couldn’t even get this place when I looked” Kris mentioned as he arrived at the same time as him “He’s got the penthouse too” “Stanley cup bonus, Nate said Lucas was a spender back in Colorado” Sidney mentions “Listen, stop judging the guy and just be cool. We won today because of him, so he’s kind of a jerk ? Who cares, let him be. As long as he performs” Sidney shook his head as they stepped in the elevator and pressed the button up the penthouse “You don’t get it but I’m just gonna stay for a bit and then go home”
He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, only to be greeted by Lucas, who was holding a beer 
"Sweet, come on in" he grinned "Drinks are at the bar, we got it all. The food is ready, and your coats can hang on the coat rack."
"I uh got you and your wife some flowers,housewarming gift" Sidney said as he entered.
"You shouldn't have done that." Lucas grimaced as he took them "I always throw them out because they stink, but my wife adores them. Come say hello to Sid, Babe." he called her over
Sidney watched, feeling as if he were in some messed-up play, as Mia appeared and grabbed Lucas's arm. "Hello, welcome to our home," she said softly, holding out her hand
“He got you flowers” Lucas said to her as he practically shoved them into her hands “Go put them away please, before they stink up the living room” “I got it” Mia nodded and looked at Sidney “Thank you so much, they’re gorgeous” “No problem” Sidney shook his head 
“Can I get you a drink ? Beer ?” Lucas asked “Uh some vodka soda would be good” Sidney nodded “And when you’re done with the flowers get Sidney a vodka soda babe, thanks” Lucas grinned “Thought I was lying about having a wife huh ?” he turned to Sidney “I know how to pick em, she’s been with me since I was 15, 10 years together, 4 years married. Ups and downs but she's loyal to me and I mean she’s hot so that helps”
“Wow” was all Sidney could say as he nodded “Well uh hold off on that vodka soda, the drive here got me a little woozy, is it cool if I step outside on your balcony ?”
“Go ahead, you want a smoke ?” Lucas offered a cigarette “No” he shook his head “Just air” He walked away before he could offer anything else and stepped out away from everyone and everything. In his mind he couldn’t see how someone like Lucas could land Mia, he shuddered a bit and turned around to go back inside as he saw her step out “You know, you were bound to find out but I guess I could’ve told you we’d eventually know each other better” Mia grinned 
“I guess we’ll be seeing way more of each other” Sidney grinned back at her “You’ve got quite a husband”
“Oh I know that face” Mia chuckled “It’s okay, I know he can be….difficult” “That’s an understatement” Sidney nodded She looked at him and sighed softly “Listen, I know who he is and I get he’s a jerk sometimes but he loves this sport and he’s a good player. He just runs his mouth sometimes, well a lot of times” Mia said “But I know it’ll all be good, he’ll be good” “You don’t need to defend him” Sidney shook his head “I don’t hold things against him, it’s okay. I’m gonna head back inside and grab my coat to go, I’ll see you around right ? Hopefully a lot more often” he grinned at her “Yeah…I hope so too” Mia gave a smile “But wait….um please don’t mention to Lucas about what happened yesterday at the store” “Oh he’d love that I’m sure ” Sidney teased but when he met her eyes for a second he saw fear in them “It’s a joke…I won’t tell him” “I knew that” Mia said quickly “Just you know, no man wants to hear his wife got hit on, especially by a teammate. It’s dumb and there’s no reason to mention it” she did her best to give a smile and jumped a bit when she heard a glass break and her name being called “Mia, you really put the champagne glasses on the corner of the table ?” Lucas sighed “Come pick it up, I swear you never listen to me” “I gotta go” she whispered as she walked back inside quickly
Sidney followed as he watched his teammates observe for a bit then go back to their conversations as Lucas rejoined the group and left Mia to clean up on her own, an action that didn’t sit well at all with him
“Careful” he bent down and  picked a big piece of glass to put it in the trash 
“I got it” she said quietly “Stupid mistake on my part, I should’ve listened when he said to put them in our bar area” “Mistakes happen” Sidney assured her “But um I’ll see you next week at a game ?” “Yeah” she nodded and put on a fake smile “I’ll be there to support He gave her a quick hug goodbye and left out the door, if he didn’t hate Lucas before he definitely hated him now. The season was just about to get even harder
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sarahrogersevans · 1 year
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It’s Not Goodbye It’s See You Later- Chris Evans xreader fan fic
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Summary: Reader and Chris have some of reader’s cousins over and they have a great time but when it comes to the end of the night to say goodbye reader has a hard time and Chris comforts them
Warnings: fluff, angst, soft Chris, mentions of feeling anxious, not a lot of warnings for this one
I was so excited some of my cousins were coming over today & I was cleaning around like crazy feeling anxious every time they are in town but it’s gonna be great. Chris came into the room and saw I was running around cleaning everything and Chris rubbed my back and said “hey babe your phone vibrated one of your cousins said they’d be here in a bit, the whole house looks great Y/N.” I stopped and hugged Chris and said “thank you honey I’m just always anxious before they come I’m not sure why.” Chris smiled at me and said “oh doll don’t be nervous they love seeing you remember? They’re your family Y/N it’ll be fun.” I took a deep breath and said “ok you’re right, thank you Chris what would I do without you?” Chris leaned in to kiss me and said “I love you honey I’m here to support you.”
The door bell rang a bit later and I went over to open the door and my cousins were standing by the door and I smiled and said “hey!! Oh my gosh I’m so glad you guys are here!” My cousin Eddie said “hey Y/N I missed you.” I hugged him and said “I missed you too dude it’s good to see you.” My aunt Amanda walked in after him and said “hey honey how are you doing?” I hugged my aunt Amanda and said “hey aunty good to see you I’m ok how are you?” A few other cousins walked in and Chris greeted them as they walked into the house and we sat down in the living room and caught up and Eddie said “so Y/N how’s life? What’s new?” I got nervous and said “not much just keeping busy with life and work ya know? How about you?” Eddie smiled at me and said “not much really just hanging around.” Aunt Amanda said “so what do you do for work Y/N?”
I didn’t really like when family got nosy about what I’m doing with my life but with family you’re use too it I guess it’s kinda funny but frustrating. The day went on and we all had lunch and everyone asked Chris a lot of questions which I tried to have them not ask too many things but I could tell Chris didn’t mind since they asked about his movies. A few hours later it was ten o’clock at night and my cousin Eddie looks at his phone and says “alright well sadly we gotta head out but thank you both for having us you two we had a lot of fun and Y/N it’s so good to see you we love you cuz stay in touch hmm?” I hugged Eddie and said “thank you for coming and yea we will I promise.”
Chris and I both walked everyone to the door and said our goodbyes and once everyone walked out to their car and we closed the door I stared at the door wishing they’d come back in since I knew they were flying home the next day. It’s hard not living by family honestly, Chris noticed I was crying but wasn’t trying to and said “oh honey.. come here it’s ok babe it’s not goodbye ok? I promise it’s just see you later hmm?” I cried harder and Chris held me closer and said “oh honey.. I know shhh it’s ok Y/N I promise they’ll come back and visit soon and hey we’ll when fly over to see them anytime you want ok? I love you so much and wanna do that for you.” I hugged Chris and said “thank you Chris that means a lot to me, I’m gonna miss them so much.” Chris kissed the top of my head and said “oh I know honey I promise you’ll see them again soon ok? I promise sweetheart.” Chris held me as I cried and I began to relax after a little longer and Chris helped me to go sit on the couch and he had me cuddle with him and I fell asleep laying next to him but Chris didn’t mind and I held on tight to Chris worried he’d leave if I let go and he said “goodnight lovebug get some rest I’m not going anywhere I promise.”
I had something similar happen to me on Saturday so I thought it would help to write this out 🥺 hope you all enjoy xx♥️
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sareksunderwear · 5 months
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BBaBB CH6
Bill appears two nights later to impart the next item required to craft his new body; A piece of his derelict statue-corpse. 
This time when he wakes from his nightmares, it’s in his mindscape. Bill’s conjured a comfortable library, complete with a fireplace and armchairs that look suspiciously like skin. Dipper makes a mental note to dispel this room as soon as possible. Unfortunately for them, Ford had long since destroyed the statue and Dipper tells him as much.
“Figures. It isn't the only exoskeleton I keep around but it is the easiest to get to. Think you can find just a little chunk? We need a piece of my physical essence or that ritual is going to go tits up !” To emphasize his point he shapeshifts into a horrifying blob of flesh, human parts sticking out in all the wrong places. “And as fun as that sounds, I'd like to have a flesh suit that works,” speaks the multitude of mouths across Bill’s monstrous form. 
“Yeah, I can try. I'm sure there's something left.” He watches the undulating form of the demon in morbid fascination.
 Dipper grimaces when he feels something brush his leg and slaps away a wandering hand. “Dude stop, that's disgusting.”
“Ugh, you're no fun.” choruses Blob-Bill.
He’ll be having some very specific nightmares about this for a while. 
Bill returns to his usual dapper self with a ‘schlorp’ sound. “You could stand to loosen up a little, ya know that? Shooting Star would have thought that was hilarious!” Bill dusts himself off and straightens his bowtie.
Dipper could swear his eye starts twitching.
“Yeah well sorry you didn't get the fun twin, you got me, like it or not.” he bites back, only the slightest bit salty. Even the literal demon likes his sister better than him.
“I’ve told you before, I like you just fine! I just think you’d have a lot more fun if you relaxed, kid. Your life is already short, don't take everything so seriously.” 
“Bill, your idea of fun is probably lighting babies on fire or something.” 
This draws a surprised laugh out of the demon. It’s different from his usual one, sounding more genuine.
 “You’re right, that is funny! I’ll add it to the Body-bucket-list.”
Dipper just scoffs at him, of course, that would make Bill laugh.  
“By the way, there is another point we need to go over tonight,” Dipper tells him. Bill ‘hmms’ quizzically, waiting for Dipper to fill him in. 
“You need a cover story, what are we going to tell my family when someone they've never heard of shows up sounding like…you?”
 Bill makes a few suggestions, all of which are terrible. Cannibal-lawyer is definitely the worst one though. Dipper tells him as much. “No, it’s gotta be believable. It has to be…boring. Mable can sniff out a mystery as well as I can. If you’re too weird, she’ll figure you out like that.” He snaps his fingers for emphasis. 
Bill looks stricken at the idea of being forced to be eugh, normal. He even turns a sickly shade of green. “ I make deals, I can't perform a miracle, kid. Normal! You're sick!” Dipper huffs out a sigh but relents. “How about we say you’re my classmate? My major is in dimensional physics. Pretty much everyone in there is a little strange.” Bill shrugs with an ‘eh’. “It’ll do until I can skedaddle. I’m thinking a week tops. I’m sure you’ll be happy to be rid of me!” 
He rubs his hands together not unlike a cartoon villain. “Physical world, here I come!”
Makes sense that he wouldn't stick around but that feels… like a bad idea. Dipper thinks to himself. He gives Bill a quick “Yeah, sure whatever”, but now his brain is caught on that little detail he’d overlooked. He’ll have to do something about that.
While Bill is his captive audience (Ha,) he decides it's in his best interest to ask him a few questions.
“So,” he starts, making Bill glance his way. “What’s up with the nightmares I keep having?” 
“Oh, that? Just a front-row seat to the horrifying machinations of the human mind.” Bill says like he’s proud of it and preens a little. He floats over to perch right on top of Dipper's head.
He shakes his head but it doesn’t dislodge the nuisance, Bill just pulls his hair. “Yeah I got that, but can you stop? I’ve been sleeping like crap and it makes it hard to get this stuff done.” 
“No can-do Pine Tree. It’s kind of a package deal.” He points to himself. “Nightmare demon, horrifying nightmares. It’s why you’ve got a short schedule kid, I'll melt your brain if I hang around too long. It's pretty much the worst, most hilarious way to die.” 
“Duly noted,” Dipper replies dryly. “Okay, how am I supposed to find your exoskeleton? It’s destroyed, it’ll look like any other rock in the forest.” 
“That’s easy, close your eyes.”
“Why,” Dipper asks suspiciously.
“Just do it, you wanna get this done or not?”
Dipper relents and closes his eyes, waiting for further instructions. He feels Bill leave his spot on his head. 
“Okay, now see if you can sense me.” He hears Bill’s voice at a distance now.
“What does that even mean, how am I supposed to do that?” 
“Man, you ask a lot of questions! You know where your hands are when your eyes are closed. Now think of where I am.” 
It’s still kind of vague but he imagines his hands where they lay at his sides, and then tries to imagine Bill. Sure enough, he has this weird sense, almost like a limb, of Bill and where he is in space. It’s much fainter than his own body. He steps forward and walks until his fingers brush that familiar static-y surface. 
“See, you're not totally useless,” Bill tells him. “You're gonna do that in the physical plane.” 
Why are all his compliments so backhanded? Dipper wonders but when he opens his eyes, Bill is shining brighter than before. He’s pleased, he just won’t say so. The Demon has tells but they're hard to notice if you aren’t spending a lot of time around him. Like Dipper has to.
He thinks about what else he wants to ask, there are so many possibilities when you’ve got an ancient all-seeing entity trapped in your head. Just as he’s about to ask what happened to the lost ship “Mary Celeste” Bill cuts him off with a “Uh-oh, looks like we’re out of time kid. See you next time Kid!”
Dipper’s eyes snap open and he swears. Stupid body. Whatever, at least he knows what to do next. It’s not lost on him that every day he feels more exhausted. If Bill can only appear once every couple of days, this is gonna be difficult to get everything he needs done. Bill probably wouldn't admit it, but Dipper can tell he’s expending a lot of energy just to talk to him. He’s smaller than he used to be too, before his destruction. He runs the shower as hot as it can go and tries to relax under the spray. It’ll be fine, I can do this! He slaps his cheeks, feeling motivated.
Mabel is downstairs scribbling in a coloring book full of ponies when he gets out of the shower and, confused, he asks her “I thought you were going out today?”
She puts down her crayons and stands up excitedly. “Wrong! I canceled my plans to hang out with you!”
Shit
“Oh, why did you do that? I told you you didn’t have to.” Internally he’s panicking just a little.
“Because, Dipper! I haven’t seen you at all at school or so far this summer! We’re gonna have a good old-fashioned Mystery Twins day!” Then, with a tone of bashful sincerity, she says “I miss you Bro-Bro.”
Double shit. She sounds so excited too. He’s gonna have to think fast. He was initially planning to hike out to the location of the statue and that might still work. But what can he tell her he’s looking for that isn't ‘Bill’s corpse’? Jackalope? No, they found that 2 summers ago. The Leprecorn ? No, too dangerous. He shudders just remembering the last time he’d encountered it. Nymphs? That one could work, there's a small waterfall just past there. He’s never personally seen one before. Apparently, they’re repelled by awkwardness, something he knows he has in abundance. Eh, It’ll do. 
“I miss you too, Mabes. You wanna go on a hike with me? I was going to try to fill out the Nymph entry in the journal today.” He mentally applauds himself for that save. 
Her eyebrows waggle at him. “Dipper’s finally gonna conquer his fear of talking to hot supernatural beings? I never thought I'd see the day.” 
Neither did he.
They both giggle at the mere concept. “It’s been bugging me. May as well try right?” She nods in agreement and bounces away to put on proper outdoor clothes.
They make their way to the forest edge shortly after. Mabel is wearing the pinkest cargo shorts known to man and a wide-brimmed hat covered in glitter, but it suits her. He feels so bad, he’s definitely been neglecting his sister through all this. She’s perfectly capable of entertaining herself, but he should spend more time with her. If they ever grew apart the way the Stans had, he'd regret it for the rest of his life. Briefly, he considers telling her the truth but thinks better of it. After all, he’s almost done dealing with this nightmare. She walks the path ahead of him humming to herself, oblivious to his inner turmoil. 
It’s about a 25-minute walk to where Dipper needs to be and 20 more to the waterfall, so he calls a break conveniently at the clearing of the statue. If she remembers what this place is, she doesn’t say. It’s not like they visited after Ford destroyed Bill’s body. The two unpack their lunches and chit-chat about what Mabel’s been up to since they got here. Dipper realizes this is a perfect opportunity to bring up the ‘Bill staying over’ thing. He waits for her to finish telling him about Grenda’s on-off relationship with that rich dude he hates to bring it up. 
“Hey Mabel,” he starts awkwardly, “There is something I’ll need help with soon.” 
Maybe it’s something about his timing or the way he says it, because her head snaps toward him, listening intently. She can go from bubbly and vapid to serious in an instant.
“I’ve got my, uh, friend coming to visit us in a week and a half. He’s in my major and I may have implied that gravity falls is an interesting place, dimensionally speaking. So he’s been asking if he can tag along for a bit….” 
“Dipper! Oh my gosh, that’s all? You looked so nervous, I thought you were going to ask me to bury a body!” she exclaims. Then, eyes squinted in suspicion, she says, “This is the first time I'm hearing about this ‘Friend’. ” She gives him the most exaggerated air quotes he’s ever seen. “What's his name, hmm?”
Damn, maybe he could have phrased that better. She’s definitely got the wrong idea.
“His name is William! We started talking last semester. He’s pretty uh, cool.” Saying that physically hurt, he’s got to pretend he actually likes Bill. This is going to suck more than he thought. 
“Anyway, I still need to tell the Stans, but I thought I'd figure out the whole rooming situation first. Do you think-” 
“I’ll take the guest room!” she blurts out around a mouthful of sandwich before he can even finish his sentence. He was going to ask her anyway, but her response was way too quick for his liking. She’s got a smug look on her face like she’s done something particularly clever. He’s going to have to set her straight on whatever dumb romance-addled idea is brewing in his twin's head. 
“I can't wait to meet him, you never make friends! He must be pretty special!” She gushes. 
Nope, this is terrible. Why did he tell her, she’s never going to let him hear the end of it. It’ll be 11th grade all over again.
He shudders, remembering the month of incessant pestering when he told her he might possibly, kind-of, sort-of, like a guy.
“Okay, chill. It’s not that weird! I'm perfectly capable of making friends,” Dipper gripes. His cheeks heat up as if to spite him.
“You’re perfectly capable of being a dork!” They bicker back and forth for a bit longer before Dipper excuses himself to use the ‘boys' room.” Mabel makes a disgusted face accompanied by a long “EEEEEEW”. 
Once he’s under the cover of trees and underbrush, he takes a few deep breaths and closes his eyes. He tries to feel for Bill. Sounds of the forest filter through him as he focuses, and sure enough he can sense something. It’s like the static when he touches Bill but softer. He starts to walk, turning here, avoiding a tree there. He can hear Mabel nearby and the scratch of a pencil on paper. She’s probably sketching. 
The feeling grows stronger and he squats down to card through the fallen pine needles. He brushes something hard with his fingertips and the static feeling returns full force. Once dislodged, it looks like an ordinary broken rock but Dipper knows he’s found what he’s looking for. He pockets it hastily before making his way back to Mabel. 
“Took you a while, Dip, Jeez!” She gripes at him.
“Sorry, I drank a lot of water. Ready to keep going?” 
“Yes! The last one there has to clean the gutters.” She darts off as soon as she says it. 
He hurries after her, not wanting to be left with that particular chore.
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Mabel beats him there, inevitably. She poses triumphantly on a boulder overlooking the falls while Dipper unpacks the offering he’d brought for the Nymphs. After all, it is a cover-up but he wasn’t about to half-ass it. He places a few caramel candies into a shallow dish by the water and the two settle in to wait. After what seems like an hour, Mabel yawns loudly, looking bored. Ripples appear on the water and he quickly motions her to shush. They watch with rapt attention as a scaled blue hand pats around before reaching the candy and taking one underwater. The twins exchange a look of fascination and keep watching. Not a minute later, something begins to surface. Iridescent waves of hair break the water followed by two completely black eyes. It pauses there, watching them. Dipper really hopes Ford was right about their non-threatening nature because he feels a very primal sense of panic looking into those dark eyes.
The Nymph rises out of the water so that it can be seen down to its hips and pops another candy into its mouth. It crunches it with sharp teeth. “You two bring nice gifts,” says the Nymph. Its voice is neither feminine nor masculine but soft and melodious. “For this, I will tell each of you a secret. Come, hear what I have to say.” 
Dipper looks at Mabel who gives him a thumbs up before cautiously approaching the being. Please don’t try to drown me, please don’t try to drown me.
It hooks a cold hand around his neck and pulls him in close. Goosebumps break out across his whole body. He can’t move away, it has him transfixed in its gaze. “Child of the Stars, you walk a long and lonely path.” The creature's breath is icy cold on his skin. “ Your fate is unlike that of other mortals. You must match your wit against something great and terrible to find victory” Dipper knows there’s nobody it could be referring to other than Bill. Fear creeps in, making his heart hammer in his chest.
When it releases him, the trance is broken. He takes a wobbly step backward and Mabel’s hand steadies him. She takes his place, and the Nymph whispers to her. He can’t make out any of it but Mabel seems pleased, a light blush dusting her cheeks. 
“Thank you for the treats. Had you come empty-handed, I would have eaten you. I bid you safe travels, little twins.” With that, the Nymph vanishes underwater.
Terrifying and informative.
“What did it tell you, Mabel?” She looks at him with wide eyes and shakes her head. “It’s a secret! I can’t tell you!” It’s not often she gets embarrassed so he leaves it alone. “It told me that I walk a lonely path.” He omits the rest for obvious reasons. “Awh bro, no matter how alone you are, you’ll always have me!” She jostles him good-naturedly. “Yeah, I know.” Her spirit can’t be dampened apparently. He appreciates it. 
 He spends the walk back filling in as much info as he can in the journal while Mabel seems to be on cloud nine. Ford won’t believe they’d actually seen the Nymph! He can’t wait to see the look on his face.
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“That was NOT a Nymph, Dipper.” Ford is pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “That was a Kelpie, and you are both lucky to be alive! You must have made a very good impression to be standing in front of me with your livers still inside your bodies.”
“Dipper brought it candy!” Mabel chimes in helpfully.
“Candy…” Echos Ford in disbelief. He shakes his head and without looking up says “Never visit that thing again, please.” 
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Dipper doesn’t see Bill that night. That leaves Dipper on his own for the time being. He takes the next day off to research. After all, he’s got a loophole to close. Dipper collects all his research materials (and some of Ford’s,) that pertain to demons and magic and holes himself up in the attic. A long time ago he read somewhere that science when sufficiently advanced is indistinguishable from magic. So, with that in mind, he’s going to mix up the spell a little. Is it a good idea? Probably not. Is it necessary? Absolutely. 
As it stands, Bill is going to fuck off the first chance he gets. World Domination has only been postponed by one human lifetime and it would take him that long at least to enact it anyways. Not to mention all the other nefarious things he would be getting up to. None of it would be good.
So what can Dipper, a single short-lived mortal, do? He chews the cap of his pen, deep in thought. He tries to focus on what he already knows.
Bill can't read his thoughts which means Dipper has the advantage in planning a trap.
Homunculi can’t physically harm their creator. Or at least he’s pretty sure that’s what it says, his Latin is a little rusty. It will go doubly so because part of their deal includes Bill not harming him in any capacity.
The spell he’s using is for crafting a body but not a whole lot else. 
Bill will need to be physically contained, at the very least. Dipper could try to tie his body to a location, but all the books say that physical tethers can be destroyed if enough force is exerted on it. Bill is too smart for something like that to work. Everything about this is so difficult . Tethers are for metaphysical beings, not the living and that’s exactly what Bill is going to be. The deal was to make him a body, he’ll be as close to human as a demon can get. 
The hand witch uses her life force to animate hands, maybe Dipper can use his to keep Bill… contained. Wait. That's it! He can tie Bill’s body to his life force, like a tether, except it’s him . When he dies, so will Bill’s body. Where he goes, Bill will be forced to follow. And Bill can’t destroy Dipper because of their deal. It’s perfect. He’s a little floored just how perfect it is. 
He scribbles notes furiously, not wanting to waste a single second. He’s got the standard Latin incantation from the grimoire, from there he adds some roughly translated Hebrew from a book on Golems. (Similar concept, hopefully, similar enough to work.) He dissects the components of a page full of Enochian sigil work and combines it with the protective symbols from the book of Solomon from which his own tattoo is deriven. 
It looks like a complete mess, to be honest, but if he’s got his theory down, this should work.
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Nightmare part 2 (Part one here)
Dont repost anywhere online or print reblog snd feedbacks are welcome.
Warningw are angst a whole lotta angst steve thinking the reader(female wanted to hurt herself she doesnt) Steve being a Shmuck and thick headed. Steve completely missing the points.. so hes basically acting like a man lol
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"It wasn't that,"   I paused.  Trying to figure out how to expain this to Sam in this "counciling session" on an empty flior witj two odly shapped red couches, modern isn't word maybe avant gauard. They face eachother and almost come to a point at one end which is why or how rather Sam and he4 were so close together I know steves job. I qlways knew it and it wasn't  that. I wouldn't have even dated him if that was an issue. I mean it's  sorta like being a cop but he comes back to me dirty and bloody its not even the dirt. Its the blood. Like ," I paused and its his blood. Its not like he says its not my blood. He just i hate seeing him covered in blood walking around like it's....paint from working at a preschool with kids. And the way he treats me. I felt like he more or less pushed valium on me. I mean i know if I had said no he would've gone ok but then listed why I shud take it Nd hiw itll help make me feel better. Like I just give in not wanting the conversation because its not the conversation I want to have with him even this he just told you he didn't  talk to me first rhat you should talk to sam hes a counselor or talk to someone like he thought I was going to kill myself and this is hw he handles it. Know I know why he goes through girlfriends. Man doesn't freaking talk." Sam just kinda stared at me listening and nodding. "God I'm sorry Sam," I dropped my shoulder and put my head in my hands. "I know you and Steve are best friends and I dont mean to talk about your best friends like that it's just frustrating. I feel like we're  playing a game of freaking telephone i say something he tell you then you tell me theen I tell tou and you'll tell him and then hell talk to me i mean it's  just." I was getting frustratingly upset.... if that's even a word. "Hold up. First I'm  not going to tell Steve shit. As far as I'm concerned  this session is between you qnd me. You could tell me you killed someone and I'd  say nothing ok. And secondly. You're  right. Steve should have talked to you. And he never shohld pressure you to take meds. The dude's intense. If you feel like you need to give in to him or else. It's not healthy. Look I love Steve like you said he's  my best friend and as much as I... your relationship isn't  just about him. It's about you too. And if you can't  handle it you can't  no one will blame you or fault you. Especially Steve.
"Sam you dont get it. He." I swollow  "I mean we're living togeather. I thought it was fast. But I'd felt so happy around him and I thought I wanted that all the time but it's it's  not like that." "Did you tell him how you feel?" "Oh yea sam that make sense. How many hydra ya kill save any  hotigaes by the way btween you relaxing for 12 hours mission deprefeffibg and then the next brief  and sleeping and eating cause you you leave again in two days need to tell you you gotta talk to me diffrent. Bye have fun.' When do I talk to him?"
"You need to look I know Steve he doesn't want yiu to be unhaply. He's  doing what he thinks is good for you. But if its not you need to tell him."
"How. Can he join us? Like here come to one?" Sam sat up to tell her no. "Well I-" "Friday where is Steve?" "Captain Rogers is in the gym." "Can you have him come up to meet me and Sam?"
Sam watched as Steve entered the room and  she started to shrink a bit. Her shoulders dripped a little she curled up a bit. Even after Steve gave her a kiss. Before sitting on the couch across from Sam.  "What the hell is going on here?" He thought watching the strong girl who insisted Steve come dissapeared. "How's  it going? How do you feel babe?" While Steve had his hand on her leg and looked at her briefly he immediately looked at Sam.  She watched the scene. Sam gestured to her She looked at Sam, who only provided two words- “Go on" "Steve, wa-" she took a deep breath looking at the floor. "Why didn't  you talk to me and go right to Sam?" "Well you said-" "I’m not suicidal. I was talking about us. I-" she paused and sighed, "I dont think I can do," she took a breath "us anymore. You didn't even think to talk to me? And you just." She looked at Steve and he was just taking in the information. And trying not to show how hurt he is. Another girlfriend leaving. "Steve you, you just. I felt like you forced the valium on me and didnt give me a chance to think. And everytime I say no it's  an argument and its besides the fact that it woudir wouldnt help. I just felt like I had to give in. I had to take it. But this Steve?" She gestured. "This is  beyond ridiculous. And you don't get it don't get how... isolating things can get either I everyone hates me the agents treat me like a, I dont know and, your teemates?" she finally turned and looked up at Steve  and sighed,  "I mea. Minus Sam I- Steve no on wants me here." She starts to tear up. "That's not true." "Steve you don't  see it. "The other agents just stop talking when I'm around. Someone told me your other girlfriends got agents in trouble and on desk duty so they're scared me of me practically or mad I don't know all I know if I'm universally ignored... by everyone." Steve opened his mouth to say something but she continued, "And the rest of your "team mates"," she used air quotes, " the avengers. I see how they look at me. Tony side eying me, Nat is constantly sizing me up. I know Bruce is quiet anyway and Clints been nice but I haven't really seen him. Haven't met Thor so..." She leaned back and crossed her arms with a huff. "Well I-" Steve didnt know what to say. His eyes were blinking.  The only thought  that he had was- "So that's it its over?" She rolled her eyes, "That's what you took from the whloe thing is that we're over?"
She rolled her eyes, "That's what you took from the whle thing is that we're over?" "Well yes." His eyes were wide unable to understand why she didnt understand his concern was for her to be with her fuck the of the team, screw the other agents. He wanted her to stay. Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. And Sam could see she was getting angry and Steve was missing the points. "Ok lets take a breather. Steve she was saying that she feels alone not welcome which we can address with the team later,” Sam looked her way with an assuring nod. “But, did you hear what she said about what you did by comming to me?" "Yea that she meant it was us and not her." "So you 100% thought she was going to harm herself?" "Yes I -I mean she never..." "Never what Steve?" "Never said she was unhappy with us and  when I heard her say she couldnt do it anymore I was scared terrified that I'd  come back one day and find her on the floor. I've" Steve turned to her, took her hand which she allowed. He moved towards her and caressed her cheek. "I've lost so many people. I've  lost so many soilders or have had them wounded and then now agents get hurt and we lost them sometimes, I lose them but I can't lose you.  And the thought of you being scared snd unhappy to the point where youd end you was terrifing. Morr than anything.  Friday wouldn't know if you took a razor or too many pills. And I'd walk in from a mission and find you gone id never be able to forgive myself. So the first thing I thought was to get you help and I know you and Sam do get along and he's  my best friend. And I love you." "So you thought shouving a pill down my throat was ok?" "I know Valiums helps people and if yoh were sleeping you couldnt hurt yourself while I was at the briefing. "But Steve if you really thought It was that bad why didn't you talk to me?" "I didn't want to waste any time. Time is too precious to me." She "Then why are you never there?" She was raising her voice,  "And You thought shoving a pill-" "Lets all just calm down," he turned to Steve,  "Why didn't you ask her what she meant. And she said she feels like you are very, well what did you say?" "Distant at time. Forceful and you dont think about me. And you're always gone." Steve for once has no idea what to say. "You're overwheling Steve. It can be too much for me." "How am I overwhelming and always gone?"
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Luke X OC!Anya Friendship-When throwing that ass goes wrong
It’s just another day in Luke’s place where Anya is hanging out with her best friend. They had another gaming session complete with pizza like always. It was hot out and Luke hated the heat so indoors it is. They had just played through both Streets of Rage and Streets of Rage 2 all the way through. It took less time than they thought it would so they still had a lot more time to kill before she went home to her boo. Just then, her phone buzzed, she picked it up and there was a text from Jamie and she smiled. It was two pictures.
One was a picture of his shirtless body, and the other was a selfie of him with a sexy smirk on his face. He then had messages under it,
[Jamie: While you’re hangin out with meathead, don’t forget all this you got at home baby]
[Jamie: You’re really gonna get it tonight when you come home]
She giggled and sent a single message back
[Anya: Can’t wait, love ya hunny bunny]
She put down the phone and let out a sigh of satisfaction before turning back to her best friend who already had that teasing smile on his face.
“The pretty boy send you some nudes or somethn? You’re smiling like the dam Cheshire Cat.”
“Shut up, boy before I knock you out.”
“Oooh, I’m so scared.” She threw a couch pillow at him. She bought those for him because his couch looked too hard and plain for her when she hung out there.
“Hey…how do you do that?” Luke asked suddenly
“Do what?”
“You know…twerk?”
Anya suddenly laughed because she didn’t expect him to ask that out of the blue
“Why do you want to know how to do that?”
“It looks kind of fun to do? I guess? You make it look easy.”
“I got a lot of ass to shake, dude, you know that.”
“Yeah…I can see that…”
“I wouldn’t say that in front of Jamie, though.” Anya said snickering
“Whatever…so, can you show me or…”
“Let’s take this one step at a time, alright? I’ll show you what to do and then we’ll try it to music...”
Anya then stands up. “OK, get up and move the coffee table first.” As Luke moved the table over, she searched for a son on her playlist.
“Alright, table moved, check!” Luke said enthusiastically.
“OK, beginner lesson. First you have to get low, in a squat position, like so…hands on knees. Legs apart a little further…and feet turned out…”
“Turned out…?”
“Push your heels forward, dude…”
“O-Oh…” He does so.
“Alright, sink down a little and pop your booty.”
It looks so awkward and it is fucking hilarious, but Anya held her laughter in. He wasn't even doing it remotely correct after about 10 seconds
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“Ok, let’s do it to music now…”
Alexa, play Back that Thang Up
Anya was highly amused and actually recorded his attempt at twerking and did her best no not hit the fucking floor. Luke was still pretty into doing it, so she didn’t want to ruin it yet. Hell, this was her motherfucking song so she got in there and was throwing that ass in a circle like there was no tomorrow. They had so much fun together that for a moment, nothing else mattered but the pure joy that came from this moment. They played 5 more twerking songs and gave it their all.
The two then plopped back onto the couch.
“Actually, that shit is harder than fighting and lifting weights…damn.”  Luke said breathing a little heavier than usual. “How the hell do you do this without getting tired.”
“Practice, padawan, practice.” Anya smiled
“So, you’re the Jedi Master of twerking now?” Luke said smiling
“Hell yeah, I am.”
Anya and Luke share a huge laugh as she leans on his shoulder for a while.
“Well, it’s time to head on home, I’m sure my man is gettin antsy.”
“Yep, I gotta hit the shower and get ready to go to France for work shit soon. Tell Jamie I said hi.” He said with a mischievous smile. He knew that it got under his skin because Anya told him that it did and that whenever she says that, Jamie fucks her like she’s a prostitute on the street, much to her delight.
“Yeah, sure…thanks Lukie!”
“You’ll thank me later, Anya! I’ll shoot you a text before I board the plane.” He said with a laugh before he walked her out and shit the door after saying their goodbyes. She headed home through Chinatown as the gang members parted like the red sea. They’d get their ass whooped anyway, especially when she was about to get dicked down good tonight since Jamie always got a little jealous when she hung out with Luke.
She text him when she was halfway there.
[Anya: You better be naked with that dick swinging when I get home baby]
[Jamie: I’m already naked and waiting princess]
[Anya: Luke says hi BTW]
[Jamie: You gotta work tomorrow?]
[Anya: No, I didn’t take any clients tomorrow, why?]
[Jamie: I’m about to fuck you until you can’t walk]
[Anya: Well damn…its like that]
[Jamie: Its always like that]
“Yep, thanks Luke…” She smiled on the way home shaking her head. Only a real friend will make sure you get your back blown out properly. She’ll make sure to thank Luke properly when he returns.
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High Cheng - Xu Minghao x Reader StonerAU (On-Going) Chapter Two
What happens when you get dragged to your best friends boyfriends party and end up getting high with a hot stranger, whom you got along with very well, only to realise the next day, you never got his name?
PLEASE READ AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END
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Read Chapter One: All Big Parties Suck
CHAPTER TWO: A Smoking (hot) Stranger
MASTERLIST
DISCLAIMER: Drug Usage, Mentions of SA, College Party, Smoking
"Do you wanna, uh join me? On my balcony I mean."
I stay silent.
"I'm just saying cause, I get what you mean by finding my balcony relaxing. Its the sole reason I chose this to be my room. And I wouldn't want to overwhelm you more by forcing you back into that hectic mess."
I think for a short while. I mean, it's better than going back out there and crying more.
"Uh, yeah. Sure. That would be great."
"Cool! Let me just grab some beanbags I have in my closet so we aren't just sitting on the cold hard floor." He says as he makes his way to his closet pulling out two beanbags and bringing them out to his balcony.
I follow him in silence before sitting down on one of the beanbags and stare at the night sky.
A few minutes of silence passes by.
"Are you cool if I uh, smoke? It just my way of relaxing... If you aren't cool with it then I won't. I just wanted to ask" The hot stranger asks, breaking the silence.
"Oh, yeah! Go ahead. I don't mind."
"Are you sure? I just don't want the weed smell and all to annoy or affect you in any way."
"No, no. You're okay! I used to smoke so I'm used to all of that anyways."
"Used to?" He inquires as he pulls out a little box with pre-rolled joints and a lighter.
"Mhm! I used to smoke a fair bit, but then school got harder, and took up more time and brain power until smoking wasn't a thought anymore. I just didn't have time. Plus, schools gotta come first, no?"
By now he has lit the joint, taken a puff and now the smell is starting to become familiar.
"I guess so. But having fun is also something that should come first. I mean, if all you do is work, wheres the fun in that." He takes another hit. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I only smoke in moderation, unless its school break. I mean I can't let it affect my school life. But, we're also in college. We're supposed to be drunk or fried half to time."
I laugh. "I guess so. I mean, it did help with the stress. Especially whenever I'd have Mr 'Havoc' Harrison. I swear he's the sole reason I used to smoke so much. Fucking annoying as hell. Never let us have a break"
"You mean Gary Harrison? Teaches communications?" he inquires with enthusiasm.
"Yeah, why, you've had him before?" 
"Fucking hell, of course I have. I had to take one of his courses for my major or some shit. He's a shit teacher, no wonder he'd give us so much homework and assignments, cause the asshole never taught anything himself."
"Ugh, I get what you mean! Once I got super sick and couldn't turn up to classes and although I was emailing him about the lectures if he could forward me them or just tell me what we learnt, he just didn't! So when I approached him about it, he responded with 'Oh! I saw them. But you should've turned up to class instead of flaking on my classes. I'm not giving you resources for free.' Like, free! Dude I pay for your classes and all your stupid materials that we never use."
"Woah, really? Jesus, that must've sucked tenfold for ya. I still have no idea why he still teaches at this school."
I sigh. The anger in the rant, plus all the added emotions from the previous scenarios from this party, not to mention the smell of this guys joint, it's making me wanna-
"Hey." He says cutting off my thoughts. "You wanna hit?"
I look at him. "Huh?"
"I mean, today sure as hell must have sucked for you to be sitting out here in my balcony. Not to mention all the emotions rising in you after that rant. Plus you said you used to smoke to relax or destress, right? Why not smoke a joint?"
"Oh, I mean. I don't know. It's been a while."
"Just give it a try. I'll give you wanna my pre-rolled ones if you want?"
I look at him, unsure what to do.
"If you're still unsure, why not just take a few hits from my joint and if you don't want anymore, I'll happily smoke the rest."
If it were any other person in this world offering me this, offering me a joint, a total stranger. I would say no in a heartbeat. But, I wanna say yes. This man, this very attractive man, just makes me feel safe. Heck if it was anyone else, I wouldn't be here on a random balcony. But here I am. Making stupid choices. And this next choice might be one of them.
"You know what, sure. I'll take some hits from your joint."
Read Chapter Three: A Cry Fest
A/N: Please give me feedback on my writing! Two more chapters are posted (as of 23rd Feb 2024) however, the story is on-going.
This book is still in the works, and I desperately want to finish it this year. However, I'd like to make everyone aware of three issues. a) There are only three chapters published right now as I want to receive feedback from my audience on my writing style and plot building. Despite having been writing for many years, I am not confident in the style that I use for my stories and would appreciate constructive critique to help me improve future chapters. After a month of posting the chapters, further content will be added throughout this trail, I will collect the feedback, delete this section of my disclaimer, and apply my audience's feedback. Second, I am in my final year of school, therefore school comes first. Furthermore, my weekly schedule is extremely hectic, so many of these will be written during my rare free time or at times when most people are sleeping (don't worry, I will prioritise my health). Finally, this book covers mature issues like as drug usage, smoking, alcohol use, cheating, references to SA, and more. These will all be addressed at the start of the chapter so that you are aware in case triggers arise. Furthermore, I have never used drugs or any of the other topics discussed in this book, so I apologise if anything is incorrect.
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Anyone else around here treating the Geoglyphs like labyrinths?
Being the slow rolling, time wastiest of time wasting players imaginable, who is definitely playing The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom: Walking Simulator Edition, the idea of quickly solving these from above ala Eyespy is a buzzkill for me. Sure, I do occasionally spot the endgoal from a distance in the sky, cause skydiving is INCREDIBLY FUN, but the aim is always to navigate the glyphs as though they’re mazes and spotting it from above merely gives you a heading.
I gotta tell ya, I really do think they accounted for this play style. Not only are objects littered throughout the lines ON the glyphs, giving you little breadcrumbs along the way, but the way each path goes you can make a little trip out of reaching them. In one glyph, there’s a Korok in the middle of a spiral. Nothing was funnier than instead of walking 10 straight feet in front of me, winding around what must’ve been at least 100 feet of curve, and then getting a stupid little victory dance about it.
 Not only that, but there’s times when it becomes very challenging to follow the topology of the land and the lines they’ve given you. Not going to say what locations here, but I will say, I sure as hell used my stamina meter. In some occasions ive found it appropriate to make a zonai device to leap em a bit. There’s also gaps to jump and things to climb over and its kinda exactly what i wanted in botw.
Its also wicked rewarding to finally find the tear when you do, cause it doesn’t stop there. Now you have to find a path over there without cheesing it.
This is just one of the many ways I play this game obtusely cause I love it so much. I feel like players who find optimal paths to everything are really cool and clever but I just find a lot of those solutions they come up with to be boring when I do them or are ways to “skip” the game. I don’t wanna skip the game! I want to luxuriate in every corner of it and vibe, dude. I love playing the game in ways that’s got some crunch and texture to it. I wanna be stopped and stumped and lost and crushed, I wanna come up with unique solutions every time just to see if they’ll work and be satisfied when the game responds with a resounding yes or no.
The one system in this game I wish was less gratuitous and skip all the time is the dialogue. There’s too much of it, everywhere. NPCs that had 2-5 snappy quippy lines in the last game now have 10-20, and theres about 3x as many people about. The yiga are an exception, they can talk forever and i would never get bored.
Anyway, any of you freaks out here making mazes of the glyphs cause you just like vibin in this game?
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This One’s For You...
Pairings: Dylan Lenivy/Ryan Erzahler
Word Count: 2,571
Status: One Shot - Complete
Summary:
This was it. His moment. The ball leaves his hands, and…
You ever manage to fuck something up so bad that you couldn’t even replicate the fuck up if you tried? Well… this was one of those moments.
In his mind's eye, the ball floats gloriously through the air, curving up and then dropping down perfectly through the hoop. The net swishes as the kids erupt into cheers, and Dylan can be rest assured this his ‘cool points’ with the kids — and with Ryan — will forever be at the highest they can be.
In reality, the ball leaves his hands and beams Jacob right in the face.
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A short and dumb fic I wrote based on this tumblr post that absolutely cracked me the fuck up
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Try to picture the scene: It’s summer, middle of July, and the sun is beginning to set on what was a perfectly normal day at Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp. There’s an impromptu basketball game going on set up by one Jacob Custos, who had dragged out the old basketball hoops from storage and set up a makeshift court for the kids to get a game in before dinner time.
Now, if you were asked to write a list of counselors most suitable for watching over said game, you’d probably put Dylan Lenivy somewhere on the bottom of that list, right?
Well, you’d be wrong.
He wouldn’t even make the list. 
Dylan and sports? Yeah, they just didn’t work together. Last time he played any sort of sports was when his dad signed him up for little league baseball so they’d have a hobby they can share. First pitch, he managed to throw the ball backward. First swing, the bat slipped out of his hands and knocked out little Jamie’s tooth who, to be fair, should not have been standing so close to the foul line. It was a baby tooth anyway, so it was fine. After that they sort of just left him on outfield. Like, as far out to field as an outfield can get. He’s talking “far enough to the point where a MAJOR league player would struggle to reach.”
He made some pretty rad daisy chains while out there though. 
So why he was currently here acting as a sort of referee to the game, he had no clue. He barely knows the rules of basketball if he’s being honest. Not that it really matters. This is a summer camp, not an NBA training camp. Fun’s all that matters, right? He’s just gotta make sure none of the kids are like, elbowing someone in the face or tripping each other over. Or traveling. He knows that, at least. 
“You look bored.”
Dylan startled at the voice from next to him, looking to see Ryan had appeared from nowhere. Dude could be sneaky when he wanted to be. One second you’re wondering where the guy is, then BAM, he’s just there. 
“Plus one for observational skills,” Dylan says, unable to stop the smile stretching across his face at Ryan’s unexpected appearance. 
“Nothing exciting happen, I take it?”
“Oh, well I wouldn’t say that,” Dylan said, returning his attention to the game. “Nick had to break up a fight between Aidan and Rickie who, apparently, both have a crush on Debbie over there. Aidan was trying to show off with a… I don’t know what it’s called, but Rickie checked the hell out of him and Aidan didn’t care much for it.”
Ryan hummed, crossing his arms across his chest as he glanced at Dylan out of the corner of his eye. “Nothing quite like kid drama.”
“Telling ya’ man, emotions are a bi-- uh, a pain at that age. You remember what it’s like being that age, right? Awful.”
“You say that like emotions don’t still kinda suck at our age,” Ryan points out. “Sometimes I’ll look at Jacob and Nick interact and see two full-grown adults, and other times it’s like we have two extra campers messing around who got hit hard by puberty.”
Dylan snorted, perhaps not paying as much attention to the game as he should be now Ryan was here. “Oh, yeah, and Molly tripped over and skinned her knee up pretty bad. Abi and Kaitlyn took her back to the lodge for Nurse Kelly to take a look over her if you were wondering where they were.”
Ryan grunted in acknowledgment, scanning across the court. Jacob was running up and down the ‘sideline’, whistle hanging loose around his neck and coming dangerously close to smacking him in the teeth with every over-excited bound he makes. Nick was… not as enthusiastic as Jacob, but was still dutifully watching over the kids just as Dylan was from the other side of the court 
“What about Emma?” Ryan asks, realizing who was missing.
“Off duty,” Dylan answered. He turns himself to face Ryan, head titled to the side as a thought pops into his head. “Speaking of… Aren’t you supposed to be off duty, too?”
“I am,” Ryan answers. 
Dylan raises an eyebrow at him, waiting for an elaboration from Ryan that doesn’t come. “So… You’re here because…?”
Ryan just shrugged, no longer able to meet Dylan’s eye. “I dunno. I was bored. You looked bored. Thought it’d be nice to come over and talk with you.”
“Oh. Cool.” A flush of red quickly spread across Dylan’s face, which he did his best to hide by turning away from Ryan to face the game. If Ryan noticed anything, he didn’t mention it. 
“I kind of half expect to hear you commentating on the game or something over the speakers,” Ryan says, gesturing with a nod of his head to one of said speakers sitting atop its pole nearby. 
“Kinda hard to do that from the radio hut. That’s, like… not here. In a place where I can’t see what’s happening.”
Dylan almost got a smirk out of Ryan. Almost. “Eh… I’m sure you can make it work.”
“That’s probably true,” Dylan conceded. “I mean… it’s basketball. Children’s basketball. Pretty sure I could say a hundred different variations of ‘X Person has ball. X person is attempting to score. X person got the ball in the net. X person has scored!’ and they’d all apply, even when I can’t see.”
“Congratulations, you just over-simplified nearly all sports.”
"I mean... It's not my fault most sports are the same and boring as hell."
"Well... I wouldn't say most sports."
"Oh, uh- no, yeah, you're right," Dylan quickly backpedaled. "I mean… I’ve heard from someone that sailing’s pretty entertaining…”
“Is that your way of telling me to stop talking about sailing?”
Oops. That backfired. “What? No! No, I’m just saying, you always look like you’re having such a good time when you’re out there on the water, I--”
“You’ve watched me sail?”
Uh oh. Backfired again. “Uh… Yeah, I…” Alright, how does he say this without coming off like a stalker? “You know, I am in charge of scheduling and all that, and after I scheduled your first lesson with the kiddos I realized I’d never actually seen you do your… thing.” Was that stalkerish? It didn’t sound too stalkerish. “I’m actually kinda surprised I got to see it at all, given how weird Mr. H has been about any of us going in the water.”
“Safety hazard, I guess,” Ryan suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. 
“I guess that’s true. It was… super impressive, actually; seeing you out there, somehow managing to keep a group of rowdy kids entertained and also make sure they’re not getting themselves hurt.”
“You mean… like you are now?” Ryan asked, gesturing to the game he was supposed to be watching. 
“Yeah, but… you’re doing it on water.”
“Okay, but--”
“Just accept the compliment, Ryan.”
Ryan huffed, giving Dylan one of those smiles that’s more in the eyes than with the mouth. “Fine. Compliment accepted.”
“Sweet. Got plenty more of those, if you’re interested.” Dylan shot Ryan a wink, and the double take Ryan gave him for it was truly glorious. “Or at least… I can think up a ton more to keep me entertained while we’re here, watching… sports.” 
Ryan shook his head at the amount of disdain in Dylan’s voice for that last word. “Thought you were coming round to the ‘not all sport is boring’ thing?”
“Oh, I am. But still, you gotta admit this isn't exactly the most riveting of spectacles. At least... Not enough to spend your precious free time watching it, anyway."
"The game? No," Ryan agrees. He shifts slightly in place, enough that his arm brushes across Dylan's, and it's a little embarrassing the way Dylan's breath catches at the feeling of Ryan's fingers lightly catching his own. "The company makes up for it, though."
Dylan's so busy staring at Ryan that he doesn't notice the ball had gone out of play. At least, he doesn't notice until he feels the ball bounce right into his leg. He regretfully has to look away from Ryan and down to the offending object, plucking it up from the ground and looking around for whichever kid he was supposed to pass it to for a throw-in.
But instead, he's greeted by one of the kids on the court cheerfully yelling "Go for it, Mr. Dylan!", enthusiastically jumping and pointing to the hoop. 
“Oh, I don’t think that’s--” Dylan tries to shoot down the idea. But of course, now that one of the kids had suggested it, all the others quickly jump on board. 
“Yeah!”
“You can do it!”
“Throw it!”
“I think you’ve gotta throw it.” Ryan not at all helpfully gives Dylan an ‘encouraging’ push towards the court. “Unless you wanna upset all your fans, that is…”
“Yeah, ‘Mr. Dylan’,” Jacob grins at him from the other end of the court. He was now leaning against the pole holding up the hoop, one arm crossed across his chest whilst the other points up at the hoop above his head. “Show us your skills!”
“Fine, fine…” Dylan grips the ball tight with both hands, stepping onto the court. He’s welcomed by the triumphant cheers of the kids, who ‘part the sea’ so to speak for him to get within shooting range. 
“Dude, it’s a real shame Mr. H took our phones from us,” Jacob says to Nick, who had appeared by his side — mostly to get a better view of what was about to unfold. “This really seems like a moment we want on video.”
“I assume you mean to record our dear friend Dylan here in his triumphant moment for us to treasure years down the line?” Nick asked.
“Oh, I was thinking more that Emma would love to upload this to her channel. I can already see the title: Watch this grown adult miss a shot made by a ten-year-old moments ago.”
“Just you watch, Jakey-boy. You’re gonna eat your words,” Dylan shot back. 
“Dy-Lan! Dy-Lan! Dy-Lan! Dy-Lan!” The kids had started a chant of his name which, while encouraging, was also all kinds of distracting. It also didn’t help to lessen the pressure when he had a bunch of expectant and excited-looking faces looking up at him. 
Dylan then makes it all the more worse for himself by looking over to Ryan, and his heart stutters in his chest for a moment at the realization that Ryan had joined in with the kid's chants, deep voice booming over the rest.
Dylan glanced up at the hoop, taking in a deep breath. Alright… How hard could this be? Just get the ball through the hoop, right? And given that he was marginally taller than the other kids who had been making these shots, then he should have no problems. Easy peasy. 
He looks over to Ryan again, taking a hand off the ball to point directly at him. 
“This one’s for you.”
It’s enough to bring out one of those rare smiles from Ryan that Dylan spends pretty much every moment he has in Ryan’s presence trying to pry out of him. Dylan shoots him another wink, then returns his focus to the task at hand. He keeps his eye solely on the hoop, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth. This was it. His moment. The ball leaves his hands, and…
You ever manage to fuck something up so bad that you couldn’t even replicate the fuck up if you tried? Well… this was one of those moments. 
In his mind's eye, the ball floats gloriously through the air, curving up and then dropping down perfectly through the hoop. The net swishes as the kids erupt into cheers, and Dylan can be rest assured this his ‘cool points’ with the kids — and with Ryan — will forever be at the highest they can be. 
In reality, the ball leaves his hands and beams Jacob right in the face.
“OW!” Jacob’s head snaps back at the impact, a resounding sounding ‘thump’ echoing across the court. “Son of a-- bee sting.”
The kids, being kids, erupt into laughter. Poor Jacob was bent over himself, hand held to his sore nose as he tried to breathe through the pain. Nick would blame it on the contagiousness of the kid's laughter that he was laughing too, giving Jacob a few consolatory pats on his back. “Damn, you were right. That really was a moment we should have got on video.”
But Dylan wasn’t focusing on Nick’s laughter. Nor was he focusing on Jacob’s rapidly swelling nose, which he really should be. But in his defense, there was something a little more distracting going on that made it hard to focus on anything else. 
Ryan Erzhaler… was laughing. 
And this wasn’t just a quick snort. No, Ryan was absolutely losing it on the side of the court, arms wrapped around his stomach as he damn nearly choked on his laughter. Dylan could count on one hand the number of times he’s heard Ryan laugh, but he had never heard him laugh like this. Not a full-on belly laugh - that kind of one that makes it hard to breathe. It made it kind of hard for Dylan to breathe, the sound of it making something warm and fuzzy settle in his chest. 
“Sorry, dude…” Dylan sheepishly apologized to Jacob. Though, the smile on his face and in his voice didn’t give the apology much merit. “I promise that was an accident.”
“You got a friggen cannon for an arm, man,” Jacob complained-slash-complimented, straightening himself back up. He pulls his hand away from his nose but, thankfully, there’s no blood. “Oh, and — real mature, Erzhaler. You just keep laughing!”
“Sorry, sorry, it’s -- it’s not funny,” Ryan lies, finally managing to get his laughter under control. 
“Alright, alright, stop laughing you little gremlins,” Jacob grumbled to the giggling kids. “We got a game to finish!”
Dylan scurried back over to Ryan’s side, half wincing-half smiling at him as he got close. They watched as Jacob attempted to wrangle the kids back up, trying to resume the game. “So, uh… when do I get to play with the pros?”
That earned Dylan another laugh, much to his delight. “I know I’d sign you to a contract.”
“Oh yeah?” Dylan challenged. “How are you planning on paying me for my tremendous skill?”
“Hmm… I dunno. What do you want?”
‘You’ is what very nearly slips out of Dylan’s mouth, but he manages to catch himself in time. Although, what he actually says isn’t all that better. “You keep giving me some of that adorable laughter of yours, and I’ll sign right on the dotted line.”
Turns out, he didn’t need to be worried. He doesn’t get another one of those mentioned adorable laughs, but Ryan does stick his hand out to him, the smallest of smirks pulling at the corner of his lips. “Deal?”
Dylan smiles warmly back at him, reaching out a hand and clasping onto Ryan’s. He gives it a firm shake, the two of them holding onto each other's hands and each other's gaze a bit longer than you typically would. 
“Deal.”
Okay, so…
Maybe sports aren’t as boring as he thought…
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gretchenwrites · 1 year
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request - jealous gendice...
MY FAVORITE because Gentaro is...kind of a drama queen lmao lmao lmao
I actually had a few of "Gentaro is Jealous of the relationship he made up in his own head between Dice and Riou" fics in my WIPs but they really weren't going anywhere. I hope you enjoy!
It's not like he minds that Dice is off in Yokohama doing god knows what with Admiral Bodybuilder. Dice can do whatever he likes, it's not as if he's bound to Gentaro. And Ramuda is busy--that's fine. He can be busy. It's not as if he'd be the perfect distraction from the bile rising in his throat. Hell, if he really wanted, Gentaro could go toddle off somewhere too. He could spend time with...
Well, it's not like an empty house killed anyone.
Oh, hell, what does Riou have that he doesn't? Other than the ability to cook, an honest tongue and abs. Gentaro can...
Well, he really can't do two of these things, and the thought of doing sit-ups for the third makes him want to crawl up into a little ball and die.
What he has is that Dice comes back here. He keeps his extra packs of lucky strikes here, he keeps his extra clothes here, and his stupid boombox (does it even work?) stays here too. Or that's what he will tell himself so he doesn't snap his pen in half. Not that he'd been doing any writing anyway. He breathes in deeply and hisses it out through his teeth.
"Yo, I'm back." Dice calls out, and Gentaro sits up a little straighter, pressing the pen nib to his manuscript paper. "Did you finish that thing you said you had to do?"
Dice pads into the bedroom, and Gentaro tries not to wither under his gaze, that surely sees that he hasn't done much of anything other than make some distinctly large ink puddles on his paper. Dice plucks a seed pod off the fur of his hood.
"Oh, you left? I hadn't noticed you were gone." Gentaro says airily. "Did you have fun on your little playdate?" And he bites back the urge to add you two-timing harlot to the end of his question. Dice flops down at Gentaro's side, pressing his cheek to the crest of his shoulder.
"Yeah, I wish you coulda came though. Riou did some like, lavender shit in the coffee that I thought you'd'a liked."
He softens, glancing out of the corner of his eye at his friend.
"That's nice. That sounds..." Gentaro frowns. "Nice."
"You gotta swing by with me next time. I think he wants to meet ya."
"Meet me? I didn't take Corporal What's-his-name to be..." Literate. "a fan of my work."
"I mean, I dunno if he is, but I guess I talk about ya a lot." Dice shrugs a shoulder. "So he wants to meet the real deal."
"If you carry me up the mountain, I suppose."
"Dude, that's all?" Dice beams. "I could carry ya both ways."
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very-venom-us · 2 years
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Yeah, She Exists Duh
Short lil drabble. Not sure anyone actually reads these but if I don’t get these stupid little stories out then I’ll go nuts. So here’s a silly lil drabble thing for you. OC again :) and her cat, Sugar.
No warnings I can think of. Have fun!
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Thursday night at Fennel Fields and things were slow.
See you when you get home!
Read Lily’s text message followed by a gif of a kitten waving. He smiled at the screen and sent her a blue heart and mermaid emoji. No matter how late it was Lily always waited for him to call her before she went to bed. He liked that. Admittedly he was still getting used to the care and consideration she showed him but even so he enjoyed it. He missed her so much when they were apart Chris suggested getting himself grafted to her thigh.
Sitting down he looked surreptitiously around, making sure he was alone.
Scrolling back through their earlier messages he replayed a little video she’d sent him. In it she was holding Sugar the kitty to her cheek and wishing him a good morning, blowing a kiss and wearing a fancy black satin robe with marabou trim with the top of a lacy black slip visible. He loved this video. In it she had just woken up, her wavy hair tousled, the makeup from the night before was smudged around her eyes giving her a smoky mysterious air.
“Mmm, Good Morning. We love you!” video Lily said again and again as he replayed the clip, gazing down at the screen with a bemused smile. He didn’t mind stealing a little bit of personal sunshine in the dingy alley behind the restaurant, even if it was technically considered wage theft .
“Dude, you shouldn’t be watching that stuff at work.”
Adrian looked up, confused flipping his phone over and locking the screen.
“What stuff?”
“Porn.” Taylor tossed the bag he carried into the dumpster nodding his head toward the phone.
“Oh. That’s not, porn no. That’s not what that is. That’s a video my girlfriend sent me.”
“Your. Girlfriend…”
“Yeah.”
“The one you had an abortion with?”
“Uh. That was, was someone else. We’re seeing other people…” he stammered recalling his off the cuff lie from months earlier “No this is my new girlfriend, A-uh. Lily. Her name’s Lily.”
“Yeah? Lily what?”
“Lily White.”
“Lily White, okay man. Sure.” Taylor nodded.
“I’m serious, that’s really her name.”
“Okay. Where’s she from?”
“She’s from Edgewood.”
“Hmm. Don’t know her. My sister had a Lily in her class though.” he supplied giving him an out.
“Yeah, well she went to private school, so.”
“Private school huh.”
“Yeah, her dad had like. A government job so she went to a private school in Oregon.” Adrian nodded, knowing Taylor didn’t believe him.
“Well anyway dude, don’t get caught.”
“I’m serious man, it’s not porn!” Adrian showed him his screen with Lily blowing kisses again and again.
Taylor looked doubtfully at the screen.
“Sure man. Like I said, just don’t get caught.”
Adrian rolled his eyes stashing his phone back into his pocket.
********
At closing the next night Adrian’s phone rang. Its ringtone was Love You Like a Love Song by Selena Gomez. It was Lily.
“Hey, you okay?” he answered, concerned.
“Yes, I’m fine. I hadn’t heard from you so I thought I’d call?” she answered.
“Yeah sorry, one of the girls wasn’t feeling well so I stayed late for her. I should have called.”
“That’s okay, call me when you’re done. Love you!”
“Love you too babe.”
“Who was that?” asked Ramon, a wise and seasoned line cook with an opinion on everything.
“Just my girlfriend, called to see what’s up.” Adrian shrugged.
“Ah, these ladies man. Gotta keep em updated or that leash gets short on ya.”
“Are you still on that?” Taylor asked incredulously.
“Still on what??” Adrian asked brow arched.
“That girlfriend thing, dude. Give it up. Nobody believes that even a little bit.”
“Ooookayyy,doesn’t make her any less real though.”
“I didn’t say she’s not a real person, I’m saying she’s not really your girlfriend and probably not local.”
“Jeez, tell me you’re jealous without telling me.” Adrian scoffed tossing silverware into the basin.
“What is there to be jealous of? Man, nobody’s name is “Lily White” that’s absolutely a pornstar’s name if I ever heard one. Just, stop making things up to sound interesting.”
“I don’t know man, I got a cousin his name is Chili Rojas. That’s weird.” Ramon added.
“That’s a nickname, that don’t count.”
“Nah bro, that’s his government name. Chili Pedro Rojas. All I’m saying is people don’t pick their name.”
“Yes they do!” Taylor retorted. “ Anyone can literally choose to go by any name any time.”
“Okay, but her name is actually Lily, that’s really not that weird. Your name is Taylor and you’re not even a tailor. You work in a restaurant so that proves that you’re the one with a weird hang up on names.” Adrian pointed out.
“What I’m hung up on is that you’ve convinced yourself that an internet baddie is your IRL girlfriend.”
“First of all,” Adrian laughed “She’d probably think you calling her an “internet baddie” is hilarious because she’s the least plugged in person I’ve ever met. Second of all, she IS my IRL girlfriend and I can prove it.”
Taylor opened his mouth to reply but Ramon held up a hand to silence him.
“Let the man prove his point.”
Adrian pulled up a picture of Lily from their last date. She was Instagram perfect, seated legs crossed at the ankle on a barstool holding a pink frozen drink with a pineapple slice and umbrella. She was wearing a bombshell pink wiggle dress and matching shoes.
“See? This is from last weekend.”
“You literally could have pulled this off the internet.” Taylor said flatly.
“Okay, what about this?” Adrian showed a picture of Lily in jeans and a scoop neck white tee and her black leather moto jacket sitting in the driver’s seat of her 69 Mustang, one foot on the ground looking at the camera her hair caught by a breeze. The car was parked near a beach. “We drove out to the coast in her car.”
“There’s no way. That’s literally from a magazine.” Taylor shook his head.
“No, that’s my girlfriend and that’s her car.” Adrian said jabbing a finger at Lily and the car respectively.
“Dang man,” Ramon said leaning in to get a better look “ Estas bien buena, they grow ‘em like that around here?”
“Yeah, they do.” Adrian beamed.
“No. No they do not, damnit Ramon. Don’t encourage him.” Taylor reprimanded.
“Hey, he says she exists she exists bruh. Lay off the kid.”
Adrian just shrugged and continued with his work.
********
That Saturday Adrian was picking up a few things from the grocery store and found himself perusing the floral department debating on whether Lily would prefer cut flowers or a potted plant. He settled on a potted plant with fringey delicate leaves. He wasn’t sure what it was but he figured Lily would and would add it to her indoor jungle with a name and little saucer to sit on. Then he decided he’d like to give her cut flowers anyway. It was fun giving Lily things, she never expected it and was always so happy, no matter what it was. He’d once given her a particularly round and smooth pebble he’d found on the sidewalk and he knew for a fact she kept it in her wallet.
He selected a mix of white and peach roses and had the girl behind the counter blend them together.
As he waited idly reading the greeting card rack Taylor spotted him.
The salesgirl tied the bouquet up in white tissue paper with a protective plastic sleeve. As Adrian pulled out his card to pay Taylor craned his neck to see what he was buying. Before Adrian was finished Taylor grabbed his latte from the coffee stand counter and took his bags.
As luck would have it they bumped into each other as they exited the store.
“What’s all that for?” Taylor asked by way of greeting.
“Oh, uh. Lily’s having a little dinner party thing so I’m bringing her these” he gestured to the roses he carried in the crook of his arm “for her table.”
“Okay. Then why the plant?”
“Cuz she likes plants and I love her?” Adrian replied as though it should be obvious.
“For your internet girlfriend?”
Adrian sighed.
“She’s not my internet girlfriend”-
“There, see? Just be honest man. She’s not”-
“She’s my real life girlfriend that I’m going to see at her house. Tonight. And I gotta hurry up because I took too long picking out a plant.” Adrian gave him a sideways glance as he passed, shaking his head slightly.
Taylor rolled his eyes and got into his car. Chase was a weird dude, but this was getting out of hand.
********
Saturday rolled around and Lily had wanted to visit the farmers market to find some local honey and herbs.
So, he’d gotten up early and followed her from
stall to stall carrying her wicker basket for her. She was adorable in a full skirted white eyelet dress and fern green cableknit cardigan, her hair half up in a tortoise shell clip. She’d gotten into a conversation with an older lady she knew from the animal shelter so he occupied himself by wandering around the market.
Taylor was out for a run when he spotted Chase walking around the farmers market with a wicker basket. Ordinarily he was one to mind his own business but this bizarre little charade had gone on long enough.
“Whatcha doing?” Taylor asked a touch of judgment creeping into his tone.
“Oh, hey. Weird, running into you twice in one week. Outside of work obviously.” Adrian answered.
“Yeah weird.”
“Yeah, I’m just waiting on Lily. She’s talking to a friend of hers about maybe fostering kittens.”
“Likely story. You know, it’s okay to just say you’re here by yourself. You don’t need to keep this up.”
“Sorry, but you’re being super weird about this man. What’s so strange about being here with my girlfriend that you’ve gotta go out of your way to approach me about it?”
“There is no girlfriend! Just admit it! Lily White is not a real person and therefore is not here!”
“Yes! She. Is!”
“Admit I caught you in a lie!”
“No, because it’s not a lie. I’m starting to think you’re like, obsessed with me or something…”
“Why are you the way that you are? Admit you made it all up and I’ll drop it.”
Adrian pushed his glasses back up his nose, laughing quietly to himself looking at the ground shaking his head.
“You’re being so weird about this. What’s your deal?”
Taylor was about to reply when a pretty girl in a white dress walked up behind Chase.
“What’s going on?” She asked him curiously taking the basket from him and looping her arm through his.
“Hey honey, this is Taylor. We, work together.”
“Ah,…” Taylor responded confused.
“Taylor meet Lily, my girlfriend.”
“Pleased to meet you.” Said the girl from Adrian’s photos.
“She exists.” He said lamely.
“Yeah, she exists. Duh dude, I told you.”
Taylor stood and watched Chase walk away with his girlfriend.
“What was that about?” He heard her ask.
“I dunno, he’s just been super weird lately…”
Taylor let his hands fall limply to his sides.
If there’s somebody for him there’s somebody for everyone He thought to himself as he continued his run.
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saltypiss · 18 days
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The biden speech everyone's cheering was decent to okay. Didn't have much of a problem until he started discussing the genocide by israel to Palestine as a war and as if it was defense.
Truthfully I'd have walked away thinking it was an okay speech. But the second that hit? Total wash. Contradicting himself hard to justify the genocide.
Then it played a different speech and man, he really is tired. Like not trying to be a bitch "he's old and sleepy!" genuinely the dude just has no energy and looks genuinely exhausted. Definitely had drugs in his system for the speech before, but I don't care, I want an olympics based on how far drugs can push someone to jump anyways.
The only realistically solvable problem I have left with Biden anymore is aiding and partaking in a genocide and working with terrorists to do so. But my problem with dems continues to be their utter disdain to criticise this complete joke of a person.
Like god damn ya'll. Just say you're not voting trump at this point. It's embarrassing how republican democratic voters have become. Seriously the instant he's out every one of ya'll are turning on him. Just disgusting and overwhelmingly telling of your character how far you're willing to go to ignore reality to "protect" yourself at the expense of actual lives you deemed beneath you.
I look forward to a decade from now when I get to say "Told ya so" on so much shit when it comes to this administration.
Seriously republicans are at least "debating" who to vote for in the elections. Ya'll don't have a Single Motherfucker lined up for after Biden. Republicans got at least 6 faces of the same flavor to choose from. Biden ain't getting a third term either and the very idea that seems to be everyone's plan is pathetic.
"If you criticise biden it means you're voting for dump!" Like my man no, I'm just not voting for the genocider who did less than the bare minimum in the 4 years he's been in charge to inspire anything in me. "Oh so your plan is to withold your vote for Biden? That's just a vote for dump!" Oh so your plan is get Biden in and then.... And then what?
Does the genocide end? No. Is marijuana legalized? No. Is student loans cancelled? No. Is minimum wage going up? No. Are tax rates for the rich going up? Pfft, 25% yeah, better than what we had but what a damn inch forward. Is he going to lower prices? No. Which is something he mentioned surprisingly, but he's corporate as fuck and we all know the law that'll pass will be a nothingburger that gets removed next election by the innevitable desantis victory against Literally No One.
Go ahead and continue keeping the status quo and establishing that genocide is not enough to even make you blink towards utter devotion. I'm gonna vote third party and continue to do so until we have more than 2 genocidal parties that are completely incapable of criticising Dear Leader. Ya'll have fun with your faux politics where dems are setting up an R victory, I'm gonna Try Something Else and hopefully it's not all a completely rigged and broken system where it doesn't happen even when it should.
Remember: You cannot change an anti-genocider's stance. You can only change yourself. I'd vote biden if he rescinded support and shamefully hid that part of himself for the rest of his presidency, because at least then I know he can be held accountable. I know we didn't elect a different flavor of dictator.
Really have to understand that Dems will do the bare minimum when they feel they actually have to listen to the people. Dump absolutely showed that dems needed to step up their game, and while I appreciate not aiming for charisma, maybe they could've also tried anything worth a shit.
A whole hour n a half long speech and not a single thing he said helped me or anyone I know. Fascinating. Ya gotta love all the nebulous "we got taxes!" going on but here we stand feeling absolutely none of it. Tell me, when does the government gaining money benefit me? Because my roads are shit, my hospitals private, our prisons bloated with pot smokers turned drug experts, and every single fucking time I've tried for government assistance, they Always Deny Me.
So uh. Yeah when's the government gaining money going to positively affect my life? As it stands, it's literally just the stock market. Line goes up, I feel nothing, line goes down, my entire life turns to shit, but not for politicians or the rich.
How about a fucking UBI or god I dunno, make it possible to get government assistance in the first place? Maybe make unemployment catered to, you know, the employee? Hell, fight greedflation like he claims. Bro's on stage acting like he's never noticed shrinkflation, buddy, I was a Child when I first noticed a Chocolate Bar do this shit. Cmon. How much is a banana, old man? How much is the banana?
Regardless. I'm tired of faux good PR and multitudes of claims of accomplishments when not a single one of those affects my day to day. Yes. Good on being green n shit. But you can do more than the bare minimum of ensuring the planet doesn't die with us all on it. Yes that is the bare minimum, and I'm tired of pretending it's not.
All anyone had to do, was just criticise the guy. Not pull your vote, but simply, point out mistakes? Oopsies and gaffs? Perhaps even just have a giggle? It's painfully obvious this admin is shit but simply better than we were expecting from the US government in general thanks to Dump.
As it stand though, well, Biden ain't losing, and he's gonna find out pretty fucking quickly that if a Genocide isn't going to get Dems to be self-aware, god damn near nothing will. And the next dem president after that, and after that, and after that. Literally, just be anti-genocide? It's kind've the most rock-solid, future-proofing you can do for your character, and of course other people, of course. But that's kinda a backseat item for dems anymore. I mean, hey, Biden simply had to send bombs and guns to aid a genocide, maybe it's okay if he does it to some other group of people I only just heard about but Instantly Violently Hate. After all, a genocide is good for Biden!
Again. Just to reiterate a final time: I would've stayed Dem if ya'll could give or take even the slightest criticism of this fuck. I cannot stress enough that it's not a guerilla program to make biden look bad. He just does it himself. But I understand the game. Shit like this can happen with such a compromised country, but jesus christ, the voters? The voters are even pro-genocide? Like, vehemently, pro-genocide, Very Overwhelmingly Pro-Genocide. Like...ya'll, nah. I'm out. No party should overwhelmingly support a genocide.
That's why I'm anti-republican. That's why I was a Dem. Because republicans want a genocide of black people, gay people, other countries.
And here we stand. Biden and his entire admin are pro-genocide. This isn't a hard concept to understand. You either compromise and criticise, or you lose your most rational. Because, and again, this cannot be stressed enough: You Cannot Change an Anti-Genocider's Stance. This is on Ya'll. Not the people who don't want thousands and millions dead.
If ya'll are overwhelmingly, and Vehemently against a compromise, a compromise consisting of "Genocide Bad" then the party is compromised and not worth working with.
Change has to come from ya'll because it will not from republicans. But the fact remains that a Shitload of you are fully invested in justifying a genocide for some old fuck with nothing to show for 4 years and desperately doesn't want to show anything before those 4 years.
Just so we're clear a final time:
Genocide is Bad.
If someone is telling you otherwise, that's telling of their character, and you should trust that tell to inform you of the character. Not justify it. Not defend it. Because when you do, you push away rationality and accountability. When you trust the mask more than the person, the person will always be there, while the mask will not.
Are you willing to defend a genocide for 5 years maximum? Are you willing to justify the actions of someone who's aiding in a genocide until it's no longer convenient? How many corpses need to pile before the end of the genocider's term to hasten your innevtiable switch of opinion?
Because here's the facts: Most of ya'll couldn't care less about the genocide. But by golly, if 4 years of faux safety is enough to justify one. Until it's no longer social convenient. Then, and only then, will you recognize your entire online personality, even real life personality, resulted in the death of multiple generarions of people. Only then will you recognize, you were on the wrong side of history.
Because as easily as you forgave Biden for aiding a genocide, rational people just as easily can drop you out of their life. Good luck getting rid of that digital footprint, the world, and history, will only remember your face for one thing: Aiding a Genocide. Because it was socially convenient at the time. Congrats.
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